Errrr… merry Christmas? Ehehe I realize it isn't the best Xmas present but I wasn't really any good at Christmas specials anyway ehehe….

So yeah I was reading some stories on and I realized that I was running out of stories to read, the types I was interested in anyway, and yet I still had many ideas to write and I had already written and put out a few stories already, but didn't have the animo to continue them, errrr until now that is ^^"" 'Cause I was reading the reviews on some of my stories and one person reviewed on this story that she/he really was intrigued and was interested in seeing where this was going and that just made me feel really guilty so I wrote another story called Ice Butterfly which is just the ending of season 3 in Zane's pov, aaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnd does a MUCH better job of my first one-shot ever, in creativity and story and just realllllly got me hyped up to finally continue these stories as well as write a few other ideas, BUT I wont post them UNTIL I finish THIS one and If Ony I Could Cry THAT is a promise.

Of course that probably doesn't excuse the fact that I haven't posted in OVER TWO YEARS so go ahead and throw the fruits n' veggies, bring the pitchforks too if you want I probably deserve it ^^''

Also I lied(kind of), about the Star Wars and the Sherlock Holmes crossover. I mean, at the time, I was young and had huge and a bit stupid ideas, and while those weren't that stupid, they're kind of complicated, so I might do them in the future, but not right now.

Errrr, yeah and enjoy!

Ninjago doesn't belong to me

POTC doesn't belong to me

Green eyes snapped open and stared at a strange white surface which was soon realized to be a wall. The eyes travelled around the room as the woman attempted to rouse herself from the strange dream and ground herself back into reality.

No, not a dream she thought. A memory…

Pixal's eyes soon landed on the candle that was on a night table next to her bed, the fire still burning despite the cold breeze that had entered through the open windows during the night. She lifted herself off the bed as she fully pulled herself away from her subconsciousness. However, something about that dram -memory- continued to bother her

The medallion.

She rose from the bed and took the candle with her. She walked to the other side of the room where a dresser was kept as well as some drawers. She opened one of them and reached inside, took the things from within before popping open the bottom which turned out to not be the bottom at all but instead a secret bottom to hide what was underneath (A/N: if that even makes sense '^^).

Underneath, dusty and partly rusted was the medallion she had found around the boys neck all those years ago. She was a young girl back than and the fact that luitenent Brookstone might hang him because he was a pirate scared her a lot even though she barely even knew him, so she had taken it and hidden it in this drawer the moment they had gotten home, and she hadn't really taken it out ever since, having admittedly forgotten about it because of all the excitement and all.

But now she was a young lady, and only now after many years does she remember it, just because a memory decided to visit her.

She reached inside the drawer and gently took it out before closing the drawer's door and gently rubbed the surface getting rid of all the grime. She looked at the mirror that was in front of her and wanting to experiment put it around her own neck and clasped the ends together admiring it. She had always been somewhat of a fangirl when it came to pirates, and had for months wondered about the boy's past and who he's father was, weather he was a super famous pirate, what happened to him, etc. etc. but she had stopped wondering at around the age of 13 when the pressure of society came around and distracted her from her fantasies. But now they came back full force and she couldn't help but start wondering again…

She was cut off from her musings when a knock came from her door. She whirled around with a gasp as a voice came through.

"Pixal."

She silently cursed herself as the knocking continued and quickly grabbed a robe before quickly getting into it. She continued to curse herself as at how much noise she was making and at the fact that she STILL wearing the medallion!

"Pixal, are you alright?"

She continued to struggle into her robe while trying to hide the medallion at the same time.

"… Are you decent"

"Ugh, yes!" she quickly hid it under her sleeping gown in a not-so-civil-manner before facing the door and trying to look as normal as possible and praying to the first spinjizu master that her father wouldn't question the golden chain around her neck.

Speaking of which, the door opened revealing two maids and said man in a wheelchair. He had had a terrible earlier on and had been confined to his house and had needed the help of other people to get around. But ever since the news of the invention of the wheelchair was spread throughout the land, he had immediately ordered one and was no longer as restricted as he once was.

Governor Borg smiled coyly at the sight of his daughter. "Ah, still in bed at this hour hmm? It's a beautiful day."

One of the maids opened the curtains and the balcony doors as the governor wheeled himself there to look outside. He hesitated slightly before saying, "I have a gift for you." One of the maids had entered with a box and bent down as Borg reached out and took off the lid. Pixal looked inside and gasped in delight.

"Oh, it's beautiful!"

"Isn't it?"

She took it out and examined it in the light humming in appreciation as she turned around before whirling back to look at her father and tilting her head in slight suspicion.

"May I inquire as to the occasion?"

Borg lifted a brow. "Does a father need an occasion to dote upon his daughter?"

They both grinned and shared a laugh before the two maids escorted Pixal to the dressing screen that lay at the back. Borg's smile faltered a bit and he hesitated a bit more.

"… A-Actually, I, um… I had hoped you might wear it for the ceremony today," he confessed as he watched clothes fly over the screen.

"The ceremony?"

"Captain Brookstone's promotion ceremony."

Pixal's head briefly poked out from behind the screen as she fixed Borg with an accusing lookbefore disappearing again

"I knew it,"

"Commodore Brookstone as he's about to become. Fine gentleman. He fancies you, you know."

Pixal gasped loudly from behind the screen as the maids tightened the corset from behind her. FAR MORE that she was used to.

"Pixal? How's it coming?"

"… It's difficult to say," she strained out.

"I-I'm told it's the latest fashion in Metalonia."

"Well, women in Metalonia must have learned not to breathe!" She gasped out as she grabbed at her dress.

Borg couldn't help but smirk slightly at that. Whatever he's response was however was interrupted when a man came in.

"My lord you have a visitor."

Meanwhile in a different part of the mansion, a man awkwardly stood in a room as he tried to make himself feel otherwise. He inspected the various markings in the wall, and the clock at the far corner. He's gaze soon landed on the wall candle holders on the wall right next to him and he frowned when he saw that there seemed to be something off with it. He reached out and gently held it before it somehow managed to completely disconnect from the wall making a very loud ruckus in the otherwise quiet room.

He's usually pale skin turned red with a bit of embarrassment that wasn't there before as he stood there for a second wondering whatthehellhaveIdoneandwhatshouldIdonow starting to freak out a little when he heard footsteps coming his way. Conveniently there was an umbrella holder and he quickly dropped it in there before quickly turning the other way and pretending he didn't do anything as he smoothed out his platinum blonde hair and cleared his throat as a servant passed by with a trey and paying him absolutely no mind. He was saved -and almost sighed with relief- from further embarrassment when the governor finally arrived.

"Ah, Mr. Julian. Good to see you again."

"Good day sir," he replied as he set down the case he had been holding. "I have your order."

He opened the case revealing a very beautiful sword with a dragon head serving as the handle (A/N: No it is NOT the sword of fire, but this wouldn't be a Ninjago crossover if it didn't have SOME elements of said franchise). He gently took it out with a pride only it's creator could show. He [resented it before the governor and said man took it before unsheathing it.

"The blade is folded steel," Zane explained. "That's gold filigree laid into the handle." Zane held out his hands. "If I may"

Borg handed the sword back to the blonde and he put his fingers right under the rain-guard.

"Perfectly balanced. The tang is nearly the full width of the blade."

Zane lifted it into the air where it performed a flip before catching it in his hands again and once more presenting it to the governor who chuckled.

"Impressive, very impressive," he praised as he accepted and inspected it once more before handing it back. "Commodore Brookstone is going to be VERY pleased with this."

Zane grinned at him and put the sword back in its case.

"Do pass on my compliments to your master."

A strange look passed over Zane's face, but quickly vanished as he once again smiled down at Borg.

"I shall. A craftsman is always pleased to know his work is appreciated."

Just than, both men heard someone walking down the stairs and Zane felt his heart suddenly stop beating in favor of doing back flips at the most beautiful woman he had ever known that was now walking down the stairs.

The governor grinned. "Ah, Pixal. You look absolutely stunning."

Pixal smiled at the compliment before directing her attention to the other man that was now in the room. Her smile faltered a bit in surprise as her eyes widened before returning full force.

"Zane!" she exclaimed as her steps became more hurried. "It's so good to see you!"

Zane felt like he had stars in his eyes as he blinked rapidly desperately trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach and to focus on her voice without getting carried away with how beautiful it sounded and how those green eyes seemed to sparkle like emeralds and how that dress fitted her body so well and how her lips loo-

NOnononononono. Don't think about that Zane. It's not your place. You should stop living in those pointless fantasies you seem so be so keen on keeping. You need to control yourself.

"I had a dream about you last night."

His heart leapt into his throat as the butterflies seemed to have turned into elephants stomping around and he desperately tried to keep his thoughts as well as his hopes in check.

"A-about me?" She was standing in front of him now. If he wanted, he could have reached over and-

Control yourself…

Borg chuckled a bit nervously(?) as he stared up at his daughter. "I-is that entirely proper for you to…"

Pixal ignored him. "About the day we met. Do you remember?"

Those eyes… MAN those beautiful gems. Zane felt as if they were staring into his very soul. And that voice was like some kind of lullaby to his ears. He felt as if he could listen to it all day. And that smile on her lips was so damn contagious that he couldn't help grinning a bit himself.

"How could I forget Miss Borg?"

Pixal rolled her eyes. "Zane, how many times must I ask you to call me Pixal?" Oh no her smile was fading, and so was his…

"… at least once more, Miss Borg…" Zane said. "… As always"

You are not fit for her. A voice suddenly proclaimed. She is in a status way higher than you, and you are nothing more but a blacksmith. Seen by most as a messenger. You have no place with her.

Zane hated that voice. He hated how it crushed his dreams and how logical it sounded and therefor how right it was.

He also hated how Pixal's smile dwindled out a bit more before disappearing completely. So did he's.

"There, see?" Huh. He'd forgotten Governor Borg was there. "At least the boy has a sense of propriety. Now, we really must be going."

A servant grabbed the wheelchair and pushed the wheelchair forward as another one reached down and grabbed the case. Zane tried to, but found it hard to look away from Pixal's face which was now faced in a different direction with a soft frown on her face. She looked up at him and their eyes met again, but her's where missing their usual shine.

Like the many times before.

"Good day Mr. Julian."

The farewell was curt and cold and it shattered Zane's heart.

She followed her father out the door at a fast pace as if she wanted to get away from Zane as soon as possible- which to be fair was probably the case- and Zane followed her as well as the rest of the servants accompanying outside.

"Good day," He tried to get in front of her and smile but she was far too ahead and he soon found he no longer had the strength to keep a smile on his face. "Pixal."

Pixal looked out the window of the carriage she was in before quickly looking back ahead and Zane walked down the steps of the Borg mansion before walking away.

In another part of the world, but not too far away(quite close to the shore of the country of Ninjago[the place where this story takes place] ), a man stood on the mast of a small boat, as he stared at the shore of Ninjago(ya see?). After making sure that it indeed was land and no, not a hallucination semi caused by rum and the eyepatch that was on his left eye(or so he says), he jumped down from the mast and quickly took a bucket and dunking it into the water before pouring It back into the sea.

And yes the water was in the boat so yes the boat was sinking.

After some (admittedly failed)attempts in getting the water out of his boat he looked up and noticed a giant column of rock with a gap in the middle with a beam between the rocks where ropes tied around the skeletal corpses of a few pirates. The man took off the hat that he was wearing as a sign of respect(?) before noticing the sign that said, "Pirates Ye Be Warned" in a crude and rushed manner.

He scowled slightly and waved away at it in annoyance as if the sign where a bothersome fly. And went back to getting the water out of his boat.

On the port of Ninjago, people where prepping ships to leave and prepping for ships to arrive. The focus that should've been dedicated to these tasks however where taken away when they noticed the man on the mast of his already sunken ship slowly arriving, as the mast sunk further under the water, a sure sign that the boat was still going down. It soon completely disappeared under the water with only the vane showing, at the exact moment the man calmly stepped onto one of the docksand continuing as if he'd been doing that he's whole life.

Which to be fair, he probably has.

On the way out however, he brushed into a man.

"Wh-what? Hey," the man held up a finger and rushed back. "Hold up you!"

The man who had just sunk and parked his ship stopped before spinning around on his heel.

"It's one yen to tie up your boat and dock." They both looked back at the boat. Or rather, vane of the mast. "And I shall need to know your name."

He hummed as he dug into one of his many pockets

"Hmmm, one yen and a name… how about three yen," he dropped said money on top of the book the other man was holding. "And we forget the name."

The man holding the book's eyebrows went up and he stared at it for a second before looking up again.

"Welcome to port royal Mr. Smith," he said pleasantly before the two nodded at each other and went their separate ways. On the way however, the man encountered a pouch with money on it and looking around and making sure no one was looking, dropped it into his pocket and continued his merry way.

Sooooooooo, I should probably explain why I chose those specific characters for this fic. It mostly has to do with personality and backstory as well as relationships. Zane is Will because they are the most similar to each other personality wise. I mean will isn't a robot, and Zane is more clueless, but the nobleness and politeness is still there. I don admit I almost made Kai Will but than I was just like, nahh it wouldn't work because even though he's a blacksmith, errr he isn't a good one and we've only ever seen him make a sword once, and that was a complete failure. I also almost made Zane a baker, but I realized that also wouldn't work because, well for many reasons. I think all those POTC fans will know what I'm talking about. I than made Pixal Elizabeth because of the relationship she has with Zane and because Cyrus is kind of like a leader in Ninjago so he'd be the governor and naturally she'd be his daughter, and again, their personalities match. So, it wouldn't be so hard to write them. I made Cole James because well I've seen many people ship him with Pixal and plus I really wanted him to be in this fic. He could have easily been Will too but again, like Kai it wouldn't have worked. Plus, I'm too big of a Pixane fan ^^. And then Jay is Jack because duh. I mean I didn't mention he's name in this chapter, just like they didn't mention it was Jack until later on but I still think it was pretty obvious who it was gonna be, but I still think that Jay is the closest character we can get to be Jack. Of course, I might have to change how he acts and talks a bit because despite this, Jay is still Jay and Jack is Jack sooo yeah there's that. And then there's Dareth…

Hehehe yeah I don't have an excuse other than wanting Darethpuffs in this fic ^^

Also sorry if that last bit about how I kept calling both Jay and the money keeper(?) or whatever those people are called man I just really didn't want to mention Jay's name.

I should probably mention now that some of the characters of Ninjago whether they are big roles or not will probably not be in this fic hehe, sorry.

Read and review!

God bless!

Oh, and MERRY CHRISTMAS!

P.S: Thanks to Master Jarrus for the 'Dock' thing. I'd honestly forgotten what it was called so thanks!