A/N I have decided to add Ichobad Crane, thanks for the suggestion flygon Pirate. although I did think about adding Johnny Depp himself, I dont think the site would allow it, since he's a real person. It would be fun though!

"HEEEEEEEEELLLLP!!" Came a sudden peircing scream from the side of the ship. everyone's heads turned in it's direction. Jack exhaled, irritabley.

"Bloody fantastic...another one."

"I think somebody is in trouble." Sam suggested.

"Please! Is anyone there? HEEELP!"

The four of them ran to the side, peering over the edge at a man who was desperatley grasping the barrel of one of the Pearl's cannon's as the rest of his body dangled dangerously, several feet from the ground.

"Oh, Thank heavens! Please! I've never climbed up a ship before, but I thought maybe someone-- Oh! I'm slipping!"

Jack turned to Sam. "Boy, make yourself useful and light the cannon."

Sam nodded and turned to go off and light it, but Willy stuck his walking stick out to stop him. "Don't. Look at the poor guy."

The fingers on his left hand gradually lost their grip and slipped off of the cannon.

"Ahhh!" the man cried. He stared up at them. Like the others, Jack noticed, he had his face, but a much different, (and extremely strange, in Jack's opinion) wardrobe and hairstyle. "PLEASE!" he begged. "I can't hold on! Oh no..."

The fingers of his right hand trembled threateningly as he dug and clawed into the gunport for dear life. Sam was the first one to stretch out his walking stick. "Here! Grab on!" he called. The man reached with his left hand, but even the stick wasn't long enough for him to grab.

"I can't!"

That was when Sam handed his stick to Willy and climbed overboard.

"Sam, what are you doing? You'll be killed!" Willy protested.

"Maybe that won't be such a bad thing." Jack muttered to himself.

"Ha-ha!" Willy replied, grinning at Jack's comment.

Sam cautiously climbed down towards the dangling man and extended his hand to him.

"Wow, he's really good at that, huh?" Willy commented.

"If he falls they'll both splatter into mush...perfect for meat pies." Sweeney remarked, with a sneer. Willy and Jack exchanged a look and both stepped away from him, nervously.

The man's shaking hand reached up and grasped Sam's, holding on for dear life as he pulled him up to safety.

"Oh.. My Goodness, thank you so kindly, dear boy." He said, as he climbed aboard the ship. He took a moment to dust himself off. When he looked up and saw Jack, he gasped, startled by his appearance. When he turned away, and saw Sweeney, he clutched his chest and gasped even louder, and when he turned again, he saw Willy's smiling face. He staggered back, his eyes rolled back, and he hit the floor like a sack of bricks.

The rest of them stood around, staring down at the unconcious man.

"You killed him!" Sam said to Willy.

"Did not!" he said, and then he very slowley, very cautiously jabbed at him with his walking stick. He looked relieved when the man didn't move.

"Hold on, mate." Jack said. "He's still breathing."

Sweeney took out his knife and opened the blade with the flick of his wrist. He knelt down next to the body. "No worries, I'll finish him off."

"Don't!" Sam cried, and shoved Sweeney away. "I want to keep him!"

"Keep him?" Jack repeated.

"Well, I saved him, didn't I?"

Jack shook his head. "You're all insane." He mumbled. "I'm surrounded by mad men."

Sam shook the man, lightly, and then harder. He stirred, slowley opening his eyes. He looked at Sam, alarmed.

"You're...you...why do you look like me?"

Sam furrowed his brow. "I didn't know I did." He turned to the others. "Do I?"

The man looked up at the faces which stared at him. "You all do! Only much more frightning... What's going on? Where am I?"

"That's what I'd like to know." Jack told him. "Who are you?"

"Me? I'm Detective Ichabod Crane... I was assigned to go to to Sleepy Hallow on an investigation case...is that where I am now?"

"No, you're on the Black Pearl, mate." Jack informed him.

"The Black Pearl... I've never heard of it. Surely, I would remember such an odd title for a ship...it sounds almost like..." His eyes grew wide with sudden realisation, and his complexion turned paler. "This...this is a p-p-pirate ship? Good lord! You're a pirate, arent you?"

Jack bowed his head, with pride.

Ichabod looked as though he might black out again for a moment, but he managed to hold himself together and scrambled to his feet. "And these gentlemen here?"

"Erm...well, unless I'm mistaken, they're hallucinations. As are you, mate. Too much rum and sun, it gets to one's head, if you know what I mean."

"I am? But this all seems like a dream...perhaps thats what it is. Quick! someone wake me up!"

With that, Jack struck his face hard with the back of his hand. Ichabod stood stunned for a second or two.

He touched his hand to his cheek. "Ow! Why did you strike me?"

Jack shrugged. "Girl's do it to me all the time. Even when I don't deserve it. You sir, deserved a good smack."

"This is a nightmare!" Ichabod cried. "When does it end? Where is this ship going? I need to get to Sleepy Hallow!"

"This is my ship, mate. It goes where I go."

"I thought it was going to London." Sweeney said.

"London?" Willy interupted. "Why that's absurd. I thought this was the over-sea's delivery service for the Swedish candy I ordered.. I was almost certain you were all UPS guys at first."

Jack rolled his eyes at them. He turned to Sam. "What about you?"

Sam shrugged, giving him a blank look. "I just thought it would be fun to climb up here. I've never been on a ship before."

"You're all idiotic." Jack informed them. "Why any of you bare ressembulance to myself is beyond me. Not a single one of you knows the first thing about sailing. As the Captain of the Black Pearl, I say which direction she sails at all times, while the crew - that's you, quite unfortunately - keep look out, man the artilery, man the sails, swab the deck, keep up with repairs, and all that fun stuff. Now, one of you is going to be my first mate. Mr. Todd, sir. You seem to have a keen swordsmanship, with those small knifes of yours. Not to worry, we'll size you up with a more effiecent one. Now, as first mate, your job is to alert the Captain, that's me.. of everything that's going on. And in the unfortunate event that something should happen to me, you will assume all duties. Savvy? good. Now, then.. let's get to work."

He started to walk towards the front of the ship, not noticing his 'crew' staying put. He chose the thickest rope he could find and turned to them.

"Well, what are you waiting for? We've got to get this old girl back to sea! She'll dry up out here. You there, Mr. Crane. Secure this rope to the bowsprit."

Ichabod swallowed hard. He glanced at the others for help, only to find clueless shrugs. "I'm sorry, the which?"

Jack rolled his eyes. "The bowsprit! this long thing that sticks out of the front of the ship! Blood hell! You'd think I'd be able to hallucinate someone of use to me!" He heaved a huge sigh of annoyance, turning his back to them, wishing he could make them disapear as easily as they had appeared. Look's like you're on your own, Captain. he thought, miserably.

Sorry for the wait...thank you to those of you reading this fic and to those who have reviewed, and hope you keep reading!