"Alright, is everyone okay?" Lisa asked, getting the apparatus started.

"Can we please get a reality where our Lincoln doesn't get maimed? That would be nice, thank you." Lori snarked.

"...Well, you at least said please." Lisa acknowledged, booting up the system.

The screen shifted…

In the far off distance, a port could be seen, wooden ships with sails near its harbors.

Just then a flag flapping in the wind appeared, and right next to it, a man stood next to it, paying no attention to the wind. The perspective shifted, revealing the Lincoln of this reality.

Lincoln looked like he was in his early thirties. He had a brown coat with over a faded blue waistcoat and a dirty white loose shirt. A red sash was tied around his waist, the tail of it nearly going down to mid thigh. His trousers and long boots seemed weather beaten and worn like the rest of his clothes.

Belts and buckles kept his outfit tight and allowed to attach other things on them. In one belt, he stowed a flintlock pistol. On one strap, he attached an old looking compass. On another, he carried a cutlass in its scabbard.

Finally, he mostly kept his hair short, though it was hard to tell with the faded right bandana and tricorn hat that he wore. However, he did grow out some locks and turned them into braids. Finally, this Lincoln managed to grow a goatee, thought it looked unkempt and untrimmed.

"COOL, LINCOLN IS A PIRATE IN THIS ONE!" Lana cheered.

"How do you know that? From all we know, he could just be a weirdly dressed sailor." Lori said.

"DRESSED LIKE THAT? NO WAY! Sure, he could use an eyepatch and a parrot on his shoulder, but he's totally a pirate!" Lana began to get lost in her fantasies of cannonballs, the high seas and keelhauling.

"Wait, that means that he hasn't been able to bathe in a while, doesn't it?" Lola shivered.

"That's just grody, dude." Luna remarked, her tongue sticking out a bit in disgust.

Lisa noticed Leni rubbing her chin as she observed Lincoln.

"What exactly you are observing, Leni?" Lisa asked as she came close.

"Oh, trying to figure out which century Lincoln's clothes are from." Leni replied, her eyes still stuck on the image.

Lisa hmm'ed. "What do you think so far?"

"Well," Leni said as she mentally collected her notes. "I would say maybe 15-16th century. Give me a few more minutes, I can probably narrow it down."

A few moments passed as Lincoln stared off into the distance, admittedly looking quite dashing. Looking down, he did a double take and grabbed a nearby rope. Jumping from the rig, he slid down the rope…

"OH YEAH! HERE IT COMES! THIS LINCOLN IS GOING TO DO SOMETHING COOL!" Lana cheered.

"HE BETTER!" Lynn replied, hoping to see some more action happen in front of her.

The rest of the siblings couldn't help but be on their edge of their seats.

And landed in ankle deep water.

"...What?"

The rest of the siblings fell off their metaphorical seats.

The screen backed up, revealing this Lincoln's ship to be a small schooner with some fishing equipment and was rapidly taking in water. Lincoln waded around the vessel, first looking on one side, then to the other. Finally, he picked up a floating bucket, scooped up some of the water with it and dumped the water over the side.

"...Wow, Lincoln stinks as a pirate." Lola commented.

"Probably not as bad as his hygiene!" Luan laughed. "Get it?"

"Yeah, yeah…" Lana said, can't help but feeling a bit disappointed.

"Want to change the channel?" Lisa said as she reached for the controls. "I believe there is nothing much to observe."

"WAIT! I almost got it!" Leni cried out. Lisa looked around, seeing that the rest of her sisters were willing to let Leni finish her fashion analysis.

"Very well…"

Lincoln sighed in response to that slight exertion, revealing one of his teeth was gold capped, and that the rest was decent for an era without real proper dental hygiene.

As he scooped up some more water and dumped it over the side, he looked idly to the side. Suddenly, he stopped scooping water and simply continued staring, dropped the bucket. The bucket hit the side and dropped overboard, yet Lincoln didn't even notice.

"Uh, Lincoln, you dropped your bucket there. You probably want that for your sinking ship?" Luna said.

"What's he even looking at?" Lori asked.

In a natural alcove, three skeletons in weather beaten rags swung from nooses tied around their necks, the ropes tied to a wooden beam. Lincoln looked closely at the nearby sign that was hanging near them.

The sign read 'Pirates Ye Be Warned.'

"..." Everyone in the room gone bone white.

"Wait, is everyone really surprised that such things could happen to a pirate?" Lucy commented.

"More like horrified…" Luan replied.

Luna grimaced. "Dude…Harsh."

Lincoln took off his hat and placed it over his heart. As his boat passed by, he also gave a solemn two finger salute. As the gruesome sight passed, he placed his hat back on his head as he looked around for the bucket. He looked puzzled as he gave a cursory look around his boat, his worriedly flooded boat.

On a merchant boat, people were on rowboats transferring goods from them, ranging from wool, barrels and livestock. They shouted and coordinated themselves, trying to get everything ready for the voyage that was sure to come. As one man with a greying grabbed hold of a bleating goat, he was about to pass the animal off when he spotted something in the water. Pausing a bit, he looked more carefully.

Slowly floating by him was a wooden bucket.

"I think we can definitely say we're changing-" "NO!"

Lisa turned to Leni.

"Almost have it."

His attention was soon taken by the fact that he could hear the rest of the workers quiet down. Looking up, his mouth slowly hung open, barely keeping hold on the goat. The goat looked at what the men were looking, before losing interest.

"Ok, what are they looking at?"

Lincoln paid no attention to everything staring at him, standing on the rigging as he waited for his rapidly sinking ship to sail next to a dock. As the boat's forward momentum started to slow, Lincoln raised his foot and waited. Once within range, he stepped onto the dock and walked away without losing stride.

"..." The sisters could only stare at the screen.

"Dudes…" Luna spoke up first. "This Lincoln may be a pretty bad pirate, but DANG! He's got style!"

Luan nodded sagely. "Style isn't something you can buy…"

Lola scoffed. "This Lincoln is still a disgusting pirate… but I'll give him credit for that one.

Lana's eyes were practically shining. "SOOOOOOO COOL!"

Lincoln passed by a official looking spectacles wearing man holding a book and pen, with a small black boy with drab clothing following behind him. Having his nose in the book, he looked up, realized that someone had left a boat in a designated area (regardless of condition). Looking around, he spotted Lincoln and immediately ran towards him.

"EXCUSE ME, SIR!"

Lincoln paused and turned around, looking at the official quizzically. "Yes, how I can help you, sir?"

The official adjusted his spectacles and got out his book and pen.

"I'm afraid you cannot just tie your boat here in this port. Regardless of the condition of your vessel," The man and Lincoln took another look at the sad state of Lincoln's boat. "You must still pay the fine of one shilling. While we are on the subject of proper procedure, what's your name?"

Lincoln quietly held up a finger as he dug around in his pockets. Taking out some money, he counted it out and nodded to himself. He dropped the money on the pages of the official's book, revealing it to be three shillings.

"How I pay you three shillings, and we forget the name?"

The man stared at Lincoln, before smiling. "While to Port Royal, Mr. Smith, the finest port in the Caribbean."

"Wow, one shilling? That must be cheap!" Leni reacted.

"Pretty much." Lisa said as she adjusted her glasses. "In modern times, a shilling would worth about 1/20th of a pound."

Lori whistled. "So like two dimes?"

Lisa nodded. "Roughly."

"It's like Pop-pop's stories when he could buy a piece of candy for a nickel." Lynn added.

Lincoln clasped his hands together and gave a slight bow as the man turned his back. The black boy's stare lingered on him before turning away. As Lincoln walked near a desk, most likely belonging to the official, he spotted a small bag. Grabbing it, he shook it next to his ear, confirming money inside. A small smile bloomed on his own face as he quickly dropped the money pouch into his own pockets before walking away.

"Well… It's a start." Lana remarked, seeing Pirate!Lincoln steal someone's money.

Walking through the harbor, Lincoln looked around, his gait seemingly unsteady with his arms slightly out to balance himself. Passing by a man who had set down his drink and was distracted by talking with his friend, Lincoln quickly swiped the bottle from the place and continued on his merry way, mindful of the gossip about some big shindig up in the fort. Sniffing the opening, he smiled and took a long swig from the bottle. Wiping his mouth with his sleeve, he soon spotted something off in the distance.

Getting closer to it, Lincoln gave an appreciative nod. There, sitting in its dock was a fine ship even for his standards. A brig with a blue and yellow hull, it stood head and shoulders over Lincoln's old boat. Lincoln, staring at the boat, drained the bottle and tossed it over his shoulder as he walked onto the dock proper, lazily spinning around as he took in the sights.

"Okay, something doesn't make sense to me." Lori spoke up. "What exactly is Lincoln doing here?"

"Didn't you see his boat? It sunk. He needs a new one." Luan explained.

As he did, he was unmindful of the two redcoats that were lazing around. The shorter one, hearing someone on the planks of the dock, raised his hat and saw Lincoln. Turning to his more rotund compatriot, he smacked the man on the shoulder. The other man awoke from his nap, his eyes widening as he saw Lincoln as well. Quickly grabbing their muskets, the two rushed over and formed a wall in front of Lincoln, preventing him from boarding.

"This dock is off limits to civilians." The shorter one said, trying to preserve what authority he had left.

"...So he went to a port that has soldiers there?" Lori asked incredulously.

"That does seem incredibly foolish." Lucy commented.

Lynn tapped her chin. "Something seems about those two. Think I saw them hang out with Lincoln's friend, the carrot top guy…"

"I GOT IT!" Leni exclaimed, startling everyone. "That's totes 17th century clothing!"

"You mean the 1600s?" Lisa asked.

Leni looked confused at Lisa.

"What? I mean the 1700s. Isn't that the 17th century?"

Lincoln looked apologetic. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry about that. You know, if I see one, I shall inform you fine gentlemen."

Lincoln tried to move past them, only for the two to reposition themselves in front of him.

Lincoln looked nonplussed. "You know, last I heard, there was some grand ceremony taking place up in that fort. Which begs the question, how did such dutiful fine soldiers like yourselves not merit a invitation?"

The men looked slightly downcast at that.

"Someone has to make sure that the dock stays off limits to civilians." The shorter one's response even seemed more like he was trying to convince himself of the importance of his task.

"Dang, kinda feel bad for them." Lana remarked.

"What, so they should laze around at someone's ceremony?" Lola joked.

"What, for this boat? No offense, this does seem like a fine boat, but that-" Lincoln said as he took a few steps to the side, only for the soldiers to readjust their position. Lincoln tried not to look annoyed.

"That ship over there makes this one seem a bit superfluous, wouldn't you say?"

The soldiers turned to regard the ship that Lincoln had pointed out. It was clearly bigger, more armed, and more staffed. The soldiers turned back.

"Yes, the Dauntless is indeed the most powerful and finest ship in the fleet, but no ship in the Caribbean can match the Interceptor here for speed."

Lincoln looked impressed. "No ship in the Caribbean?"

The bigger soldier nodded. "None."

"Hmm… I am unsure what kind of person this Lincoln." Lucy mused. "There are times that he looks and talks like a fool. Yet there always seems to be something there…"

Lynn scoffed. "Lucy, this Lincoln doesn't even have his own boat. Heck, I wouldn't be surprised that he sunk enough boats for him to practice that trick he did at the docks."

"Actually, I think I see what Lucy is saying." Lola replied. "He managed to squeeze out some info from those guys even though he looks so much like a pirate."

Lincoln stroked his chin. "Well… I've heard of one. Very fast, nigh uncatchable… The Black Pearl."

"...How many people think that he's totally talking about his ship?" Lori asked.

Everyone raised their hands.

The bigger soldier snorted in derision. "No REAL ship in the Caribbean can match the Interceptor for speed."

As the bigger soldier smirked, the shorter soldier looked contemplative, before looking at his compatriot. "The Black Pearl is a real ship."

The bigger soldier looked at the shorter soldier, his smirk dimming a bit. "No. No it's not."

"Yes it is. I've seen it."

"...You've seen it."

"Yes."

"You haven't seen it."

"Yes, I have."

"You seen a ship with black sails, crewed by the damned, and captained by a man so evil, Hell itself spat him back out?"

"No… But I have seen a ship with black sails."

"Oh… and no ship that's not crewed by the damned, and captained by a man so evil, Hell itself spat him back out, COULD possibly have black sails, and COULD possibly be any other ship than the Black Pearl. Is that what you're saying?"

"...No."

"Like I said," The bigger soldier said as he turned from his compatriot to face Lincoln again. "No real ship could match the Interceptor in speed."

Lincoln wasn't there.

"I take it back." Lola groaned. "As if tricking these idiots can be considered an achievement."

Lucy nodded. "In the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king."

The two soldiers looked around the area, before spotting Lincoln standing in front of the steering wheel of the boat.

"HEY!"

"...I think this Lincoln is just as blind as everyone else. He's just stupidly luckier." Lisa remarked.

Lincoln looked up from the wheel to see the two soldiers quickly boarding the ship. As they approached, the two aimed their muskets at him. Despite the firearms aimed at him, Lincoln's expression didn't change at all.

"Sir, I need you to step away from the wheel!" The shorter one ordered.

Lincoln calmly let go of the wheel. "I'm terribly sorry, gentlemen. I couldn't help myself, this is quite a lovely boat, I mean ship."

The bigger one started at him. "What's your name civilian?"

Lincoln took a moment to think. "Smith! Mr. Smith, if you prefer."

The bigger soldier looked at his compatriot before turning back. "Well then, 'Mr. Smith', mind I ask you what's your business here in Port Royal?"

"NO LIES!" The shorter one interjected.

"Yes, no lies." The bigger one confirmed.

Lincoln looked at the two, before sighing, walking around the wheel and grabbing a nearby rope, letting his hand hang on it.

"Very well. You caught me. My business here was to commandeer one of these ships, sail to Tortuga to pick up a crew and then raid, pillage, and plunder my wicked black guts out."

"...Well, I'm back to square one." Lucy remarked.

"Seriously, what is this Lincoln?" Lori asked.

"Probably drank one too many bottles of rum and just managed to miss all the potholes." Lana said.

The two soldiers looked at each other.

"I said no lies!" The shorter one shouted.

"...I think he's telling the truth." The bigger one said, leaning a bit closer to his compatriot.

The shorter one looked incredulous at his compatriot. "If he was telling the truth, then he wouldn't have told us."

Lincoln smirked. "Yes indeed. If I was lying, then let the most beautiful maidens just fall from the sky."

SPLASH!

All three turned around, able to see the outline of a woman in a dress before she sank deeper into the ocean. The soldiers looked at Lincoln. Lincoln stared back.

"For the record, I would like to say that I did say 'maidens'."

"...That happened."

Lincoln looked over the side with the two soldiers, waiting a bit before grimacing.

"Frankly, quite the miracle that she managed to miss those rocks. But she isn't coming up." Lincoln looked at the two soldiers standing at his sides. "Are you going to do anything about it?"

"What?" The bigger soldier said, slightly confused. "I can't swim!"

Lincoln turned to the shorter soldier. He simply shrugged.

The white haired pirate frowned. "Best and brightest of the King's navy right here. Fine, hold on."

With that, Lincoln began to strip himself of all his tools and his longcoat, and shoving them all into the bigger soldier's arms. Taking his hat off his head, he placed it gently on top of the pile and climbed onto the railing. As he prepared to jump, he turned to the bigger soldier and leveled a finger at him.

"I'm trusting you, don't lose those, or give them away, understand?"

"Okay, seriously, what is this Lincoln? He's a pirate, and he's going to risk his life to save some person he doesn't even know?!" Lola asked.

"He could just be using the woman to escape into the water."

Everyone turned to Lucy.

"Lucy...even for you, that's pretty dark." Lana remarked.

With that, Lincoln dived into the water, disappearing into the depths. The two soldiers were watching when...something pulsed through the water. It quickly vanished into the horizon. A few moments passed before the two soldiers looked at each other.

"...What was that?"

Lynn chuckled. "Must have been holding that one in."

Lincoln swam to the sandy floor, seeing the unconscious women before him, looking like she was deep in slumber. Getting close to her, he grabbed her by the waist and started to swim towards the surface. His legs and free arm pumped as hard as they could, trying to swim faster.

It was also a few moments later that Lincoln realized that he was swimming slower than usual. Quickly checking over himself, he saw no other loose objects on his person that could possibly drag him down. That meant, the thing dragging him and the woman down was…

His eyes quickly zeroed in on the large noble dress that the woman was wearing. Fashion, Lincoln thought to himself as he quickly swam down to the woman's height. Reaching around, he managed to take the dress off. Leaving the dress to float back down to the ocean floor, Lincoln swam back to the surface with the woman in tow.

"Are you alright, Leni?" Lori asked as she saw Leni cover her mouth, some tears in her eyes.

"I-I'll be fine." Leni whispered. 'It was for the greater good, Leni. It was for the greater good.'

His head breaking the surface, he took a breath before continuing to swim towards the wooden dock. The shorter soldier helped him get the girl onto solid ground while the bigger soldier looked on, still carrying his stuff. As the two laid the woman down on her back, her face was revealed.

Luna stood up. "OH MY GOD, TABBY!"

"Luna, calm down. It's not your Tabby. It is an alternate version." Lisa said, trying to give Luna some comfort. "Besides, judging from the time that Tabby spent underwater, as long as they give CPR soon, Tabby will be fine."

Luan looked at Lisa. "When was CPR invented?"

Lisa blinked. "Okay, there might be bit of a problem."

The shorter soldier looked panicked as he observed the alternate Tabby's chest wasn't moving.

"She's not breathing!"

Lincoln didn't look worried, grabbing onto the corset that Tabby had on and ripped it open. Almost immediately, the woman awoke, coughing and spitting out water. Lincoln handed the torn corset to the short soldier, who took it with stunned awe.

"Never would have thought of that."

"That of course works." Lisa said. Luna said nothing other than breathing in relief.

"Leni, you okay?" Lori asked.

Leni nodded. "Yeah, always thought corsets was a dumb idea."

"Clearly you've never been to Singapore, mate." Lincoln quipped as he spotted something around Tabby's neck. Grasping it, he brought it out into the open, revealing it to be a gold coin with a skull and what looked to be Aztec art around it. Suddenly, there was a light of recognition in his eyes.

"Where did you get this?"

"Everyone looked at Lucy.

"Probably definitely cursed."

Lynn looked back at Lisa.

"What, you're not going to try to argue that it is somehow not magic?"

Lisa adjusted her glasses. "I'm willing to believe that this world might have different rules than ours. At least in the Star Wars universe-"

"Star Wars universe?"

"That's what I'm planning to call that alternate reality. Anyways, with that universe's level of technology, I wouldn't be surprised if there was some biological reason that Lincoln and the others managed to perform the feats that they did. Here, we are clearly working in the 18th century, where there is no evidence of advanced technology. Ergo, we are clearly witnessing something that cannot be explained with our own context."

"...Okay."

Before Tabby could respond, Lincoln became much more interested in the sword that placed itself against his throat. Looking up, he saw a man dressed up and looked to be someone of high importance in the military. Looking around, he saw other red coated soldiers moving into the dock.

"On your feet, now." The Officer said in no certain terms. As Lincoln got to his feet, the Officer looked down at Tabby, his eyes firmly on Tabby's face.

"Are you alright, Miss Swann?" He said, some tenderness entering his voice. Lincoln couldn't help but look a bit interested in that fact.

"Wait, I recognize that guy. He was the one that Lincoln was hoping to impress by mooching off my job. What was his name?" Lori said.

"I think his name was Chandler." Lana guessed.

"Wouldn't know why." Lola scoffed. "From what I heard, he was throwing his birthday party at the sewer treatment plant, and all the fifth graders were talking about it like it was the go-to event of the year."

Everyone turned to stare at Lola.

"Really?" Lynn asked.

"Dude's got a future in something." Luna whistled.

"Bet he could sell ice to Eskimos." Luan joked.

"Y-Yes, I'm fine." Tabby said as she unsteadily started to get to her feet. The Officer looked around, nodding at seeing the soldiers' under his command avert their gaze. He turned his attention to the shorter soldier, still holding the torn corset.

The soldier looked at his hands before immediately dropping it, holding up his hands.

"TABITHA! TABITHA!"

A much older man came running onto the dock, pushing through the soldiers. As soon as he saw Tabby's state of undress, he immediately started looking around. Seeing a drab cloak sitting on a crate, he quickly grabbed it and dusted it off as best he could before walking up and draping it over Tabby's shoulders. Tabby quietly fell into the man's arms, who hugged her tightly.

Tabby's father then looked at Tabby's state of undress, to Lincoln and his shabby and dirty appearance.

"Shoot him."

"WOAH! THAT'S WAY TOO HARSH!" Lana exclaimed.

"Not really. I mean, pretty sure that she's basically in her underwear underneath some strange guy. Pretty sure Dad would do worse." Leni explained.

Lori nodded, remembering the time that Dad walked into one of her and Bobby's more… heated makeouts.

Bobby took a while to regain his nerves to show up at the house.

At that command, a couple of soldiers stepped forward, their muskets brought to bear. Tabby's eyes opened wide as she looked at her father.

"Father, you're being too hasty!" Looking around, she looked at the Officer. "Commodore Chandler, you can't give that order."

Commodore Chandler looked at Tabby, then at Tabby's father, before finally stopping to stare at Lincoln. Lincoln stood absolutely still, his eyes looking up from the Commodore's sword.

"...Hold your fire." The soldiers stopped pointing their muskets at Lincoln, returning to the at ease position. Commodore Chandler himself sheathed his sword, before holding out his hand.

"Well, I suppose thanks is in order. You have saved the Governor's daughter, and for that, Port Royal is grateful."

"Don't take it, it's a trap!" Luan exclaimed.

Lincoln looked at the hand, then at Commodore Chandler's face, before smiling and grasping the Commodore's hand. Almost immediately, the Commodore pulled on Lincoln's arm, pulling up his sleeve in the process. There, branded on his wrist was a small P.

The Commodore tutted. The few soldiers near the Commodore saw the P, their gazes at Lincoln turning a bit harder. Tabby herself looked at Lincoln with a bit of fear and fascination.

"Oh my god." Luan said, putting her face in her hands.

"So...had a run-in with the East India Trading Company, pirate?"

Pulling up Lincoln's sleeve further, he exposed a tattoo of a sparrow flying over a sunset. The Commodore pursed his lips, thinking for a moment, before he looked up.

"Or should I say, Lincoln Sparrow?"

Lincoln let go of the Commodore's hand. "Captain. Captain Link Sparrow."

"...Why is he a sparrow?" Lynn asked. "Why not a bear, or a shark, or a snake? I mean, aren't sparrows those birds that flap their wings really fast and hum?"

"You're thinking about hummingbirds." Lisa corrected Lynn.

"Captain, you say?" Commodore Chandler looked around. "Strange, where's your ship?"

Lincoln grimaced. "I was in the process to procuring a ship."

"Seriously, what was his plan coming into this port?!" Lori asked.

"Probably was thinking it up as he went." Lola joked.

"Oh, sir!" The bigger soldier said, holding out Lincoln's possessions. "These are his effects."

Lincoln mildly glared at the bigger soldier as Commodore Chandler inspected Lincoln's belonging, picking up Lincoln's pistol.

"One pistol with one bullet and no additional shot."

Dropping it back into the bundle, Commodore Chandler noticed a small brown box. Grabbing it, he opened it up to reveal a compass. However, the needle never seemed to point straight up. As Commodore Chandler turned around trying to adjust the needle, he turned in Tabitha's direction. The needle pointed in her direction, and no matter what, it never seemed to move away. The Commodore scoffed.

"Must be a defective compass due to shoddy 18th century construction." Lisa guessed.

"Well, we are dealing with a reality that has magic in it. I'm pretty sure that compass was pointing towards Tabby." Lucy observed.

"Aww… a compass that points you to your destined love. So romantic…" Lori sighed.

Luna scoffed. "Eh...Tabby could do better."

"A compass that doesn't point north." Commodore Chandler gave Lincoln a look as he dropped the compass back on the bundle. Then he drew Lincoln's sword, a bit of surprise as he observed the sword's decent condition.

"And I half expected it to be made of wood." Commodore Chandler remarked as he put the sword back into the sheath.

"You are the worst pirate I've ever heard."

Lincoln held up his hands, smiling a bit.

"But you have heard of me."

"...Not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing." Leni said.

"Could be both." Luan said.

Tabitha's father, the Governor, looked at Lincoln in a new light.

"Hang him."

Commodore Chandler nodded, gesturing to one of his men to come forward with their version of handcuffs. As the soldier grabbed Lincoln by the arm, Tabby looked between her father and Commodore Chandler. Her lips pursed before she got out of her father's arms.

"COMMODORE, THIS ISN'T RIGHT!"

The Commodore didn't respond. Struggling to keep a snarl off her face, she walked over and stood in front of Lincoln, separating him from the troops. Lincoln leaned over, looking unsure as the soldier applied the handcuffs on him.

"Pirate or not, this man saved my life!"

Luna nodded. "That's my Tabbs. 18th century or 21th century, still a righteous soul!"

Commodore Chandler didn't visibly react. "Yes, but one good deed does not absolve a man for a lifetime of wickedness."

"But it seems like enough to condemn him." Lincoln joked.

"Indeed." Commodore Chandler replied simply.

The soldier finished applying the handcuffs on Lincoln, and turned away to look at the Commodore. As the Commodore nodded, everyone's attention was on him. They all missed the dark gleam in Lincoln's eyes.

"Finally."

Suddenly, Tabby found a chain around her throat, pulling her into Lincoln's clutches.

"NO!" Tabby's father cried out, the soldiers starting towards Tabby, some aiming their muskets at the two. Tabby's father realized this quickly. "DON'T SHOOT!"

Lincoln smiled as he brought his mouth close to Tabby's ear. "I knew you'd warm up to me."

"...Wow, I actually kind of forgot Lincoln was a pirate." Luna admitted.

"Couldn't Lincoln have waited until Tabby did something? I mean, I'm sure she could have done something." Lana asked.

Lola shook her head. "Please, as if being the daughter of the Governor could actually mean some actual power in the legal system."

The white haired pirate looked back at Commodore Chandler. "Commodore! My effects please… Oh, and my hat too."

The soldiers and Tabby's father looked nervous, unsure of what to do. The Commodore nodded his head. The soldier holding Lincoln's belongings slowly stretched the bundle out towards the duo.

"Milady, if you please."

Tabby grabbed the bundle, glaring at the stuff in her hands. Quickly, Lincoln reached over and grabbed the gun. Pulling back the hammer, he aimed it right at Tabby's temple.

"Do you know how to put these things on a person?"

Tabby scoffed.

"I know."

With that, she turned around and plopped the hat right on Lincoln's head, covering his eyes for a bit before she readjusted the brim. As she reached around his torso to connect his belt, Lincoln leaned in, making it look like the two were embracing. He looked up and smirked at Commodore Chandler, who briefly looked away.

"Oh, easy there." Lincoln said as he felt a spot get a little too tight for his liking. "Don't bruise the merchandise.

"Dude, this Lincoln can sure be slimy." Luna shivered.

"I can practically feel the sleaziness." Lola confirmed.

"Still, this Lincoln is surrounded by guards, with only a hostage. Pretty sure he's done for here." Lori said.

"Yeah." "No doubt." "It was kind of nice to meet this Lincoln."

Only Luan looked comtemplative.

"Luan, you alright?" Luna asked.

"I don't know." Luan replied. "There's something telling me that this Lincoln still has a card to play.

"You're despicable." She hissed.

"Sticks and stones, dear." He replied as he turned her back to face the soldiers.

"GENTLEMEN! And milady," Lincoln sneered as he walked backwards, Tabby still in his clutches. "YOU WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER THE DAY YOU ALMOST CAUGHT CAPTAIN LINK SPARROW!"

With that, Lincoln pushed Tabby into the crowd of soldiers, before running back and kicking a pulley. Immediately, he grabbed the rope and was brought up into the air before any of the rushing soldiers could catch him. On the other end, a cannon fell down, smashing through the dock.

Lincoln sprung up to the top of the pulley, the rope pulling and the whole apparatus starting to swing around. Lincoln could only shout as he spun around.

"...That's a heck of a card to play." Luan remarked as everyone stood slack-jawed.

"HOW? HOW DID HE COME UP WITH THAT!" Lisa asked in utter shock.

"Didn't you hear him?" Lana replied. "He's Captain Link Sparrow."

"Definitely must have practiced that line a couple of times." Lynn commented.

Below, Tabby's father came next to Commodore Chandler, who was holding Tabby close to him.

"NOW WILL YOU SHOOT HIM?!"

"OPEN FIRE!"

The redcoats aimed their muskets and fired, a cacophony of thunder echoing one after another. Bullets whizzed past Lincoln's body as he gritted his teeth, getting closer and closer to his destination. Finally, he landed on top of a post, next to a tightrope.

Taking a deep breath, Lincoln flipped the chain over the rope… Then stepped off the post.

A redcoat reloading his musket looked up and dropped his shot as he saw Lincoln slide down a rope with his chains. His fellow soldier smacked him on the shoulder before he took aim and shot at Lincoln. It was to no avail, as Lincoln landed on the ground and started running into the town, civilians screaming as they got away from the gunfire.

"KIDS!"

Everyone jumped as Rita and Lynn Loud Sr. burst into the room.

"GET DOWN TO THE BASEMENT! THERE'S GUNfire…"

The two parents couldn't help but stare at the machine that their daughters had been watching. Lisa went over and turned off the machine.

"Well… I think we can all say we got a little too overexcited."


Author's Notes:

Yep, a Captain Link Sparrow universe.

I remember asking or anticipating one author who was doing a story like this to do this. He did it, just didn't actually show the part that I wanted to see. So here I am, doing it myself.

Also admit, just realized writing this chapter, what was Jack Sparrow's plan coming to Port Royal in the first movie? Was he really hope to steal a ship in a port where the royal navy was parked?