Disclaimer: Same as it has been this stuff is not of mine, it belongs to its owners, and trust me, I reference a bunch of different things, so if you notice something that obliviously belongs to someone else, guess what? It does! Only the story is mine. There are a few German terms and titles in this chapter so I have included a glossary after the chapter to help with the definitions if you care to know them. Hope you enjoy!

Barret takes point, as he leads the way to the once impressive royal palace; it is nothing but a shadow of its former glory, holes mark the large spheres at its tops and chunks are missing from the walls. Yuffie and Vincent took to the rooftops not long after departing from the train, to provide support to the three men on the ground, and to have a better look at their surroundings. True there are members of the Heer patrolling the streets, but for this mission, no one wanted to make a mistake. As the party nears the front of the palace a short merchant rushes over to Auron.

"Ah Salaam and good evening to you my worthy friend. Please, please come closer." Auron leans in far too close to the peddlers face, wondering what this little man wants.

"Too close, a little too close," The peddler moves back a couple of short steps. "Welcome to Agrabah. City of mystery, of enchantment, and the finest merchandise this side of the river Jordan, on sale today, come on down!"

With that he hits a certain brick in the wall of the street that they're on, and out of nowhere a whole shop seems to appear out of the wall. It even had a flashing sign displayed above it, and items on the table already. At this ruckus Barret and Cloud turn around to see some local trying to get Auron to buy something, they head over as the older man starts to inspect the wares.

The turban sporting man brings down an object from one of the sleeves, "Look at this! Yes! Combination hookah and coffee maker--also makes Julienne fries."

He starts to tap it on the table to show that it is also durable, "Does not break, does not…" BANG. "It broke" The merchant throws it behind him, not caring what happens to it now.

Auron is starting to lose interest as the man reaches for a box on the far side of the table, by now Barret and Cloud have joined their other companion, and Yuffie and Vincent are continuing to scout to make sure that all is kosher in the area.

"Ooohhh! Look at this!" He pulls out what looks like Tupperware. "I have never seen one of these intact before. This is the famous Dead Sea Tupperware. Listen." With hand on the top he uses his thumb to pry it open, and trying to act nonchalant, makes raspberry sound. "Ah, still good."

The three men shake their heads at the antics of this silly man and turn to go back to their original destination.

Despite his small appearance, he quickly moves in front of the group, "Wait, don't go!" The men sigh and stop to hear what he has to say.

"I can see that you're only interested in the exceptionally rare. I think then, you would be most rewarded to consider...this." From out of his sleeve the merchant produces a golden lamp and shows it off to his would be buyers.

"Do not be fooled by its commonplace appearance. Like so many things, it is not what is outside, but what is inside that counts." Cloud makes a motion with his head to tell the others it's time to head out.

Yet again the peddler rushes to place himself in their path "This is no ordinary lamp! It once changed the course of a young man's life. A young man who like this lamp was more than what he seemed, a diamond in the rough. Perhaps you would like to hear the tale?"

Barret can't stand it anymore, "No, motha-fucker we don't give a damn. Now get your sandy ass out of our way!"

The man being yelled at looks stunned. "What?"

Barret continues to lose his temper, "What country are you from?"

Again the merchant is scared beyond belief and is shaking, "What?"

"What ain't no country I ever heard of, they speak English in What?!"

"What?"

"English motherfucker do you speak it?!"

"Yes!" he brings his arms up to cover his face, in order to try to protect himself from an attack he feels is imminent.

"Can't you see we don't give a damn about you or this shithole, and that we have a place to go, or do you think I look like some kind of bitch?!"

"What?"

"I said do I look like a bitch?"

"No!" The merchant is now shaking more violently, fearing for his life.

"Then, why you trying to treat me like some kind of dumb bitch?"

"What?"

Barret brings up his chain gun substitute for a right hand and places it against the peddler's head, "Say what again! I dare you! I double-dare you, motherfucker! Say 'what' one more goddamn time!"

As he sees what is going on and feels that Barret will put round after round into the merchant's head if he does say 'what' again, Cloud walks over and puts a hand on the crazy man's shoulder, "Barret, calm down he's not worth it. Now get control of yourself soldier, we have a mission to do."

As Barret turns to look Cloud in the face, the peddler rushes back to his store, closes shop, hops on his nearby camel, and gets out of town with all speed.

"Well that was interesting," Auron comments as he heads for the large gates that lead into the palace.

In front of the palace gates was the Captain of the Guard of the city of Agrabah, Razoul. He had the same position when the city had a sultan, but despite the disposal of his former master, he still holds onto his sense of loyalty for the city and now the Reich. "It is an honor to see you. You're most welcomed guests. Please, please come in." Razoul yells to the pudgy guard at the top of the gates. "Open the gates already or you'll be put on monkey detail for the next week!"

The guard rushes to the crank to manually oversized gates.

"Please follow me, and I'll lead you to the Reichskommissar, he is eagerly awaiting you gentlemen." Holding his left hand to his side to keep his scimitar in place and with a crisp about face he walks through the doors to lead the way.

The other three men closely behind their bearded guard stop to look at each before saying, "Monkey detail?"

"Hmmm? Oh yes that, well there seems to be a high level of monkey activity in the city that we have never seen before, we haven't been able to catch a single one, they're such a nuisance." He huffs, and fixes his large tan hat then continues to advance toward the main chamber, trying to fix his black vest from time to time, pulling it slightly from one direction to the other.

From the shadows a monkey is following the group.

Barret slows up and gets the attention of his companions, "Is it just me, or does this fool seem to be nervous?"

Before they enter through the chamber door being held open by their guide, the graying swordsman says quietly, "From what I've heard, this Jafar person was the Grand Vizier to the last sultan, and even tried to take control of the state himself. I don't trust him."

Cloud and Barret just look at each other mouths agape as Auron continues his walk like nothing happened, or was said. They recover their wits and move through the once spacious chamber room. Now it is filled with improvised cubicles and dozens of workers scurrying from one area to another, the effects of the war are still felt and some of the workers can't hold at bay the hate in their eyes as they glance periodically at the three servants of the Reich. Yet the men don't give them a second thought as they close in on their target. In what was once a throne at the far end of the chamber sits a tall skinny man, still dressed in his traditional attire, the same he wore with his last job. Though, unlike all of his worker's clothes, his is spotless and regal.

The air is thick with the heat of the desert wasteland pouring in through the far too large openings around the chamber, and with the smell of so many working in a non-air-conditioned room, it's a feat just to stay upright.

"Welcome to Agrabah my dear friends." Jafar dips low at the waist and makes a sweeping motion with his free hand, the other holds a staff that looks like a king cobra.

"Jeez this guy even talks like a high muckety-muck."

Cloud jabs him in the ribs, "Shut up Barret, and remember where we are…for God's sake please."

Auron asks, "So what is with the monkeys? What is the big deal with your men trying to get rid of them?"

Jafar looks somewhat curiously at the speaker, but decides it better to answer, "It's a matter of health for one reason, and besides I doubt you would like your cities filled with these vermin, these little hairy thieves."

"Hmm, yes I suppose you're right."

Cloud steps forward, "So Herr, Reichskommissar Jafar, in your message you said that you had information about the whereabouts of Leon."

"Yesss, of course. Iago!"

The sound of feathers flapping fills the ears of the three outsiders, as a red parrot with a piece of paper attached to one leg makes its way to Jafar's right shoulder.

Iago holds out his leg and Jafar removes the piece of paper, "I do have to apologize to you three, for coming all the way over here, I wish I could've just told you over the phone, or sent an email, or something, but this is too important, to trust others, you understand."

At the mention of trust Cloud's heart seems to stop. He made the decision to trust Leon with his whole being that night, which seems so long ago, and Leon trusted him in return. Cloud has to find where his lover is, he has to make sure he's alive, that he's not de… no he would not even think of that word, he must be alive. How he has yearned to embrace his brunette again, he would be satisfied just holding him in his arms. To see his face, with the smile that only he is given, to breath in the unique scent that is Leon, just to be in his presence Cloud would do all that it took to bring him back from wherever he was.

Upon opening the scroll, Jafar's eyes quickly dart through the lines, to make sure that this is the right bit of data he needed. Cloud looks up, his every atom hanging on what Jafar would say next. Barret was busy trying to look even more intimating than he already was, because he didn't like all the looks he was getting from the others in the room. Auron was also waiting to see what this official had to say, his right hand, that he kept close to his body began to drum on the air as it 'lay' suspended in the air.

"Well, it seems that the Mujahideen have traded Leon to a pirate by the name of…Jack Sparrow? Umm, wait, it says Captain Jack Sparrow, sorry."

All three were taken aback. They came all this way just to be told that some pirate has Leon? They traveled through the desert on train, took key members of the military from any jobs, even the Commandant of The Bastion away from his cadets to have to turn around and leave. Even Barret felt some remorse for accosting that peddler, not much, but still some, which is saying something.

"So this means that we'll have to ask for help from the Kreigsmarine. I hope that Großadmiral Hook will be in a good mood when we get there."

Dammit! Cloud thinks, but at least the train is still in the station, if they make haste, they could still reach it before it pulls out, to go back to the Homeland. Cloud touches his earpiece, to get the attention of Yuffie and Vincent.

"Change of plans, get to the train."

Before either could respond, Cloud cuts the signal.

"Thank you for your hospitality Herr Reichskommissar, but we must take our leave now." Jafar begins to speak, but Cloud holds up his hand. "No thank you we'll be able to find our way out."

"When you do get to the Reichsregierung, make sure to give my regards to Judge Frollo, if you manage to find him not being busy with the Volksgerichtshof."

Auron remembered Frollo from, back when he was an Inquisitor, hunting down all the undesirables, the lower parts of society, the Untermenschen. As a monk, Auron had to be part of some of those trials, and other activities, to him, it was one of the more unfortunate chapters in his story.

With that Cloud and company give a salute to the host and quickly make their way to the waiting train.

"Razoul, make sure our guests find their way out, I have matters that need my immediate attention."

"Of course Excellency."

Jafar leaves through a side entrance to the room, and from there up the winding stairs to his office where he awaits his meeting.

"Do you think they suspect anything Iago?" he turns to his bird.

The parrot flutters over to the desk from his shoulder, and speaks in a very loud and annoying speech pattern, "Nah those bums don't know a thing, but how long do we have to wait for this guy? All that time down there seeing those high and mighty bastards, that with the heat, I'm so ticked off I'm molting! And what about that guy you sent to blow up the train? What were they even doing here? Didn't you want them dead? Won't that help further the plan?"

"Patience Iago, patience. Gazeem was obliviously less than worthy."

"Oh there's a big surprise! That's an incredible - I think I'm going to have a heart attack and die of that surprise!"

A knock is heard at the door. Jafar looks to Iago, he makes a motion that looks like he is taking a zipper to his beak.

"Come in Aladdin."

The leader of the Mujahideen strolls through the door as he opens it. A light footstep is heard behind him, the maker of the noise is also seen, a monkey crawls up to Al's shoulder. Eyeing the bird as it walks around the desk. Aladdin turns his attention to Jafar, "So did they buy it?"

With a wave of his hand the former vizier says, "Naturally, every word."

"Well you do have a snake's forked tongue now don't you?"

Jafar almost looks insulted at the remark. He'll be glad when he no longer needs the services of this street rat. "So you've got the plan right, Aladdin? Even though it would be nice to rid us of those trouble makers, we could use their plight for us to worm our way into their trust."

"Yeah, a plight that you are responsible for Jafar. I hope you know what you are doing"

"Your point? Of course I do." He adds in a mutter under his breath. "Just like I knew what I was doing when I helped the Reich depose of your father-in-law, and had your wife killed."

"Did you say something?"

"What? No, nothing at all. So you already transferred Leon to the care of Sparrow right?"

"Yeah, but it was no easy task, even though he's a pirate, he is still loyal to those imperialist pigs, so I had to smuggle that guy in a crate with the rest of their cargo."

You WHAT?!"

"Relax, I didn't do that, I thought of it though, but no. I just had Sao Feng drop him off at some God-forsaken-island, that Jack Sparrow seems to frequent, so no worries, they'll find that Sparrow had to be the one that put him there."

"As long as Sparrow gets convicted, that is what 'Mouse' wants. Now if you'll leave me, I have important work to do, and keep better tabs on that monkey of yours, they seemed to have noticed it."

"I'm sure they didn't think he was actually spying on them, they just though it was some monkey." Said monkey starts to chatter and have a fit.

"Relax Abu, we know you aren't just some monkey, come on lets go."

With that the flea-bearing, once street rat left to continue his 'duties' while the real leader of their part of the greater plot was left to continue his plans, as his parrot kept chatting about.

***

The train made its way to the cabinet of the Reich, the Reichsregierung, more specifically the Oberkommando der Marine, during the trip the members had time to think about the task, or even tasks to come. The train swayed slightly from side to side as it made its way to 'Disneyland'. It's true that the city had an official name, but when the last President came into office, he kept getting re-elected, so it became a joke to most that the capital was really all his. As the years went on, he began to use it in regular speech, so it was only a matter of time before all accepted the term. Now it's just an ironic reminder of what used to be, even worse, is that the Reichchancellor kept the name, he may say to preserve the past, but most believed it to be out of spite.

In the different parts of the many cars each of the members are making their own preparations. Auron is mediating, before he left to war he was a monk, then he became a warrior monk and the rest is history, and his story. Barret is working out doing various exercises and cleaning his many arm attachments during his breaks. Vincent and Yuffie sometimes would do something that could qualify as productive, but they're younger than the rest, and a couple.

Cloud did all he could to stay away from them, as he did with any other couple he saw. He felt so empty and incomplete without Leon. It was something he'd never felt inside himself before. He never realized it existed. It took finding someone that he truly cared about, for this feeling to manifest. Yet, not once does he think that the pain is too much, in truth, he feels happy, because he knows that this is the love and acceptance he always wanted. When he found Leon in that bar he was able to find his true self and become more complete. He was no longer the hollow shell that he once was. If he was asked before if he felt this emptiness before that night with Leon, he would demise the speaker as some loon. But now, after experiencing what he shares with the brunette, he feels it every moment that he is parted from his other half.

***

In a dark and moist cave, at least he thinks it's a cave, or a hole of some kind Leon is pacing behind the metal bars of his cell. The rest of his cell is carved from the very rock that surrounds him, just wet rock on the curve that connects to the straight metal bars, creating an enclosure that would resemble a 'D' from an aerial view, but he knows he must be somewhere underground. His voice is hoarse from the screaming that he has done, trying to get some response out of the sole guard, trying to alert anyone, if he can. The guard, if only he could grab him and force him to open the door or something, but every attempt so far has ended in failure which usually involved being tasered by what he figured was a cattle prod. Scorch marks mar his body at various places, clothes burnt in others. He long threw off his jacket, due to the humidity of his current location, that he has been in for, he doesn't know how long. There was no way to mark the start of one day, or its end. Nothing that he could use to keep a tally on the wall, and his watch was taken along with any other item that is not clothing. His captors are taking no chances with him.

Leon resides himself to a 'corner' of cell and reflects back to his memories. He can't remember how he was taken, nothing other than a blow to the back of his head, a rag to his mouth and lots of transporting. At least his captors have fed him on a regular basis, but the toilet, what a laugh that is, just a small hole in the cave, he'd use it try to escape, if he had a digging tool, or if the rock wasn't so hard. At least they gave him something to wipe himself with.

What he can't understand, is why are they're taking such good care of him? He has personally seen some prisons that looked more like death camps in some of the old enemy countries after they were liberated. So there must be some reason that they're keeping me alive, he thinks. It's that thought that keeps him going day after day, the hope that he'll be out of this, that it is only a chapter in his life, and there are better parts to come.

There's that, then of course there is Cloud If he was a younger man Leon would have worried himself sick about whether Cloud would find another guy, but he knows better now. He knows Cloud is a very loyal guy, he'll stop at nothing to accomplish his missions, and he will always protect what is his. Cloud will find him; Leon was sure of that, and God have mercy on all those that get in his way. The "SeeDs" commander still wasn't too sure about thinking that he belonged to someone else, but at least it was the guy he longed for since he was back in school, and that, after this he'll have the opportunity to make up on some of that lost time.

Speaking of which, here I am, he thinks, alone in a cell of some kind, right after I finally get Cloud, is it too much to ask, to just be with him? Why do we keep getting pulled apart? He continues his many thoughts and questions until sleep takes him, using his worn jacket as a pillow he lays his head against the tattered fabric, the last thoughts of consciousness involve only Cloud.

***

After four days of being confined to the small space and having to deal with the stops it had to make, the high-rail train pulled into the station in Disneyland, and from there the party left amongst the gaggle of other passengers. Yuffie loved coming here, despite it being the center of the government, and she wanted to see the sites and by a souvenir or two. So Cloud let Vincent and her go off as long as they maintained radio contact. But as soon as they secured a ship through Hook, they would again, be on the move.

They passed by the president's palace, even though it looked more like a castle, on their way to the cabinet quarter of the city. After being stuck in a train for so long, they decided to walk before they had to get back in that same train; it was nice to be able to enjoy the fresh air. The tourists though, they could have done without, and apparently one of the tourists actually recognize them. Once one person starts asking for an autograph, and to take a picture with them, many others seem to come out of nowhere to join in. It was embarrassing for them. Yes they wanted nothing to do with all these random people, but they had to put on a 'happy' face, they were representing the Reich, and most of these people were just years before from a country that opposed the Reich invasions.

After an hour of wasting his time Cloud told the crowd that he had important business to take care of, but he promised to be back later. Like he would ever bother himself again with all these people, but it did feel nice to be appreciated he supposed.

At the Oberkommando der Marine, or OKM for short, they were stopped by some worker saying that they need to check their weapons. Cloud and Auron gave up their larger than life swords, but Barret was being a bit defiant.

"Look you little piss-ant, this is part of my arm."

"I'm sorry Sir, but we can't take any chances with weapons."

"Don't you realize that I am a THEE Command Sergeant Major of the Herr!"

"Even so Sir, you still need to-" Barret grabs the young man by the collar, and brings him close to his face, so he can make sure this little punk, in his opinion, knows what is going on.

"I. Ain't. Taking. My. God. Damn. Hand. Off. Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?"

"Someone help me please! We have a man attacking the entrance!"

The two Guardians of the Reich yell, "No!"

But it's too late as a tall slender man, cloaked all in black, which looks to be in his late seventies nears the main doors.

"What is the meaning of this?!"

Barret drops the young man and steps back to where his two companions are. The man that called for help can't help but have a large smug grin plastered on his face as he waits for judgment to be handed down upon these men.

"It seems someone needs to learn the meaning of respect." The cloaked man states in a grave tone.

"Yeah that's right, you teach them Judge!"

After that last outburst Judge Frollo swiftly backhands the youth, "I was talking to you, you insolent little twerp, how dare you make an ass out of yourself in front of these men. You should be lucky I'm on the way to an important trial, or I'd put you in the Volksgerichtshof right now. Well, get the hell out of my sight!"

Frollo straightens his robes from his outburst and runs hand through his pure white hair, to make sure it's in place.

"Well sorry for that, but if you don't need me; I have to bring a man to justice."

Cloud and Barret move aside but Auron stays in place in front of the double doors.

"We just came from Agrabah, Jafar said to give you his regards. So tell us, who is it that you are about to sentence, surely you have time for a former member of the cloth?"

The aged judge eyes the former monk with weariness and a wonder to see if he is trying to get at something… but dismisses it.

"First off, don't call me Shirley. As for the newest member to be hanged, that would be the pedophile that made young boys he kept in his Neverland Ranch in furry costumes; Peter Pan. Now if that is all, I must be going."

With that the judge heads out to do his duty, leaving the veterans at the door in a state of shock. First just how curt that man was, and second; that Peter Pan was already being put on trial, he hadn't even been in custody long. To be put in Frollo's court, it only meant death; he was the judge, jury, and executioner. There was no due process; it was just a show to the Reichchancellor, and the citizens, just another fear tactic.

With a shrug and the sound of beeping going off, as Barret passed through the metal detector, they made their way past Frollo's office, number 9679 to the office of Großadmiral Hook. In the front part of the office is his secretary; Mister Smee, his former boatswain, a short, plump, ducky older man that looks like he's been into the liquor, due to the large red nose.

"Hmm, Oh! Hello there everyone, do you all have an appointment with the admiral?"

The blond move in front of the desk, "Yes, I do. They'll be waiting for me up here. Please tell the admiral that General Cloud is here to see him about that important business."

"Yes Sir! Will do!" Smee throws up an awkward salute, before pressing the buzzer to alert his former captain of his guest.

"Admiral, Sir, the general is here to see you now should I let him in?" Silence.

"Yes Smee, let him in."

"Well you heard him, just go through that door to my right, and you'll be in his office, and case you haven't been around the admiral before, try not to stare at the hook."

Cloud nods and clicks open the door to be greeted by the smell of the ocean. It must be some kind of scented candle or something he thinks. There are also many nautical items throughout the office, a blue marlin on one side of the wall, nautical flags, paintings of ships, ships in bottles litter an entire cabinet, pieces of coral and starfish, and other such dead sea animals are common place in the office, and other things of that nature. It's a large office, not like the front desk area; there is space to move around in. On either side of the large desk in the far back of the room there are two flags, on his right, the flag of the Reich, on the left of the desk, the 'Jolly Roger', that flag catches his eye as he moves to address the former pirate.

"Long time no see, James."

Hook turns around in his chair, his hook toying with his long slender mustache. In hearing a name that almost none would dare use, even Vayne, his mouth changes from a near permanent scowl to a slight smile becoming more of a toothy grin as the seconds tick by. Once that grin is in place he jumps up and slams his hook into the desk.

"It has! Come, come sit down, I know you need to leave, but it's been awhile, and I think I got my hook stuck, and this is mahogany too."

Hook starts to pull with his arm, putting more and more strength into it, until he needs to use his other arm to force the metal hook out of his desk.

"Why don't you just get a normal hand Hook? We have the technology now" Cloud takes the seat offered and waits for his host to regain his breath.

"Come on, how can I do a thing like that? My name is Hook, and due an injury at sea, I had to have a hand replaced with a hook, that's too good, and by now iconic."

"I suppose I see your point."

Cloud looks at the gash in the desk, which leads his eyes to noticing the other ones, then to the only picture frame on the desk

"So how is your boy? Luxord right?"

"Hmm, he's fine, he got my love of money, that's for certain, but not my love of the sea I'm afraid. Last I heard he wants to go into business, or be a politician, what's funny, is that I can actually see that happening. But enough of this idle chit-chat, we're both men of quick decisions, we have to be. So, you wish to ask for my aid in something huh? Is that it general?"

"Yes that's right admiral, according to information from a man that has been loyal to the Reich, and has been dealing with terrorists for years. Leon has been traded to Captain Jack Sparrow."

Taken aback by the news Hook has to think about this. He knew Sparrow quite well, they fought on the sea together, well Sparrow often looked like he was about to retreat, whereas he was always in the flagship, but Jack was loyal. He trusted Jack, so much so, that he allowed the pirate to stay a pirate, as long as he left the Kreigsmarine and the territories of the Reich alone. So is this the price he had to pay for the freedom that he gave Sparrow?

"I'm not sure about this Cloud, but Sparrow has instilled some doubts in the past, and you never have, so I'll help you out, not just because it's you, mind you, but because if Sparrow has gone rogue, I want him stopped as soon as possible."

"So you'll give me a ship?"

"Can you sail?"

"No…"

"Then no, I won't give you a ship, but I'll see who we have in the docks, and you can accompany them and together, you'll save Leon, and if need be bring Sparrow to justice."

"Thank you James!"

"Don't thank me yet, let's see who, is ready to sail, if there is any."

Hook presses the call button on his desk and soon Smee is heard, "Yes Sir?"

"Smee see what ships we have in the harbor, understood?"

"Yes Sir!"

Cloud and Hook can hear the shuffling and flipping of papers, as Smee tries to find one ship that isn't already on a patrol or is able to float. Auron and Barret are treated to the show from their seats as Smee is going from calling one number to another, then back to the mound of papers. Finally after near ten minutes of frantic searching, "YES!"

To the office of Hook Smee buzzes in, "Sir, it seems that Kommodore Hector Barbossa and his 'Red Turk' are ready to leave for a patrol to Port Royale, so if they leave now, they should be able to join him."

"Well thank you very much for your time admiral, but we must be off."

Before Hook could say good bye the spiky blond haired general rushed to the street to flag a taxi, with two men behind him. From inside the taxi, he told Vincent and Yuffie to get to the 'Red Turk' now, or they'll be left behind.

Once at the vessel the Kommodore Barbossa came to meet his guests, "Welcome to the 'Red Turk' my men will show you to your rooms. It's always a pleasure to help the leadership of the Reich." Barbossa makes an over exaggerated bow his large hat in his hand, the feather atop brushing the deck.

When the doors were closed, behind them he added, "And have a chance to make the Black Pearl mine." Then shouted at his crew. "Well what are ya waiting fur ya lazy shacks of shite? Let's get to open sea; we have some hunting to do."

***

Aboard the Black Pearl Mr. Gibbs is trying to find his captain, for he has important news to tell him, "Captain! Captain!" Gibbs sits down on a barrel and takes out his flask, "Where is that man?"

As if on cue, when Gibbs is about to take a swig, his captain snatches it, "Mr. Gibbs, you should know that there is no drinking on duty." With that he downs the reminder of the flask.

"So you wanted to see me about something?"

"Yes captain, it seems that during our last trade with those desert folks, we had to pick up a prisoner of theirs, which now makes him ours."

"Oh is that all, so who is the poor bastard and where do we pick him up?"

"Well Sir, where is that god-forsaken-island that you got marooned on, twice, and who, well that's the thing…" Gibbs trails off, not wanting to tell his captain of who it is, but he knows, he'll have to tell him very soon.

"Well out with, you must know who it is, so?"

"Sir, its General Leon."

"It's WHOM!?"

"I said that is was General Leon Sir."

"Yes I heard you fine Mr. Gibbs, but a general? You do realize that those damn sand people just set us up for…oh dear GOD! We have to get to Port Royale with all haste! Put everyman to work, we must tell the authorities we know where he is, and that we didn't put him there."

Sparrow then runs around trying to get as many of his men back to work as he could, trying to make all speed.

"The captain must be spooked, I haven't seen like this since we were hassled by that giant squid, what do you think Cotton? Oh yeah you can't speak, forgot about that, sorry."

A mist across the sea starts to spread across the waves, "What is this?" Gibbs stares, trying to see where the mist came from, until he sees the outline of a ship.

"Captain! We're under attack!"

"What do you mean? Who would attack us? I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."

With that a shell fired from the Red Turk finds the Black Pearl and on impact chips off a bit of the ship, "Oy! Stop trying to blow holes in my ship!"

The Red Turk pulls up to the side of the 'Pearl', and the surprise attack, with the mist, the Black Pearl couldn't make use of its superior speed.

"Hello Jack!"

"Do I know that voice?" Captain Sparrow turns to see his old 'friend', "I do know that voice."

Sparrow walks in his usual manner to the side of his ship, "So Hector, It's been too long, hasn't it?"

"Aye that it has Jack, but it seems that you have something that belongs to this man."

Cloud steps forward, and is ready to jump aboard the other vessel to kill all those in his way to get his Leon.

"No I don't, I don't even know that man, but if you're after my jar of dirt, too bad you can't have it."

That takes Cloud by surprise, "Jar of dirt?"

"Don't get him started, general, and there he goes." Hector perches his elbow on the rail and puts his right hand over his face until Jack is done.

"Yes. I've got a jar of dirt! I've got a jar of dirt! I've got a jar of dirt, and guess what's inside it!"

"Enough of this board the ship and take them prisoner!"

With that the members of the Red Turk board the opposite ship with planks and hooks, but to their displeasure, the captain of the Black Pearl decided to give up, it would be better to try to explain the situation to his fellow naval officer he thinks.

***

From the inside of his cell Captain Jack Sparrow wonders just what he was doing here. He gave them the coordinates of where the missing general was, so they found him, and he didn't put him there, so why does he need to go to the gallows? From the sound he hears it sounds like another guard is coming to see the famous Jack sparrow behind bars, "Where is that dog with the keys when you need him?"

"He's outside, but they haven't taken my advice on changing the kind of prison bars."

"Turner! What are you doing here, if it's to break me out, I'm fine with that, so hurry up."

"Sorry Sparrow, but I need you to make a promise; first, I need you to do something, if you want to be set free."

"But don't you have your bonny lass already? What else could you possibly want?"

"It's not me Jack, it's my employer, he needs to be able to get to the Isle de Muerta."

"Why would he want to go there?"

"It doesn't matter, you just have to teach him how to get there, then you'll be able to go on your own way, or join us."

"Us, being who Mr. Turner?" Jack eyes narrowly at him.

"In honor of the late president, our leader has taken up the codename of 'Mickey Mouse' since Walt Disney had such a fondness of the old cartoon, and we are called Mouseketeers. So what do you say Sparrow?"

Even though he was a pirate and enjoyed his freedom, more than another, Captain Jack Sparrow was also a man that stayed to his beliefs, and one of these was that the Reich was a good thing. By joining these rebels, the chance for loot would be great, and if the tides stated to turn in the favor of the Reich, he could always go back and give them information on this group, that would safe his skin, he was sure of that.

"Alright young master William, I'll help you and your, whatever you call-its out, just get me out of here."

"Just remember your word Sparrow," With that using the right leverage, the blacksmith turned pirate yet again freed the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow.

"Hey, have I ever given you a reason not to trust me?"

An: This may help.

Heer-Ground forces of the Nazi Reich.

Reichskommissar- he title of Reichskommissar was given by Führer Hitler to some Nazi-governors, mainly in the following German-occupied countries during World War II but also before to reintegrate former Prussian territory regained on France. Depending on circumstances, they could be quite dictatorial and repressive, as Terboven in Norway.

Kreigsmarine- Navy of the Nazi Reich.

Reichsregierung- think the government of the Reich

Volksgerichtshof- people's court, but in the Nazi Reich it was a kangaroo court

Untermenschen- German for under man, sub-man, sub-human; plural: Untermenschen, is a term from Nazi racial ideology used to describe "inferior people", especially "the masses from the East," that is Jews, Gypsies, Poles along with other Slavic people like the Russians, Serbs, Ukrainians and anyone else who was not an "Aryan" according to the contemporary Nazi race terminology.

Oberkommando der Marine- was Germany's High Naval Command until 1945.

Kommodore- Nazi rank equivalent to Commodore

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