Summary: Rhyth, Beat and Yoyo replay the Pirates of the Caribbean story in a dream! Will they make it out? Or will Barbosa (Hayashi) rule over the Caribbean for life? (Just so you know... the characters look the same when it comes to face and hair, they're just in different costumes).

Chapter 1: It was another boring day. There had been rain forecasted for the next week or so from the remnants of a typhoon (Asian hurricane) of the coast of Tokyo-to. The garage was almost empty...except for a few rudies under the platform.
Rhyth had just started to read some book that she had found at a store. At first, she didn't seem impressed but bought it anyway, but ever since she turned the cover page, she hadn't put it down. She hadn't even left the spot from where she had started to read.
Beat skated under the platform to escape from the rain. He sat down across from Rhyth as he removed his goggles and headphones. He shook his hair to remove some of the water. Rhyth didn't move a muscle. Beat eyed Rhyth suspiciously. Rhyth would've told her to leave her alone by now and they would've gotten into a fight about territory. Instead, Rhyth continued to read in her cross-legged position and didn't look up. The book she was reading had to be good of she wouldn't argue with him. Beat bent down to look at the title of the book.
"Pirates... of the Caribbean...?" He read the title in question. (Can you believe it? it's a book!) "Sounds like a stupid story."
Rhyth looked up and shot a glare at Beat. "It's not stupid!" She snapped. "You just don't have the intelligence or imagination to read it for yourself."
"I don't have the intelligence?" Beat repeated. "Look at you! You're reading a children's novel!"
"This isn't a children's novel!"
"It's a stupid story!"
"NO IT ISN'T!"
"Rhyth's right." Beat and Rhyth both turned to see Yoyo come under the platform. He was soaked from head to toe. Beads of water dripped down his rectangular sunglasses. "I read that book a year ago. It was amazing. You should read it, Beat."
"I'm not gonna read something as stupid as that!" Beat yelled at the green haired boy. This didn't faze Yoyo at all.
"Funny..." Yoyo 's lips turned to a smirk, "...that's what Rhyth said too."
"Oh god!" Beat stood up. "Would everyone just shut up already!" Beat skated outside when a fork of lightning shot down on the other side of the garage. Beat froze and turned around to see the damage. A giant hole had been burnt into the tiles where the lightning had struck. 'Okaaay...maybe it's not such a good idea to leave just yet.'

Four hours had passed. The trio sat silently together (Beat and Rhyth in their same spots and Yoyo beside Rhyth), saying nothing to each other. Rhyth's nose was still stuck in her novel and Yoyo had just dozed off. After another few minutes, Rhyth closed her book. She stretched and fell into a deep sleep. Beat, however, was determined to stay awake. He watched Rhyth curl up into a ball from the cold and started to feel bad. "Why is it always me that has to be the nice guy?" He asked himself silently. Beat took one of the blankets in the corner and draped it over the small girl. He then took another one and wrapped it around himself. He sat silently in front of Rhyth before nodding off and falling asleep.

Rhyth opened her eyes. She looked up at the decorative material that hung over the Victorian bed. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, realizing she was in old-fashioned pajamas. 'I don't think we're in Tokyo-to anymore...' the girl thought to herself. Rhyth looked over at a small dresser beside her. She got out of bed and walked over to it. A lantern was placed on the top of it as a night-light. Rhyth pulled the top drawer open. A few books and a diary were stashed inside it. She looked at the cover of the diary. 'Elizabeth Swan' was engraved on the front of it. "Could this be...?" Rhyth asked in a whisper. She pulled the books out and lifted the bottom of the drawer out. "Just as I suspected." A small gold medallion with a skull engraved onto it lay at the bottom of the secret compartment. She pulled the medallion out. A small golden chain trailed behind it. Rhyth hung the trinket on her neck, admiring herself in the mirror. "Elizabeth?" a man called through the door. He rapped on the wooden door furiously. "Elizabeth? Are you even awake?" "Uh..." Rhyth froze on the spot. "Yes. One second!" Rhyth stuffed the medallion under her pajamas. She then grabbed the robe on the end of the bed and wrapped it around her. 'Oh, god! I hope I'm really Elizabeth in this dream."

Beat yawned and stretched. He felt the strange comfort of a bed. 'That's funny.' He thought. 'I don't remember getting into bed last night.' He opened his eyes to find himself in a small wooden bedroom. 'Where am I?' "Will!" The raspy voice of a drunk, old man came from below him. "Get your ass down here!" "Keep it down!" Beat yelled in anger. "I'm trying to sleep!" "Oh... Lazy are we?! Get down or you'll get to work the oven instead of the donkey!" "I'm not Will! I'm Beat!" "What're you talking about? You're the only one that lived here other than me!" "It's just a dream..." Beat reassured himself. "Just a stupid... strange... dream... where I'm some guy named Will." Beat sat up and looked out the small window. Beautiful skies and palm trees surrounded a small village. 'I'm in the...' Beat's eyes widened in shock. 'Caribbean!'

Yoyo looked around. "Ah. Nothing like the smell of the ocean to wake you up!" He said happily. He climbed up the mast as he watched the sun rise. "Hey!" The green haired boy looked down at his strange clothes. "I'm captain Jack Sparrow!" The grin on Yoyo 's face got wider as he stood on the mast of the small boat. I feel bad for having to steal that ship from Anna-Maria." Yoyo laughed quietly to himself. "Next stop... Port Royal!"

Rhyth waited in horror as the door opened. In stepped an old man wearing a gray wig and a fancy uniform. He was obviously Elizabeth's father/Governor Swan. His face lit up at the sight of her. "Elizabeth!" He stepped into the room followed by two maids. When Rhyth saw the two women enter the room, she gasped. "Gum... Cube...?" The two maids looked at Rhyth strangely. Rhyth quickly thought of an excuse. "I was just thinking aloud... sorry." "Well then, you must have a lot of things running through your head." The man laughed. "I have a present for you." He pulled a large box out from behind him. Rhyth took the box and opened it eagerly. Inside was a beautiful dress. The front drooped down low and the sleeves were long. The flowered pattern mixed with the light blue colour of the material. "Oh father... it's beautiful!" She gasped as she pulled it out. It wasn't exactly her idea of a stylish dress, but it was beautiful for this time period. "I thought you'd like it." Her father said happily. "I was hoping you'd wear it to the ceremony today, for Commodore Norrington to be. He has grown to like you."

Beat entered the blacksmith's shop downstairs. The floor was covered in hay and swords were lined along the walls. He traveled further inside, looking at all of the swords. Be pulled one carefully out of the rack and looked at the blade. He ran his finger across the edge and watched as blood dripped out from between his finger and the blade. Beat rested the sword back in it's rightful place when something else caught his eye. A beautiful black case sat on the table. He opened it to find the most beautiful sword he had ever seen inside it. He lifted it up and balanced it on his finger between the hilt and the blade. He looked back down to find a folded piece of parchment in the case. He unfolded the sheet. It read: Note to self, Take sword to the Swan residence. (Hopefully see Elizabeth) Beat smirked. If this Will guy had good taste, this Elizabeth lady would be hot. The auburn haired boy took the case, which held the sword and stepped outside to go find the Swan residence.

Rhyth stayed silent as the two maids changed her. They were halfway through putting on the corset. The small girl gasped for air. "It hurts..." She choked. "Well," Elizabeth's father started, "it is the latest fashion in London." "Well women in London... gasp must've learned Gasp not to breathe." Rhyth managed to say as Gum and Cube tightened the corset. "Sir." Another one of the maids entered the room. Rhyth was unfamiliar with this one. "You have a visitor." "Oh. It must be the sword." The man piped up. Rhyth's face lit up. 'Will...'

Beat stood in front of the grand staircase. He looked around at all the decorations when a candleholder caught his eye. He pulled on the metal gently when it broke off. Beat searched around madly for a hiding place. He finally dropped it into the umbrella stand below it just before the butler walked by. "Oh. Will! There you are!" Governor Swan walked down the staircase at a quick pace. "I have your order." Beat said quickly. He opened the case and held the sword out to the Governor. "Oh my goodness... It's beautiful!" The old man took the sword from Beat gently. "Absolutely amazing!" "Beat- I mean Will?" Beat looked up to see Rhyth in an old fashioned dress. Her blue hair was braided slightly and bedecked with flowers. Beat couldn't believe he was saying this... but she was pretty. "Rhyth...I mean Elizabeth? Sorry. I'm having problems with my speech for some reason today." Rhyth let out a sigh of relief from his quick thinking. "Uh... may I please speak with Rhyth privately?" He asked the Governor, who nodded. The two entered the other room and Beat closed the door. "What're you doing here? Beat asked the small girl. "Why do you care?" Rhyth huffed. "It's not like you even like this book!" "You're not saying..." "Yes. We're dreaming about the book." "That's it." Beat growled. "I'm waking up." He pinched himself. It hurt, but nothing happened. "Why am I still here?" "I think we have to finish the book to wake up." Rhyth stated. "Where are you getting this?" Beat asked with an annoyed tone. "I read it in another book." Beat let out a sigh. He was in a book where he didn't even know what happened... and now he had to wait until the end to get out of here? "Rhyth? What chapter are we on?" "Chapter one is about to end when I leave." She replied calmly. "Damn." He whispered. "I'll just go now." Rhyth stood up and left the room. Her father let her out to a carriage. Beat followed silently and whispered two words: "Goodbye...Rhyth."

TBC This was a long chapter for me to write, but the second one will be up soon. Believe me! Review pleeze!