I see you're interested to learn about Willy Wonka's encounter with this very peculiar swashbuckling pirate known as the notorious Jack Sparrow. Come, come... you still got a lot to lose your head on.

A/N: This fic is absolutely timeless and nuts so you might be surprised but don't nag about it, k?

I don't own Captain Jack Sparrow nor Willy Wonka but we're friends.

And I do disclaim in advance any familiar character that pops out at any part of the story.

Prologue

There he was, carelessly drifting away in one of his deep undisturbed hours of pure imagination. No sign of stirring was around except for the calm wispy wind that crept through the dusty hidden holes, whichever movements it did make, they were clearly indiscernible. It was just a rusty, wooden creaking room, isolated as well, yes, but this was where the renowned extraordinary inventions have first been taking place. Willy tilted his fascinated purple eyes towards the small window that is barely there. The semi full-moon shone softly on him through that tarnished scrap of glass, which made him a tad visible, visible enough for anyone who was standing there in the far end of the room to detect him. Imagine what a glorious sight it would be, gently peeking in from a slight distance, watching a candy-maker's mind unfurling and pouring out all those terrific fantasies that are deftly being created.

Unlike his odd flashback distractions, he simply sits in his secret tower room as mildly and as absentmindedly as ever, his back straight ever so gracefully on a plain wooden chair facing the window, his cane placed neatly beside his right foot, his top hat, of course, resting on top of his glossy chocolaty hair that flowed ever so gently behind his neck. It was the smallest, barest room in the factory that stood the highest, that was strangely invisible from the rest of the world. Willy Wonka found his most peaceful moments here. His eyes intrigued by anything he saw outside the windowpane or inside his head, non-physically clapping his hands together in his thoughts and haughtily saying to himself 'what a genius I am' by each latest idea that pops. You'd know this if you see a quick animated dance sprinkle in his eyes. That was the farthest motion Willy could do. He thought he could wrestle some new challenge, but nothing of that sort came his way. Ah well, he let out an absent giggle. Candy is candy, so as the people made to make candy, and will be making candy for the rest of their lives. He considered that for a moment. 'I like that.'

A loud thud blasted out from somewhere on the streets. Willy Wonka listlessly lowered his head from the raven starlit sky towards the horrid, hectic city that he almost never lay foot in, and then let his eyes fall wryly on the snow coated gateway of his own factory, set in a whole landscape before him. First he saw nothing of any interest, but then he noticed something of an incredible enormity that even he, an erratic dreamer himself, could not have imagined to be gliding on the street right in front of his factory. The mysterious object must've been of dark colour for the darkness complemented its obscurity, but one thing was unmistakably true and all as well annoying, the shrill noise it emitted. That wasn't all. There came voices of people, of men, a roguish crowd of brutish ruffians, and with a fine form for an ambush, too. They seemed to have broken in as they've already knocked the giant factory gate down, sending it flat onto the snow as it was buried in no time. A ship was planted in its place, and the creatures began to spring out of it from all directions. Wonka watched this in animation, inclining his body another inch further by each thrilling part. Ah, so it is true. Pirates...

Willy Wonka smoothed down a strand of his hair and quickly stood up straight, taking his cane in his elegant grip, and still without turning away from the window, he lightly adjusted his hat. He ought to be prepared if he was going down there to meet his dear guests.

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