Hey! It took me forever to be done with this chapter. Glad to say Here's what's next! Sorry am going too slow, plz bare with me.

I don't own Willy Wonka. I don't own Sparrow. Sigh... wonder for how much longer will I keep sayingthis stuff...

Anyway, hope you like!

Chapter 1

The figure towering the horizon with his ship was no other than Captain Jack Sparrow, sparkling in his splendor. He stood on air holding on to the riggings and smirked pompously as he watched his prowling warriors besieging the place, pursuing a way in. After defeating the grouchy Captain Hook in a battle that could not be alleged in the history of magic, dumped his pirate crew in the crocodile cove (only it was the mermaid's but he doesn't realize it yet), untamed the lost boys additionally, and drank up all the rum he could swill, Jack was once again on a trail of his deranged master plans of pillaging and plundering. Speaking of magic, Jack Sparrow has made it to become a surprising new fable not to be counted out of the fairytale series of Never Neverland. Of course, his foreign mouth-watering adventures were what gave the Neverlands this thought. It was its wish that this swashbuckling crazy pirate would linger on its sides. But Jack had some other eerie adventures he had to sail through, so he borrowed some pixie dust from Peter Pan's exotic faerie to continue to his next destination.

Jack watched the gigantic dark figure looming over him; his allured hawk-like vision flickered with a stealthy kind of amusement. This is it; his eyes glimmered with more delight. The biggest mystery of all that the brilliant Captain Jack Sparrow is about to be the first to uncover. He leaped off the riggings, soaring between the masts then landed on deck. Keeping his perfect balance, he positioned himself in his boots and then Jack began to strut. He strutted over to the lady who was steering the helm.

"Everything's steady, Captain," she uttered. Then her dark eye cast a stern glance at the crew that was on the verge of bringing down the place. Her attention was drawn to Jack.

"Captain, wouldn't you say it's quite discourteous to be interrupting like so? After all, that man is of great honor to the people who all speak and know of him. That shows the notable eminence that is ought to be respected?"

"What are you speakin' o', AnaMaria! Bloody 'ell 'av you forgotten your manners, your bloody who you are, who's the bloody captain 'ere? Stop using your head, woman an' do what ei pirate 'as to do! Now be done with it!"

"Aye, captain," she answered quickly, turning her face away.

Jack snorted and turned his nose up at the insult he's just got. How dare she speak so highly of another man? I'll teach that woman who she dares to look up to. It's enough she got swashed away by some jaunty flying boy in Neverland, Fairely enough!

There came a sudden bother in the air and Jack looked up frowningly and sniffed.

Anna Maria found a suffocating man by her side. She turned round and saw Jack Sparrow bent thirty degrees down to his waist, his face shrinking and deepening into a brilliant shade of red. He was coughing mad. Each time he tried to look up and curse, he was bogged down by another merciless attack. Anna watched this out of the corner of her eyes in incredulous amusement. If she was hiding chunks of laughs, she was good at it.

"What's that----?" Jack finally managed to gasp out.

"Chocolate, captain," she answered with a wry smile, her keen eyes remained straight ahead. To her, of course, the sent was a heavenly delight. She inwardly breathed it in and the delight swelled.

"Bloody..." he started but was hindered by a stiff cough.

"What...?" she asked, leaning her face closer towards him. He lifted his peeved gaze slightly at her and mumbled something.

"Sorry, again?"

Instead of answering her, Captain Sparrow, as soon as he was able to stand so priggishly up, walked over to the edge of his ship and signaled to his men with the sternness of his eyes.

"Hands off the field, you scabrous dogs! A different foray has been weighed!"

At this, Anna Maria's eyebrows swung up. She was and was not surprised. Of course, she knew that he knew that her perspective was much, much smarter and more efficient than his. He only had to brag about how high and mighty he is.

"What are you staring at, woman? Anchor the Pearl!" Jack smirked and tilted his hat.

"Women," he said flippantly as he disembarked the ship. Anna Maria watched him sulkily, since she's heard him.

"Men," she said hoarsely by the helm.

Darkness mixing together with the faint glow of the moon spelled an eerie piratey mood. The crew was lined up in front of the factory's unyielding doors. Their tattered garments swayed gently by the wind in this unusual stillness, until footsteps were heard, stomping into the snow as it made a clinking sound. Captain Jack Sparrow appeared between his men as he strutted over to the factory, followed by his favorite woman. He and Anna Maria waited in front of the door for a long while. It was too long for Jack and he was starting to get impatient, boringly twitching his mustache or rolling his eyes upwards, and then downwards. He whirled round to face Anna.

"Shall I ring the bell?" he mockingly commented with a crooked irritated smile, slightly raising his arm towards the shadow-showered factory door. She just blinked and he raised his eyebrows at her.

"Cannonballs are a dandy way for tackling doors, dontchya think?"

Jack's eyes widened. They were still fixed on Anna, except that they didn't really seem to be looking at her. They looked stunned. Jack somewhat gulped, his arm still raised. He then became aware of Anna, but just to stare at her questioningly. She glared back at him only out of the bewilderment he was freaking her out with. Jack chose to, very warily turn his stiff head back to his other side. Beneath the moonlight, he came face to face with the most peculiar character ever seen. The perkiness in his voice was very well showing, also his wide stretched out grin that made it a bit hard for Jack's beautiful to adjust with the radiating, unusually bright morsels it contained. The only thing that was luminous in the dark was this creature's face, which made it a tad creepy for the Jack, and the eyes he found ridiculous to believe. Purple?

Jack Sparrow stifled a cough. He didn't know how to react.

Willy Wonka, grinning as merrily as sparking everyday, walked giddily, waving his lovable cane to his side and stepped up a few steps higher, to welcome his shadowy, obscure visitors. His eyes looked over at them and immediately lost its merriment.

"Uhh..." he stammered, overtaken their really dark and indistinct expressions that made them look so much sinister, too sinister to smile at. But Willy did smile, despite that. He always smiled. Having all those forms of smiles, he needn't worry, for any smile of his can fill any other expression as clearly as they need to be shown. Any smile of his could suddenly be petrifying.

Jack watched him in silent awe. Wonka, after flushing, broke into a nervous light giggle and grinned again. The grin that permitted Jack to think it was pretty unnerving.

"Hello," Wonka exclaimed with a quiver, which was quite charming you would know. "Welcome to my factory," he started at the pirates and the pirates returned him with glittery mean eyes with something very unpleasant lurking in them, or so he thought with a sour tang.

"I shake you warmly by the hand." He stretched out his arm to the crowd. He sounded more adverse than warm.

Wonka waited, and he waited till he gets a reaction. He didn't get any.

Suddenly he decided to pull his hand back. Eyes rolled upwards, sneeringly and un-Wonka like.

"Who am I fooling again?" He muttered sarcastically to himself before looking down on them again. Then, his eyes received the surreptitiousness that perturbed everyone as he kept staring. So he decided to give them another chance. After all, they're Pirates, and his factory has never been attacked by pirates before.

"Would you like to see my puppet show? It's quite amusing." He spoke very slowly and cautiously as if he spoke to a child, directed a gloved hand towards his back.

"Not that, too?" Wonka's surprise then flustered. "Heh, weh-heh... O-kay, hee..." he giggled.

Suddenly, Wonka's nervousness was taken over by some kind of bother. He frowned and immediately looked downwards at the deep brown eyes that gazed back at him. They were gazing very oddly at him. The chocolatier chose not to relate, but he examined that odd person. And who would that be? He thought, still frowning and very madly. He seems to be standing there so smugly as if he's indestructible. Willy noted the hat. Oh, so now I see. A smile began to stealthily form on his glowing face. He is the captain, ain't he? He smelt the strong breath that made Willy's lips purse and eyes slightly glaze over. Indeed, that's! the captain.

So Willy decided to step down a few steps to have a little chitchat with the captain. As he did, he found himself standing in front of two figures, circling his cane enthusiastically along.

"So this be your factory!" came the masculine voice from underneath the hat. Willy nodded wordlessly, but it was obvious that he was bursting with glee.

I don't know whether Wonka's delight was because he was glad of being himself and of owning his factory, or because of the pirate. Besides, it was clear to see that Wonka was really thrilled by that pirate. He saw him as strangely fascinating and roguish and not far from being crazy, and who knew the adventures lying in his past and ahead.

"I see you're the captain?"

The pirate nodded proudly. "Aye," he held out his hand. "I be Captain Jack Sparrow! That's how you'd refer to me, mate."

Wonka narrowed his eyes. "Captain Jack... Jack... Jack Sparrow..." he mused and for a minute he didn't move. Then he exclaimed with a 'hah' that made Jack and his companion jump.

"I've heard about you!"

"'Course you 'ave, mate..." came the snooty answer.

"No... no," Wonka pressed as he inclined his face sincerely to Jack. "I've heard about you!"

When Jack let him note his confusion, he neared his lips to Jack's ear. Jack giggled shakily as Wonka was mumbling something to him. He felt himself being warily watched by his crew members, and cleared his throat lightly when Willy straightened his back and retrieved his upright position.

"No, no, alright... but don't tell it to any of me crew, aye?" he said, between light fits of laughs still. He accidentally turned to Anna and there was her stern look. He cleared his throat.

Those two men were clowning. It was about time to handle the business they came here for herself and go somewhere with it.

"You, candy-man!"

Willy whirled round with a struck interest.

"Willy Wonka." He watched solemnly, his violet spheres half dazed, half sparkling. The other person stared straight back at him. They were stern eyes. Dark eyes.

"Well, Mr Wonka or so you're called, I suppose you do not suppose tha' we pirates came here for a 'reunion!'"

"Anna, lass! Why that tone, love?"

She ignored Jack's plea and concentrated on the openmouthed candy-man.

"Ooh, a laydee!" Willy crooned lopsidedly before he can save his balance on his cane, planting it between his feet, but a bit closer to Anna, where he intended to incline his body to.

"I see you pirates decide on catching other things than fish, eh?"

Anna's head turned sharply to Sparrow. So was her exclamation. "Captain!"

"Don't worry, darling, Anna," he consoled her. "I'll take it on!"

Jack stamped his right boot forward and Anna stepped back for him to take her place.

"She's me first mate. Clever cat she is, isn't she?"

"No," Wonka seriously disagreed. "She's roguishly handsome. Eh... pretty lady..."

Jack cringed. "Alrigh' if you say so." He glanced at Anna and she gave him one last warning sign. He rolled his eyes towards Wonka.

"You see, mate! We need to enter your factory..." he grunted. "I mean uh..."

Jack tried once again after some trouble remembering lines. "My friend, I'm very much enchanted by your 'sweet' factory. Perhaps you may want to enlighten us... with more?"

Willy tilted his head at Jack's sudden fake courteousness. That sly pirate was bowing, his arms wide to some extent. His eyebrows lifted up when his hopes for a desired answer diminished by that expression on Wonka's creepy face.

"Heh, well. You're pirates and you'll get what you want through any circumstances whether I like it or not anyway. I choose to give it to you instead of you taking it from me. My dear friends, brace yourselves for you are now allowed to enter a world full of things unimagined and a taste that will take you away where you'll confuse dreams with reality, and reality with dreams!"

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