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Something had awoken him. For a few moments Jack Sparrow had no idea where he was and why he had awoken so abruptly. He felt the Black Pearl calmly rolling with the waves, heard the noise above on deck where his crew went about doing their jobs, heard also the howling wind rattling the sails… wait, the howling wind! Jack jumped from the bed and struggled to don his clothes as quickly as possible. The door wouldn't open at first as though it was held closed by the wind and when he finally did get it open, Jack heard that the noise the wind was making was even louder then what he had heard in his cabin.

"What's going on?" he cried out to Anamaria who it seemed had been standing by his door, ready to wake him up.

"I don't know." She yelled back, struggling to be heard above the sound of sails flapping. "The wind came out of nowhere. It's strange, Captain, not natural. It's not effectin' the waves either." She paused as Jack looked out into the water and saw what she meant. The ocean was silent and peaceful as though on calm day and the small rolling waves gave no indication that a strong wind, one that seemed to be able to rival a hurricane was anywhere in the vicinity. "I think it has a destination, it's blowing us towards somewhere." Anamaria paused again as if unsure if to say more would make her sound crazy. "I think it changed course twice, Captain." The second mate finally confided in a puzzled tone. She had been standing by the wheel, checking their progress on the compass and she had seen the changes herself.

Quite suddenly, Jack remembered that feeling that he had had just a few hours past, the one that told him that the Pearl was heading somewhere, that it had a destination n mind he was not yet privy to. Well it seemed that they were not moving fast enough. The wind would hurry them to their destination. This entire situation wasn't hurting his ship or his crew as far as Jack Sparrow could tell and if this wasn't something human and tangible that he could fight. Something really wanted him to get somewhere and as there looked to be no danger Captain Jack Sparrow decided that there was nothing to do but wait it out.

"It's alright." He told his first mate. "Tell the crew to get themselves down below or tie themselves to something so the wind doesn' blow them overboard. I've a feeling it's not going to let up anytime soon but I don't think that the wind will hurt us. Go see to the crew Anamaria and I'll stay with the ship."

Anamaria looked just about ready to argue but Captain Jack Sparrow raised his hand and motioned for her to go. He couldn't really explain to her why it was ok and they were safe and that there was nothing to worry about because he didn't understand it himself. All he knew where the feelings he picked up out of nowhere. The anticipation of his ship as she came close to her destination as though she was happy to be taking him places all over the world, and now that he was used to it, the caresses of the wind that almost carried them to this new location. He could tell that it wished them no harm but there was no easy way to explain it to anyone else, especially in the racket that this evidently helpful wind was producing.

Gibbs, who had been at the wheel, muttered something about unnatural winds and the bed luck associated with having that many women on board a ship but Jack paid him no mind. Gibbs always though that everything was bad luck so Jack clapped him on his shoulder and told him calmly that everything was going to be alright and taking a flask of beer out of the man's own pocket, offered it to him to go relax. The still muttering man obliged his captain.

The wind had been blowing for five hours. Captain Jack Sparrow had stood at the helm the entire time, supervising the passage through the ocean. There was nothing in sight and the wind showed no signs of abating. It was day now and the sun shone brightly in a clear sky. Sometimes, when he closed his eyes and concentrated on the wind blowing softly on his face, he could just imagine a small tropical island in their destination.

Even though Jack had no idea as to how long their journey would last, he wasn't worried yet. There hadn't been any change in their speed or in the overall weather at all since they started out except for a few subtle changes in course and that consistency had to be a good thing. What was strange though was the way the wind seemed familiar to him and that the way Jack kept seeing the island was from above as though he was a bird in the air and that it seemed familiar to him. It was like coming home when he knew for certain that he had never been to the island before.

The thing that was completely out of the ordinary though, was that Jack had taken out a map after a while, wanting to know where they were and to try at least to guess where they were going. According to two good maps of the area they were supposed to be in, calculating the changes made, they should have hit an island or two in their path already but there was nothing out there but the horizon.

On the other hand, this wasn't a normal wind that they were dealing with and after dealing with the cursed gold and undead skeletal pirates, Jack liked to think that nothing would surprise him anymore. What he wouldn't do though was tell his crew. They had no reason or need to know, now that they couldn't do anything at all about their predicament.

Hands resting lightly on the wheel, Jack Sparrow wondered where Will was. He had seen him come up briefly some two hours ago, with his lovely wife in tow. They had taken a short walk around the ship with almost comically concerned, worried expressions, exchanged a few words with Jack himself and then escaped back into their room. Most of the crew had taking his command to heart and locked themselves down in the sleeping quarters for there was not much work to do. The wind was doing all of the work and they were grateful for at least that.

Captain Jack Sparrow looked up just in time to see the thick fog they were about to enter. He squinted at it, trying to decide just how dangerous and unnatural it was and then reached out a hand to touch it as he marveled at the thickness of it.

Then quite suddenly and abruptly, the wind stopped and the one that took over was a calm natural one. The noise was gone and there was almost silence in place of what was before.

"Have we stopped?" Will broke the silence, coming up beside Jack. He had run up onto the helm when the noise of the wind had stopped, curious to see where they were.

"Yes." Captain Jack Sparrow drawled slowly, having no idea of that could mean. They were still completely shrouded in fog and could see nothing up ahead. Still there was that strange feeling of knowing exactly where he was and that odd vision of the island.

As though reading his thoughts, the fog slowly parted (instead of dissolving, Jack noted somewhat calmly) and Jack found himself staring into a cove belonging to a beautiful island. The same tropical island that he had seen in his visions. The same island that was covered with lush green life, ready and welcoming for the Black Pearl to join. Another playful wind picked up and slowly started to push them towards their destination. They had arrived.

Author's note – I just want to clarify something here because I don't want to deceive anyone.This story will be a crossover between Pirates of the Caribbean and Peter Pan. The crossover will be very smooth, not the 'these characters meet those' type of crossover but the 'these characters are those'. I have a really great story (almost) planned out and I think (and hope) that it will turn out really good. I really really really hope that all of you will continue to read this and enjoy it. Thank you for reading so far and please please continue reading and please review and tell me what you think so far and what you think of my idea.