Yo Ho

Hello and welcome to my first fic. It's a Kim Possible/Pirates of the Caribbean crossover.

It's about a young boy called Ronald Dean Stoppable joining the crew of the legendary Captain Jack Sparrow and his ship the Black Pearl. See how Ronald progresses in becoming the follower of one of the most famous pirates ever sailing the seas.

And now enjoy the prologue and please tell me what you think! R&R

Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible nor PotC. Both belong to Disney.

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Prologue: Welcome on board

It was night on the high seas of the Caribbean. Nothing could bee seen in this darkness, except for some few lights coming from a large ship heading nowhere in particular. Getting closer you were able to see a person, the helmsman to be exact. A very stocky person indeed, old in age with a full beard across his lower jaw which stopped right at the beginning of his chin. He was humming the sound of his favorite melody:

"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, and loot,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot,
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We extort, we pilfer, we filch, and sack,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Maraud and embezzle, and even high-jack,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We kindle and char, inflame and ignite,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We burn up the city, we're really a fright,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

We're rascals, scoundrels, villans, and knaves,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. We're beggars and blighters, ne'er-do-well cads,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo-" he abruptly stopped as he surprisingly saw a light coming from a little canoe nearby.

'How may a boat like that get so far out in 'ye sea by this time of nite?' thought the man as he temporary lets go of the wheel to examine the boat more closely.

He was shocked to see a little boy lying in the canoe, unconscious. Without fearing any consequances the helmsman called for help right away.

"Mates, come here quick! I found a lad!" he shouted. Shortly after his call a dozen seamen came to the aid of the boy.

Flawless they got down, took the child out of the boat and brought him on the ship to wrapp him in blankets. It was all they were able to do at that point.

But now they had the chance to look at the stranger. He wasn't older that 5 years, dishevelled blonde hair and a few freckles on each side of his cheeks. By the look of his attire it was clear that he wasn't one of them but still not a person with royal roots. Although he wore clean but wet clothes, he seemed to be rather healthy. But they weren't so sure considering his blue tint caused by the cold outside and his wet clothing. He was literally shaking together with the ship. But the helmsman didn't miss a beat.

"Quick, bring the lad inside! He needs warmth!" he ordered. With a short "Aye!" the crew members complied and brought him to the warmest place on the ship. All they had to do now was to wait until the boy would wake up from his slumber.

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The sun rose to show a beautiful blue Caribbean sea. Peace was at it's place. Even on the big ship almost everything was silent. The sails fluttered because of the soft winds of the ocean, the wood creaked and a parrot was saying "wind the sails" on and on. No seaman was on deck, everyone was asleep, dreaming of treasures, beautiful women and bottles of rum. Only one soul was slowly awakening from it's dreamless sleep: it was the little fair boy. Yesterdays freezing body was replaced with a fit and warm one, his clothes were dry, only his hunger stayed as always.

Slowly he made his way up on deck to have a look at the vessel he was on. He silently and slowly walked through the spaces of the ship and noticed that there were empty bottles lying around which were probably filled with rum. 'What kind of seamen are those?' he asked himself disgusted.

There were also bodies lying around but he couldn't make out their features because of the dim light inside. I need to take fresh air he realized and was quickly searching for a way on deck. After minutes of searching he found the hatch he wanted. 'Finally! Air, light...sweet mother of all gods!' he suddenly realized that he wasn't on a ship of the royal navy nor on a fishing boat. The ship had deep black sails and the wood used for the ship also had a strong black tone. Thanks to the stories his father had told him he instantly knew on what ship he was.

"The Black Pearl..." he said out loud silently hoping nobody heard his sudden outburst. But the boy had bad luck.

"Well, well, well...what do we have here? A little lad lost on the Pearl." said a rather raspy but amused voice.

Quickly turning around the boy saw a person he thought he would never meet. In front of him was standing a man, a pirate, with a bottle of rum in his hand.

But it wasn't the bottle that got his attention but rather the long shambolic hair furnished with many ornaments, little mustache, a long goatee knotted in two braids, a red bandana over his forehead and a characteristic tricorne.

The boy didn't have to think twice to know which man was standing before him.

"Captain Jack Sparrow..." the fair boy said awe. He somehow always liked pirates although his father mostly told him that pirates were "the scum of the earth". But he wasn't able to get his mind off them since his father told him the first story. His lifelong wish was to meet the famous captain of the legendary ship.

"Ah finally! Someone recognizes my competence. You are in fact the first ordinary person who calls me captain beside me mates. Oh well what a shame...So! Who am I talking to?" said a relaxed and seemingly light drunken Jack Sparrow. No wonder, the bottle in his hand was almost empty.

"Ah, uhm...I...uh" stuttered the boy.

"Come on lad I ain't got all day! There are hundreds of filthy dogs lying down there and only five bottles of rum left! When they wake up and see that I already drunk three of those bottles this ship is going to be crimson not black anymore!" shouted the captain.

"R-R-R-Ronald St-St-Stoppable! My name is Ronald Stoppable." said a scared Ronald.

"So Master Stoppable, what shall we do with you...you aren't here to burn my rum, are you!" asked a curious Jack.

"N-No sir" Ronald was still scared, not because of Jack Sparrow but because of what might happen to him now.

"Ah, aye. Relieved to hear that. So! I've got two possibilities for you to choose: Either I could throw you in the sea and leave you to your death or I could bring you to Pelegosto. I think the cannibals would be happy to finally have a good dinner, they really don't like roasted dogs. This of course would also include death." Jack stated smirking.

"I-Is there a chance for a t-third p-possibility?" Ronald asked looking almost terrified just imagining the hungry cannibals chasing him down an endless beach.

"Well to pass off your watery grave you could join the crew but I don't think that-"

"I'M IN!" shouted a excited Ronald. His dream meeting the Jack Sparrow was already fulfilled but being a part of his mates was an opportunity he wasn't going to pass. But he didn't think of that of course. He just didn't want to have a meeting with sharks or hungry cannibals.

"Oh...that was surprisingly easy. But still, listen closely lad!" they both moved closer to each other "Being a part of me mates will not be easy. You have to listen to my orders and obey my every command...well that would be all...No wait, two more things: First, only one bottle of rum a week for you and second, if Gibbs challenges you to a drinking contest decline...better only accept the challenges of Jack, savvy?" Sparrow said.

"I-I should accept your challenges?" asked a perplexed Ronald.

"No, no, I mean the monkey, he's also called Jack...So! are you ready to fight with me, fight for me and obey the "code"?"

"I thought they were just guidelines?" said Ronald.

"Ach, come on boy it's just a normal procedure, you don't really have to obey them, nobody does, me included!"

Jack pushed his face right in front of his new mate: "So do you accept?"

"Yes – I mean Aye!" said a determined and relieved Ronald.

"Good" Jack stood up and spread his arms to show him his ship in a theatrical way "Welcome on the Black Pearl!"

Then suddenly Jack took off his tricorne, knelt down and put it on the head of Ronald who just looked at him with glassy eyes.

"A little present..." stated a smiling Jack. "...oh, hi Jack!"

"Huh?" wondered Ronald. He was answered with a additional weight on his head coming from the infamous monkey who bent down to greet the newest crew member.

"T-There's a monkey on my head, THERE'S A MONKEY ON MY HEAD! AAAHHH! GET IT OFF, PLEASE GET IT OFF! GETITOFFGETITOFFGETITOFF! AAAAAAaaaaaAAAAAA!" screamed a terrified Ronald while running around on deck.

"Now that's what I call a warm welcome!" said a very amused Jack but suddenly stood still in his tracks "...Oh no! THE RUM!" and instantly Jack disappeared under deck.

Meanwhile Ronald was still screaming and running around hoping that he would be saved soon.

End of Prologue