Jack Sparrow and Alice Rendezvous in New Orleans Square and Get Some Drinks
It was a quiet night in Disneyland. The tourists with their cameras taking flash pictures on the Haunted Mansion had been arrested, the annual passholders finally got their lazy butts of the benches they sat on every single day, and the only thing that remained was the occasional (yet highly unnecessary) tumbleweed that rolled through Main Street, USA.
Or was it?
In New Orleans Square, a pirate leaned against a brick wall. Now, the brick wall wasn't very fond of this, being leaned against and all, but considering who it was, he didn't particularly mind.
It was none other than Captain Jack Sparrow.
He was waiting for someone. And as he waited, he absentmindedly thunked his blinged-out hand against the wall.
But our story isn't about a wall.
Or is it?
Suddenly, Jack heard a voice.
"Hello Jack! Sorry I'm late."
Jack looked up to see who he was waiting for: Alice.
"Ello love," Jack said, leaving the brick wall. The brick wall sighed.
"I've reserved us a table for two at The Blue Bayou," Jack said, giving his trademark grin that got Johnny Depp a hundred million dollars.
"Oh, how marvelous!" Alice said, clasping her hands together, "I've always wanted to eat there."
"Yes, it's always so expensive," Jack said as they headed to the restaurant.
They then enjoyed a romantic dinner together in the calm candlelight, watching empty boats go by and listening to the man play his banjo over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over until Jack got fed up, threw the man into the river, and put Tia Dalma in his place, which pleased everyone because the movies are SO much better than the original ride which they were based off because the Disney Company is running low on ideas.
"Anyways, where were we?" Jack asked, returning to the table.
"Well Jack," Alice said, touching his hand gingerly on the table. Jack's heartrate picked up.
"I…don't think this can work anymore. We're from two different worlds."
"No! It has to! We're perfect for each other!" Jack said, tears forming in his eyes.
"I know. But I'm from Fantasyland, and you're from New Orleans Square…it can't work. I still love you…remember that," Alice said, standing and walking away, leaving a dumbstruck Jack sitting at the table.
Suddenly he noticed the open bar across the way.
"Ooo…rum," he mused, walking girlishly over to the bar.