The Night of the Living Dead

"I told him over and over...the bloody compass doesn't point north!"

From outside the Captain's Quarters, a faint knock was heard on the door.

"Who is it?"

"Charlie"

"Come in! Edward...get out! You can't hide from Mr. Rainey forever! Your a pirate now!"

The door slowly opened. A man looked up from reading a chart and smiled. Charlie walked in and spotted Edward, who was crouching by the window, checking to see if the coast was clear of Mort.

The room at first glance, was very messy. However, it had a very relaxed feel about it. Purple velvet curtains(the only colour in the entire ship that reminded Charlie of Wonka's old ways) covered the stained glass windows. Not much light came in, due to the fact that the place was lit only by five candles, most of them sitting dangerously close to things that were flammable. Not like anyone would bother to move them. The furniture was all made of wood and badly damaged by the elements. There were locked chests surrounding the room, most of which only Willy had the key to, and lots of stolen treasure, that were scattered everywhere.

"Can I tell you a secret?" Charlie asked timidly to the man.

"I already know what you did to spare Jack" the man replied, going back to looking at the charts.

Edward's ears perked up.He jumped up and went to stand next to Charlie.

"Edward, you won't tell Mr. Wonka about this...will you?" Charlie said, in a worried tone.

The man(forgetting that his hands were blades) ran a finger across his lips. They quickly started to bleed. Edward moaned and turned to the man reading the charts.

"Help me, Ichabod! Please?" Edward pleaded.

Ichabod sighed. First the navigator, and now the doctor? He often wondered when he was going to be able to return to his own world of being a detective in Sleepy Hollow. Two years ago he had been uncovering the mystery of the Headless Horseman, and the next thing he knew, there were two people from the future standing right next to him. Being a bit of a coward, he followed by Wonka's rules and was now stuck in the world of pirates! Although the attire he wore hadn't changed, since he kept away from the whole piracy thing. Same black coat, same pale face, same crazy black hair.

" I think I can help" Ichabod said, pulling out the bag, that was always with him. Inside were a number of strange instruments and test tubes filled with different coloured liquids. Finally, he pulled out a bottle filled with purple mush. It had a very disgusting smell, as was discovered when the bottle was uncorked.

"This is all I have left...this stuff can cure any wound!" Ichabod said, putting the last of the putty in his hand.

"Now hold still...it can sting a bit"

Edward sucked in his breath, after the medicine was applied.After a bit of time passed, the man ran outside onto the deck of the ship. Ichabod smiled and went back to looking at Charlie.

"Something else you wanted to tell me?" Ichabod asked.

Charlie sighed and slumped into a wooden chair next to the former detective.

"It's about Mr.Wonka. Nowadays, things are really starting to sink in that maybe his old ways will never return. I miss being able to try all the different stuff he makes! I miss laughing at the strange things he does! I miss seeing him in the funny haircut!"

"You just plain miss him, don't you?"

Charlie nodded.

"Did you ever think of talking to him? That can help solve many issues." Ichabod said.

Charlie thought about it. He hadn't talked to Willy in such a long time. Ever since the man had become a pirate, things were not the same anymore. These days he was more interested in talking to Mort about how to kill other pirates and stealing treasure.

"Maybe I will talk to Willy" Charlie said, getting up and heading for the door.

"Oh, and Mr. Crane?"

"Yes?"

"Don't tell Willy that I helped Jack Sparrow to escape and that the body bag is really filled with manure. I don't think I would hear the end of it"

"I am curious as to why you helped that man" Ichabod answered.

Charlie smiled and went out to the deck.