Chapter 1: The locker

All was cold. Norrington opened his eyes to see a world tipped on it's side.

What happened to me? He thought as he pulled himself up. He looked around but he could see nothing but white sand. Where in the world am I?

"Well then, finally woke up did'ja, thought you was a goner." Norrington would know that voice anywhere. He spun around and sitting on a barrel, with Norrington's sword in hand and jacket on, was none other than Jack Sparrow.

"Oh God it's you..." Said Norrington.

"Well who'd you expect to see mate, Saint Peter?"

"Perhaps it would be better to be dead than to be with you."

"And who says we're not dead? This doesn't look like any place I've ever seen on God's green Earth, and I have seen most of it by the way."

"Because if I was dead and this was heaven I wouldn't have to put up with the likes of you."

"Who says you'd be in Heaven... with all the sins you've committed... against me," with that Jack's face morphed into Elizabeth, "and me, or did you already forget that." and just as quickly as it had morphed, it transformed back to what it had been originally.

"Elizabeth... The Empress... did she escape?"

"Well how should I know? Do I look like some sort of clairvoyant, mate? Do you see any crystal balls, and other trinkety's? No, I'm just the sum of all your fears..." Then the sky turned dark, clouds rolled in, Norrington looked about, he was in Port Royal, on the day of Will and Elizabeth's marriage, the day Beckett had taken them prisoner, he saw a line of blood trickling down from where they had found Elizabeth.

"Oh God no... Elizabeth!" he sprinted for the courtyard. He arrived, and threw open the doors only to see Elizabeth back on, Will lay dead at her feet. He ran toward her "Elizabeth!" suddenly a sword jutted out of her back, Norrington stopped in shock.

A face peered out from behind her, but it was hidden in darkness.

"Who are you!?" Norrington demanded

"Don't you already know... I doomed Elizabeth to a life of pain and suffering", with that the darkness on the face retreated, and Norrington was staring at himself. He drew his sword, and charged at the mirror image, but suddenly he was in the desert again.

"Put me back there he killed her!" Norrington screamed

"Now now, we don't listen well do we mate, that was just one of your greatest fears." said Jack

"But it was so real..."

"About as real as this!"

Suddenly Norrington felt cold steel running through his back, he looked down and saw a sword emerging from his chest, with a last effort he spun around with his sword still in hand, and tried to decapitate Jack, but he disappeared in a cloud of smoke as soon as the sword touched him, and the sword through Norrington did the same. Norrington looked down expecting to find his death wound, but instead saw nothing.

"Haven't you figured it out yet," whispered a voice in his year, he jumped up and spun around, startled, " nothing here is real."

"So you...?"

"I'm currently sailing into shipwreck cove, where I plan on coaxing the pirate lords to run away, so I can take the thump-thump, poke the thing through with me cutlass, and control the Dutchman therefore making myself immortal, and therefore ruining all of your efforts."

"Right... so why are you here?"

"Well this place is where old squirmy-beard up there, sends those he don't like, thing is, the thing they hate the most is what haunts them down here. Strange that you and I were haunted by the same thing."

"And that would be?"

"Why, me of course."

"You?"

"Yes, but we won't get into that for now. For now you're stuck here."

"But Sparr-" Norrington turned around to see he was on the deck of the pearl with a crew of pirates running about.

"You'd best get used to this mate." Said jack before wheeling on spot and starting for the captain's quarters.

"Sparrow! Get back here at once!" Norrington demanded.

"Captain... Jack Sparrow. We're on my ship, which means you'd better start making your way by swabbing the deck" Jack said in a proud tone.

"With what?"

"I don't know, your hair, and spit for all I care, I've got a bottle waiting for me in the cabin." and with that he shut the door.

Norrington stood looking at the cabin in disbelief.

"Well, are ya goin' ta stand there slack jawed and gawkin' all day, or are ya goin ta help me win back the cap'n's appreciation?"

Norrington turned round to see a face unfamiliar to him, a man about his height, or a little taller, wearing a large hat with numerous holes, and a giant feather sticking out. His face was grimy, and had the lines of a man who had experienced much. He had a scraggly beard, and wore filthy clothing. He was on his hands and knees and was scrubbing the deck with water, blacker than the black oak the ship was comprised of.

"Well if yer not starin' at the door yer starin' at me, Barbossa's me name, and if ya want to survive here fer long you'd best be helpin' me."

Barbossa tossed Norrington a rag. Norrington looked round and thought whatever I do, I've gotta find a way out of this place.