Disclaimer: I do NOT own Pirates of the Caribbean or Halo. They are property of Walt Disney and Bungie/343 respectively. Thank you. ~LE

The Shenanigans of Cap'n Jack Sparrow

Chapter Two

Sierra 117

Jack looked up to see a very tall man in bulky hunter green armor supposedly looking down on him. It was hard to tell, yellow visor and all. He was carrying what was obviously a gun, though it was much sleeker and seemed much easier to handle.

"Who are you?" the man asked in a very rough voice.

"I'm Cap'n Jack Sparrow," Jack replied, standing to his feet and daintily brushing the dirt from his brown pants. When he was satisfied, he looked at the solider before him and gave him the once over. The man was nearly a foot taller than Jack, forcing him to crane his neck if he wanted to look into the visor. "And you are?" he asked, pulling one side of his lips up.

"You can call me Master Chief," he responded. "Where did you come from?"

"What does that mean? Isn't this Earth?"

"Yes, this is Earth. Africa, to be exact," Master Chief replied dully. "That's not what I meant. Men don't just fall from the sky on a normal basis, you know?"

"Yes, because only you, Spartan, can fall from the sky any day," a gravelly voice said from behind the Chief. Jack looked and jumped with a scream, landing with Master Chief between them. An alien, covered in black, stood beside them. Jack furrowed his brow when he realized that the alien had spoken English. What strange things were happening. Where was the rum when he needed it? "What a strange human. Where did he come from?"

"Earth, I guess. Not entirely sure," Chief said, turning away.

"Wait!" Jack shouted before they got too far away. Master Chief turned and looked at him briefly, wondering what he could possibly want. "You're not just going to leave me, are you?"

"Is this tiny human lost?" the alien asked, looking at Chief.

"Not sure, Arbiter," he replied. "Follow, if you must, but know that I'm not responsible if you get hurt." Master Chief sighed, rolling his shoulders and marching down the forest trail. The alien, obviously called Arbiter, followed as well. Jack looked after them for a moment before glancing around the African forest. As he stood to his feet, he heard a sound like a wounded animal, an angry howl, in the distance. Not wanting to chance meeting this wounded animal, he quickened his pace and quickly caught up with Chief and Arbiter.

"What are you guys doing out here? There doesn't seem to be anything of interest in the middle of a jungle," Jack said, constantly glancing around him.

"He has clearly not been keeping up with your war," Arbiter commented.

"We don't advertise it," Chief snapped. "Besides, I've never seen someone dress like that before."

"You've never heard of a pirate?" Jack asked, astonished.

"They were run out of business nearly 600 years ago," Chief said, voice seeming tense.

"Impossible! Pirates are all over the place, nine pirate lords and such," he retorted.

"Just where are you from, anyway?" Chief asked, stopping and turning to face Jack.

"Earth."

"I don't think so. You're on Earth, and I've been to many planets. I have never seen someone like you before." Master Chief's voice made it clear that he didn't actually believe Jack. "Forget it," he sighed, walking forward again. "As soon as we get to Johnson, he can help us figure out how to get this guy back to his planet."

"A wise idea, Spartan," Arbiter said. "Perhaps there is another planet called Earth, only in another galaxy," Arbiter suggested. Master Chief shrugged, readjusting his grip on the gun at the same time.

Jack followed them through the jungle for some time. Strange sounds echoed from the distance. Animalistic sounds mixed with what was obviously gunfire.

"It seems we are nearing the extraction point," Chief commented to no one in particular. They came upon a clearing covered with some sort of stone with buildings lining it. Chief stopped before entering and motioned for Jack to get down and hide. Arbiter had disappeared and Jack wondered where he could have possibly gone to. He opened his mouth to ask but Master Chief held up one finger, telling Jack to be quiet. Upset that he wasn't allowed to speak, he settled for looking into the clearing. Three other types of aliens were standing around, holding a defensive position.

"Your sergeant has been captured," Arbiter said, appearing behind them without a sound. Jack jumped and nearly screamed before Chief turned to look at him. Jack didn't need to see his eyes to know that he was glaring.

"They've got Johnson, have they?" Chief said as he released his gaze on Jack. Arbiter inclined his head, pulling out a glowing blue sword. Jack locked his eyes on it; it was shiny and pretty. He wanted it. He pulled out his own sword and looked it over. It was many years old and had seen many battles, which clearly showed in the marks along its edge. Jack frowned, devising a plan in the back of his head. Neither Arbiter nor Chief noticed the glint of desire in Jack's eye.

"Indeed, there are many Brutes, Grunts and Jackals down there as well."

"No problem," Chief said with a bit of humor in his voice. "Alright, Arbiter. You and I will go down there and wipe them out. You," he stressed, looking at Jack. Jack snapped back his hand. He had been slowly reaching for Arbiter's sword. "Stay here," he commanded. Jack pouted as he watched Chief stand to his feet.

"Are you going to make me?" he hissed to their retreating backs. "Damn whatever he is," Jack grumbled, struggling for a term to describe them. He sat there for a few moments, staring into the clearing, before he realized that just because Chief was bigger, and scarier, than him that it didn't mean that he had to listen to him. Jack smirked as he wandered down the hill. He paused briefly when he saw a small-ish creature with a triangular tank on his back and mask over his face.

"Kill the demon!" the creature hollered in a high-pitched voice causing Jack to laugh. The alien creature stopped, lowering his gun as he stared, bewildered, at Jack. "You big bully!" he cried in outrage. Jack laughed harder. It was as tall as a child and just about as threatening. Jack clutched his stomach and curled on the ground as he laughed. He managed to pull it together long enough to see Arbiter run his sword through the creature's body, killing it.

"What was that for?" Jack cried, standing to his feet. "He was funny!"

"And he would have killed you without a second thought, had you provided him the right opportunity," Arbiter chided. "You were told to stay behind for a reason."

"You guys can't control me!" Jack shouted as Arbiter began to walk away. As Jack's comment, he stopped, turning back towards the strange human. Jack watched as he bent over to grab the gun from the alien's limp hand.

"If you choose to be so brash, at least come into combat with a decent weapon," he said, eyeing Jack's sheathed sword as he thrust the gun at him. Jack took it and looked it over. It was very similar to his own pistol, which he had left in Tia's shack. The only thing different was that the barrel was shaped a little differently. "There should be plenty of ammo," Arbiter said, raising his sword as he walked back into battle. Jack scowled as he contemplated what to do. Another alien creature, this one rather lean and birdlike, squawked when he noticed Jack. Jack let out an "Ahh!" while he raised his gun and stopped the creature from killing him. Jack chuckled slightly at what this gun could do. It was much more powerful than his pistol.

"Ha! Take that!" he laughed.

"What is that idiot up too?" Chief muttered to himself.

"Trying to be brave like you, Spartan," Arbiter replied with a small chuckle.

"Yes, well, he's going to get himself killed," the Spartan muttered, raising the crosshairs of his gun to the head of an alien.

Jack followed behind Chief and Arbiter, gun raised in shaking hands. He didn't come across a single alien as he approached the other two, who had stopped at a building and were attempting to open the door.

"Who is this?" a dark-skinned man asked, dressed in armor similar to Master Chief. "Chief, I see you picked up a straggler."

"Actually, he found us," Chief replied with a slight growl. "Speaking of which, do you think you can help us figure out where he came from?

"What do you mean? Ain't he a native?" he asked.

"Don't think so, Johnson. He claims that he's from Earth but he's obviously confused." Jack looked between Chief and the man, whose name must be Johnson, intrigued at their conversation.

"Name's Sgt. Avery Johnson," he said, turning to face Jack. "Where are you from, son?" he asked, lighting a cigar and taking a long drag on it.

"Earth, how many times do I have to tell you people?" Jack said with disbelief. Johnson looked to Chief as he blew out a large puff of smoke.

"That's what he told me, and I told him that I had never seen someone like him before," Chief commented. Johnson looked to Jack for acknowledgement of this claim. He nodded, opening his mouth to speak.

"Maybe he's from another galaxy where they have a planet called Earth as well," Johnson concluded.

"That was my thought as well," Arbiter stated.

"Well, we don't have time right now. He'll just have to tag along until we can get to a proper evac," Johnson stated. "What's your name anyway?"

"Cap'n Jack Sparrow," he replied at once.

"Well, come along, Captain. We've got a war to fight," Johnson chuckled. He looked at the tiny pistol Arbiter had given him. He glanced around while Jack spoke.

"What kind of business are you guys in?"

"Marines, a division of soldiers," Johnson replied. He spotted a fallen Marine, grabbed the assault rifle and handed it to Jack. "You're going to need a better weapon than that. I'll admit that it's good, just doesn't hold many rounds. Well, don't get rid of it! Hang on to it, you might need it!" Johnson said, watching Jack nearly drop the gun on the ground. Jack stared at the gun before finding a way to holster it on his waist.

"Where are the Pelicans, Sarge?"

"This way, Marines!" Johnson nearly shouted, indicating that they should follow him. Jack took the back of the group, nervously looking around them as they made their way through the forest.

So, I'm just going to be upfront about this. I have a feeling that the personalities of all the characters are going to morph. I'm anticipating them acting like the OCs in my original story: they make up their own personalty. Also, don't expect "a chapter a week" to last. I tend to be a very slow writer. However, it's usually worth it in the end. Sorry if some of things in the chapter were reiterated. So, please R&R. I really want to know how I'm doing.

~LE