I kind of abandoned this story shortly after starting it due to not much interest in it. But, I had been excited to work on it when I first published it, so I'm going to pick it up again.

Pleasure Island. A small island in the middle of nowhere and not on any map. It only consists of a now abandoned and run-down amusement park. Not much is known about the history of Pleasure Island except that it was built many years ago by a man known only as the Coachman and that hundreds of boys had disappeared from this island. It's a place that gives even the fiercest of pirates the creeps. The amusement park is surrounded by tall, dark rocks and it can't be seen from the water. The only opening among the rocks resembles a cave. There's only one way in and out of the cave. The waterway is only wide enough for one ship until you reach the very back of the cave; there it opens up wide enough for a ship to turn around so it can head back out.

Halfway into the cave there is a drawbridge and a pair of large wooden doors, like from a castle. This is the entrance to Pleasure Island. Sinbad carefully navigated the Desert Rose up to the drawbridge. One of the sailors, Flynn Rider, jumped onto the bridge and tied off the ship on a pointed rock jutting up from the water. Pleasure Island was where the Desert Rose made berth. This was definitely not by Jasmine's choice.

When they were children, Sinbad was unruly and caused trouble at every chance. At night their father would tell them a story about Pleasure Island. In the story he told, the Coachman would gather naughty young boys and take them to the amusement park where they could do whatever they wanted: including drinking beer and smoking. This intrigued and excited Sinbad.

"But," their father warned, "the boys who misbehaved turned into donkeys and were sold to the salt mines and circus. Never to be seen again."

The story scared Jasmine straight, but Sinbad felt the need to find Pleasure Island. Which he did about a year or so after their father's death. He then decided it would be their port. The familiar uneasy feeling pitted in the bottom of Jasmine's stomach as she walked down the gangplank. As a child, she believed the story her father told; it was too horrific for someone to make up. Jasmine nervously ran her fingers over the handle of her sword.

"Are you really still afraid of this place?" Sinbad mocked, coming up beside her. "We've been coming here for nine years and nothing has ever happened."

Jasmine ignored her brother as they walked down the stone walkway into the park. To the left was a rollercoaster, a carousel with various holes in the hollow horses and a Ferris wheel with broken cars that was tilted over and leaning against the rollercoaster. Straight ahead there was an arch over the walkway with a large clown face on it. The clown was easily the most frightening thing Jasmine had ever seen. As they walked under the archway, they stepped over a deflated balloon of a police officer, covered in cigarette butts and burn holes from the crew.

Just beyond that was a large statue of a man holding a spiked club. His jaw was unhinged and a cigar dangled from his mouth. Between his legs was the opening to a tent. Once upon a time the tent had been filled with boxes of cigars, but the crew had sold those a long time ago.

Jasmine relaxed a little once she saw the house. There was a sign outside the house that read: Model Home: Open for Destruction

All of the windows on the house were smashed, including the beautiful stained glass window on the second story; but the rest of the exterior was intact. When they first found the house, there was nothing inside but broken furniture and vandalized art. But, over the years the crew brought in new furniture and beds for everyone. This house that had been built solely to be destroyed by delinquent boys was now the crew's home.

The rest of the crew scattered among the park, but Jasmine went inside the house and went straight upstairs to her room. She closed the door behind her then walked across the small room to the balcony. There was no door that led out to the balcony; perhaps there had been one, but now there was nothing more than a hole covered by sheer, gold curtains. From the balcony she could see the Eight Ball-shaped saloon. That was John Smith's favorite place.

Jasmine closed the curtains and collapsed on her bed. Her bed wasn't very big; it could really only fit one person comfortably. The mattress was relatively new when she got it and despite the various small holes, the blanket was warm. Sinbad had built canopy posts on the bed and a dark green curtain was draped from the posts.

Jasmine was just beginning to fully relax when suddenly a dagger flew threw her window and got stuck in her bed post. She jolted to her feet and pulled it out. The dagger was all black, including the blade, and Jasmine knew instantly it belonged to Cale Tucker. She walked over to her balcony. She spotted Cale standing on top of the Eight Ball Saloon.

"Tucker!" Jasmine shouted. "What the hell?"

Tucker pointed to the roof of the house. Jasmine leaned backwards against the balcony railing to look up at the roof. On top of the roof was a spinning target used for the knife toss in a carnival. Strapped to the target was the poor cabin boy, Thomas. Gaston stood beside the target with a beer in one hand; with his other hand he spun the target. Jasmine glared at them. She climbed onto the railing of her balcony, then jumped onto the roof, landing in a crouched position in front of Gaston. She stood up and held Cale's dagger out in front of her.

"Let him go," she demanded.

Gaston laughed. "I don't take orders from a woman. I don't care who your brother is." Gaston was a handsome man with black hair, blue eyes and muscles that made everyone woman weak in the knees. But there were times when he could be so conceited, rude and womanizing that it made Jasmine want to castrate him.

"I guess the story's true," Jasmine said, coolly. "Boys really do become asses on Pleasure Island."

Gaston cocked an eyebrow at her. "I'm all man, babe. If you'd like, I can prove it to you later. Then you can fully experience the name of this island." He winked at her before chugging his beer.

Jasmine rolled her eyes. "Never going to happen, Gaston."

Gaston shrugged. "Your loss."

Jasmine motioned at Thomas with the dagger. "Let him go."

"Fine," Gaston grumbled. He brought the target to an abrupt halt, then undid the straps on Thomas' wrists and ankles. Thomas jumped down and lowered his eyes as he walked away.

Jasmine crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Gaston. "When are you guys going to leave the cabin boy alone?"

Thomas was cute with his red hair and English accent. He was lean and fit, but still kind of weak; which made him an easy target for the crew. Especially since Thomas was more gentle and shy and less rebellious and loud like the rest of the guys.

"Come on, Jasmine; everyone knows he doesn't belong here."

Jasmine slowly nodded as she started twirling the dagger. "Tell ya what: we'll get rid of him if you take over his duties of cleaning the ship and serving the rest of us our food."

Gaston wrinkled his nose; which was really the only imperfection on his face. He broke his nose in a fight some time ago and when it healed it left a slight pointed bump on the bridge of his nose. "No way," he finally said.

"Then leave him alone."

"Jasmine!" Sinbad called out.

She peered over the roof and saw him standing on her balcony. "What?"

"I wanna talk to you. Get down here."

Jasmine turned back to Gaston and held out the dagger. "Give this back to Cale," she told him before dropping back down onto her balcony.

Sinbad gently seized her by the arm. "Come to the dock with me."

Jasmine groaned. "Don't make me go to the dock. It's so eerie."

Sinbad smirked at her as he led her out of her room. "What would Go Go say to you right now?"

Jasmine sighed. "Woman up."

Go Go Tomago was the only other woman on the ship and Jasmine's best friend. She was feisty, sarcastic and the fastest person Jasmine had ever met. She was shorter than Jasmine with black hair that had a purple streak through the front of it. Her catch phrase was, "Woman up!"

"Exactly. Stop being so afraid of ghosts," Sinbad said.

"I'm not afraid of all ghosts, Sinbad. Just these. The ghosts of boys who were turned into donkeys and sent to salt mines."

"Would you relax? There are no ghosts on this island." Sinbad glanced back at her over his shoulder. "But if it'll ease your superstitions, maybe you should throw some salt over your shoulder."

"Not funny, Sinbad," Jasmine mumbled.

On the other side of the island, just beyond the park, was a wide canal that flowed into the turnaround area at the back of the entrance cave. An abandoned ship was tied to the dock. Empty wooden crates were stacked all over the dock and on the ship's deck. A chill crept over Jasmine's spine and dread filled her stomach. She knew these were the crates used to transport the donkeys, well boys, to the salt mines and the circus.

The dock was Sinbad's favorite spot on the island. Like Jasmine, the rest of the crew didn't like this part of the island and never came back here; so Sinbad could come here to be alone.

Sinbad started to undress and Jasmine turned away from him. While on the island, the guys on the crew usually bathed in the water near where the Desert Rose was tied off. Jasmine and Go Go preferred bathing in the back of the cave where it was dark and the guys couldn't see them from the ship or anywhere else on the island. But Sinbad bathed in the canal.

When Jasmine heard the splash of Sinbad jumping into the water, she turned around. "What did you want to talk to me about?" she asked him.

Sinbad grabbed the bar of soap he left sitting on the edge of the dock. "I just had an interesting talk with our good friend, Miguel."

Jasmine nervously eyes a crate next to her. A moldy sheet of paper was attached to it. To her, the faded letters on the paper seemed to spell out salt mines. She took a step away from the crate. "Oh yeah?" She looked at Sinbad. "And what did Miguel have to say?"

Miguel and his best friend, Tulio, joined the crew about a year ago. They were originally from Spain and were the best con men on the seven seas.

"He said he saw Smith leaving your quarters last night."

"It's not true." Though, Jasmine wished it was.

"It's not," Sinbad repeated.

"Of course not. John is smart enough to not pull that on you."

Sinbad nodded. "Which means Miguel is either trying to tarnish my little sister's name or he wants me to turn on my first mate." He frowned. "The lying bastard. I'll cut out his tongue."

"There's no reason to lash out irrationally, Sinbad. It's not a big deal."

"Captain Sinbad?"

Startled by the sudden voice, Jasmine pulled out her sword and spun around. About a dozen men in royal Navy uniforms were walking onto the deck. They appeared to be unarmed. How did they get passed the rest of the crew? Jasmine wondered. Drunken idiots.

Sinbad seemed unfazed by the men. He pulled himself out of the water and stood naked before them. "Can I help you, gentlemen?" he asked, making no attempt to get dressed or cover himself up.

"Are you Sinbad, captain of the Desert Rose?"

"I am."

"Sultan Cassim of Agrabah requests an audience with Captain Sinbad and his sister, Jasmine," the Navy captain informed them.

"Agrabah," Jasmine repeated. "We've never heard of Agrabah or its sultan. Why would we go see him?"

"The sultan has certainly heard of you and your crew and insists it's urgent that he speak with both of you immediately. You must come with us."

Sinbad shook his head. "I don't think so. This is a trap. He's just going to arrest us when we arrive."

"I assure you, Captain: if he wanted you arrested, we would have done so already. In fact, he has prompted to pay you- and your crew- upon arrival."

Jasmine glanced over at her brother. He tapped his chin in thought, then finally he said, "Very well. But we will be taking our own ship and if we are met with any resistance whatsoever, we will kill every man, woman and child we see and we will burn Agrabah to the ground."

The other Navy sailors shifted uneasily, but their captain remained still and expressionless. He seemed almost bored. "Understood."

The men turned on their heels and made their way back across the island. Sinbad chuckled to himself as he finally put his clothes back on.

"Was it really necessary for you to stand there naked the whole time?" Jasmine demanded.

Sinbad left his shirt off and ran his hand through his wet hair. "Oh, come on, sis; I'm sure some of them enjoyed it."

Jasmine shook her head and stuck her sword back in its sheath. "You have no class."

"But, you love me anyway."

"Only because I have to."