Jin: Here it is, another series of confusion, now featuring somebody who you probably would've never guessed

Jin: Here it is, another series of confusion, now featuring somebody who you probably would've never guessed.

A New Man in Town

Jack Sparrow stepped out of the jail with a deep breath of fresh air (for the time anyway) and said, "Ah, it's good to be free again!" Hermione was not as happy as Jack was however and she said very disapprovingly, "Jack, how could you do that to Mrs. Bucket? You used a mother's affection for her child with a stupid shiny piece of paper and you looked happy with yourself! Aren't you ashamed?!" Jack wasn't offended in the slightest and said with a smug grin, "Didn't seem too unimportant to Mrs. Bucket now did it? And I got you out of that hellhole, so you should be thanking me young miss. Or would you have rather waited for years to get out of there, if not hanged? Now if it pleases you all, I've some affairs to attend to." Jack strode off, but he hadn't made it more then ten paces when a loud angry voice roared, "THERE YOU ARE SPARROW!!"

A gang of pirates began rushing out of a tavern and at there lead was a fierce looking man. He was about as tall as Jack was, but he was dressed differently; in blue, he had a wide brimmed hat over his greasy orange hair, and a monkey wearing a filthy wool shirt sat on his shoulder. Jack smiled a bit worriedly and said as though he was talking to an old friend, "Ah, Barbossa! I see you've finally returned to your sense and decided to give me my ship back!" Barbossa smiled back and said in a voice that was by no means friendly, "It's been too long Jack, seeing as how ya got somethin' that belongs tah me." Jack paused before saying, "No I don't! I'm just passing through, enjoying the lovely…Victorian architecture." He tried to side-step Barbossa and when that didn't work, he started to circle him. Barbossa merely mirrored his movements but allowed him to get by. Finally when Jack got around him and turned to face the other pirates, he was facing a lot of flintlock pistols being cocked and pointed at his direction. Even the monkey aimed a miniature flintlock at him. Jack looked around with an attempted grin, but said nervously, and more then a little scared, "Parley…?"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione all watched silently, wondering whether or not they should help the pirate. Ron looked at Hermione, Hermione looked at Harry, and Harry looked back at them. Finally, when nobody seemed to want to speak they all said at the same time, "Let's help him this once."

Elsewhere, Sweeney Todd set his razors into his holsters like how a western gunslinger would holster his weapons, and put on his leather coat. He let out a little annoyed sigh at what happened yesterday. Not only had Mrs. Lovett landed a short kiss on him (although he did find it a little pleasant) but also she had convinced him to actually GO get his hair done! Sweeney Todd had to wonder about this, Edward Scissorhands. He looked quite similar to him, no, to Benjamin Barker. He had that naïve, unassuming, young face, like how Benjamin's was. Sweeney Todd indeed had moments where he wished that he were Benjamin Barker again; if he could only have things back to the way they were before, minus the Judge and his Beadle bitch. "Mr. T, are you ready?" came Mrs. Lovett's voice. Sweeney muttered, "Why did this have to happen to me?" He walked outside and saw Mrs. Lovett with Toby, her assistant at work. Mrs. Lovett looked at his face and could tell he wasn't happy with this, so she said, "It seemed such a shame to leave poor Toby 'ere all by 'imself." The barber merely nodded and they strode off towards the hair salon. As the crossed through the cobblestone street, a coach pulled by two black horses came very fast towards them. Toby was right in front of the horses and when he saw the speed and size of the horse he was rooted to the spot where he stood. The coachman didn't even bother to slow his horses down. Just as the horses were about to trample the boy, Sweeney Todd yanked him back by his shirt, narrowly avoiding a collision. "Idiot boy, look both ways before you cross the street." Sweeney coldly said to Toby. Mrs. Lovett however collected him in her arms to soothe the boy who was unsure whether or not he'd have rather been crushed or saved by Mr. Todd.

Meanwhile, the man in the coach was completely unaware of the events that had just occurred. He was going through a big black bag filled with all sorts of strange-looking objects that would appear to have scientific uses. Finally, he found what he wanted, but it was a circle paper with a cage on one side, and a cardinal on the other. On two sides, holes with strings in them allowed him to twirl the pictures so they would appear as though they were one picture. The coachman was a terrible driver, going over all kinds of bumps and rickety parts of an already horrible road. When it finally stopped, the man was quite unsure whether or not it was because they arrived at his destination, or because he was getting pulled over for some violation of the law. Fortunately for the man, he had indeed arrived at his destination; the police station for the district he was in. He put away his little toy, grabbed his bag, and stepped outside. The man was fairly thin, he had short wavy black hair, and his skin was quite pale from lack of sunlight. He wore all black, including a long black coat that nearly reached the ground, and the only other color was a small white clasp near his throat.

What appeared to be a Judge was waiting for him. He extended his hand and said, "Good afternoon sir, I'm Constable Ichabod Crane from New York. The Judge merely stared at him with a very piercing look, and one of great dislike. The Judge repented however and smiled a bit, "I am Judge Turpin of this district and I'm fortunate that America has decided to help me with this situation of mine." Ichabod noticed the look of dislike but didn't say anything and he said a bit nervously, "Well, this situation does call for a different approach I should say." Suddenly, another constable came running up to Judge Turpin with a shiny thin sheet. The man said, "We were successful in obtaining this my lord and the event should start in a few hours. The only other people with tickets are a young boy named Charlie Bucket and some foreigner by the name of Borat Sagdiyev." He showed him a picture of a strangely dressed man in a gray suit with matching pants, a thick bushy mustache, hair that stood up weirdly, and he was smiling with his thumbs up, as though he had posed for the artist who drew him. The constable continued, "We also think he might be related to a man named Adolfo Pirelli, a local barber who's been missing for some time now. He showed Ichabod the picture of the other man and after a moments pause, he said, "They do somewhat appear similar…" The Judge spoke to him but in a less then friendly tone, "I must attend a certain event that I must not miss good sir, but I hope you do find your stay... worthwhile." With that, he walked away and as he did, he was VERY much reminded of a certain Benjamin Barker.

Jin: Sacha Baron Cohen, the actor who played Adolfo Pirelli is also well known as, Borat! And I simply could not resist the idea of having him as a cameo (or maybe something more depending on your reviews) in this story. And if you're confused, then ask and you shall receive answers.

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