A/N: Of course, this came to me as a spur of the moment thing, but I really liked this idea and have made a lot of advancement for a few days, so...

This was mainly inspired off of the multiple Pirates of the Caribbean and Kingdom Hearts mashed up trailers that I saw on YouTube- and some of them are really good. Go ahead- you'll see why I was inspired to do this Fic, haha.

Personally, I just really can't wait to do the third one. A lot of people say the third was bad and was way over the top, but personally, I really liked the third one- definitely my favorite. It might be because of Will and Elizabeth's EPIK wedding scene, but hey, it was really good. And it had awesome special effects!

So, disclaimer, I don't own Kingdom Hearts or Pirates of the Caribbean. I want to own Kingdom Hearts, but not PotC- I would have made that an epic fail. :P

Pirates of Kingdom Hearts: The Curse of the Black Pearl

Prologue

Medallion

It was peculiar, how the ocean looked stormy, yet was calm at the same time.

Fog swirled densely over the blue-black ocean, so thick that hardly anyone could see more than a few feet of the ocean. But people were able to hear the waves crashing down peacefully against the body of the HSM Dauntless. And to twelve-year-old Xion Swann, the music was pleasing to her ears.

Xion closed her round, deep blue eyes softly. "Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me," she sang quietly, the breath of her words pressing outside and evolving into fog. "We exort, we pilfer, we filch and sack. Drink up-"

A callused hand rested sharply on her shoulder, shocking Xion's eyes opens. She swung abruptly to meet the man, her black ringlets flopping for a moment.

To her relief, it was only Riku Gibbs. But the discovery didn't waver the abnormal size of her eyes.

"Quiet, Missy!" Riku hissed, his aquamarine irises piercing Xion without mercy. "Cursed pirates sail these waters. You don't want to bring them down on us, do you?"

"Mr. Gibbs, that will do!" called a voice that rung with power and authority.

A slender but short, uniformed man in his twenties strode into the scene, saber at his hip swinging in agreement. Xion easily matched the dyed grey-blue hair which cloaked his right eye with the name Lieutenant Zexion Norrington.

"She was singing about pirates," Riku snapped in his defense. "Bad luck to be singing about pirates mired in this unnatural fog, mark my words."

"Consider them marked," said Zexion flatly. "On your way."

"Aye, Lieutenant," Riku bowed his head briefly, his overlong silver hair following his action. Then he added slyly as he walked off, "It's bad luck to have a woman on board too, even in miniature."

Xion's insides angrily bubbled in protest in response to Riku's statement, watching him nonchalantly taking a swig of a drink while returning to his duties.

Xion found herself blurting suddenly to Zexion, "I think it'd be rather interesting to meet a pirate."

Zexion was appaled by Xion's opinion and made haste to correct it. "Think again, Miss Swann," he corrected. "Vile and dissolute creatures, the lot of them. I intend to see it that any man who sails under a pirate flag or wears a pirate brand gets what he deserves- a short drop and a sudden stop."

Xion frowned in thought at Zexion's last bit. She stole a glance at Riku, who mimicked a hanging action for her.

Xion grimaced uneasily at the thought of hanging. She hoped she never had to see it.

The sound of clicking heels allowed them the knowledge that someone else would be joining them shortly.

The next voice provided Xion some comfort. "Lieutenant Norrington," Governor Ansem Swann, Xion's father, reprimanded. He was dressed up in a red, formal silk coat. His mustache and goatee added to his overlong, slick white-blond hair, highlighting his orange eyes.

"I appreciate your fervor," Ansem continued, "but I am concerned about the effect this will have on my daughter." He thought about the look on Xion's face when she had witnessed Riku's performance.

"My apologies, Governor," Zexion humbly apologized.

Them caring for her well-being was most certainly sweet, but Xion still didn't necessarily like the fact that they were talking about her as if she were a delicate jewel.

"Actually, I find it all fascinating," she pointed out rather unhappily with a smile.

"And that's what concerns me," Governor Swann chastised, queuing her smile to cease. "Xion, dear, we will be arriving at Destiny Islands very soon, and beginning our new lives. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we comport ourselves as benefits our class and station?"

Xion had no idea what he just said, but resolved to act like she did. "Yes, father."

Diappointed, she turned back to the ship railing and continued to stare at the endless expanse of the foggy sea, pondering what Riku, Zexion and her father had all said.

"I still think it would be exciting to meet a pirate," Xion murmured hopefully.

Xion didn't know how long after that she spent looking out to the sea. But eventually a small, almost undiscernable shape loomed into view. She squinted in hopes to see what it was-

Or rather, whom it was. Now Xion could see a boy, floating aimlessly on the water.

Her eyes widened in alarm, her mind spurring her on as she cried to the crew, "Look! A boy! In the water!"

To her relief, Zexion and Governor Swann rushed up to her side.

"Man overboard!" Zexion shouted. "Fetch a hook! Haul him out of there!"

The men were quick to do as their Lieutenant had told. More bustle spring onto the deck as the men scurried past each other and fumbling for useful items. At last, a boathook plinked into the water, near the boy. The hook snagged onto the boys' clothing as he passed it, and the crew began to reel him in.

A wave of ease comforted Xion after she witnessed Governor Swann and the Lieutenant haul the boy on board. The crew surrounded him, and somehow Xion was able to squeeze in between them to get a somewhat better look.

That's when Xion noticed that, despite being absolutely drenched in water, he looked paler than usual.

Apparently she wasn't the only one to notice this, and the matter was quickly resolved.

"He's still breathing," Zexion announced. This allowed for Xion's muscles to unravel from their formerly tight embrace.

"Where did he come from?" mused Governor Swann, fascinated.

Riku seemed to be the only soul on the ship who wasn't investigating the boy. Instead, he looked absolutely fixuated on the sea. Then his eyes grew suddenly and swore.

His swear bought the attention of the rest of the crew, who turned their attention to the sight.

Xion gasped quietly, hands tightening on the rail, and the real life picture of destruction sent uneasy tingles crawling on every spare millimeter of her body.

It was a merchant ship, a burning merchant ship. It's hull was split cleanly in two, gradually sinking into the tendrils of the merciless ocean. The fire danced around it, almost like an outline. Much to Xion's horror, skulls, bones, body parts and some whole bodies strategically decorated the ocean's surface.

No one said anything as the HSM Dauntless sailed descreetly past the gruesome scene- no one even dared to move a muscle. Some, such as Xion, hung their heads down in remorse for the dead men.

Finally, Ansem dared to speak. "What happened here?" he wondered quietly, voicing Xion's exact thoughts.

"An explosion in the powder magazine," Norrington guessed. "Merchant vessels run heavily armed."

"Lot of good it did them..." Riku muttered to himself. When Governor Swann threw him a sharp look, Riku defended, "Everyone's thinking it! I'm just saying it! Pirates!"

The last word made way for reality to sting cruelly into Xion, who bitterly realized that Riku's theory was more likely than Zexion's. After all, what decent crew would leave the powder magazine unattended?

"There is no proof of that," Governor Swann calmly reasoned, almost as if he were trying to convince himself. "It could have been an accident." Then he turned to Zexion. "If there is the slightest chance that one of these poor men is still alive, we cannot abandon them!"

"Of course not, Governor," Zexion said, turning his attention back to the crew and began to order them in a much louder and authoritative voice. "Rouse the Captain immediately! Heave to and take in sail! Launch the boats!"

"Heave to!" shouted a sailor.

Xion was confused on what to do amidst the bustle.

Governor Swann also noticed Xion's dialemma. He lightly guided her away from the railing and directed her to the boy.

"Xion, I want you to accompany the boy," Swann told her. "He'll be in your charge. Take good care of him."

Xion nodded, glad to have something to do. Her father curtly walked away and to the scene.

Upon her father's request, Xion knelt down, hitching her silk skirt somewhat, and observed the boy.

He didn't look much older than her, to begin with. His tall, abnormally spiked, golden blond hair looked like it were windswept and had a flaky texture to it. Thin, spread-out bangs covered most of his forehead. His heart-shaped face and defined features accented the hair nicely. The boy was overall still soaking wet, small drops of water breaking apart from it's mass and soaking into the wood of the deck. Wearing brown breeches, a vest over a long-sleeved white shirt and bare feet caked in grime, he didn't look like he came from a high social status.

Xion continued stare at him in confusing marvel. Who was he? What had happened to him? Did he come from the burning ship?

The boys' eyes suddenly exploded open, and, on impulse, shot up and yanked her wrist. Xion squirmed, her nerves racing in shock and fear and heart hammering against her chest. She was just about to get to her feet when she stopped and looked into his eyes.

They were a startingly bright blue, one that strangely pacified her. She relaxed, soon calming down. Yet she wondered... Why were they easing her?

Xion quickly found the answer. It was because they matched hers exactly.

Xion smiled friendlily. "It's okay," she soothed in a gentle voice. "My name's Xion Swann."

Slowly the boys' fingers unraveled from her wrist. "R-R-Roxas Turner," he stammered.

Roxas, she repeated to herself. He had a nice name.

"I'm watching over you, Roxas," Xion said helpfully.

Roxas just gazed at her for a few longing moments before ultimately fainting again.

Unknownst to Roxas, his movement had shifted his shirt somewhat, enabling Xion to see a golden chain looped around his neck.

Curious, Xion reached out and gently unraveled the necklace from Roxas. She would give it back to him- she just wanted to see it.

Xion squinted somewhat- resting on the gold chain was a flat, blank gold surface.

She was amazed- this was pure, undaunted gold. How was he able to afford something like this?

And if it was crafted from gold, there had to be something other than just a plain surface.

Xion turned it around-

It was a skull, smiling and teeth straight, hollow eyes gazing upon her. The skull was centered and surrounded by an intricate design that screamed that its creator was Aztec.

Still, the neckpiece being Aztec or no, Xion knew this could only mean one thing.

"You're a pirate," Xion whispered as if Roxas were still conscious.

She quickly turned to look at the crew, and could now see Zexion crossing over to her. Then she looked back to Roxas. Not much older than her, a fascinating boy, the same eyes...

Images flashed in her mind. The crew finding the medallion before her and proclaiming him a pirate. Roxas, alone in a damp cell. Roxas, barely able to take steps forward towards the gallows...

Then Xion thought about another future. Roxas, being safely provided for. Roxas, being offered a place to stay once they landed on Destiny Islands. Roxas, growing up to be a strong man, and maybe even...

She automatically barred her thoughts from trailing any further- she was too young for that kind of thing.

Still, she had to protect him...

"Has he said anything?" Zexion questioned.

Xion quickly stood up, hiding the necklace behind her back. "His name's Roxas Turner," she said. "That's all I found out."

"Very good," Zexion praised before pointing to a few grubby sailors. "Take him below."

Xion watched silently as they lifted Roxas up and headed off to put him somewhere safe, watching them until they faded out of sight.

Alone again and sure that no one was watching, Xion carefully unveiled the medallion once more, staring at her newfound treasure in awe.

A blow of wind clamped Xion's ringlets to her face. She looked up, at first mindful to stop her hair from whipping across her skin, but stopped when something caught her attention.

It was another ship, slowly and silently edging through the fog. Normally Xion wouldn't mind the sight, but this time she did.

The ship had sails as black as midnight.

The lower lip of Xion's mouth hung open, too frightened yet awed to move. Wa-was anyone else seeing this?

Most of the ship was oddly shrouded by the fog, which only saved a very small portion to peek through. But even that was enough for Xion- for she could see the flag slapping the air without any problem.

Xion began to squirm uneasily- on the flag was a skull and crossbones, and the skull matched the center of the medallion as much as her eyes matched Roxas's.

Her eyes began to dart back and forth from the ship to the medallion. Ship, medallion, ship, medallion.

No doubt that this was a pirate ship- the flag was all the evidence needed.

Xion knew that she couldn't let the ship go by unnoticed. Just in case she was right and no one had spotted it, she opened her mouth, preparing to warn them. She had to do it quickly- everything but the flag was effectively hidden.

But just as she was about to warn them- the skull smiled at her.

Xion shivered and clamped her eyes tight, praying for the sight not to roam her nightmares, the song ringing in her head.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me...