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The first thing the disgraced former Commodore realized, aside from the pounding hangover throbbing in his head from all the cheap water downed rum he had consumed, was the fact he was some place very warm..and very dry.

Dry? in the Caribbean?

Bloodshot green eyes snapped open and blurry gaze brought what he could only perceive as a dream.  For he did not recognize where he was nor had he seen a place anything like this.  He groaned.. “ Perhaps rum wasn’t the only thing in my glass.. “  he grunted out, not believing his eyes.

But what had happened?  He could not recall that. He had been far too intoxicated to recall, yet it had been some kind of light that lured him forth.  And that was his last coherent thought.

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"What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should'st move My heart so potently? 'Tis the witching hour of night, Orbed is the moon and bright."

“Hello?” She called out timidly wondering who she had stumbled upon or had they stumbled upon her? She could feel her magic stir inside of her at the budding feelings growing inside of her. “I can hear you...” She said trying to draw herself up to stand a little bit taller.

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It was a rare opportunity for Esmeralda being able to travel to different countries in her caravan. Her daily life consisted of dancing for coins and outrunning Frollo’s idiotic guards. This certainly was a nice change of pace and she could attempt to have a more pleasant day. Leaving her father alone to protect the Court of Miracles and everyone in it, she had set out in her caravan, traveling to who knows where.

Hours and days have passed since she had traveled further from Paris. Getting some shut eye, the caravan had entered into a desert somewhere between Agrabah and the Land of the Black Sand. But her slumber came to an abrupt stop, when she was jolted off of her bed. “What the hell?”

Raising a brow, the dancer stepped out of her caravan, but shielded her eyes with her arm, from the burning sun, blazing down at her. She headed over to check on one of the wooden wheels that appeared to be lodged deep into the sand. Letting out a frustrated sigh, she stepped to the side and placed her hands just under the caravan and made a fruitless attempt at lifting it up. This couldn’t be done alone and she needed to find someone.

“ Oh, good good.  It would seem you’re finally awake.  We weren’t sure you’d pull through.   I am Commodore Norrington, you are aboard his majesty’s Interceptor, who are you, sir? “ He spoke with a strong, upper class, British accent.

James questioned the young man who’d been plucked from the fathoms and kept safe and warm until he’d finally come to.

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