Medallion

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from X-men or Pirates of the Caribbean.

A/N: All the characters are around the same age in the 20's. Enjoy! There's going to be Romy Kiotr Jott and Jack annoying Ororo.

-Sparky

Yo Ho, Yo Ho, a pirate's life for me….

"Ugh…" A young woman slowly opened her emerald eyes. A small streak of golden sunshine hit her face, causing her to squint. Shifting her hand in front of her face, she felt her head spin as she grabbed onto the nearest wall and clung to it to regain her footing. Once her eyes were able to fully focus onto her surroundings, she released her hold on the rough surface, shifting forward slightly.

Jean pinched the bridge of her nose, her head pounding, left foot crossing unsteadily in front of her right. An unfamiliar shift of clothing swept across her legs, swishing slightly before returning to its original position. Bringing her hand down, she grasped the smooth maroon cloth, inspecting the strange clothing. She found that the dress touched the ground with an embroidered golden front, straps draping off her shoulders.

She looked past the wall, eyes widening at the unfamiliar musky alleyway, her mind reeling. Jean could have sworn that she was in her room at the Xavier institute moments ago. Her brows furrowed. What had happened that led her to this alley? Her thoughts were a blur, a complete blank. She stepped out into the light, meeting a completely foreign sight. Buildings made of stone and brick dotted the area, surrounded by carts and people bustling by. Dirt kicked up from the beaten paths, leaving wisps of dust clouds in their wake. Men, women, and children moved about in clothing that Jean thought would have only been seen during the colonial times. Some of the people were by small shops while others were conversing with venders, haggling over goods and prices. Jean took a wavering step back as a group of men marched by, their official red coats standing out against the graying buildings.

Jean leaned against the wall, racking her mind for answers that were not presenting themselves anytime soon. Sifting her fingers through her fiery red hair, Jean placed her hand to her forehead. All of the events of the night before in her room seemed normal enough with her following the same routine, only leading to a complete blank. Closing her eyes, she let her mind wander through the area searching for any familiar presence.

Elsewhere, another young woman was coming to. A soft voice murmured at the edges of her mind, slowly becoming more coherent. She heard the voice calling her name, urgent yet slightly worried.

Rogue! Rogue held her head from the cry, arms sliding across an uneven surface. Her eyes snapped open. Why would Jean be calling her through a mind link? She could have just knocked on the door. Tilting her head to the side, she felt the cold surface of cobblestone pressed into her pale skin. Her hazy mind began to process thoughts, albeit not as fast as she wanted it to. It was indeed the morning but she was not where she thought she was. What was she doing outside? Slowly shifting to her side, Rogue stiffly lifted herself to a sitting position, her arm muscles clenching.

Rogue looked around at her strange surroundings. What she thought was her room was actually a small enclosure between two white structures. Jean, where are you? What happened?

Jean's melodic voice danced through her mind. I don't know exactly. I can't recall anything from last night. Do you remember anything at all?

Nothing. It's all blank. Rogue brought herself to a standing position, unsteady from the sudden blood rush to her feet. She glanced down and instead of finding the loose sweats and tank she normally slept in, she found a floor-length ball gown attached to a close fitting bodice. She turned causing the gorgeous green dress to twirl at her heels. Her sleeves just came to the end her shoulders, with satin gloves that ended at the middle of her upper arm.

I'll try and pinpoint your location. We could be near each other. Rogue moved into a larger cobble stone path, green eyes scanning the different monuments. One large white mansion stood out in particular with groups of coated figures moving in and out of the entrance. What were even more peculiar were the white wigs that adorned most of the male pedestrian's heads. People strolled by her at different paces, some slowing their movement to glance for a moment or two at the young women's unusual hair style. Her white streaks of hair fell around her pale face, contrasting violently with the rest of her mahogany hair.

Ah'm by some large mansion. Ah'll circle the area. Are yah picking up anyone else? Rogue kept her head straight as she strode through the street, focusing on different buildings and signs. Wooden signs swung from the slight gusts of wind, creaking from their rusty supporters. Rogue read the names, none sparking any recognition.

I might be picking up someone else. Jean replied after a moment. Ah, there you are. I'm heading your way. Rogue released a sigh and paused by the mansion's exterior, her back leaning against a pillar.

Ah'll be waiting. Rogue lifted a gloved hand, fanning herself from the full fledge heat of the now unbearable sun.

Miss….

….Miss….

"Miss!"

Kitty snapped her hazel eyes open and focused on a face that was close to hers. Jumping slightly, she took in the unfamiliar features of the young man. Almost close to her age, the man had dark brown hair pulled into a low ponytail, his dark brown eyes scanning her face for any sign of illness. From his knelt down position, she could see the small goatee and mustache covering the edges of his mouth that was creased into a worried frown.

"Are you alright, Miss?" He held out his hand, which Kitty looked at uneasily before grasping firmly to pull herself up. Stumbling almost onto the man's foot, she felt her heart sink as she glanced around. Trying to keep her emotions from arising on her face, she felt her heart rate speed up as her eyes shifted about the area. The gears in her mind shocked into motion as she calculated her situation, bringing about an answer to his question.

"I'm quite fine, thank you. I must have just fainted from the heat." Pulling the answer out of the blue, she found herself weighed down by the thick dress covering her. Her lungs constricted as she noticed the rigidity of the purple gown. She went to rest her hand on her arm, her fingers tracing the sleeves that ended just around the middle of her forearm.

"May I ask, what is your name?" He gave a small smile as he bent down to grab a sleek, long, black case that he must have dropped when helping her up.

"I am Kitty Pryde. What, may I ask, is your name?" Kitty responded. The young man straightened to his full height, just a head taller than her. He transferred the box into a more comfortable position under his other arm.

"Will Turner." He gave a small grin.

"Well, I am glad to have met you. Thank you for helping me. I hope we will meet each other again, Mr. Turner." Kitty replied, returning a smile with a small upturn of her lips.

"I hope so also, Miss Pryde." Will made a slight bow before turning toward the street. Kitty watched him as he continued down the road to his destination, a white large building. She marveled at the large structure, moving forward to get a fuller view only to stumble a few paces. She grabbed the edges of the dress, lifting the material to reveal heeled shoes. One of the heels currently resided in a cracked opening of the stone covered path. Wiggling the heel out, she removed her foot to stand on a sturdier area, her slim arm reaching up to remove a piece of her auburn locks out of her face. She looked further around the bustling area, her face contorting into one of concentration. Her thoughts returned to the night before as she leaned on her bed, reading one of her novels before switching off the lamp. She paused as she could not bring up what happened after that. Nothing came up except the strange feeling of warmth and the dusty air of her current location. She took a momentary look at the passer-by's and wondered why everyone was dressed in colonial outfits.

Kitty! She felt the edges of her mind tingle as she heard Jean's voice. She walked over to a corner of one of the brick buildings, shifting her weight against it.

Jean! Thank goodness it's you! What happened? I just woke up in some strange dress being helped up by some guy. Where are we?

Calm down Kitty. I have no idea what happened. Kitty heard the urgency in her voice. Rogue is here too. I've found her location. Can you make out a port near you?

Kitty moved away from the wall, squinting slightly from the strong rays of sunshine, and swiftly moved toward the other side of the street by a couple of shops and people. Turning left, she continued down the path avoiding carts and a small group of kids that sprinted past.

Found it! Kitty replied. She lifted her hand, shielding her eyes as she peered at the open blue sky touching down to the wooden planks of the harbor. I'll meet you there.

See you soon.

Ororo winced from the light the bore down in streaks on her face. Eyes squinting, she moved into a sitting position, fanning her hands out on the soft surface. Patting what she thought was her bed, her crystal blue eyes widened when she felt the warm sands shift around her fingers. She moved her head, soft white hair whipping about, as she peered up at wooden planks that were damp and discolored.

She stood up, keeping her head down to not hit the boards. As she took a step, her heels sunk into the sand. No longer in her night gown, Ororo dusted off a beautiful turquoise dress. She glanced at her arms where the sleeves came down, the rim puffing out by her elbows. She took a few paces up onto the wooden deck, peering about the large ships and scenery. Boards creaking, she continued forward, weaving through piles of carts and barrels. Sailors and other men darted by carrying large planks and baskets. Once she reached the middle, Ororo came upon a man hunched over a small table.

The white wig he wore shaded his face with eyes cast downwards on a small scrap of paper. His hand moved quickly, scribbling something with a feather and ink. I might as well ask, she thought when she stopped in front of the desk. The man paused, gazing up at her when she took in a breath. Before one word left her mouth, the man's brow crinkled in confusion, his head tilted to the side at something behind her. Ororo turned to a peculiar sight.

A young man stood on top of a mast, gripping the wooden pole while a black flag whipped behind. As he passed by, sailors stopped what they were doing and looked at the strange event. Dark hair twisted into dreadlocks framed his tanned, bearded face. A dark rugged captain's hat and an equally rugged outfit whipped about from the gust of wind as he looked forward with determination.

Ororo could not quite place what he reminded her of. He cannot possibly be one of these sailors, she thought. He suddenly hopped down to save his sinking boat. He took up a bucket and threw water out the side in a failing attempt.

After a few moments, what was left of his boat reached the port. Ororo could have sworn her jaw dropped as he stuck one foot out and stepped off the mast, which was now at the height of the deck. He made his way down the pier without turning back, his dark eyes meeting Ororo's briefly, before he was stopped by the man behind the desk. The harbor master stepped in his path.

"What? Hey. Hold up there, you. It's a shilling to tie up your boat at the dock." Both men looked at the sunken boat. "And I shall need to know your name."

"What d'ye say to three shillings, and we forget the name?" Ororo watched as he dropped three silver pieces in the harbor master's hand. The man looked up and grinned.

"Welcome to Port Royal, Mr. Smith." The master placed the coins into a cloth pouch, dropping it down onto the desk. Once Ororo heard the name of the place, she stepped back a little bit, deciding not to ask anything. The master furthered himself down the pier, occupying himself with other errands. The young man continued in the other direction, an odd movement as he seemed to sway at each step. Once the master was out of sight, Mr. Smith took a large step back toward the wooden desk. He reached down and grabbed the pouch with his right hand. He shook it by his ear and then put it in his pocket.

Ororo contemplated on whether she should steal back the coins or not. It would be best not to start a problem for a few coins, she thought. She turned on her heel, dress whipping about her ankles. She did not make it much further as she walked into something solid. With a slight gasp, she stepped back to find Mr. Smith right in front of her.

"'Ello love," he said, leaning a little too close for comfort before swaying back. "You look a little lost." He paused a moment, reaching out a hand to remove a strand of white hair from her face. "Gorgeous locks."

"I am not from around here, Mr. Smith," Ororo stated as she swatted his hand, side stepping him in the process.

"Well then, I could—" he paused before his eyes lit up, "escort you around the place. I'm trying to look for a nice boat, er, ship myself." He blocked her once again with a lazy smile. He hooked his arm under hers, steering her in the opposite direction of the boardwalk toward the cobblestone road.

Oh for the love of—Ororo, stop picking up strange men! Ororo tensed at the surprise telepathic message. She heard the teasing tone in Jean's voice. Mr. Smith looked at her.

"You savy, love?"

"Oh yes." Ororo almost gave a sigh of relief at hearing a familiar voice of her friend. Trying to remove her arm from the young man's, she turned to face him with a forced smile, "I must be on my way."

I located Rogue and Kitty. We will meet you there. Jean quickly replied.

"Nonsense! We are just a few mere steps from our destination." Mr. Smith continued forward.

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