A planet, second to the right and straight on till morning.

Bright lights zoomed through the forest, racing past the trees. Looking closer, one would see that they are not merely lights, but tiny figures. They were humanoid, but they glowed with a gray-blue light, and wings fluttered behind them. Not to mention they were only a few inches tall.

One, a female, stopped, staring at a strange sight. A hooded man stood on a hilltop, holding a strange glowing sphere.

What's he doing? she thought, watching the man hold the sphere to the sky.

She noticed, in the distance, two other lights, falling from the sky, speeding straight towards the man.

She gasped. No! She began to fly towards the man, hoping to save him from whatever danger he was in. Stop!

"No!" he shouted, as she flew in, stopping him.

In another world completely, two ships were caught in a battle. On one, a pirate ship, a woman stood, commanding her crew. "Fire!" she shouted, ordering the group.

The crew responded immediately to thier captain's command, firing their cannons.

The cannons blasted, slamming into the opposing ship. The final battle of the Jolly Roger on the Spanish Main, 1726.

"Fire!" the captian shouted again, setting off another round.

"She's a-sinking already!" said a man on the pirate ship, watching the other crew scramble in an attempt to save their ship.

"Board!" the captain ordered. "Before she takes her booty with her!" Her crew began taking what they could from the ship. In the end, they had their treasures, leaving what was left of the opposing crew to float off in a rowboat.

Two crew members carried a large, heavy chest across the deck, presenting it to the captain, who was now lounging in a throne-like chair, smoking her pipe.

"It's a heavy one, captain," another man informed her as they set the chest down.

"A war chest, I imagine," said the man from before, the one who had noticed their opposition sinking. He spoke with a Spanish accent, his dark hair pulled back, and his facial hair well-trimmed. "Filled with Spanish Doubloons." He began to wrench it open. When the lock finally snapped, he lifted the lid to reveal an orb.

The crew looked at it, confused. Was this it?

"What the hell is it?" demanded the captain.

"It's the holy grail!" said another man, this one quite short and round, a thick, white beard on his chin.

"Don't be ridiculous, Smee," said the other man while the captain rose. "Idiota. There's no such thing!"

The man named Smee was persistent, though. "It's Aladdin's lamp, then."

The captain kneeld on the deck, looking at the orb closely. Her long, dark hair fell down her shoulders, keeping out of her wonder-struck face. The orb glowed with a golden light. "There's something inside it," she said.

Suddenly, a shape could be made out in the depths of the orb. A small figure in the light. The captain leaned closer.

A face could suddenly be made out, magnified in the glass of the orb. The captain leapt back in terror with a yell.

"What's the matter?" said the man with the accent.

The captain pulled out her gun and aimed at the glowing sphere. "It's possessed!" she said. "The damn thing's got a ghost inside it!"

"Or a genie!" suggested Smee. The others ignored him, some drawing swords. "Maybe it'll grant us a wish or two!"

"It's not of this world," decided the captain, her gun still trained on the orb. She pulled the trigger.