Moments after the Black Pearl made its departure with the Revenge, Captain Sparrow's first mate and closest confidant, Joshamee Gibbs, was showing the Chipettes and Furrball to their guest chamber. When they looked inside the room, they noticed that unlike most of the ship's quarters, theirs was made decent and neat. For a crew of cutthroats, they certainly knew how to play host for royalty.

GIBBS: Before I take my leave, I am inclined to inform your Majesties that if there be anything you require, you need only ask.

BRITTANY: Thank you, Mr. Gibbs.

On each of their beds, the girls noticed a color coordinated bundle on their beds. Gibbs realized what they were looking at.

GIBBS: Ah…those? A friend of your put them there. He said that he bought them before we left port. Now what was his name?…Allen? No…Albert? Not close…Aloysius? Now that's just silly…

CHIPETTES: Alvin?

GIBBS: Oh, aye! That be him, yes.

They unfolded the bundles, showing them to be dresses, each in a color of pink, violet, or light green. Each dress was trimmed with a light yellow and with pearl-white buttons near the collar.

ELLIE: He bought us…tents? (chuckles)

She had grabbed the lower part of the dress and was looking inside through the bottom hem. Gibbs looked through the collar.

GIBBS: What exactly are you looking for?

ELLIE: The Big Apple Circus! I think it's still in here!

Rolling his eyes, Gibbs began walking back up to the upper deck. He gave out a big exasperated sigh as he continued up. Brittany held her dress up close to her body.

BRITTANY: Hmm…

She smiled as she turned in a circle. She danced back into the cabin, closing the door behind her.

On deck, the others were assisting the crew where they can. Gibbs went up to the helm where Captain Sparrow and the ship's mute helmsman, Cotton, were.

GIBBS: Captain!

CAPT. JACK: Mister Gibbs. Are the princesses settling in?

GIBBS: Aye, that they are. Now, if I may ask in question of our heading? We know that we're heading out for Toonopolis. But some of the crew were anxious for orders, so…

CAPT. JACK: Let me…check on the heading.

He took out a small compass with a domed cover of pure lapis lazuli, and when he opened it, the inside of the lid was detailed with a map of the heavens, and the compass disk itself was sliced from a walrus's tusk. However, the compass did not point north. It pointed to what the user wanted most. The arrow spun around and around until it stopped at a point near the northwestern point of it.

CAPT. JACK: That way, Mister Gibbs! Three points off the port beam!

GIBBS: Aye-aye, Captain! Lads! Set sails for three points off the port beam!

The crew scrambled to turn the ship, while the man at the crow's nest signaled to the Queen Anne's Revenge on the heading. Meanwhile, as the crew carried the orders, Ted and Minerva were enjoying a "friendly" game of chess. He was anticipating his move, while Minerva was beginning to lose patience.

MINERVA: Ugh! Will you move already?

TED: Hey! I never bugged you when you took your time! So don't bug me! Hmmm…Aha!

He moved his queen and took her pawn.

TED: Queen takes knight pawn. Ha! A few more moves and it's check and mate. Your move. Though I must warn you, any move you would make will only delay the inevitable result of defeat. However, since I am a gentleman, I am willing to give you a final chance to forfeit before I immediately put you in–

MINERVA: Bishop to bishop eight. Checkmate.

TED: Huh?

He looked down to find that she had beaten him, and then looked up find her smugly savoring her victory.

TED: Hmmm…that was a good move. (a la Rodney Dangerfield) I can't believe it. I lost to a dame in fur. (in normal tone) What did I do to lose?

MINERVA: How about challenging me, for starters?

Suddenly, Ryan came on-deck to find Minerva.

RYAN: Miss Mink...

MINERVA: Please, Your Imperial Majesty, just call me Minerva.

RYAN: All right then, Minerva. You can call me Ryan. I was gonna ask you a question. As a Pansermink, you're very good with a sword, right?

MINERVA: Well...yes I am. Why do you ask?

RYAN: Well...I don't mean to boast, but...aside from Ted, I've never met a warrior who I could not master with my sword.

TED: It's true; Ryan not only has the strength and agility, but he's also studied the best of swordsmen, including the unbeaten kensei and ronin of ancient Japan, Miyamoto Musashi.

MINERVA: Is that so? Then you've never come face to face with me or any other Panserminke before.

RYAN: Well then…perhaps we could find out who's more well-versed in the ways of the sword.

MINERVA: All right Ryan. (unsheathes her spatha) Prepare to defend yourself.

RYAN: (unsheathes his sword) As you wish. Though I would like to warn you that accepting my challenge would be a huge mistake.

MINERVA: We shall see…en garde!

When the two collided, there was a series of loud clashes, steel against steel. Some of the crew decided to watch the swordplay in progress. They saw the blades giving off sparks from each interaction to each other, and they could see the perseverant will present in both their eyes. Ryan's movements matched Minerva's, putting them in a stalemate, until Ryan finally saw a chance for victory. When she tried to thrust, Ryan trapped her sword, giving him the opportunity to disarm his challenger of her sword. Finally, he forced her down on the ground to prove she had been beaten.

MINERVA: Well Ryan,…I must admit…you fight well for someone who hasn't faced my kind before…

RYAN: A compliment, I'm sure.

MINERVA: So, can you help me up?

Wary but willing, he extended his hand to help her up. She took a grip, only to pull him down while kicking Rhindon out of his hand. The tables have turned, for it is now Ryan who had been defeated and the Pansermink victorious with Rhindon in hand.

MINERVA: I believe the code was "To fight is to survive." That means that if you want to survive, you have to do things that others may not be so willing to do, (extends a hand) which include pulling a dirty trick like that.

RYAN: Hmmm…never expected anything less.

Ted cleared his throat and looked behind the crowd. The Chipettes were standing near the stairs, fidgeting with the waists of the dresses. Their hair were each tied back into a droopy ponytail, held in place by a large pink, purple, or light green clip. The sleeves went only three-quarters down their upper arms, and turned back up to their elbows. The dresses each had a regular half-moon collar, and the bottoms reached all the way down to their ankles, where they spilled around, waiting to be twirled about. Upon sight, the pirates marveled at how lovely they looked.

PINTEL: Well, look at them, will ye?

RAGETTI: They sure looks like proper princesses now, don't they?

MARTY: Aye…like purdy flowers in the spring…

RYAN: (in Scottish pirate-speak) All righty, mates! Stow the gawking n' get ta yer posts! (in normal tone) But I'd have to agree; they do look beautiful.

TED: Yes, they do! They now look dressed for a ball! So they should now learn to dance for one as well. Which I will teach them for.

MINERVA: Maybe it would be better if I taught them to–

TED: Why? So you can upstage me again? I don't think so. I'm teaching 'em to dance, and that's that.

MINERVA: (confused) Uh…suit yourself?

Below deck, Ted was helping the Chipettes learn to dance, using Tulio, Miguel, and Gibbs as dance partners while he kept time. However, as the lesson progressed, he saw that the men were horrible at dancing.

TED: And one and two and three and four and your hands should be light like a birdie on a branch. And one and two and three and four and Gibbs doesn't lead; he follows like a girl.

At that lyric, Gibbs stopped dancing and glared at the dance caller, who was shocked by what came out of his mouth.

TED: (nervous) Mr. Gibbs, I-I-I-I-I-I-I didn't mean that! The words just slipped out; an accident as it were. You understand, don't you?

GIBBS: Oh, aye…I understand perfectly. An accident, you said. Didn't mean what you said, I know. But you know, if it were false, I would've done this!

Gibbs punched him square in the nose.

They resumed the lesson, only this time with Ted holding up a tissue in his nostril.

TED: (half-nasal) And one and two and twirlie, twirlie, twirlie! And one and two and you're still getting it wrong! And one and two and three and four. You can hit me all day cause you punch like a what?

All the while, Pintel and Ragetti were observing the lesson at progress. While listening to the lyric, they thought that the question was for them.

PINTEL: Uh…a girl!

RAGETTI: A girl?

Gibbs got angry again and was about to punch him again, if Tulio and Miguel hadn't held him back. At that moment, Jesse and Minerva were just making their way below deck to see how the lessons were doing. They were really surprised at how poorly they were progressing with the men fighting and all.

TULIO: Oh, and I suppose either of you could do better?

JESSE: Yes.

MIGUEL: Well, go on then. Show us.

MINERVA: Uh…no.

TULIO/MIGUEL: What?

PINTEL: Gents, if you want this to work out, you need be more courteous to the ladies.

RAGETTI: Aye, and ask them nicely, too.

TULIO: Ugh, fine! We were wondering…if you ladies would care to…help teach the girls…how to dance…

TED: (mutters) We say please…

TULIO: Ugh…please…

JESSE: Hmmm…fine. First off, no offense, but you guys are WAY too big. Brittany and her sisters need to practice with partners their size.

MEN: Oh…

They leered over to Alvin and his brothers who just sat down from unpacking. The cons and Ted looked at one another and got the same idea as they went to drag them over. Each Chipmunk was stood in front of their counterpart.

ALVIN: Guys, you know I'm not very good at ballroom dancing…

SIMON: I have two left feet…

THEODORE: Didn't people say you shouldn't be dancing for half an hour after eating?

JESSE: Will you three just relax? You all can teach each other…

Alvin was about to pound his friend into the wood floor, but Brittany stopped him by putting her palm on his lower arm. He spun around to ask why, but she merely smiled and took his hand. She and her sisters led them out to the makeshift dance floor.

Simon hesitated when he was about to put his hand on Jenna's waist. He looked into her eyes as to ask 'May I?', and she smiled, silently replying 'Yes'.

Ellie held Theodore's left hand with her right, and they started dancing. Jesse was counting them off.

JESSE: Now…one, two, three. One, two, three… No, girls- you don't lead, let the men lead.

The couples had stopped, but started backing up, only with the boys leading this time.

ALVIN: You know, t-that dress looks… really… n-nice on you. I-I mean, it looked nice on the hanger, but it looks even better on you . . .Y-you should wear it.

BRITTANY: I am wearing it.

ALVIN: Oh, yeah… of course…. I was just trying to give you a…a…

BRITTANY: A compliment?

ALVIN: Y-yeah…

They continued to dance around in circles around the front deck. The men, Jesse, Minerva, and Furrball watched, all knew this could be a good…. or a bad thing for some of them.

MINERVA: (sighs) Don't they all look cute together? Especially Alvin and Brittany?

JESSE: Yep. They sure do. I mean, even Simon's blushing now that he's dancing with Jenna.

TED: Now that you mention it, there is a presence of sparks at this moment, even with young Theodore who seems to be having fun with Ellie. And to think moments like these are as simple as one, two, and three.

TULIO: Oh…don't tell you're not gonna start singing again.

TED: It's one-two-three

And suddenly,

I see it at a glance –

They're radiant

And confident

And born to take this chance

We taught them well,

We planned it all,

We just forgot

Romance…

Guys, how could we do this?

How will we get through this?

We never should have let them

Dance…

They watched as the Chipmunks and Chipettes finished their small dance.

BRITTANY: I'm feeling a little…dizzy.

ALVIN: Sort of light-headed?

BRITTANY: Yeah.

Alvin stopped dancing, Brittany also halting the dance.

ALVIN: Maybe we should stop.

The two were still locked into the other's eyes.

BRITTANY: We have stopped.

ALVIN: Oh… yes…Britt, I…

He trailed off as the two closed their eyes and leaned in close. He was only centimeters away from her lips, when he opened his eyes and stood straight. He took her hand and patted it. She opened her eyes, and saddened.

ALVIN: You're doing fine.

He stalked away to the stairs. His brothers, in view of the moment, decided to end their practice and follow Alvin in order to find out what's bugging him. They watched them leave, each confused as to why her own partner were all over her, then leaving her hanging, but none as more confused than Brittany. Tears would have come to her eyes, for he did hurt her, but Furball rubbed against her leg and emitted an reassuring mew.

The group ate dinner in silence. Well, the Chipmunks and Chipettes were silent. Ryan, Jesse, Ted, and Minerva were conversing quietly, with Tulio and Miguel uttering not a word as they chowed down.

After dinner, they all settled into bed. Brittany was brushing her hair out. It went to her mid-back, and curled a few inches before the tips, from being in her usual ponytail for so long. Alvin, Tulio, and Miguel were already asleep on the mats set along the floor with Ted and Alvin's brothers each stretched out across his own, awake. Ted made a gurgling-like noise, and the girls looked up to them. Furrball, being the inquisitive type, was searching through Alvin's handbag and he pulled a peculiar-looking box.

JENNA: Are you okay?

TED: Yeah, just annoyed and tired. Look at them! Those slugs will sleep through anything, even an earthquake! Heck, it even takes us a good half-hour to wake them in the morning!

He sauntered over to Brittany, and handed the young woman the gold hexagonal box.

BRITTANY: Where did you get this?

She took it from Furrball's paws and examined it closely. There were red designs along the middle, with holes in the middle of the identical designs. There were even three larger holes on three of the sides.

TED: Pretty jewelry box, isn't it? Alvin never did find out how to open it, though.

BRITTANY: Are you sure that's what it is?

TED: What else could it be?

BRITTANY: I don't know…Something else…something…special…Something to do with a… secret…

She then laughed.

BRITTANY: Is that possible?

She returned the box to Alvin's bag.

TED: Anything's possible. You and your sisters taught the boys how to waltz!

She didn't laugh back. She was stuck thinking about the near-kiss. Before she got to think of much, Ted started talking again.

TED: But from what Simon and Theodore told me, Alvin got that from the palace. When he woke up after the revolutionaries came through, they were shaking him, hoping he'd wake. His mother, Vinny, was so kind to all three of them, they'd go into the kitchens at night and she'd get them food. They were only eight, barely fit to be court members. But, she was their only biological relation. Sad thing was, she disappeared that night. We know that she wasn't killed but they felt like something happened to her that night. But luckily, Alvin got a bit of amnesia or a concussion or something like that, cause he didn't remember her along with a few scarce things. The box was just lying next to him when he woke, and he's had it ever since. He even said something about–

Before he could finish, Simon threw a pillow in Ted's face. He bugged his eyes out and stared at him. It appeared as if they were conversing without words, for, a few seconds later, they both looked at her and smiled.

SIMON: Well...i-it's nothing. Alvin just found it in the palace. No biggie. (nervously chuckles) Good-night!

He quickly went under the covers.

TED: Good night, your majesty. (bows his head)

Brittany shrugged off the conversation and turned off the lamp.

BRITTANY: Good night.

The Chipettes each pulled up the cover on their separate beds. Furrball hopped up on Jenna's flat stomach, and she giggled as the cat walked in circles, then curled up to sleep.

JENNA: Sweet dreams, Furrball.

Meanwhile in the realm of Limbo, five villains were looking in on their marks.

SPICER: There they are, sir. Sound asleep in their little beds.

He was looking in a green smoke-framed mirror of the girls sleeping in their cots. Voldemort walked over to the orb and smiled.

VOLDEMORT: And pleasant dreams to you, Princesses. I'll just send the ships off course – to a place where you can't escape me…

WORMTAIL: But…but how, Lord?

SPICER: Yeah, and ain't this the part where you put them in a dream world? It's in the script, isn't it?

VOLDEMORT: Lest you forget, we have allies in the North who'd be more than willing to capture them.

CHASE: And besides, Spicer, the author didn't know how to do that dream sequence. He hopes for the readers to forgive him for replacing a scene. Now then…

He waved his wand over the crystal switching the view to map version, where he saw the Black Pearl and the Queen Anne's Revenge. Using his wand, he moves a nearby fleet of ships from up north to a southerly direction and into a collision course with the pirate ships.

VOLDEMORT: If my magic cannot destroy them, I'll have to use allies who can destroy them *for* me…

Meanwhile, on the open sea it was a raging storm out on the water. Suddenly, from out of the blue the man at the crow's nest made a group of black Chinese ships with red sails that have the insignia of a peacock over the horizon. And to make matters worse, they were heading for the Pearl.

LOOKOUT: God save us all...Unidentified fleet headin` fer a collision course wit` us! All hands on deck! I repeats, all hands on deck! All hands on deck!

As he sent a lantern message to the neighboring Revenge, the Pearl's crew began clamoring and scattering about the ship. The captain of the Pearl came on deck to take a look at what the trouble was. Due to the green fog, he couldn't see a whole fleet, but only one ship, which was actually the flagship of the armada.

CAPT. JACK: Come now, you lot! Are we jellies or are we pirates? There be only one ship! We can easily…

However, before he could finish, one of the ships opened fire on both mast of the Revenge and the Pearl with cannonballs surrounded by fiery red sparks, taking the lookouts and the sails. At that moment, the fog lifted to reveal the entire armada, which threw Captain Jack off.

CAPT. JACK: Uh…on second thought, please carry on.

GIBBS: Jack! Jack! Barbossa wants to know the plan! What do we tell the Revenge? Sir?

CAPT. JACK: Tell him…tell him that we may have to invoke the right of parley. Besides, I'm sure this lot will go easy on us.

Well, it seems that both the Pearl and the Revenge have faced a little complication on their journey. Next chapter, the Princesses will face Lord Shen, leader of the Panserminke, but not before tricking him into giving a certain mink the battle she's been waiting for. Also, I do apologize for messing with this by replacing the dream scene with a totally different scene. I didn't know how to handle it, so please forgive me.