Disney's Wondrous Secrets

Changes (Part I)

It was only two days later when the outrage had reached the police and then a broadcast was set over all of Anaheim, reaching across the country in a short amount of time.... Both Parks of the resort were ultimately closed as soon as it was possible. There were no explanations at all as to why the attractions were entirely rendered useless. Missing employees, upset character actors and paranoia was all that was left for the police to even discover. It was once again late into the night, at precisely 11:58 p.m when a team of security was searching the property out as rides and machinery were being thoroughly examined again. As people screamed the news over the internet, as well as the news broadcasts (which was spewed out from a local radio from one of the offices), the strangest beyond comprehension was well on it's way.

It was Maleficent's intention to get through into Walt's most prized possession before his untimely death... So something was amiss among all this quiet and unease... A powerful Wizard was at work as well (his power evenly matched), opening a series of these Doors that he had mentioned to the rescued band of friends. One thing about these Doors was that they led to multiple places... which connected to one place in particular; Disneyland itself. This served as one purpose only, during such a frightening battle... to unite.

Pirates of the Caribbean that neighbored so close to the Haunted Mansion just down the way, was under lock and key. Things went off the bend when a tremeondous noise had shattered the quiet when the doors into the old attraction had been swung open so hard that the hinges snapped off. The doors were splintered from this awesome power from a shot cannon ball, shooting as far as the river before the former Tom Sawyer Island, smashing into the base of the stage causing it to catch on fire on contact. The men all fell down to avoid getting hit...

It was a cannon ball. Or was it? At the sound of boots coming from the ruined entrance of the ride, one man was brave enough to aim his gun. Someone stepped out when it was clear that no one was inside... They looked like a shadow at first but he was splendidly tall man who took a thick pistol out from his belt with an old, dirty, weathered hand. The man saw this and shot, despite arguments from his peers, and had peirced the mysterious figure miraculously in the chest. He did not fall, but only staggered back for a second. All that greeted them was a gritty, mean spirited, raspy cackle. This figure appeared into the light of the moon as something seemed to come over the sky with a greenish hue. They shot that pistol right by these shocked men, shattering a lantern beside them, showering them in shards.

"I'd think twice before shootin' down an old sea dog, laddie..." that voice rasped in a thick foreign West Country accent. This was no one from this time period. And potentially dangerous...

"Put down your gun!" bellowed one of the brave security men, aiming at the figure's chest yet again.

He dared to march right up... a weathered old man wearing a worn out but thick jacket over an ornate vest. His boots were thick and heavy, with a sound of clanking gold inside them and the weaponry upon his person shifted with each step. His widely brimmed hat hid his cold, sickly yellowed eyes as he glared down at his supposed attackers.

"We will shoot! Get down to the ground!"

The pirate merely scoffed, peering down at the pointed nozzle. Then, in a quick motion, he elbowed the poor officer directly in the nose, knocking him out, whilst snatching his loaded gun. This caused the other men scramble at the mercy of this person. Meanwhile, he just studied the gun he just won as sirens blared through out the park, coming nearer. Also, other figures began to come out of the attraction doors, looking around, confused. All except him who seemed to have a plan in mind.

"Odd pistol..." he muttered, spinning and catching the loaded gun. "Very light, very small..." he sighed before taking aim over the group's heads, shooting. He seemed very pleased. "I thank ye for the tribute." he then sneered at the first one to come up and threaten him.