Just a bit of unapoligetic silliness that wouldn't go away, and I wanted to see if these could cross over at all believably. Let me know what you think. Firefly belongs to Joss Wedon, Pirates of the Caribbean belongs to Disney. I just like'em is all.

Dying's a fact of life in the Black, especially out here on the Rim. Some folk, especially ship's crews, don't like to talk about death directly. They conjure if they call it what it is, that somehow death'll hear them and take a sudden interest. Now, the worst sort of fate most spacers can think of is getting blown out into the Black, tumbling into nothing for all eternity. So, they don't call it what it is, reckoning it'll bring bad luck. No, they'll say their crewman sailed into Old Turner's Orbit. Supposedly, that's the deepest, darkest part of the Black where no one comes back from. Maybe that's where the Reavers went to when they were men, and their souls got lost there when their ships came back.

Anyhow, folk been calling it that for so long, they've mostly forgotten why. They've forgotten the legends about Captain Turner. And they've certainly forgotten that he's still out there, at lest according to an old buddy of mine.

No one really knows where Captain Turner came from. Some say he was the first to pilot a ship out of Sihnon's orbit to map the 'verse, and his charts are in use still. Others say he commanded an Exodus ship, saving millions of lives on the Trek. Still others say he sailed the oceans of Earth-that-was, far back as men had ships to sail. One Shepherd told me that he might have taught Noah how to handle a rudder. Point is, Captain Turner loved sailing, loved the Black, like no one before or since. And on account of this he was offered a job by...someone. To collect them as die in the Black, and ferry them to their proper destinations. Heaven, Hell, Nirvana, or some next life, it's Captain Turner's responsibility to see they all get where they need to go.

Now, I conjure that makes him an awful busy individua