Imagine the possibilties!
T’Pol: I don’t think “really bad eggs” is a valid destination, Captain.
CJS: Be careful wit me metaphors, luv. Don’t make me strand you on a desert planet, now.
T’Pol: That would be an iloogical thing to do.
CJS: Pirate!
CJS: So you’re saying I just tell this…thing…on the wall to give me rum, and it keeps giving me rum.
Redshirt: More or less, yes, Captain.
CJS: And I don’t have to pay for it.
Redshirt: Again, yes.
CJS: Right. Call me when we get to Risa.
Redshirt: And shall I have a new liver ready for you then, Captain?
CJS: Whatever the cook has handy. (Drinks self into unconsciousness)
God I would pay good money to see that…
So would I. Lots of good money.
I’m sitting on a gold mine here!
Cursed gold.
Cursed gold pressed latinum…
I’ll be back with some ideas after I sleep the rum off…
Hell, I’d pay good money to see Captain Jack Sparrow in anything. Just think of the possibilities…after he’s done with the Enterprise, we could have Captain Jack Sparrow in Middle Earth, CJS meets the X-Men, and on and on and on. I’d even pay just to see CJS standing, er, swaying there for two hours, maybe saying “Pirate!” from time to time.
In which Captain Jack Sparrow finds a large wooden crate and discovers that it can be used as a transdimensional teleportational time machine!
Barbossa: The Prime Directive is more what we’d call … a guideline.
Legolas: To the Sea, to the Sea! The white gulls are crying,
The wind is blowing, and the white foam is flying.
West, west away, the round sun is falling.
Grey ship, grey ship, do you here them calling,
The voices of my people that have gone before me?
Jack: You know, for having such a bleak outlook on pirates, you’re well on your way to becoming one.
::Enterprise shudders, taking a hit from Klingon cruiser::
CJS, in brig for trying to take over Enterprise: HEY! Stop blowing holes in my ship! 
So we’re talking about a Barbossa-as-Picard thing here, right? 
Who the hell is Jack Sparrow? 
I wonder if I’ll be the first to inform you that CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow is the role played to perfection by Johnny Depp in the movie Pirates of the Caribbean.
Go see this fun, fun movie!
Ah.
I’m not a fan of pirate movies… I’ll pass.
Sparrow’s gonna be awful irritated when he discovers that the thing on the wall is dispensing non-alcoholic synthehol.
Scene; Shuttle craft leaving Enterprise.
Shift to interior of craft; CJS in irons as T’Pol pilots shuttle. Outside view screen shows a large blue/green planet dead ahead.
CJS: “You mean you’re really gonna strand me there?”
T’Pol: 'Yes."
Shuttle lands, T’Pol exits craft dragging CJS out with her. They see a strange vertical circle with what looks like water contained in it. T’Pol locks up shuttle, unholsters her weapon, and releases CJS. They walk cautiously to the strange circle. T’Pol steps up to the shimmering “water” to see what it really is, CJS gives her a little push from behind, grinning; “Have a good trip Madam.”
T’Pol tumbles thru streaking lights and difference clouds. She falls out on the other side having been magically transformed into a blonde wearing black leather.
She stands up just in time to see Col. Jack and the SG1 returning to the Stargate.
Oh wait they did that already.
Aside to Aesiron; Not watching “Pirates of the Caribbean” because it’s a pirate movie is like not watching “Blade Runner” because it’s a robot movie.
The redshirt took the precaution of removing any and all phasers in the vacinity. We should be fine. Unless he makes it to 10 Forward. Then god save us all.
Tsk, tsk… you’re mixing up your Treks. Redshirts appear on TOS and Ten Forward is a TNG concept.
Unless it’s Wesley Crusher in the Redshirt, in which case I say we shove him directly in front of a liquor-starved and armed Jack Sparrow.
:eek: OMYGAWD!
That was perfect!!!
Quantum: Where the hell are those sheilds, Mister!?!
Pervy Malcolm: I haven’t invented them yet, Cap’n Sir Ma’am!
Quantum: Ma’am!? Do I sound like a woman?
Tripp: Aye, that ye do. And a fine bonny lass you be sound’n like, don’t ye know
Computer Voice: Warp core breach in 5 minutes, me hardies
Quantum [furrowing his brow]: What the hell is happening?
T’Pol [pointing at viewscreen]: Look!
Barbarossa: Hand over your ship, Dr Beckett!
Quantum: Let me get my crew to safety. Parley!
Barbarossa: I am disinclined to acquiesce to your request.
Topless Hoshi: Means no.
Everyone We know!