Nomadic Nonsense: Hatman's Horrors

Ok, so recently, I've been pondering this idea and think I should just do it: a story. Not just any story, let me explain. Each person who sees this can add a chapter, to either continue or completely twist the story going on. Here are the rules: Oh, and don't forget to credit yourselves for your chapter(s)! Here's a little kickstarter chapter:
 * 1) Be creative! Anything goes, yes, even crossovers (Zombie apocalypse in POTCO, Superman meets Jack Sparrow, Ezio kills Jolly Roger, etc.)
 * 2) No ending the story. Only add chapters.
 * 3) You may add/kill people, but don't get too graphic.
 * 4) Ressurections are allowed.
 * 5) Each chapter must be at least 6-8 sentences long.
 * 6) Anything goes, just nothing inappropriate.
 * 7) You may add more than one chapter, but don't add like 6 in one hour.
 * 8) Videos, pictures, sound clips, etc. are allowed.
 * 9) Don't edit others' chapters, unless you have their permission or you're fixing grammar issues.
 * 10) And lastly, if you have any questions or anything leave it in the comments below.

Chapter One: So, Here Goes Something...
It was a wonderful, bright afternoon when Lisa and Mike were sitting on the dock. Mike had his fishing pole out, abbout to cast his line, while Lisa threw rocks across the water. As soon as Mike had cast his line, he felt a tug on it. "Whoa, that was quick." He said in astonishment. He drew his line. Except, he hadn't caught a fish, he caught a man. His mouth was clamping on the hook, and he was wearing an all velvet red suit with green piping. He also wore a color-changing tie with a small velvet red top hat atop his head that matched the suit. Lastly, they were scared most by the green gloves that looked like they were covered in poison. Lisa and Mike stared at him in shock. "Um, are you okay?" asked Lisa, curious and frightened. The man simply let go of the hook, and stared at them bewildered. "Tell me, younglings, what is the year?" he said in a somewaht calm yet suspicious tone. "1744, why?" asked Lisa, stilled curious and filled with fright. "Good, I haven't frozen over and been cast adrift for sixty million years. So, what are your names?" Said the man. "I-I-I'm M-Mike, and th-th-th-th-this is L-Lisa." stuttered Mike as he gestured towards his friend and himself. His throat felt tight and dry. He was only just thinking about who this man was and where he came from, when he introduced himself. "I'm Jeronius of Crabman's Cove. I was cursed frozen by an evil witch with only control of my mouth. I would only gain control of the rest of my body again when I had found a way to dry land." He said. Mike and Lisa's mouths hung open, until, finally, Lisa managed to get out six words. "C-Crabman's Cove? Never h-h-heard of it." She barely managed a whisper. "Oh, haven't you? Its got the nicest beaches and wonderful open grassy fields. Just don't go outside at night. But anyways, if you've never heard of it, perhaps I'll show you." He said with a bit of a twisted grin. He then lifted a hand, stuck out his pinky, and said,"Brace yourself, this'll be a long teleport." And then, he flicked his pinky, as he and the others turned into balls of light. They formed into one huge ball of light, and flew off into the sky. The dockworker behind them had witnessed the whole thing, and he fainted as he saw them fly away, going so far and fast, the last sight he saw of them was a twinkle in the distance.

Continue the adventure!