A/N: Hey all! Ok, I got this story back, but I've changed it a lot thanks to this DEAR website of ours. I hope you all still like it just as much as the original! Just imagine yourself as Alexandra, that always works, right? Again, I apologize for changing it, but I have no choice.

Disclaimer: Don't own Jackie-poo, never have, never will..... -sobs- And I own nothing that seems familiar to you!

Chapter One: He Died? Oh well...

"Alexandra! Come down at once!"

"Yes, mother!" I shout back to Mother. Marking my spot, I set the book I was reading down, then rush down the stairs. I find her sitting at the dinning table, the almost full moon shining through our windows and onto the table. "What was it that you wanted, mother?"

She hands me a piece of parchment, emotionless. I look at her strangely, but read the parchment to myself:

"Dear Lily Taylor-Barbossa,

Your brother, Michael Barbossa, has been found dead. After many years of piracy, he has managed to gather quite a load of riches. It is now been passed to you, but we suggest you give it up to those who really need it. We believe he should not have engaged into piracy, but we send our sympathy to you because blood is much thicker than decisions. We hope you choose what to do wisely.

Our sympathies..."

The list went on about the "important" people of Port Lofty. I shake my head. "Oh please, 'suggest you give it up to those who really need it'? Honestly, who do they think we are?"

"It doesn't matter anymore." Mother stifles a sob.

"Oh, goodness, mother," I say, exasperated, "I know he was your brother, but seriously, he was always up to no good! He never spoke to us ever since he went off to become a pirate! He wasn't even at your wedding, for Christ sake!"

"I know, but he was still my brother," she replies sadly. "Please excuse me. Once father comes home, tell him about it. Dinner is already cooked, it's on the stove. I'm going to bed early tonight."

"Alright, Mother," I sigh. "Good night."

She only nods, then goes upstairs slowly. I roll my eyes, but shrug. 'Who cares, anyway? Yes, it's a sad thought that someone related to me has left this world, but it seemed like he was never related to you in the first place.' I begin to set the dishes for only my father and myself, when I hear the door slam.

"I'm home!" shouts the voice of my beloved father.

"Hello, Father," I say as he steps into the dining room.

"Where's Mother?" he asks.

"She decided to take an easy, she has had a very trying day," I reply, now setting out the silverware.

"Really now? And why is that?" he asked, taking a seat.

I place the parchment I read not very long ago in front of him. "Read it."

I go into the kitchen, grab the chicken and salad, then go back into the dining room. I place the food on the table, then go back into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of wine. I also go into the cupboard, grab a glass, a cup, and water for myself. I go back into the dining room yet again, then see my father's crestfallen face.

"Oh, for goodness sake, Father. I've never even met the man, and neither have you! I honestly don't see what all the fuss is about!" I cry, incredibly annoyed, placing the wine and the glass in front of the man.

He sighs, then just says nothing, going straight into his meal. I shrug again, then begin to eat also. After about fifteen minutes, I finish dinner, then leave the table, for it is Father's turn to take care of the dishes (since we're a middle class family. Not too rich, not too poor, however, we have no servants).

I go on up to my restroom, taking a quick bath. When I've finished, I stepped into my night wear. I think to myself, 'If I didn't know any better, I would think that we're leaving tomorrow to bury my dear uncle.' I go back into my room, pick up the book I had set down, then lie in my bed, under my blankets and begin to read, trying to get my mind off everything.

The Next Day

I feel the sun's rays shine brightly on my face this "lovely" morning. I groan, trying to hide under my sheets and attempting to fall asleep again. After about ten minutes, I give up. I hate sunshine, Hell, I hate daytime! I sigh, then swing my long legs off the bed and into my slippers. I stretch, yawn yet again, then make my way to the mirror, my eyes still adjusting to everything. I stand in front of my beloved mirror; and seeing my horrendous hair, I quickly comb in out. I hear a knock on the door, then say loudly, "Yes?"

Mother comes in, holding a beautiful black gown. "Wear this. Wear it until we reach Port Royal."

I sigh, "Why Port Royal? And why must I wear this? It's lovely, Mother, but I couldn't possibly wear this for a month's voyage."

"It is to show that you have at least the slightest bit of emotion in your heart, Alexandra. All I ask is a month, nothing more," she states simply. "Now put it on, quickly. We will be leaving for the ship in a few hours."

She hands the gown to me with, lo and behold, a corset. "Oh, bloody hell, mother. A corset?!" I shrill. "These things could strangle you alive, I'm telling you!"

"Rubbish! And don't speak such phrases! Now go and make yourself decent enough so I can help you put it on," Mother snaps.

I grunt in a very unladylike fashion, but hide behind my screens, slip off your night gown, then struggle through my bodice. After it fits over my body, I wince, "Alright, I'm ready."

Mother comes around, then puts the corset around my body. I hold my breath, then feel her professional fingers slowly tightening it more and more. After what seemed to be hours, I finally hear her say, "Done. Now put on the dress and meet us out the door in a little bit. Bring what you will, but we should be back home in three months at the most." She leaves my room, slowly closing the door behind her.

'Goodness, she's much colder than usual. Probably because of dear Uncle Michael,' I think to myself as I begin to put on the lovely gown over my shrunken stomach.

Half an hour later

I look at myself once more, satisfied. I can barely breathe, but I think I don't look all that bad in black. I study my too-small waist one last time, then grab my things and run downstairs. Once I get outside, I see that my parents also dressed in black (surprise, surprise) with a coach in front of them. They turned around and said, "Get in," while grabbing my things. I obediently climb in, sit down and wait to be taken away.

On the ship...

I'm sailing away, watching my beloved Port Lofty shrink into the distance. I look away from my window and stare at my trunk, the name "Alexandra Bethany Taylor" forever carved into it. I lay in my not-very-comfortable-but-temporary bed, thinking to myself, 'Oh god, this "adventure" will be absolutely BORING.'

Elsewhere...

"Wher' we be off ter, Jack?" says Gibbs.

"We'r goin' visitin'!" says Jack. "I believe an ol' friend of ours is gonna be quite surprised when he sees us at his weddin', eh?"

Gibbs grins. "Aye, sir."

A/N: Alright, changed it and checked it over to make sure I got it all right. Thanx to all my readers from before, and I hope you guys still like it! Please review and I'll get the new chapter up as I can! Love you all!