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Anyways, on the story begins.

The Mysterious Passeridae

Chapter One

The Betrayal

A shadowy figure moved slowly through the abandoned hut. The lone flicker of her candle was a horrid way to light a hut that normally was golden with light. She did not have much time nor did she know exactly what she was looking for which made her job quite a bit harder. She moved in such a motion that her boots which were used to walking on a boat at sea made no noise at all. Her eyes quickly moved from object to jar to object in search of the supposed key that her Captain, Captain Prewett, was in desperate search of. She had her own reasons to wanting the key, a reason that she had not seen in years but a debt was a debt. She was obligated to fill her debt so he no longer held his life saving story over her no more.

As she made her way back further and further into the hut, she noticed that a wall had collapsed outward allowing the moonlight to cast its' beams on a table that had eight empty glasses that seemed to be left over from a gathering of some sorts. Her drawn sword glinted in the moonlight as she walked into the light. She noticed something beyond the table. She moved towards the objects like a moth to the light. On a partially hidden table were dolls…dolls that she could only believe were voodoo dolls. She moved her candle closer to see if she could recognize any of the such figures that were on the table in front of her. Although, she did not recognize any of the dolls, she still was tempted to pick up one doll whose clothing was different on one side of the body compared to the other. One the right side of the figure, it was wearing what it looked to be the Royal Navy's uniform but it was blue indicating rank. The other side was also blue but tattered and worn clothing. The notion of a pirate quickly entered her head but the half and half clothing was strange to say the least.

A creaking of wood from behind her sent a shiver down her back. She raised her head slightly as she gripped her sword tighter. In fluid movement, she turned as quickly as she could raising her sword to eyelevel with who ever had tried to sneak up on her. Her sword was met with equal ability as their loud crash of metal contact sent almost a shockwave of emotions through the hut. Her fear and fieriness meeting his annoyance and superiority blew out her candle leaving only the light of the moon and the glint of their swords.

"Who would be slinking into this hut to stick you Colette?" Captain Prewett commented as he struck a match to light his youthful face. Colette quickly lowered her sword to her superior who obviously grew impatient to her searching. "I am pleased that you found her hut but I am assuming that she left nothing here worth plundering?"

"No sir, just trinkets of no value, at least that is what I assume," Colette stated with a hint of anger on her lips. She had hated Prewett since he had cheated her out of her money to make it back to England three years prior. But he still could not trust her, after what she did for him for taking her money. Granted, he shouldn't trust her but who's really counting the points for and against who needs to trust who.

"Thank you for your help Colette but we'll take it from here," he said with a nod of his head. The men from the ship flooded the small hut. Panic rose through her throat as she realized that Prewett was just using her to find the hut of her mother's friend. Two of the men grabbed Colette and dragged her to the back. The taller of the two released her as he kicked out the door. The other, a dusty blond, pushed her hard right out the hole the other created. Her sword went flying one direction while she went another. The men laughed as the blond went for her sword while the tall man grabbed Colette's ankle and began to drag her to the river away from the hut. Her kicks were fruitless against the strength of the brute dragging her. Sticks on the ground raked at her skin as the ground grew softer with moisture. Colette fought at the ground with her fingers trying to find a stick or anything that could be used as a weapon against the brutes of pirates that were dragging her back to the lagoon. Her fingers wrapped around a decent sized stone that was smooth like it had just washed up from the waters. Colette's shirt caught on a root and was pulled up exposing her back to the rough ground. She tried to arch her shoulders in a way to keep her back off the ground but there were too many roots to keep her off the ground. And as quickly as she was dragged out, the pirates stopped moving bringing her to an abrupt stop. Colette sat up, using her elbows to sit in more of a comfortable position rather than one of forced labor.

"So, what are your plans now, is it really worth what you are going to do versus what you could do," Colette rattled off hoping that the two could not hear the shaking of her voice. The tall pirate frowned as the blond pirate turned to her.

"What do you mean," he asked as he pulled a rope out of the bushes. Colette swallowed her pride and took a deep breath. She cocked her head like her brother taught her with a hint of a smile. These two were definitely not the brightest pirates in the chest of gold and Colette knew exactly the steps she needed to take to move her way out of this spot of trouble. The voice that interrupted her thoughts next completely destroyed all of her plans.

"What she means is you have given her a way to escape by dragging her on the ground. But unfortunately, she probably did not notice the second ship that made bluff by your own as she foolishly searched the hut by herself," A third voice introduced. Colette did not need to look too much to her right to notice that the three pirates were now surrounded by guards of East India Trading Company. "Heavens, did I forget to introduce myself. Lord Jameson is the name; I believe that you met know my friend quite well Colette. You definitely are not what I expected; I at least thought you would look slightly more like your brother." Colette finally let her eyes rest on the long winded Englishman who looked nothing like his friend. They both were tall but he was blond compared to Captain Prewett's dark locks. Lord Jameson had an air around him of complete and total control, one to which Colette was honestly worried about how she would get out of this mess whereas with Captain Prewett, she did know of some weaknesses. With her leg still in the air, Colette wiggled her toes and tapped her fingers. She honestly felt completely screwed.

"Well, now that you have found us and this is useless," Colette paused, throwing her rock aside that she had wrapped her fingers so tightly around. "And how might a pirate be any use to a man of the law?" Lord Prewett allowed a tight lipped smile to grow on his face. He was not used to a woman of Colette's daring but it was a new age. He had many plans for her, the main in which was a fast drop and a sudden stop while he watched but she might prove more useful than she appeared to be.

"Bait," he whispered. A quick nod and the two other pirates walked away while to men of the company quickly grabbed her arms and pulled her to her feet. Shackles quickly were produced and clamped tightly on both wrists. Colette rapidly searched her mind for the meaning behind the word bait. The only thing she could think of had to do with him, and he was someone that she had not seen in years.

"If it is him you seek, how do you know he will come?" Colette shouted as boats appeared in the lagoon just beyond their standing.

"Because he will, it just will not be you but you have just become one of the most dispensable of the creatures that we have located," he snarled. Was he speaking in ridiculous riddles? Colette was beside herself as they pushed closer to the boats. She tried to push her feet into the ground to slow the progress to the ugly ships that waited off the banks. The East India Trading Company's flag flickered in the windy bay as Colette debated if this could be her final adventure in the Caribbean.

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