Copyright:I dont own Bones or Pirates unfortunately!

'Don't you love this Bones? All the sun, sand, historical sites? It's relaxing,' Seeley Booth said, stretched out on a sun chair. 'There's nothing better then Jamaica.'

Temperance Brennan murmured in agreement, not wanting Booth to break her relaxation.

'Who chose Port Royal, anyway? I want to congratulate them.'

'That would be me.' Camile Saroyan had sent all of the team of this little holiday, saying that they all needed a break. Of course, Brennan was the person who least wanted to go, making excuses of unidentified bones and worried families, but no-one listened. They packed her bags for her. Brennan was actually enjoying the holiday, all the 'sun, sand, and historical sites' as Booth had said. He was right.

'Anyone want a drink?' Hodgins asked, moving only his head to see an answer.

'If you'll get me one,' Brennan said.

'Whatever,' Booth answered.

'I don't want to move,' Angela replied. Hodgins took that as a yes.

'Sure,' Cam said.

'Thanks,' Zack responded.

In other words, everyone, Hodgins thought. Getting up, he groaned. 'Oh, I hate moving.'

'Go!' all five of them said at once. Hodgins moved off.

'Isn't it nice? No bones, skin, death, dirt. Just plain old sun. I could get used to this. Hey Bren, want to move here with me?' Angela asked.

'I'd love to, Ange. But as a matter of all the bones -'

Everyone groaned. 'No bones stuff, okay Bones? This is a bones free holiday. Gosh, who can talk about bones more then you can? Its weird, Bones.' Brennan was counting how many times Booth had said bones in that sentence. She got lost after 3 times.

'You know, pirates used to use this island as a base for their treasure, but it was all stolen. Some famous pirates have been to this island, that's why there are swords in a lot of the buildings.' Angela said.

'I always wanted to handle a sword when I was a kid, but instead held test tubes and science books,' Zack replied.

Hodgins arrived. 'Here's the drinks!'

They sat in silence for a while, sunbaking. All was quiet except for the cry of seagulls and the chatter of children at the water.

And then they heard a new sound that made them all sit up.

A scream. Terrified. Not just one of a lost child, but a scared, horrified scream. Brennan had heard that many times before.

Jumping up, they all ran to the tide, the source of the noise. There they found a teenager, around 15-16, blonde, white skin, in a bikini, with a child, no older then 10, also in a bikini, holding a spade. A huge hole was dug before them, no doubt one dug for absolutely no reason at all but fun. It was the teenager who was screaming. Brennan reached her first.

'What is it?'

The teenager pointed in the hole. Booth closed in on it.

'Oh.'

In the hole sat a skull.

'Good you're here, Bones! That's coincidence.'

The teenager looked up to see what he meant. He looked at her. 'It's her nickname. She's an anthropologist. She'll work it out. What's your name?'

'Sky. This here is my cousin, Sally. We were just digging, and then her shovel hit something hard. I took a look, and there it was.'

Brennan looked up. By now the other squints were surrounding her. And the whole crowd on the beach. 'Angela, go grab my bag. Hodgins, find some gloves. Booth, get my jumpsuit out of the bag. Zach, clear the area.' Angela came back with Brennan's back pack.

'Gees, Bones, you carry this with you everywhere? What's with you?'

'It's always good to be prepared.'

Booth opened the bag and got Brennan's jumpsuit, then gave it to her. She pulled it on. She heard Zack yelling for everyone to get back. Hodgins handed Brennan her gloves, and she pulled them on as she bent down into the hole. 'This is a pretty big hole. Must have taken awhile.'

'Yea, we've been at it for hours.'

Brennan pulled out the skull. 'Mid 40's to 60's. Male. Missing teeth. We need more of the bones to determine what happened.' Reaching into the hole again, she dug around where the body was. After 20 minutes, she had the whole skeleton.

And a bottle.

'What's that?' Booth asked.

'A common alcohol bottle.'

'Junk?'

'If it's buried this deep, I'd say not. I'll bag it and check it out. Is there a coroner of hospital around here?'

'Yes the hospital is about 10 minutes walk away, down that street.' Sky pointed. 'Are you going to look at the bones?'

'Yes,' Brennan answered, 'to determine who it is.' She stood up. 'We'll need to examine these at the hospital. Angela, Cam, Zack, sorry but you guys need to get back to the Jeffersonian after we take a look at the bones. The equipment is better there. We should be down shortly anyway, as soon as we know cause of death.' They nodded. 'Alright, let's get to work!'

The squints and Booth all followed Brennan to the hospital. Upon arriving, a doctor in his 40's greeted them. 'How may I help you?'

Brennan held up the bag of remains. 'These were found down on the beach. I would like to examine them, unless you have equipment or people to do otherwise.'

'And so why are you so important to come into my hospital and tell me what I will and won't do? Who are you, anyway?'

'My name is Temperance Brennan. I am a forensic anthropologist. Here is Seeley Booth, FBI, Angela Montenegro, Jack Hodgins, Camile Saroyan and Zack Addy. They're my forensics team. I am a specialist, and unless you have a coroner or other anthropologist I suggest you let me look at these bones.'

The doctor stood there, stunned. 'Of course. I've read your book, Miss Brennan. I believe you know what you're doing, so follow me.' The doctor led them to a white, brightly lit room. Inside it were 2 silver tables, an x-ray machine, and a few other machines Brennan recognized. 'Being only a small town we don't have much equipment, but you're welcome to whatever you need.'

'Thankyou, Dr Zently,' Brennan said, reading the label on his white coat. She moved towards one of the silver tables and lay out the remains. Dr Zently coughed then ran outside. Booth stayed in the corner, not wanting to interrupt the squints. They themselves sorted the bones into their structure.

'Bones seem to be damaged here, on the left rib, with what looks like multiple cut marks. Stabbing?'

'Could be. The marks show signs of a sharp instrument, maybe a knife or sharp tent pole,' Zack said.

'Fracture to the ribs. They look like they were crushed, like somebody jumped on them just to make sure they were dead.' Angela turned away slightly. 'Also a stab to the pelvis. This definitely looks like a stabbing. Jack? Did you get any samples of the surrounding sand?'

'Sure thing, Dr Brennan.'

'Zack, I need you to identify the weapon. Angela? Face?'

'Sure, hon.'

'Booth.'

'Uh-huh.'

'Any ideas?'

'Um, I... question people?'

'Well done. Who?'

'Aren't you meant to tell me that?'

'Yes, well. Until we find the identity of this person, you're not really much help.'

'Exactly.'

'Okay. Cam, can you run back to the hotel and grab our stuff? Ange, did you bring your laptop?'

'Of course. I can start the face.'

'Good. Cam?'

'Okay, I'll go. It's only a few blocks, anyway.' Cam walked out of the room.

'Alright, so you squints just do what you do. Whatever that is.'

'We need to identify the structural sig-'

'Okay, fine, Bones. Just, go squint, or something. No technical talk around me. It's weird. I only speak English, okay?'

Brennan ignored him, focusing instead on the bones. Zack was peering down at the left rib where the marks were. 'These cuts were definitely made using something sharp. We could look for a long knife, or triangular pipe.'

'Why do you say long?'

'Well, the cuts are made the whole length of the bone, suggesting the object had to pierce the whole way through the skin, cutting the bone at the same time.'

'The longest knife I've ever seen is a butcher knife, but that doesn't seem long enough. Wait, this guy was buried on a beach, right? On a famous old pirate island. Angela, what did you say before, on the beach, about the pirates?'

'They used to live on this island. They used it as a stronghold, stored their treasure. But the treasures gone, why did you want to know.'

'Because this guy was found on a beach, with an alcohol bottle, around 50, and multiple stab wounds on his bones, made by a long sharp object.'

'So?'

'I say we're looking at a pirate!'

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