Marie Sparrow slipped into the tavern and wrinkled her nose at the rank smell of rum. How can they drink this stuff, she thought. A monkey ran behind her and held onto her leg. "Why would a monkey be here?" she said in her heavily accented English. Maria had never seen a monkey before, at least not in her native Spain.

"Hand over the monkey, lad." The man was as much a pirate as she could have ever managed to imagine. Except instead of a bird he had a monkey sitting on his shoulder.

"Por qué? Usted ya tiene un mono!" She slapped herself in the head once she realized she had spoken in her native tongue. "Oops—" She picked up the monkey by her feet and ran.

"Catch that Spaniard!" The pirates chased after her.

As she headed toward the dock, she dumped into a couple and hid behind them. "I'm being chased!"

"Barbossa!"

"Will Turner, I suggest you turn over the boy." He pulled out a sword.

"Elizabeth, take the kid someplace safe!" Will pulled out his own sword.

The woman took by the arm and pulled her away. The monkey followed.