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A/N: Hello fellow fan's of fiction! This is my first ever Darkest Powers story – but still, I hope you'll enjoy it!

I will warn you in advance to reading this that the story will be AH/AU and very OOC. The idea of writing this kind of story came to me when my sister and I were having an epic Pirates of the Caribbean marathon while awaiting the premiere of the new movie.

So, I started thinking which characters I would like to write. At last I came to the conclusion that Chloe, Derek, Liz, Tori and Simon could all have their place in this story.

Please review, telling me your thoughts if you think this is worth continuing!

Prologue:

Fifteen men on a dead man's chest

Port Royal

May 20th 1751

The sun was no brighter than usual where it stood in the middle of the sky. Only a pale light lit up the otherwise grey sky. A small bird sat on the windowsill, its beady little eyes watching her curiously.

Chloe watched as the bird cocked its little head to the side and moved its feet against the stone ledge impatiently. The brownish feathers that coated it, looked smooth and soft. She didn't recall ever seeing a bird like that before.

The handmaiden, Tara, who had been making her bed, suddenly looked up. "I'd reckon that bird came from somewhere overseas."

Chloe turned her head slightly towards the woman but her eyes didn't leave the bird. "Why would you think that?"

"Well, miss," Tara began, "I ain't never seen a bird like that here in London."

"Me either." She replied somewhat distractedly.

Tara shrugged and returned to fluffing pillows. "Maybe it came along one of 'em ships that went ashore last week?"

Chloe shook her head. "That's impossible. Those ships were under my father's jurisdiction, I know for a fact that they came from London."

"Then I'm stumped, miss."

The bird spread its wings, revealing a pale white undercoat. It dived down from the ledge, dipping down before flying upwards into the sky.

"Bye, bird." Chloe whispered as she watched it disappear. "Where could you have come from?"

There was a low knock on the door. "Chloe? Are you decent?"

She recognized the voice as her fathers and tightened the white silk robe around her thin waist before replying, "Yes, come in!"

The door slipped in and her father stepped into the room with two handmaidens trailing after him. His face was graced with a rare smile and his dark hair was covered with a wig. "Are you alright?"

Chloe nodded. "Yes, why wouldn't I be?"

"No reason," Governor Saunders waved the two young handmaidens forward. "I got you a new dress. I hear that it's the latest fashion in London."

One of the handmaidens held up a pale blue corset gown.

Chloe was never one for fashion or pretty gowns, mostly because she knew she couldn't hold them up in the same was as other women. For a nineteen year old, she was awfully petite. Her entire frame was small and she wasn't tall either. She did have a nice face and gorgeous long hair. But she was a classic, doll-like kind of beauty, not exactly every mans fantasy.

She eyed the dress curiously, never quite having seen anything quite like it before. The small golden details imbedded in the fabric were divine.

"Well, it's gorgeous!" Said Chloe. "What's the occasion?"

Governor Saunders shrugged nonchalantly but his eyes implied there was more involved. "Does a father need a reason to dote upon his daughter?"

"I suppose not." Chloe was practically pushed into the corner of her room behind a screen wall where she removed her clothing. The three handmaidens worked together when pulling the dress over Chloe's head. Chloe sucked in what little stomach she had when the women began tightening the corset.

"I was, however, hoping that you would wear it for the ceremony today?" Her father said.

Chloe stuck her head out of the screen wall. "Ceremony?"

"Yes," her father said, gazing out the window. "Captain Bae is becoming Commodore Bae and I figured you would want to support him."

"I-I guess."

"Great, he's really turning into a fine man, wouldn't you agree?"

Before she had the time to thing of a response Tara yanked the ribbon tighter, causing her to gasp. "A-and women in London actually wear this?"

"Uh, yes." Her father confirmed from across the room. "It's supposed to be the new big trend."

"I suppose that I can live without breathing," she muttered sarcastically.

…

There was a strong wind in the air and the sound of waves crashing ashore could be heard all the way from where the ceremony was being held.

Chloe's face was flushed as she tried to take as short breaths as possible. It felt as if the corset was squeezing together her lungs which left her close to gasping for breath.

She straightened up and fanned herself with her golden fan when the soldiers pointed their weapons and formed a path for the soon to be Commodore Simon Bae.

Chloe thought that it was a shame that his rare blonde hair was to be covered by a white wig placed beneath his hat. His brown eyes were harder than usual as he swung and fenced with the sword presented to him. The gracefulness in each of his strokes didn't pass her by, but she was too distracted to really enjoy it.

Later on, Commodore Bae asked Chloe if she would escort him onto the balcony that overlooked the ocean.

Chloe leaned slightly against one of the stone pillars as Commodore Bae began speaking.

"You look lovely, Chloe."

She forced a smile and kept struggling with her breath, or rather shortness of such. "Mm-hmm."

"I, uh, must apologize if I seem forward but I need to get this off of my chest." Commodore Bae spoke in a soft yet firm tone. "This promotion, throws into sharp relief that which I have yet to achieve," his brown eyes her hers, "a marriage to a fine woman."

Chloe froze, for a moment forgetting entirely about her difficulties with the corset.

His eyes intensified when he spoke once more. "You have turned into a fine woman, Chloe."

"A-are y-you…?" She tried to get out the words proposing to me but couldn't.

Commodore Bae swallowed noisily. "Yes. Uh, will you marry me, Chloe?"

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her father smiling encouragingly at her. He knew, thought Chloe. I can't believe he knew!

She turned her head away from her father and looked at Commodore Bae instead. She had known him since she was little. Back when he was just Simon and she was Chloe. Could she see herself as Chloe Bae? She could do worse and in Port Royal it would be hard to do better. And he just looked so hopeful.

"Yes," she choked out. The second she spoke that single word… she realized something. She didn't love him.

But it was too late now, she saw her father making his way towards him and the smile that was lighting up Commodore Bae's face… how could she take that away?

So she smiled and pretended she was fine, even if no her difficulties breathing had nothing to do with the torturing device around her chest.

…

At night, when the sun had gone down the sky was a rather charcoal black rather than the dark blue Chloe was accustomed to.

She drew the curtains and blew out every candle in her room before climbing into bed. She drew up the covers to her chin and shut her eyes. At first, thoughts clouded her mind, making it impossible to relax. But after a while she managed to fall asleep.

It was around two in the morning when she was awoken by the dreadful sound of the firing of cannons.

She sat up straight with her eyes wide open.

It didn't take longer than a second for her bedroom door to be ripped open, revealing a terrified looking Tara.

The brunette handmaiden's chest was heaving as she spoke, "Pirates have come to Port Royal."

…

A/N: What did you think? Is it worth continuing? Do you think that I copied the movie too much? Have you guys watched Pirates of the Caribbean and are you going to see the new one?

Don't worry, this isn't a Chlimon story, Derek will soon enter into the plot. Don't you worry!

Please review telling me, well, thoughts and if it's worth continuing!

Thank you for reading!