The room looked like a jail filled with portraits and tables. Even though it was small, the grey color of its marble walls made it look more spacious than it was. I let my eyes inspect the floor, which was the same material as the walls.

Footsteps drawing near snapped me out of my thoughts and I quickly resumed my former task: find something that would save my life.

"Amy, look!"

I swiftly turned around, and my eyes widened with glee when I saw Ian standing next to a dark hole in the wall.

"I'm not sure where it'll take us, but it's our only way out!" Ian told me, his face pale with terror. I'd never seen him as scared as he was in that instant, and I hoped this would be the only time I would.

I heard men outside calling for backup, and I let out a silent shriek. Ian gulped, and I looked back at him.

"Let's go before they enter!" he exclaimed.

I quickly made my way next to him when an unsettling thought crossed my mind.

"What if it's a t-trap?" I mustered to ask. I could hear people trying to open the door to this room, but I'd rather be prepared to fight than to run right into my death.

Ian seemed to consider this, but as soon as the doors burst open, he pulled me inside and began to run.

"There they are!" one of the armed agents exclaimed.

I gasped, and began to run faster. As soon as I did, though, I heard the passageway close and I was suddenly engulfed by darkness…

I gasped, trying to catch my breath as a wave of water crashed down on me, leaving a salty taste in my mouth.

"Gah!"

I was soaked by another wave, this one lighter than the other one, but it still had the same effect.

I heard someone sputter next to me, which made me open my eyes. As soon as I did, though, I wished I could just go back to sleep.

I gasped loudly and bolted right up, inspecting my surroundings. In any other circumstances, the beach would've been beautiful.

I could see the sun setting down on the horizon, tinting the sky a nice shade of pink and orange. The waves crashed down on the orange shore, which made me feel as if this was the set for a postcard picture.

Except for the fact that I didn't know why I was here.

I looked back at Ian, who seemed to notice me just now.

"Amy?" he asked.

I noticed that he was soaked wet from head to toe, and that he looked like a total mess. I guess I looked like that too.

I didn't answer, and inspected my surrounding once more, just now noticing that I couldn't spot any kind of civilization around. I began to feel panic as a million questions popped in my head.

Where was I? Why was I here? Was I…dead? I quickly remembered the dream I had before I was soaked in water and felt my heart stop.

What if my dream wasn't a dream…but reality?

"Why are we here?" Ian asked shakily. I could tell he was trying to keep calm, but he was failing miserably.

I exhaled, and shut my eyes, trying to remember my dream more clearly. But all I could recall was trying to run away from armed men in that tiny room.

I shrugged helplessly. "I…I don't know."

Ian stared at me for a while motionlessly, until he began to rub his temples. "I don't remember a single thing."

"Nothing?" I asked, trying to keep a hopeful tone even if I already knew the answer.

He shook his head, and looked down.

I pressed my lips together and looked around. Even if I wasn't sure that my dream was true, I still told Ian about it. It was some sort of lead, after all.

When I finished, Ian had a pensive look on his face.

"The part of us being chased does seem familiar," Ian mused. "But it still doesn't make sense. Why were we trying to escape? Can't you remember?"

"I'm telling you all I know…and I'm not even sure if it's true. I've had other dreams of being chased around, you know," I answered, plopping down on the sand.

After hesitating, Ian did the same.

He glanced at me with a sigh. "You don't think it's the Vespers, do you?"

I turned to look at him, an alarmed look on my face. "But we defeated them two years ago!"

"There are rumors that a small group of Vespers survived. We could've been kidnapped by them and held as bait like they did two years ago with our family," Ian reasoned.

I crossed my arms, trying not to shiver. "Then why would they leave us here? Aren't kidnapped people supposed to be kept in enclosed places?"

Ian stared at me blankly. "Unless they left us here to-"

"Don't say that," I interrupted, trying to shake Ian's thought away. "We know very well that everything Vespers do are for a reason."

Ian remained silent, and stared ahead at the horizon.

After a while, I did the same and tried to relax. Everything will be fine, everything will be fine…I closed my eyes, trying to empty my head for a while. But Ian's suggestion still lingered in my mind. What if the Vespers had actually left us here to die? What if we were stuck in some unknown island?

I buried my face in my hands, shaking my head lightly. Sometimes I hated more than anything being a Cahill. If I was just a normal seventeen-year-old, right now I would probably be enjoying my summer vacation before senior year. I would be reading quietly in my home, with Dan by my side acting like a ninja (yup, he still thought he was one).

"Amy," Ian began.

I soundlessly looked at him, still leaning my head on my knees.

For some reason, I felt exhausted. And my head had began to throb.

"I think-"

"ANNE BONNY, YOU SNEAKY YOUNG WOMAN! WHEN YOUR FATHER HEARS OF THIS, I'LL MAKE SURE THAT YOU'RE GROUNDED FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!"

I nearly jumped. Had someone just said Anne Bonny?

I turned around, where a fifty-year-old looking woman wearing a long, dull, blue dress was stomping her feet toward me. She soon spotted Ian, and her hazel eyes filled with rage.

"You…you…you slime! Young woman, you already have a suitor! WHY ARE YOU WITH ANOTHER MAN!" She exclaimed, finally reaching me.

She took me by my shirt, and pulled me up.

I stared at the woman with confusion in my eyes. Wait…had she meant me when she called for an Anne Bonny?

Impossible…Anne Bonny was a pirate who leaved in the 1700's. But then again, maybe there are other girls called Anne Bonny right now.

"W-what?" I stammered.

The woman took in all of my clothes, and sighed in a defeated manner. "Anne…I know you hate wearing dresses, but what in the world are you wearing?"

I stared down at my jeans, sneakers and t-shirt. What was weird about my clothing?

"Uh…what I normally wear?" I answered quietly.

The woman gasped, and turned to look at Ian.

"Look…I know she's pretty and all, but how can you tolerate her?" she asked.

Ian frowned. "There must be a mistake. She's not Anne-"

"Oh, I see." The woman nodded. "She's got you fooled, you don't know who she really is! Well, I'll tell you. Her name is Anne Bonny, she's an eighteen-year-old brat who happens to be the daughter of William Cormac, the rich merchant and lawyer with the mansion by the tall hill a few minutes from here."

Ian glanced at me, a blank expression on his face.

"What are you talking about, I-"

"Just shut it, boy. I'm taking her away with me," the woman said.

"No!" I exclaimed, escaping her grasp.

The woman turned to look at me, her eyes wide.

"I'm not Anne…I don't know who you are…I don't know where I am…"

"Quit playing, Anne," the woman said. "I'm Marissa, your housekeeper, you're in Charleston and you're leaving with me now."

Marissa tried to grab me once more, but I took a step back.

I turned to look at Ian, who was still inspecting Marissa with a pensive expression.

"Clarissa-"

"Marissa."

"Marissa…what year is this?" Ian asked, placing two of his fingers under his chin.

Marissa scoffed, rolling her eyes. "1720, you idiot!"

To: Anyone Reading/From: HMC/Subject: Author's Note.

Hey, guys! I just wanted to clear some things up:

• This story will be told in Amy's and Ian's perspective. Maybe I'll add some of the others clue hunters' POVs, but that idea isn't so clear yet.

• Everything mentioned in this chapter about Anne is true...except for Marissa and Anne's suitor. I'm not even sure if Anne had suitors before she married James Bonny.

• Everything involving the 39 Clues series belongs to its respective authors...not me.

I got this idea after re-watching the awesome Back to the Future trilogy...and I hope you like this chapter :) And, yes, I'm a new author, so constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. Also, feel free to suggest any ideas. Arrivederci!