READ THIS: Hey, this is a fanfic written for a fanvid - this means I don't a own bloody thing, not even this story! Too sad... ;) The vid is out on YouTube, made by the beautiful and talented Belle2714 (that's her nickname out on YT, so don't try to find her here). Please check it out! I've also - couldn't resist it, even if it's not my idea of a story - made a trailer for this long time ago. That's also out on YT, my nickname is the same as here: tdkigha. This is all thanks to miss Belle2714, as I think you've already discovered, and therefore I owe her for every annoying mail and disturbing nag I've made myself guilty of! Hopefully she'll be able to forgive me, but I wanted to tell you all that even if this story is already 18 pages long, it may not be finished...!! Tell me what you think of this first chapter, and maybe (if you liked it!) I'll give you some more. The story takes place before AWE, just so you know - might be quite confusing otherwise. Hope you'll like it!

It was a late night in the harbour of Port Royal. The soldiers down the port stood close to each other not to freeze in the ice-cold breeze. Mullroy and Murtogg, standing near the empty harbour, held on to their guns and pulled their hands underneath their arms.

"Yeez! It's cold as hell!" complained Mullroy.

"I thought it was hot in hell," said a very confused Murtogg.

Mullroy gave his mate an irritated look. "It's just something you say, stupid! He turned to the ocean again, tried to see anything through the thick mist. It was an unusual cold, dark night in the Caribbean tonight. No one of them could remember such a severe cold in their entire lives.

"Well, it would sound better if you said 'it's cold as the North-Pole' or something."

Mullroy sighed. "For Goodness sake! I don't care if it sounds right or not – it's something you say, alright! It's always the same way, I should ask for someone else to work with…"

"Shut up, Mull."

"Don't tell me to shut up, you bloody…"

Murtogg put his hand over Mullroy's talking, cold mouth and hushed him.

"Shut up and take a look over there!" Murtogg ordered and pointed at the mist. His eyes were staring at it, and Mullroy was forced to look that way as well. At first he couldn't see anything but the same thick mist and the arctic blue ocean.

"What the hell are you shouting for?" he wondered aloud, irritated.

Murtogg just took his arm and shook it to make his mate quiet. "Can't you see it?"

"What? What is it I should see?" Mullroy almost shouted.

"Over there!" Murtogg pointed once more. "The shadow."

"What sha…"

Suddenly Mullroy could see the big, dark shadow break through the fog. It was as if it blew the mist away, beneath itself and disappeared. They peered, trying to see the object from which the shadow came from.

And soon, in just a couple of seconds, the contours of a black ship appeared in front of them. It held a high speed, and both Mullroy and Murtogg were afraid that it wouldn't get the time to stop before it would crash into the port. They would have screamed had they not been frozen by the cold and the sight of the ship.

"Is it a… a…" Mullroy whispered.

"Ghost sh-ship?" Murtogg filled in.

"Yeah?"

Murtogg swallowed.

"I don't know."

To their relief the ship slowed down just a couple of metres away, and for a long time nothing happened. Murtogg had to move, so he took a small step towards the creature meanwhile Mullroy was protesting.

"What do you think you are doing?" he hissed like a scared child. "Come back, you fool!"

"I recognize it," Murtogg said with a low voice. From where he stood he could see the black sails, hull and mast. "Maybe not as dark, but… Something is really familiar…"

Mullroy started to wave with his arms.

"I have a bad feeling about this!" he shouted. "Don't go any further!"

"Wait…"

Before any of them got to say anything more, the gangway was dropped into the bridge with a loud bang. Mullroy couldn't stop the shout that escaped his mouth, and Murtogg stood frozen, his eyes fixed on the gangway. A thick layer of dust mixed together with the mist, and the cold grew even worse.

The coldness reached its climax when they could see a boot covered foot step out on the gangway, soon followed by another. With heavy, hard steps that made the wood creek and bounce underneath the sudden weight echoed through the entire port. Murtogg took a few steps backwards, and Mullroy shivered in fear.

At first the man who came walking down the gangway was just a shadow against the black hull, but when he started to go towards them and lift his dark head to face them they both stared with opened mouths.

"Mull…"

"Not now, Murtogg!"

It was so cold, and the man seemed to release the icy air within his body. A sudden breeze made his long, dark hair fly all about his face. A long, almost black coat flapped after his heavy steps and it clinked from his belt for every movement.

Soon he stood right in front of Murtogg and looked him in the eye. Murtogg could barely see the man's eyes, and both he and Mullroy shuddered when the man opened his mouth and said with a cold, surprisingly hoarse voice, "I'm here to visit Mrs Turner."