Disclaimer: Don't own POTC:DMC

And, as a random statement, I would like to say that LORD CUTLER BECKETT IS TEH HAWTEST OFFICER IN THE EAST INDIA COMPANY! WOOO! Okay…

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Lexus opened her eyes to find she was under a large piece of wood. She blinked, sitting up as far as the piece of wood would permit. She could hear rain, felt the wet ground under her hands. She looked around, seeing a large piece of white linen covering the wooden table she was under.

Lexus dropped to her stomach, looking out over the rain-drenched cobblestones to a group of old-fashioned shoes standing under some kind of covering a ways away. Voices could be heard.

"Here it is, the warrant for the arrest of one William Turner," said a cold deep voice. A proper-sounding older voice piped up.

"But…th-this warrant is for Elizabeth Swann," it said.

"Oh that's annoying. Arrest her," said the cold voice.

"Under what charges?" exclaimed a distressed woman's voice.

"Here is the warrant for William Turner," said the cold voice.

Lexus furrowed her brow. Why had something in her attic sent her here?

I also have a warrant for a Mister James Norrington, is he present?" asked the cold voice.

"Commodore Norrington turned in his resignation some months ago," said the worried voice.

"That doesn't answer my question," said the cold voice. "Oh, there is also a warrant here for a Miss Robin Turlo. Anyone here by that name?"

"Robin Turlo hasn't been seen for a year at least. Escaped on some kind of flying ship," said the woman's voice in an angry calm. Lexus's head was spinning.

"Mom?" she whispered to herself. Obviously if these men were against Robin, they were against Lexus as well. She slowly began to crawl backwards underneath her table, creeping out the back of the tablecloth and turning, the rain obstructing her vision.

She seemed to be on a kind of ancient fort on a cliff. Looking over at the covered area Lexus spotted about forty men and women, dressed in corseted dresses and knotted bowties and tricorn hats. It looked like one of those historical movies of the revolutionary war.

Lexus crept behind the sopping tables to the far wall, moving out into the middle and looking over the edge. Large waves were violently crashing into a group of sharp rocks next to the cliff at the bottom. Lexus's eyes widened.

"OY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP THERE?" came a yell. Lexus turned around in shock, tripped, and fell over the edge of the fort, falling towards the rocks below.

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"She's where?" asked Clay.

"She found the MDT and went back to a year and a half after I was," said Robin frantically. There was a pause.

"…We're not going in there after her are we?" asked Troy. Robin shot him a look.

"Yeah, we are," she said. "So get the billowy shirts, boots, and overcoats."

"Dear Lord…I ain't going back to before technology," said Leon. Robin rolled her eyes.

"Fine, you can stay. We need someone to get us back anyway. Troy, Clay, you're coming with me."

"And we need earphones. They worked last time," said Clay. Robin nodded, ushering him off to get the needed supplies. Troy rolled his eyes.

"How is it that anyone, if their last name's Turlo, gets in some kind of trouble where me and Clay have to go save them?" he asked no one in particular.

"Hey, you should make a business. Troy and Clay, the TS's," said Leon.

"TS's?" asked Troy.

"Turlo Savers."

"Oh shut up," said Troy, walking out of the room.

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"My Lord, she's awake."

"Good. Leave us."

Lexus stirred, opening her eyes blearily. She seemed to be lying on a bed in a large room with the curtains drawn to reveal a sunny tropical bay and a 17th century town. She sat up, blinking in the light, trying to remember where she was. Then it all came back. The cop, the thing in the attic, the arrest warrants, her mother's name.

"Welcome, Miss," said a familiar cold voice. Lexus grabbed the blanket for security as a man with cold grey-green eyes, pale skin, and a white wig walked in, observing her passively.

"Who are you?" asked Lexus quickly.

"The question is who are you, Miss," said the man. Lexus pulled the blanket further up. "Don't be worried. A fisherman nearby rescued you and my guards brought you up to this room. You have been unconscious for a day. The governor's maids have hung your clothes out to dry and given you one of the governor's daughter's nightgowns."

Lexus kept her mouth closed, though she lowered the blanket a fraction. The man smirked, crossing to a chair, and taking a seat.

"Like I have already asked. Who are you, Miss?" asked the man. Lexus thought for a moment.

"Lexus…" she finally said. The man leaned forward.

"Do you have a last name, by chance?" he asked.

"…Donner," said Lexus, remembering Clay's last name. The man leaned back, his eyes still on Lexus.

"Lexus Donner…pretty name," he said. Lexus inclined her head a fraction.

"And yours is?" she asked.

"Lord Cutler Beckett of the East India Trading Company," said the man. Lexus nodded, though she had no idea what that was. "Where are you from, Miss Donner?"

"Well…from here…this town," said Lexus hesitantly.

"Do your parents live here as well?" asked Lord Beckett.

"They…are on vacation," said Lexus. Lord Beckett raised his eyebrows.

"Vacation?" he repeated.

"Oh yes…they have both gone to…north to…visit…an old friend," said Lexus.

"You seem nervous," said Beckett.

"You're making me nervous," said Lexus.

"I often have that effect on people," said Beckett. "Now, have you ever heard of a Miss Robin Turlo?"

"Who?" asked Lexus quickly. "Er...no, I haven't."

"Just a question I had to ask. She arrived almost two years ago out of nowhere in the middle of Port Royal wearing odd clothes, same as you," said Beckett.

"Really? Well…that is a coincidence," said Lexus. Lord Beckett nodded, standing and looking out of the window.

"Feel free to leave whenever you feel. But do keep an ear out for any news of Miss Turlo. If you hear anything, just report it to me or my guards and we'll be sure to reward you somehow."

"Thank you, sir," said Lexus.

Lord Beckett stood, bowed briefly, and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Lexus waited a moment for the footsteps to recede, stood up, grimacing at her nightdress, and walked towards the door. She looked out, peering down the hallway. Footsteps suddenly sounded and she withdrew her head, rushing back to her bed and climbing in. A moment later a maid dressed in a maroon and white-laced dress entered.

"Mornin' Miss. Can I get you anything?" she asked. Lexus hesitated.

"Er...might I get my clothes back?" she asked. The maid nodded.

"And if you want anything else besides those odd rags you were in, Lord Beckett has provided a few dresses that are in that closet there," she said, curtseying and exiting the room.

'Rags?' thought Lexus indignantly. 'I paid $80 for those clothes!' She walked over to the closet, opening the door.

Inside hung, as the maid had said, three dresses. One was purple with large sleeves and poofy skirts. One was wine-red with red trimming and seemed to have les-poofy skirts than the purple one. The last one seemed only for daywear, comprised of a white billowy shirt under a navy blue overskirt that strapped over her shoulders. All in all, Lexus decided that the 17th century had odd taste in fashion and decided to go with the wine-colored dress, just to avoid suspicion the first day she was there.

A minute later the maid returned with her dip-dyed navy-to-pearly-white peasant skirt and white ruffle halter-top.

"Er…I think I'll wear one of these today," said Lexus, pulling out the wine dress.

"Oh, alright. So I'll stay and help you with the corset then?" asked the maid.

"The what?" asked Lexus.

A while later Lexus found herself being suffocated by a demonic device that was wrapped around her middle and pulled tight with strings to make her body look slimmer than it already was. After the torture was over, but sustained, she slipped into the dress, hiding her other clothes under the mattress of her bed before walking out of the room to explore the strange new world.

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