Okay clever clogs! You got me! I cannot understand Bill Nighy's Scottish accent so I put the wrong word. But now I've like integrated it into the story lol!

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Erm…so I'll get on with it then!

"Do you feel death?" The voice asked. Now, as I was soaked, cold and half drowned I was not in the most agreeable of moods.

"I don't know what does death feel like?" I snapped, trying to pull my head away but the hands just gripped onto my hair and pulled. I gasped and started trying to pull their fingers free.

"Erm……no. I asked do you FEAR death actually." The voice sounded rather (metaphorically speaking unlike myself) wet to be honest. It was an English guy and he was obviously important.

Shame he didn't sound it.

Lol.

"So, do you fear death?"

"Wow…..tuffie."

"Excuse me?"

"Tuffie as in a tough question. It's not the sort of thing you get asked everyday." I was off on one. In one of my sarky moods. Considering the circumstances it probably wasn't the best option. But I continued. "So can I ask the audience or do I get 50-50?"

Emily stop now.

"And how much is this question worth? £2000 0r £32000?"

EMILY THIS IS YOUR BRAIN SPEAKING. SHUT UP NOW.

"This question is worth your life."

O-kay. Maybe I should have shut up.

"But seeing as you cannot make up your mind," The voice continued, "I think a spell in the brig will make things much clearer." The men behind me pulled me up, clamping hard on my arms. I still couldn't see properly, just a hazy mist where this guy was talking. I hung limply in the sailors' arms as they dragged me into the dark opening in the deck.

"Let me out. Let me out. Let me out. Let me out. Let me out. Let me out!" I chanted banging my head against the bars.

I'd been shut in here for ages. I wasn't sure of the exact amount as my watch had stopped working after my near death experience. I could see now at least, but that wasn't much good. All I could see was that the ship was big and made from wood. The sailors had decided to ignore me after I hadn't shut up. I'd asked for a towel but to no avail. I was still soaking wet and shivering.

I fell back, bored out my brains and lay on the wooden floor.

Gah.

So this is what eternity feels like I guess.

I hope mum brought her mobile to work or they won't get her to tell her of my disappearance.

Mobile?

MOBILE!

I jumped up and dived on my bag. My mobile! I could phone mum!

I found the phone. I tried to turn it on but it wasn't working.

I opened the back and poured out like, a litre of water.

Great.

I pulled out the battery and stuck it in my armpit. They do that on all those survival shows. Maybe it'd dry out.

But what could I tell her? 'Oh help mum I've been kidnapped by these dudes on a wooden ship.'

Because that's believable.

I started pulling things out of my bag to try and dry them. School books…..lay them out flat, hope they're not completely ruined. My packed lunch…..I opened the box and almost gagged from the smell of sea water. Not edible. I threw the box to the corner of my cell in disgust. Magazines…..great, my collectors' edition of the NME that I'd just bought was ruined. And my copy of Sugar. I lay them out with my school books, hoping they'd dry. My iPod……huzzah! It's not saturated! I popped in an ear phone and to my delight heard Scissor Sister's Kissing you off.

At least I have music. I won't go nuts now.

"Can you please be quiet? You're disturbing the crew!" A man in a bandana-y thing had suddenly come down to the brig.

He seemed mad.

I was singing very loudly to O-Zone, Dragostea Din Tei. Y'know, that song that goes Ma-aya-hee, Ma-aya-hoo, Ma-aya-hoh, Ma-aya-ha-ha…..lol. I love it. But I don't think these guys do.

"Key-pull tehw she
dra-go-stya din tay
mya-min-tesk de o-key tay!" I sang, my face in-between the bars.

The guy came really close now. He had long, dark hair and a lickle beard. He was wearing really old fashioned clothes, the sort you see in those old pirate films they show on channel five on Sunday evenings.

That's rather freaky.

Freakier was the fact he looked just like all my uncles like, put together.

Weird.

"Can you please shut up?" He asked again.

"What's the magic word?"

"Now?" He pulled out an old fashioned pistol and pointed it at me. I screamed and slunk back as far as possible from the bars.

"Thank you!" He put it away and turned and walked back up the stairs. I was shaking (you would be too if you'd just had a gun pointed at your head!) but angry.

That's not the way to treat prisoners. Isn't there the Geneva Convention?

I ran to the bars and screamed up at him. "OI! Fancy pants! I want to see the guy who's in charge here! I'm sure treating prisoners like that is illegal!" I shook the bars a bit too. The guy came running back down.

"Good! Glad to see things shaping up here! Now take me to the guy in charge!"

"The captain?"

"Yes, that's the one. I want to complain about my unfair treatment."

"Well, isn't it lucky that you're talking to the captain right now?"

My mouth dropped.

Oopsie.

I have dropped myself in it now.

He just stood there, arms folded across his chest. I had no idea what to say.

"So what's your complaint then Miss--?"

"Why should I tell you my name?"

"It's a common courtesy."

"Not were I come from."

"Just say it. Believe it or not, I like to treat prisoners kindly." He was smiling as he said this. I scowled at him but if I'm going to be locked up here might as well comply eh?

"My name is Emily Susie-Mae Turner. And before you ask anything I wanna know what the deal is with this ship? It's freaking me out!"

The captain's eyes had gone very wide as I said my name.

"Did you say 'Turner'?"

"Yah. Tis my name."

"What's your father's name?"

"What? It's Bob Hastings." This is weird. This guy is looking at me like he recognises me but doesn't know quite who I am. And so what if my last name is Turner?? It's just a name!!

"And your mother's name?" He asked, his face close to the bars.

"Anne-Marie Turner. And why? It's just our name. It's not important."

"Do you have anyone in your family named Elizabeth? Or Will?" He asked insistent.

"Man, I don't know! No one in our like immediate family I don't think." He looked unhappy for a second then walked back up the stairs again.

Then I remembered that weird ancestor mum had told me about last week.

"Hang on wait a minute! I do, I just remembered!" He pelted back down again.

"You do?"

"Yeah my mum showed us the family tree last week. There was three guys on there called William."

"Were they all father and son?"

"Yup."

Suddenly, he shouted down someone else to unlock the cell. The door was thrown open.

"Follow me!"

"What? Why?"

"Just follow me!" He grabbed my arm and dragged me along. His hand was digging in rather and it hurt but I didn't say anything. I was too busy trying to keep up with his strides! I didn't even notice where we were going.

"Will my stuff be alright down in that cell?" I panted. He nodded.

Wow…..such a great talker.

But I don't see what the deal is.

So what if three people in my family over 200 years ago were all called William Turner?

Anyways, this captain dude (He knows the names of people in my family and myself but I don't even know his) dragged me to the big bit that is like the captain's office. It was big, dark and smelt really rank, like old seaweed. A massive portrait of a young woman was on one wall. The captain dude looked through some old boxes but I stood at the bottom of the portrait. She was dressed in dead old fashioned stuff and was really quite pretty.

"Beautiful, isn't she?" I spun round to see the captain guy looking up to the portrait his eyes shining. He had a scroll of paper under one arm.

"Wha? Oh yeah. All the lads at school would think she's fit as." He looked a little confused at the phrase. He's in his twenties I reckon, he should know what it means.

"Yeah, she's erm beautiful." I echoed what he'd said. He nodded, happy with what I'd said and flung out the scroll of paper on the table.

It was a family tree. A big family tree. A very familiar looking family tree. I peered at and realised it was my family tree.

"Look! There's your mother." The captain pointed to a leaf right at the bottom. Where I knew it was.

"Yeah I know that….look what has my family got to do with you?"

"My name is Will Turner."

"Annnnnnd? There must be a million families out there called Turner. It doesn't you're the same family as me."

"See this one?" He tapped the family tree. The leaf that represented the family 'joke' (BAD joke more like) William Turner II.

"Yeah. And?

"That's me. I'm Will Turner. Your ancestor."

Pull the other one mate.

It's got bells on.

My expression must have given away what I was thinking as he said next "You don't believe me do you?"

To which I replied "Of course not. That guy has been dead for what 250 years? Show me some proof!"

"I….in your house is there an old box?" I nodded.

"With something in it that the family don't talk about?"

"There's Grandma Carrie's jewellery box……no…."

He was talking about that box.

Ew……

"That box……it's got that thing in it….is that yours?"

He nodded.

I felt so sick.

Ew.

His heart... the guy stood right in front of me, his heart was in a box in my loft.

I walked backwards, hand over my mouth, trying desperately not to puke all over the floor.

Gah!

I carried on walking away from him. This was sick.

I walked straight into a wooden beam.

I heard my skull crack and I fell forward onto the floor.

I saw this great x63 grandfather run forward as my vision was clouding for the second time today.

Then everything went black.

Please review/yak/stuff lol

I know it's not as good as the first one

But I'll probably rewrite it if you all think it's crappy