Hiya the Ashbringer is BACK! New chappy :3 its kinda long for those that like long stories :3. So keep reading! I already said disclaimer in the first chappy so it is kinda redundant if I kept doing it... ALSO! REVIEW AND RATE :3 I need advice :3 also I finished this story a good hour ago on Document word...idk if I want to post the rest. So tell me if I should :3

A Change In Scenery

(Strange man's POV)

The strange man held the folded cloth to her face. He hated it when he had to do this type of thing.

'She fights like a bloody wolf cornered,' he thought amused to himself as he slung her over his shoulder.

He moved her back to her office and duck taped her to her chair. She was going to be out for quiet some time.

"Calypso! I know ye are here," he growled quietly.

"Dat be true, Witty Jack Sparrow," Calypso said (Yes! This is the lady giving Alex the heepy geepys)

"Why did ye bring an innocent person into this?" Jack snarled, looking dangerous and dropping his pretend drunken slur.

"Witty Jack, Davy Jones be back, dis girl be de only one tae help ye and yer Bredern Court. She nae belong here Jack, she is destined tae be a pirate. Her fadder is Capn' Jonathan Phoenix," Calypso answered back icily.

"Have ye forgotten? After fooling us into drinking out o' the fountain o' youth, we saw many a millennia pass and some o' the Pirate Lords be dead from suicide!" Jack snarled a little louder.

"Dat be true, but Davy Jones be back and young Turnah be missing. I will send all of ye back in time tae fix what has been wronged in yer time and ye can return bein' yerselves. Barbossah and yer fadder be outside dis room," Calypso said and disappeared after a strike of lightning lit up the room.

"Bugger," Jack cursed.

He looked over to the unconscious figure in the chair. Her head was dipped forwards to her chest, her hat covering her face. Jack frowned, he had stopped trusting girls after losing his heart to the Whelp's wife and having it broken to a million pieces, granted he had a reputation to hold up so he continued to live as a womanizer.

"Witty Jack, drink dis an' make sure dat yer crew drink dis as well. Dis will help ye find wat ye heart truly desire," he remembered Calypso saying to him, handing him a bottle of strange liquids in it after three years after what most pirates would call the Battle of the Maelstrom.

Jack scowled. He drank it with his crew without a second thought. It wasn't until twenty years have past did they realize they weren't growing older. Some saw it as a blessing but not for long. Many of the men of the Black Pearl had bonny lasses of their own and when they died some committed suicide to stay with there loved ones. The only ones left from his old crew are Joshamee Gibbs, Anna-Maria, and a few men of his men. All of them were scattered around the world. He went back to Shipwreck Cove and had the shock of his life. Apparently Calypso also gave the Brethren Court and its Keeper a 'drink' as well. His Da was right, immortality wasn't all that it was cracked up to be

A strange noise started him out of his memories. A soft quiet moan from the girl made him instinctively reach for his gun. A heavily ringed hand clamped itself down on his shoulder.

"Jackie boy, this is NOT how a Sparrow acts like," the gruff voice of his father, Edward Teague Sparrow, said behind him.

His father stood at 6'0 ft tall with an elaborate red coat. He wore an ensemble of a white shirt, brown pants, and dark brown boots. The sailor's kohl making his eyes look dark, cold, and calculating. He had dreadlocks filled with expensive trinkets and crosses. It was obvious that he was armed to the teeth with his multiple guns and cutlass.

His father walked over to the desk and moved her hat up, out of her face. He stared hard at Jack.

"Jack, care to explain why this lass is all tied up considering the fact we have to WIN her over NOT scare and kidnap her?" Teague grated out.

"Jack, What do ye think ye are doin'?" the rough scratch voice of his mutinous ex-first mate-now-captain-of-his-own-bloody-ship Hector Barbossa, came from the doorway.

Jack glared at him. He was still dressed the same. He was dressed in a white shirt, a pair of light brown boots, dark brown pants, a rich velvet vest, a long gray overcoat and his weaponry...Oh, and don't forget the damned monkey, Jack.

Jack was thinking of something to say back but couldn't. He looked at his father. His father glared at him hard and turned back to the woman duck taped to the chair. Teague pulled out a knife from his boot and cut her free. She shifted a little and lifted her head, a very sleepy expression was written all over his face. Jack felt his heart do a flip.

'Oh, Bugger! Here we go AGAIN!' he thought tiredly to himself.

(Alex's POV)

I felt someone cut me loose from my chair. I lifted my head up and was face to face with a monkey. I jerked in alarm.

"What the HELL? Who let a monkey in my office?" I yelped in alarm.

I slowly remembered everything. I warily looked around me. I didn't remember anything past the parking lot scenario. I warily looked at the three strange people...PLUS the monkey.

"Okay, that is the LAST time I do an archeology dig in the Caribbean," I groaned, rubbing my face.

I heard chuckling, not a malicious laugh, but a warm laugh. I removed my hand and found my personal space was being invaded. All three of the strange men were seriously like five inches from my face. I quickly backed up in alarm. The one in the center had dreadlocks and a very flamboyant red jacket. The other two consisted of the one who knocked me out, the other was an older man with a monkey on his shoulder. He looked Portuguese and had a scraggly wise expression.

I stood up and took a wary step backwards, very alarmed. The strange necklace bouncing around on my neck. This caught the attention of all three of the strange men.

"Lass, where did you find that?" The one who tackled me asked while taking a step forward.

I took another step back, glancing at the unlocked, open door to the men several times. Then before I could make a dash for the door, the Portuguese man swiftly slammed the door shut and locked it.

"Trust me, I really don't know! If you want it so badly then take it! Its been giving me massive headaches with its stupid God damned ringing noise!" I exclaimed.

I took another step back, trying to keep a good distance from all three of them. I involuntarily placed my hand on one of my hidden pistol. They noticed the movement before I realized I left my hand on one of my hidden pistols.

"Now lass, I don't think ye would want to pull that gun...or the multitude on ye now would ye?" The strange Portuguese man said, chuckling.

'Time to jet! There is a time to run and boy I better go!' I thought frantically, looking around my very familiar office.

I took another step back, scared...me! The Great Alex! Oh how my boyfriend would laugh.

"Belay that both of ye! Ye both are scarin' the lass!" red coat person scolded the other two.

Red coat turned towards me and said friendly like, "Now, lass, we never introduced ourselves. I be Captain Teague Sparrow, That man with the monkey be Captain Barbossa, and over there be Captain Jack Sparrow, Now how about yer name missy?"

I hesitated and said, "Alexandra Spears, Professor Spears. Now can someone explain why I am in my office with all of yall?"

"Good question lass, Hows this, They cease all hostility and you hear us out and ye will stop trying to run for it. Now, do we have an accord?" This...Teague person smiled and stuck out his left hand.

"...um...sure," I said unsure and warily and slowly shook his hand.

I tried to pull my hand back but this Teague person held it in a vice grip. He saw that stupid ring. He froze and I felt my hand going numb. I jerked my hand again to make him let go. No dice, he only held on tighter. I grimaced a little and pulled harder. He finally let go, looking thoughtful. I looked warily at him, I still took another step backwards. Then, like lightning he grabbed my arms and handcuffed me in front.

"WHAT?" I screeched and thrashed around to get out of his iron grip.

He smirked and said, "Pirate...never said that I would stop hostilities."

I blanched and pulled harder. He yanked hard and I dug my heels in. He yanked my jacket and my vest off and swiftly disarmed me of every single gun on my body...except for the one in my satchel...which happens to be examination room. He piled all of the guns on the desk and all three men whistle long and low in admiration of the huge pile of weapons on the desk.

'Next time, I keep my Friggin' mouth shut!' I thought very angrily to myself.

My eyes flashed, turning a deadly dark gray, so dark it was almost black with very large streaks of red lancing through. No one noticed me, still focusing on the guns, Teague let go. I dashed to the window and jumped out. I saw Shaun enter his car. He spotted me and asked no questions. He opened the door to the shot-gun seat. I vaulted myself in and he floored the gas and we shot off.

"Alex! I thought you were going on vaca!" Shaun said while going of 40 on the highway.

I panted hard and replied,"...Trust me, I planned to, care...care to take me to my parent's over in Memphis?"

Shaun nodded. I rubbed my face and took my hat off. The stupid shackles jingling. I took one of my bobbing pins out and swiftly picked the lock within 5 minuets I got them off. I smiled tiredly. My smile turned upside down. On my right wrist was now a tattoo of rolling waves. I looked hard at the handcuffs, inside and out. There was no indication of ink or needles, just smooth, cold iron. I frowned very confused and pissed. Never had tattoos or rings, this will really give my parents something to get upset about...Oh Joy...I sighed, put my hat back on and sat silently as we for 36 hours, occasionally helping out when we refilled on gas, reaching Memphis. I was sleeping, my head dipped forward, my legs crossed, and my arms folded. I felt a poke. I opened my eyes and saw my parent's "home". I grimaced.

"You know, most people enjoy being home..." Shaun said after seeing my face when I woke up

"Most people don't have Tyrants for parents. Hey Shaun...do you have any of your old biker gloves from when you were in that Motorcycle gang?" I asked while securing my hat on my head.

He wordlessly hands me a pair of tan colored gloves that were well worn out and they definably hid the new strange markings. I smiled appreciative at him.

"I owe ya one, I'll return these," I said gratefully.

"No prob! Keep the gloves, I have no use for them anyways, seeing as I gave you my old Harley anyways. Need anything else?" Shaun asked kindly.

"Yeah...Can you phone Mary or Emmanual to grab my bag? I accidentally left it in the room with the archeology artifacts...can you find my pistols as well? I seemed to have misplaced them I would really HATE to see that some kid went trigger happy with my gear," I lied, feeling slightly bad.

He nodded and drove off while familiar faces all surrounded me in ecstatic happiness radiating off of them.

"Miss! Miss! You are home!"

"How was your trip, miss?"

"Do you have a new story for us?"

"Do you require anything?"

"Miss! Miss! Your parents want to see you!"

The nonstop flow of chatter made me grin slightly, my eyes turning an amused light green.

"Yes! Calm down! I'm home for a short while...yes, Jeeves, I want sleep! Elen, please tell my parents I need sleep, considering the fact its two in the morning. Also...URGH! I missed you!" I blurted the last part and pulled everyone in a bone crushing hug.

These people were pretty much my family. Jeeves, the butler who was more like my father, a graying old man taught me to stand against my parents and was a retired military jujitsu teacher. Elen is like the smallest sister, I constantly cared for her everyday before I left...I guess you could call me a tad bit protective, she used to be a secret service sniper. Finally, Joe, my "Body guard", he is my age and is my boyfriend. He tended to the bruises my father made and my mother's drunken slaps(...see after I told them I wasn't going to conform to the rules of society they got violent and started to drink...) He taught me self-defense and gave me my first gun. He was so proud at me when he gave it to me on our anniversary of our dating, I seriously thought he was going to cry. He gave me private lesson immediately and it turns out I'm a crackshot, constantly hitting my mark after practicing an hour a day.

I walked up the familiar path with dread...(Or more like trudged). I quietly opened the door and walked up the huge expanse of stairs and made my way to my old bedroom, just like I left it. It was full cameo styled inside with a simple bed, not to big, not to small. I had a few electronics like my laptop and stereo and my little bookshelf over my bed. I smiled and shooed everyone away. I stripped my boots off and tore my hat off and threw it on my desk. I took my vest off and unbuckled my holsters. I unpinned my hair and let it free. I went to the bed and fell down on it and fell fast asleep.

I fell asleep in a dreamless, blissful sleep, but the strange ringing noise that had stopped had returned with a vengeance after I had gotten about 6 hours of sleep. Apparently, Elen also thought I had enough sleep and was tickling my nose with a feather.

"Alex, Alex, wakey wakey!" Elen said while giggling.

"Don't wanna, leave me alone," I grumbled and turned around to sleep some more.

I felt my covers being ripped off. I opened my eyes and growled feral-like. Joe grinned and handed me a cup of coffee and kissed my lips.

"Is that anyway to greet your boyfriend when he gets your most favorite drink in the world?" he said jokingly.

"Hmmmmmmmmmm..." I trailed off teasingly and I took the drink and sipped it appreciatively.

I spotted Elen holding my stolen covers and rolled my eyes in her direction. She just smirked at me.

"You up for some shooting practice?" Joe said in his deep voice, laughter hinting in his strained undertone.

I smiled and kissed him and replied, "Why not, I haven't practiced in a while."

I pulled on my boots and plopped my hat back on. I slipped my vest back on and pulled my holsters on and slipped the gloves on before Joe could see my strange markings. The new maids crinkled their noses at my choice of wardrobe and one spoke.

"Wouldn't Ms. Spears enjoy much more suitable clothing of her station?" a maid asked warily.

Jeeves, Joe, Elen, and I all stared at her and we all busted into laughter until tears ran down our faces. I exited the room still laughing and in a good mood. The ringing had completely stopped. I walked down the numerous stairs with Joe next to me and Jeeves and the rest of the maids trailed after us. I rolled my eyes and walked to the back door. I nearly make it out the door...then my father clears his throat behind me.

"So, you have come home," he said in a cold unfeeling voice.

I smelled the stench of meth and grimaced.

"Yes, I have come home as a vacation to visit my friends," I replied back equally in a cold voice.

"So, will you stop acting like a child and marry to help us increase our wealth?" he asked icily like he didn't know the answer

My eyes narrowed and turned so gray they looked black and the red streaks were really prominent in my eyes. Of course he doesn't care about me...just about more money. I glared at him in an unspoken HELL NO! He slapped me, Cutting my cheek right below my left eye...deeply.

"INSOLENT BITCH! your sisters have all married and helped your poor mother and I!" he roared, his voice obvious that he is high.

I took the hit stoically, learning long ago that if I argued back I would be whipped. I threw the door open and exited. I was shaking in rage.

"Can this day get any worse?" I hissed.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Joe. He kissed me gently to smooth my ruffled feathers slightly. He handed me a gun and I took it in a gloved hand. My good mood completely gone. We walked out to the empty field in the back. I loaded the gun and took my stance. Jeeves stood next to the table holding a variety of objects. He threw multiple things in the air. I let my mind go into a blank sharp shooting state, letting all of my rage and anger out. I continued to destroy things and switched out my small pistol for a rifle. Jeeves threw up six fruit. I prepped the gun swiftly and shot 5 of the fruits. I ran out of rounds. I pulled out my hunting knife out of my boot and threw it. I Caught it dead center and it landed in my hand. A huge applause from the new maids erupted. I rolled my eyes. The fruit in my hand was a green apple. I took my knife out and ate it content. I placed my knife back in my boot. Target practice was over. I saw the edge of an elaborate red coat out of the corner of my eye. I swiftly turned my head in that direction. I saw the comfortable sight of a maid and a butler speaking to each other. RING! RING! I pulled my spare phone out of my many pockets.

"Hello, this is Professor Spears, to whom do I have the pleasure of speaking to?" I said into the phone in greeting.

"Alex, its Shaun, I found your bag and your guns but ALL of the stuff you found is gone!" I heard Shaun yell franticly.

"Shaun, Breathe! There will always be other archeological finds! Hey, how soon can you get here?" after commanding him to chill out.

"Urm...actually I'm at the Memphis International Airport right now," he said sheepishly

"Okay, I'll come pick you up. You have my bag? Do you have a lot of stuff on you?" I asked.

"Yes to the first, no to the second," came the reply.

I looked at Joe and mouthed if he wanted to come. He nodded.

"Aight, I'll come in my Harley," I replied back.

I ended the call and flipped my phone shut. Jeeves handed Joe and me a pair of sunglasses. I took my fedora off and walked to the shed holding all of my 'babies'. My Harley was a beauty. It was a XL 1200N Nightster with a few tweaks. She Wasn't way to big and flashy or two small and stupid looking. She was just right. I grabbed a rag and wiped some of the dust off of her, to the horror of the maids. Well... most of the maids, Elen just stood there amused. I grabbed my hat and placed it under a secret compartment under my seat I installed there personally. I grabbed my tan riding jacket from the hook and slipped into it and placed my sunglasses on, Joe mirroring my movements. We rolled our bikes out to the front and...my dad was there again. He wordlessly punches me. I heard Joe quietly rumbles in an angry growl. I threw my leg over the bike and started the ignition up and my baby roared to life. I grabbed Joe and kissed him tenderly...I couldn't help myself he is just so damned perfect! Man! I love him! I ended the kiss and floored it. The much missed feelings of freedom and speed flowed through me. I was going well over the speed limit. Joe was right beside me looking as cool as ice, his wild blond hair flying everywhere. We were both going 40 over the speed limit...I guess we should be considered lucky considering the fact that we passed by no police were around and rush hour wasn't happening. We drove for twenty minuets before reaching the airport vicinity. I slowed down and drove up with Joe behind me. I drove to the terminal exits and entrances and spotted a familiar face.

"Hey Shaun, how was the flight?" I asked taking my glasses off, Joe mirroring my actions as well.

"Boring, The seats were really stiff and we had three drunks on board. So who is this fella?" Shaun said pointing at Joe while handing me my bag.

I smiled at Joe, his blue eyes sparking.

"This guy is my Boyfriend, Meet Joey Smith. Joe meet my co-worker, Shaun Lao" I replied back.

I smiled at him briefly and grabbed my bag. It felt strangely very heavy. I opened the bag and saw my guns, my phone, my archeology tools, and...My eyebrows shot up at this...Another letter. I blanched. I swiftly closed my bag and faked a smile. I also put it under my seat. Joe offered him a seat behind him. Again, out of the corner of my eye I see the corner of an elaborate red coat. I felt a strange feeling on my wrist. The smell of sea salt barraged my nose. I violently sneezed.

"Bless you, Ya know what? Lets go to Beale Street and get some something to eat, this way we can talk a little about some of this archeology Alex has been ranting on for years," Joe said jokingly as Shaun got on the Motorcycle behind him.

I rolled my eyes in exasperation and pulled my glasses back on. I floored it once more and within thirty minuets we ended up going to the Hard Rock Cafe. The snooty matron sniffed at us disdainfully. Shaun and Joe was arguing very loudly with the matron who was yelling back. Finally I had enough. I stepped in between them to stop it before it went to blows. I showed the matron my ID and he paled fast. He apologized a 100 miles a minuet.

"Calm down! Just get us some seats!" I growled irritated, my stomach growling.

He stumbled over his feet and showed us to our seats and hastily summoned our waitress. We ordered our meals and within 5 minutes the food came out. We ate in silence. I finished eating first before the other two men who were glaring at the matron.

"I hate pulling rank on people," I grumbled to Joe beside me as I finished my ice cream.

"I know, but darling that man deserved it," Joe said good naturedly.

Shaun chuckled a little into his burger. I cracked a grin but it quickly faded to a grimace, I felt blood seeping out of my scar and it stung slightly. I made my way to the restroom and took my gloves off and washed my hands. I grabbed a paper towel and made it damp slightly and cleaned up the cut father put on me. It smarted. I looked in the mirror, my tattoos were still there. I sighed defeated and looked back down to wet the paper again to clean up my cut. I tenderly cleaned it and felt my skin. I felt it sting and smart. That's going to leave a HUGE bruise on my face and a scar to boot...Now its going to be way easier for the mafia to identify me...great... I looked back at the mirror and froze in horror again. The creepy lady was back...over my shoulder. I looked behind me in panic...No one was there. I looked back to the mirror. I sighed in relief. Nothing, nada, Zippo, zilch. I dried my hands and my cut would scar terribly but it stopped bleeding which was a good thing. I threw away the paper and moved to slip my gloves back on. I stopped, there was now a strange black ship on it, sailing on the oceans. I quickly slipped my gloves on and turned to exit. I ran into a person.

"I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed and tried to walk around.

"A touch of destiny be about ye, Alexandra Spears. Learn to embrace yer 'eritage," I heard behind me.

I swiftly turned on my heel. The creepy woman was back and was grinning at me like the cat who caught the canary...and unfortunately that canary is me

"Why won't yall stop buggin' me? I'm just an archeologist! HELL! I bet you are a hallucination from stress or from Pops beating me," I whispered a bit panicked.

My hand flew to my cheek where the bruised skin was making it self know to the world. Everyone around here knew how bad my parents were but because they owe them practically all of their money to them, they had to keep quiet or have an "accident".

"You know what? This is prolly some elaborate hoax! That's it! I'll just go and..." I said excited at first but I trailed off, There was no one there...

"Creeeeepppppppyyyyy!" I mumbled nervously and left the restroom.

I walked back to our booth and sat next to Joe. He placed a comforting hand on my shoulder and looked worriedly at me.

"Hey guys, lets go on another archeology dig, just us. Yall up for it?" I asked out of good will...and to calm down...

"Why not? You keep going on about how great it is, I might as well go and experience it myself," Joe said jokingly but serious at the same time.

"Sure, but won't Mary and E get mad?" Shaun asked.

"Nope, They know I constantly go out on expeditions. A word of warning this is very dangerous. I know Joe can handle it but I'll understand if you want out," I warned.

He shrugged and responded, "I'm an old biker, Alex. I'm fine with a little of excitement."

I smiled broadly.

"Excellent! I'll take care of the expenses and gear. Joe will take care of weaponry. This will only take a few hours so do you mind if we go to my house for a while?" I asked.

He shrugged and nodded. I got up and paid for our food and we exited. I put my sunglasses back on and got on my bike. Joe kissed me gently before mounting on my other bike with Shaun. I started up my ignition again and floored it once more. I flew off like a shot. I swiftly forgot the restaurant incident and the ringing in my ears was ignored. My eyes were a light blue full of content and freedom. For about thirty more minutes we rode in silence to my "home". We reached my house and this time only Elen and Jeeves ran out to greet us.

"Miss! Your mother has just returned home and demands to see you and threatened to kill a maid! Your father was yelling for you as well!" Jeeves yelled over the roar of my engine.

"Alex! Your room had been broken into. Funny thing is that they didn't take anything but left a whole bunch of junk around your room and a sack on your bed," Elen told me

"Tell 'mother' that unless she stops drinking she won't see me. PERIOD. Tell 'father' I'm disinclined to acquiesce his request. Oh, and Jeeves I want you to get three plane tickets to somewhere random. We are going out to do some extreme archeology," I said to answer some questions and to give out orders.

I paused...then realized something...

"Wait, Elen, did you say someone BROKE into MY room?" I said in alarm.

She nodded and said, "Yeah, and left big bag on your bet for some reason we couldn't open, nor could we move it."

I popped the hidden place under my seat open and grabbed my hat and rammed it on and slipped my bag over my side. I quickly armed myself of the guns from my bag and jammed them into my holsters. I saw Jeeves running back and wheel our bikes away to the side. I broke out into a dead sprint into the house. Shaun was behind me while Joe was beside me, pulling out a hunting rifle and handing it to Shaun. We make it up the stairs. I stopped abruptly. I put a finger to my lips and pulled out two guns. Joe pulled out his German Walther 99. I loaded my pistol and the two men behind me primed their guns as well. I quietly stalked to my room. I reached my door. My lock was blown clean off. A black powder substance coated my door. I used one finger to wipe some off. I sniffed it. Gunpowder. I grimaced. I motioned everyone to back up. Elen was there holding a 12 gauge shotgun and Jeeves was holding a mace can. I placed my finger to my lips. They nodded. I backed up and kicked the door open...

My room looked chaotic. All of my books were flung open to very random pages, my walls were covered in bullet holes that spelt out 'Pirate', my floor was covered in sea shells and sand, and on my bed was the dreaded bag. The smells of the sea barraged me once more. A strange feeling erupted within me and I flinched. I quickly put my guns in their holsters. I touched the bag, my eyes a wary silver. The bag reopened to the strange cutlass, pistol, and clothing. There was now another letter in it and the creepy chest was gone. The letter had the emblem of a sparrow flying over 7 waves of oceans over a setting/rising sun. I opened it

"Lass, You can't run forever. T'would be best for you to start embracing your heritage, Also, we have the chest so don't worry about that," the letter stated coldly.

The letter fell out of my fingers in shock. I quickly regained my composure.

"Jeeves, sorry but change of plans. Get us 5 tickets to ANYWHERE, I don't care where the hell it is but get us out of here! I want all of us loaded with weapons and a suitcase. Elen, go get the money. Jeeves, The bikes and remove this bag!" I commanded and my tone made it clear that even if they argued it wouldn't help what. so. ever.

They all scurried away, Following my orders. I swiftly picked up some of the books. I looked at some of the titles. Some of the books weren't even mine! My eyebrows shot up fast.

"The Adventures of Captain Jack Sparrow? The Pirata Codex? What the hell? These aren't mine! All of my Books are at the University and I'm sure that I never bought a book about pirates! All of my books aren't even closely related to pirates!" I told Shaun.

Joe nodded, "Yup, I should know. She dragged me everywhere on our first date so we could get some old manuscript about the Ark of the Covenant."

I rolled my eyes, but smiled at the memory.

"Well, who ever did this is trying hard to grab your attention," Shaun said, his rifle out and ready to shoot at anyone he perceived as a threat.

I nodded. I heard shuffling behind me and I swiftly pulled my guns out and pointed them in front of me while I turned on my heel. It was Pops...

"Alexandra Spears! What is the meaning of this!" he roared drunkenly at me.

I placed my guns back in their holsters. Joe mirrored my movements and Shaun lowered the rifle. My eyes grew dark gray with very broad stripes of red. Shaun scowled at Pops, his old biker experiences making him more dangerous than what he regularity looks. Joe was growling feral-like again. My old man didn't catch the hint.

"BITCH! HO! SLUT! WHORE" (Etc...yall get the picture... lets just say he cussed me out worse than a dog) He yelled at me.

I closed my eyes. The ringing was back. I could almost hear the words, it was so clear. I opened my eyes and caught his hand inches before it hit me. My eyes were practically scarlet.

"My apologize, 'father', that I didn't end up like the puppets my sisters ended up becoming. My Apologizes, 'father' that I don't have a rich boyfriend. MY APOLIGIZES, 'Father' that I grew up independent and strong, NOT because of you or 'mom'. For eighteen YEARS you made my life a living HELL! The constant Beatings and slaps! For the past 5 years I worked as a professor and as an archeologist, for 5 years you tried to force me to quit the one thing I found joy and happiness in. So Guess what, 'FATHER' seeing as my other six sisters are taking mighty fine 'CARE' of you and 'mother', you won't see me ever again! I'm leaving permanently and I'll get some random butler to tell you after you sober up!" I growled in a very deep country burr, letting go of his hand out of my tight grip.

My Da stood there in shock. There was a huge applause outside the door. All of the old maids and butlers stood there, some crying, some cheering. I quickly strapped on my spare guns. I looked over at Joe. He was staring at me in great pride. My eyes turned slightly purple. I rammed my hat back on and slung my satchel over my shoulder. Shaun offered me back the rifle.

"Keep it, Trust me you are going to need it," I whispered to him.

He nodded. I pushed passed my shell shocked 'Father' and made my way to the foyer. Jeeves was all ready in his old training clothes and Elen looked like she used to. A US sniper.

"I took the liberty and turned in our resignation letters, lets go," Jeeves muttered.

I nodded and exited out of the front door. The feeling that a burden has been lifted filled my very being. My Harley was on the parking lot with 4 of my other bikes. I started mine back up. I placed my hat and satchel back inside my compartment. I got up on my bike. They all got on the others. I started mine up.

"Well, Shaun, now ya know why I hate this place," I said through gritted teeth.

Shaun nodded and I floored it again and drove off to the air port. I rode up front, Shaun and Joey rode behind me and Jeeves and Elen rode at the very back. We made it to the Airport around 5:00 PM. I dismounted, grabbed my hat and satchel, and paid one of the airport service men to ship our bikes ASAP to our destination. My eyes were still gray but no red streaks tinted my eyes.

"Lets go, here are the tickets," Jeeves said, handing us our tickets.

It was to a place called Port Royal, somewhere south of Jamaica.

"Sorry, Only Tickets I could get split second. Everyone else was booked," Jeeves said sheepishly.

I shrugged. We went to the terminal. Within 3 minuets we boarded the plane. I tipped my forward and sat down on my seat with Joe next to me. I took a nap the rest of the trip.

(Jack's POV)

Jack looked across the long isle to the sleeping figure. Jack, Teague, and Barbossa had stalked Alex from the time she left. Alex's face held a long cut from where her father punched her. Jack growled quietly from his seat. He almost shot her father when he was hidden in her room. Even though he was beat every now and then, his father never took it to that extent.

His eyes darkened even more as he saw the big man next to her kiss her gently. A strange feeling flooded Jack Sparrow that he never felt before. The big man whispered something in her ear. She raised an eyebrow, Her mouth quirking up slightly in amusement. Jack felt his heart flip again. She was laughing quietly, her voice enchanting like a siren's song.

Teague glanced at him, amused. Jack continued to glare at him.

"So when do we confront her?" Barbossa grumbled a little, his monkey had to ride as cargo...

"When we land," Teague replied amused

Jack nodded and said, "Gibbs will be waiting for us."

Barbossa nodded and fell asleep. Teague rolled his eyes. Jack took a nap as well, dreaming of his proper time with Alex in proper pirate clothing, sailing next to him across the 7 seas.

(Alex's POV)

I woke up from my nap about three hours later. I yawned tired and my face ached a bunch! I tenderly touched my face. I felt the dull ache of a deep cut on my face. Joe leaned over and kissed my gently, like when we were little teenagers hiding from the fancy parties.

"I love you, don't worry we'll get through this," Joe whispered to me.

I lifted an eyebrow, my mouth quirking up into a smirk of amusement, My eyes changing to a deep lavender color.

"Sounds like someone is getting worried," Elen sang softly behind us.

Jeeves just laughed quietly. Shaun chuckled quietly as well. Joe blushed and lightly pushed Elen playfully. I tried hard to hold back my laughter but it bubbled up and I laughed long and quietly. My eye color changing to a bright playful blue. I looked over out the window and saw the open seas. A sense of longing hit me like a bullet train when I looked at the rolling sea. Then the sea had a dark shadow underneath it. Then, without warning a ship leaped out of the water, it was a horrifying thing. It was ragged and the man at the wheel was the monstrosity of a man from my dream on the plane. I froze in horror as he seemed to glare straight at me. I moved quickly and closed the window with a snap. I took a deep breath to calm down. I faked a smile and walked to the restroom. I stripped my gloves off again and washed my face. I glanced at my wrist again. Now, the tattoo had a strange phoenix that seemed to flow gracefully over my hand. I quickly pulled my gloves back on. I exited the room and went back to my seat. The stewardess was announcing that we will land in about 10 minuets. I re-buckled my seatbelt and looked at Joe, he looked very antsy.

"Something wrong, Joe?" I whispered poking him playfully.

He tickled me back. I laughed and slapped his hand away gently and he gave me his trademark grin. My own mouth quirked upward.

"What do we do when we get there?" Shaun asked just as I felt the plane descending.

"Well...I did promise you an archeology dig but, I highly doubt we will find anything here...I guess we can all take a vacation. Personally, I know Elen and Joe here wants to go to the nearest gun range. So I guess that will be our first stop. Then we wing it from there, We will stay for about a week, then we do some REAL archeology, yall cool with that?" I asked everyone.

They all perked up and Joe and Elen smiled competitively.

"And here we go again," sighed Jeeves exasperatedly, rolling his eyes.

"If I win, I take Alex on a Girl's night out, JUST the two of us," Elen said as the gentle bump of the floor told us we landed.

"And if I win, I take Alex on a date, JUST the two of us," Joe said as we all unbuckled our seatbelts.

"You know what, I think I'll join in too. If I win, I go on a date with Alex...Just the two of us," Shaun said mischievously.

I rolled my eyes skyward and laughed loudly and good naturedly. We all exited the plane onto the airport laughing. I asked the lady up front if there was a gun range around here.

"Closest one is near the old fort next to the old manor round here," the lady responded.

I nodded my thanks and went to go pick up our bikes. The airport was quite small and quite homey. I claimed my bike at the pick up and rolled it out, the others also retrieving the other four bikes. Then I realized...I had no idea where the hell this fort was! I spotted an old man with very impressive sideburns, looking wise, outside.

"Excuse me! Can you tell me where I can find the fort round here?" I asked as I mounted my baby.

"Ya can't miss it! Its past the first stoplight on the left near the ole mansion," the old man responded in a queer accent.

I touched the brim of my hat in thanks and floored it.

"Thank you! have a nice day!" I yelled as I drove off to the impressive stone structure.

The roads weren't concrete so it was slightly uncomfortable as the drive went on. We arrived at the huge structure at around 20 minutes later. We all parked and locked the tires just in case. We walked the rest of the way and found an open field and next to the field was the big foreboding building next to it. I walked to the building and entered. I smelt gun smoke and saw the separate stalls set up with cut outs of men with targets labeled in several different kill areas. Joe went to rent the separate stalls and several of the field targets. Joe went to a random stall and took out his gun and took his stance. Elen, Shaun and I took different stalls. I put my specially headphones to keep my ears from going deaf and pulled out my hunting glasses out and switched out my sunglasses for them. I pulled out two pistols and took my stance. Elen, Shaun, and Joe all took their guns out and took their stances as well.

"Ready...Set...GO!" Jeeves yelled.

I rotated between my left pistol to right pistol constantly hitting dead center at a fast pace.

'TIME!" Jeeves yelled.

I set my guns back in their holsters, pulled off my headphones, and took the hunting glasses off. I walked up to my target to survey my handy work. I had several head shots and the rest were dead center heart shots. I looked over at Joe's, his were all dead center heart shots, Elen's were all head shots, Shaun's were scattered all over the chest...all of them kill shots...

"Err...Who won?" Joe asked confused.

I felt the cold steel of a barrel behind my head and an audible CLICK!

"We do, mate," the strange slurred cockney voice said.

Several audible clicks told me they were pointed at my friends. I slowly, so not to gain attention, moved my hands back to their holsters.

"Oh no, ye don't," another familiar cockney accent said.

Teague once again ripped my coat open and disarmed me of everything, except my hunting knife which was in my boot, and placed the on the ground. My eyes darkened again to a very stormy gray with angry red tinges.

"Now, luv, ye aren't going to run again, aye?" Jack said in my ear.

I scowled, my eyes turning a faint red. I looked over at the corner where my friends were, the two men with guns pointed it all four of them. They stood there with their hands in surrender.

I locked eyes with Joe and mouthed discreetly, "I LOVE YOU. Get the Hell out of here with everyone else! DO NOT ARGUE WITH ME. evac emergency plan no.28 ."

Understanding flooded his eyes. He nodded slightly, his face depressed. No one indicated that they saw our little exchange. I grimaced. Then, without warning, I was slung over someone's shoulder.

"We be taking yer lady now, don't expect to see her, ta!" Jack said as he shifted me on his shoulder. then I felt my hands being shackled again...this time behind me and my gloves were pulled off.

"Let me go!" I growled as I tried to get free.

I was ignored. Then I felt Jack running in a strange motion. I squirmed to get him to let go. No go. He shifted his grasp so my legs were pressed down. I growl, frustrated.

"Sorry luv, but we have no choice," he told me.

I replied back with a few choice words that would wither a jail bird's ears.

"Now, luv, lets be civil..."he said while running past some docks.

Another strand of profanities exiting my mouth as I gave him the death glare, even though he couldn't see me.

"I like this one, she is going to fit in fine, even better than Elizabeth even," the Barbossa chap said cheerfully.

I scowled and I was placed in a small rowboat. I swiftly tried to get up but was pulled down by...the old man from the airport?

Teague sat across from me at the front while Barbossa and Jack were rowing like mad. The sea seemed to have helped because the little boat was practically flying over the waves. Teague glared at me, daring me to run. I looked over my shoulder, we were well out of swimming range for me to get back. I growled, frustrated.

"Sorry lass," the kind old man told me gently.

I soften my glare slightly, My gaze still piercing but less deadly. I looked out to the sea. My lips pursed and my eyes very dark and stormy. The men tried to talk to me. I glared at them icily, my eyes very dark and the red tinge was really apparent. I kept my silence while thinking hard about escaping somehow. The waves battering me, making me a very wet, irritable person.

"Ye know, it wouldn't be smart for ye to run again," Jack said, trying to break the ice.

I snorted and replied sarcastically, "Yes, like I can simply walk out of this tiny boat and swim back to land in fucking HANDCUFFS, right."

I rolled my eyes and stared out, back to the sea. I spotted a black dot on the horizon...wait! three black dots! The black dots steadily grew bigger...they were HUGE galleons, One looking so dark brown it was almost black and the other two were normal...well...as normal you get for a 17th century ship. I was lifted over another shoulder again and I felt someone climb up. I was dumped unceremoniously on the deck. The swaying of the ship was enjoyable and soothing, the breeze was gentle and friendly. My clothing was soaked and clinging to me and my biker coat didn't help much. I was grabbed under my arms and dragged to a room and the bag was tossed in. There was no windows, a single bed and a desk. I felt someone unshackled me and the handcuffs fell off. I rubbed my wrists a little, the cold iron chafed my skin slightly. I glared at the 4 men.

"Anyone care to tell me why the HELL you guys KIDNAPPED me? I'm a simple archeologist so anyone care to tell me?" I said bluntly.

"Ask Calypso after ye changed, simple ye aren't, luv. Go change, ye will catch a cold if ye stay in that," Jack told me.

I sneezed violently.

"Change into what?" I said in between sneezes, my eyes watering slightly.

Teague handed me the bag and everyone respectfully left me alone. I sat on the bed and took in a shaky sigh. I felt even more cold now. I sneezed again.

"I guess it wouldn't hurt to change," I said quietly.

I quietly opened the bag and pulled out the strange clothing. I quietly stripped. I swiftly pulled on the baggy pants and tenderly pulled the pants. My legs had burn marks and scars from my mother. The pants were very comfortable and didn't rub against the burns to badly. I tenderly rubbed my back, my fingers meeting the deep scars. I sighed deeply. I grabbed the white shirt and pulled it on. The sleeves were short and they showed the scars from my beatings and showed my brand. I grimaced slightly and pulled on the vest and it covered some of the more brutal scars. I tied the sash on my waist to keep my very loose pants up. I belted one of the belts over the sash to be extra sure that it would stay up. I pulled off my soggy combat boots carefully, my switchblade/hunting knife was still in there. I gently took my knife out . I placed the knife on the bed. I pulled out the dark black boots and slipped them on. They felt comfortable they folded from the top to my ankles. I pulled out the last article of clothing and pulled out the long black over coat. I slipped it on and it completely hid my scars. I pulled out the sword and slid it in the belt and placed the gun in my sash. I saw a mirror on my desk. I looked at it swiftly, I still had my fedora on. I took it off and inspected myself. The scar beneath my eye looked nasty. I set the mirror down and felt the ship randomly pitch. I stumbled a little but caught my self. The swaying was very violent. Then it stopped randomly. I quietly opened the door. Now, on deck was a BUNCH of people and a single woman on deck. They looked dazed and dressed strangely...but then again I was dressed weirdly as well. I hesitated slightly before walking out warily

"Well, besides kidnapping me, they haven't harmed me yet...I just need to keep my guard up," I muttered to my self.

A tower of water randomly sprouts up and lands 5 feet from me.

"Oh SHIT!" I whispered, my face loosing color.

"Show off," Jack slurred.

I looked out of the corner of my eye, Jack was rolling his eyes in exasperation Everyone also shook their heads like they have been though this a million times. Teague and Barbossa just rolled their eyes. I looked confused.

I looked in front of me and just about jumped out of my skin. Creepy lady was back! She glared at the men and looked at me, patronizing me.

"I see de clothes I get ye fit well, yes?" She asked.

I nodded, confused. She nodded and turned to the crew.

"I de one to tell ye dat I sent ye back in time to destroy him heart of Davy Jones," She said in her curious accent.

Everyone looked slightly happier but at the same time very grim. Then Creepy Lady looked at me in exasperation.

"Child, I be Calypso, not dis creepy lady ye keep repeating over and over again in yer head, child," she said irritable

Then as randomly as she appeared she disappeared. A hand clamped itself down on my shoulder. My eyes darkened, my temper re-firing up.

"So anyone care to explain What the HELL is going on? Because she was a clear as mud," I growled, shrugging the hand off my shoulder.

"Go to the captain's cabin and we will explain," Jack said.

I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Over there, next to the cabin you exited," Jack said Flirtiously

I glared at him and walked in the direction he indicated, stumbling a few times by the waves but each time I caught myself from falling on my face. I walked up to the doors of the cabin and entered, sitting down in a chair. This is going to be interesting...