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Having sailed for months, the pirates of The Black Pearl were becoming restless, the prospect of land tempting them more and more each day. Jack was among the most impatient, his rum gone after many weeks. He and Barbossa were at the front, staring out into the open sea as the others did their duties. Clear, empty water was a sight that continued to disappoint them, and their hopes of anchoring their ship on a brand new soil were dimming. An enthralled voice was enough to break them out of their reveries, and they turned at once to the source.

"Look!" called Ragetti, pointing to the side as everyone followed his finger, "I ca' see i'! The colonies!"

Instantly, the pirates rushed to the side, hoping to get a better view. As they all gazed at the slight slip of land in the distance, Barbossa grinned, showing off his set of rotten, yellow teeth.

"Prepare the ship, boys," he ordered, not taking his eyes off the spot, "It's time."

"Aye!" answered the rest, smiling with their captain as they went off to their stations.

"Beautiful thing, ain't it," spoke Jack from behind Barbossa, "New World and all."

Barbossa turned, glaring, and sneered at the other man, shaking his head before returning to the wheel. Jack adopted a confused face and looked around before shrugging and walking away.

The next few hours seemed like years for the pirates, every second dragging on as the suspense grew. At last, the ship reached a docking harbor and was anchored down. Two British guards who were dressed in bright red, having seen the unfamiliar ship, went to question the people aboard.

"Oi! You there!" one yelled, sword raised cautiously, "Who are you?"

"Just some fellow sailors passing through," responded Jack before Barbossa could create a suitable lie.

"Well, you can't 'pass through' here without permission," the other guard informed them.

"Really," stated Jack, eyes moving back and forth as he stalled for time, "I was unaware. Whose permission exactly?"

The two guards stood nervously, at a loss for what to do.

"The governor's," the first one replied, watching as Jack walked toward him while thinking of something to say.

"Ah, well-" Jack began but was cut off as Barbossa hit the guard with the hilt of his sword, knocking him unconscious.

"Wha-" the other guard sloppily pulled out his own weapon only to be hit as well.

"Hm," said Jack, inspecting the two fallen men, "That's one way to do it."

"Tie them up," Barbossa demanded to a crew member, "Ragetti, Pintel, come 'ere. I've got a special job for ya."

The dirty men grinned in expectation as Barbossa informed them of the details.

Meanwhile at his home in the colonies, Alfred F. Jones was running around in excitement for his guardian's arrival in a week or so.

"Arthur's going to be so proud when he sees how well I've been doing," he thought aloud to himself, his lesser British accent coming out as he rummaged through documents that contained his childish handwriting.

The idea of the nation's prideful gaze made the young colony smile broadly and clutch the papers even tighter. He ran into the den, intent on finding an envelope in which to place them, when he tripped over one of his carelessly left out toy soldiers. Blinking, the boy noticed the disorderly condition of the room and overall house.

Better clean this up before Arthur gets here, he thought, starting the task as he did so, Don't need another lecture about cleanliness.

Alfred hummed to himself as he tidied up his house, knowing that Arthur's pleased expression was worth any tedious cleaning job. A few hours later, he was finished.

"Phew," he breathed out, wiping his forehead in exhaustion, "I didn't think it would take that long. I must really be a slob."

As he walked toward the kitchen for a rewarding snack, he heard a loud knock on the front door. Though Arthur was not expected to arrive so early, Alfred's anticipation of the arrival overwhelmed him, and he rushed to greet the visitor. Opening the door, he could only think that the men standing in front of him were definitely not Arthur before a cloth-covered hand covered his mouth.

"'Ello, poppit," was the last sound that he heard as he slowly faded in to unconsciousness.

Pintel and Ragetti wasted no time, Ragetti dropping a letter on a table and Pintel tying up the child with rope, before they carried him off, giggling malevolently all the way.

"Ki's a 'eavy one, ain' 'e?" Ragetti spoke retorically, shifting his hold on the boy for more comfort.

"Aye," Pintel agreed, absent-minded, "'ope the treasure's worth i'."

The two continued their long trek back to The Black Pearl with their unfortunate captive, the future seeming bright.

At their destination, the others waited tensely for the two to return.

"Tell me now," Jack conversed with Barbossa, "Why did you send those two after him?"

Barbossa grinned wickedly.

"Better those two if any unexpecte' enemies were to arrive," he supplied to the other.

Jack's response was a look of understanding and a slight nod.

They and their crew members sat for hours, awaiting the return of the clumsy pirates. As soon as Barbossa spotted the two fools rushing through the trees, he called to the others who got ready to set sail, thanking the world that no one was around to hear Ragetti and Pintel's loud guffawing. The two got aboard the ship and presented the bound child to him.

"Yer leverage," Pintel spoke, waving his arm over him in a showy manner.

"Perfect," Barbossa mused, viewing Kirkland's ward, "Take him to the brig."

"Aye, sir," Ragetti complied, saluting awkwardly with one hand as the other held onto the boy.

Barbossa rolled his eyes as the two scurried off into the lower levels of the ship, and then, he strode to his place at the helm, steering the ship as it sailed.

"Where to now, captain?" Jack questioned, popping up beside him and saying captain mockingly.

"Where else?" retorted Barbossa, "There be only one place deserte' enough for us ta claim the ship as ours without any interference."

"The sea is a vast place full of deserted wonders," Jack drawled, motioning toward the water, "To which would you be referring, mate?"

"The island where we last droppe' off dear Elizabeth," the other replied, "Isla Cruces."

A week later, Arthur Kirkland reached the colonies, gifts for his boy in hand as his ship was anchored at the dock. As he stepped off the ship, he was surprised to be halted by two invasive guards.

"Who are you?" one asked, eyeing the nation warily, "You need permiss-"

"Yes, yes permission, I know," Arthur cut in, showing the men his documents, "Look, I'm very busy and must get going, so if you please."

He motioned for them to move out of the way, and they did so, apologetically handing back the papers.

"Our mistake, sir," the other guard apologized, "There was an incident a few days back, and we had to make sure."

Incident? Arthur thought, Interesting.

"Well, well, that's all good," he told the two, "But I must be off. I believe a carriage was to be provided for me?"

"Y-yes, sir," the first guard stuttered, "Right this way."

The two led him to a horse-drawn carriage, and he rode away with high spirits, the thought of Alfred filling his mind again. He continued to feel as such until he arrived at Alfred's familiar house, one that he had had built for him as a toddler, and with a light-hearted smile, he hopped off the carriage and headed to the door, knocking on it steadily. When he received no answer, he grew worried, opening the door and calling for Alfred.

"Alfred!" he shouted, hoping that the boy was just sleeping and could not hear him.

When no reply came, his anxiety took hold of him. Dropping the presents, he raced around the house, searching all of Alfred's usual hiding places when no clear sign of the child showed.

"Alfred!" yelled Arthur in desperation, "I swear if that frog took you, then I will kill him!"

As the minutes passed and his search presented itself to be futile, Arthur's rage escalated. Furious at whoever took him, he smashed a nearby table to the ground, stopping in shock when a letter floated to the wooden floor. Immediately, he picked it up and read it, absorbing every black inked word that was penned onto the sea-stained paper.

"So," he muttered darkly, a murderous look overcoming his facial features, "They're after my ship."

Thrusting the letter into his coat pocket, Arthur walked out the door and into his carriage.

"To the ship," he informed his terrified driver, who had witnessed the whole event, "I've got a few pests to kill."

As he rode, the empire plotted the pirates' painful demise. The fools did not know what terrible danger was coming for them.

There we go, Chapter 2! :) Stay tuned for the next chapter and review! Also, for those who are just dying to have some Bad Touch Trio action, France, Spain, and Prussia will most definitely be playing a part in upcoming writing!