(Bones POV)
"Sully, how exactly did we get into this situation?" I asked as I struggled against the ropes holding Sully and me to a chair. Sully and I were in some forgotten fort strapped to chairs with hoods. Luckily my hood was worn through around my eyes so I could see a few things.
"Do you mean how did we get captured by a bunch of pirates in Haiti?"
"Yes."
"I'm not exactly sure Temperance."
(8 hours ago)
We had just arrived in Haiti a good week after we had left Booth. We arrived mid-afternoon and were surprised to see quite a lot of locals hanging around the plank onto the deck. As I got out of the cabin they started to talk excitedly. Quite a few of the women's smiles faded a little but still seemed very happy. After Sully appeared however all the smiles vanished replaced by slightly confused looks.
As we both got off the boat one of the locals approached us. "Excuse me, where is the owner of this ship?"
Sully and I exchanged confused looks. "You're looking at him," I said as I pointed at Sully.
Suddenly the local's face darkened. "Of course of course," he quickly said and hurried off.
Sully and I looked at each other and shrugged. We went out and enjoyed the scenario that Haiti had to offer. We went to dinner at a nice restaurant and meandered back to our boat. However, throughout I noticed all the strange looks we got. Quite a few of them were hostile. I wondered what we had done to warrant such a response. As we got closer to our boat Scully got a little frisky; I giggled as he stroked a particularly sensitive area. By the time we got into the boat we couldn't keep our hands off each other. We came through the door in a rush and fell against a wall. As I came up for air I just looked at Sully for a moment and he looked back at me. Suddenly, his eyes widened as he saw something behind me and then everything went black.
(Present)
When I woke up I was in my current predicament. Sully and I were in a dimly lite large room with a natural harbor. In that harbor was the Temperance. Suddenly a man stepped into my line of vision. He was a stocky man. He looked like he led a life of labor with suntanned skin and callused hands. He moved towards Sully and me.
"So, you are the thieves."
Sully and I looked at each other. Thieves? Sully decided he should reply. "I believe you are mistaken. I'm a federal agent for the United States, I haven't stole anything."
The man scoffed, "So your wallet says. We'll see if you're really FBI soon enough."
I couldn't keep my curiosity in check, "What have we stolen."
The man stared at me for a long time. I was afraid he wasn't going to answer when he said, "Something very dear to me. I plan to make you suffer for what you have stolen."
"Suffer? For something we haven't done?"
"Oh the proof against you is quite expressive, but we are fair people. That is why you are still sitting on dry land. We are waiting on a friend of ours to settle this issue."
Suddenly the man that had spoken to us on the pier burst in, "There is someone here!"
The tanned man became agitated. "You," he said pointing at us, "If either of ya'll say a word with your hoods on I will shoot you both." That's when I noticed the shiny pistol he held at his side.
The man hid behind a crate and waited. I sat there, my heart beating. Who was coming? It obviously wasn't someone the expected. Maybe someone to save us?
Out of the corner of my eye I caught some movement. As I watched a shadow detached itself from the wall and slowly approached us. As the shadow got closer to the crate the man was hiding behind I wanted to shout a warning, right before I worked up the nerve the man pointed his gun at me. The shout died in my throat. As the shadow passed the crate it stopped. Then it continued moving. Once it was five paces away. The man popped up and aimed his gun at him. The shadow immediately turned around and pointed its own gun at him. As the shadow did this it shouted, "Stop! FBI!" It was Booth!