In case you got confused, italicized is the thoughts of the character, unless told otherwise.

Once again, thanks to Space-Case-Writer13 for reviewing! Thanks, you're such a diamond, mate!

Warning: Some major POV changes ahead, and some minor cursing, which I put in to add more emotion to the situations that are about to occur, and what the characters would probably actually say. Sorry about that, though.

Disclaimer: Same as the last chap

I'll just shut-up now so you can continue the story. :D

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"Cat?" I called down the dark alley.

I'm really not starting to be scared, but I'm starting to worry since I'm the one who mentioned to do this in the first place. It's my fault she's gone. Before I can for my dear friend again, my mouth is covered with a hand…a dirty, filthy hand for that matter. I squirm in the person's grasp. He may be short, but he is quite strong. His voice leads me to believe he's in his forties when he orders me to stay calm. But, that's just it: I can't.

"Now, the captain will be seeing ye," he says in a surprisingly controlled voice, "Miss Turner."

What?! Who's this 'Miss Turner' you speak of? I'm definitely, for one thing, NOT this Miss Turner you're searching for! I thought, practically screaming in rage in my mind. I was yelling so hard in my mind, I was starting to give myself a headache. Or is that because he may have drugged me? I don't know, but if he did, it wore off pretty quickly because as soon as I saw Cat in the arms of a taller, skinnier, and perhaps younger, kidnapper, my eyes went wider than they ever have before. I squirmed even more within the grasp of my captor, wanting to release one of my best friends ever from her fate, her captor, and not have her deal with this. There goes the brave part of me that I hate so much! I think, only to shake it away so my mind can get back to the present. Then I remember something. It was in one of the books I constantly read at the library at school in London.

"Uncover her mouth," Cat's kidnapper says, nodding his head to me while still holding onto Cat. "I think she's trying to say something." Damn right I am!

My captor does as he's told, even though I can sense he regrets it. The skin around my mouth feels weird, like it's breathing again, since my kidnapper's grip was so tight. Then it donned on me: I should talk now before it's too late.

Cat's Captor's POV

"She goes free!" I heard the brunette say.

Did I hear her right? I thought to myself as I heard her say this. The phrase sounds so….familiar. Aha! It was back when we had Poppet held captive on our ship, and her beloved blacksmith came to rescue her! I can't remember his name….it's been too long since I last saw him take on the duties of the Dutchman. Good man, though, I remember that.

"What?" I heard Uncle P ask her.

"She goes free," the brunette said again, this time in a lower, more controlled tone, but through gritted teeth. I could tell this lass here is getting mad. Her glare reminds me of Poppet, but also Poppet's lover, too.

The blonde, who is under my care, is starting to squirm. I take my hand off of her mouth, which stops the squirming. The blonde asks the brunette, "What?" Apparently, she's confused, too. I have no idea what I'm doing here. My captain only told Uncle P about what we're supposed to do. But from the looks of it, it appears that Poppet got busy, and we're to kidnap her daughter.

Now the brunette one, who I guess is Poppet's daughter, turns to face Uncle P. "I don't know what either of you….you….-"

"Pirates?" asked Uncle P, trying to finish her sentence.

"Pirate kidnappers are doing here, but take me, not Cat," the brunette gestured over here to the blonde. "I don't know what she is to you, but do as I say and release her. Then take me to your captain, and I'll be more than happy to obey your captain's wishes."

Cat's POV

"Andie!" I yell. "Don't do this!"

I don't know much about pirates, or at least as much as Andie, but to my knowledge, they enjoy their "play" time with women, especially young ladies like us. I'm not going to let that happen to not only me, but my friend as well, the one who I suppose they really want.

My mouth is still free to speak, so I ask Andie, "What's going on, Andie? Why is this happening?"

Before Andie could respond, her bald, fat captor covered her mouth with his filthy dirt-covered hands. He says to my captor, "You heard Miss Turner here!" Miss TurnerI thought. Who the bloody hell is this Miss Turner they speak of? I normally don't curse…actually, NEVER have I ever cursed except for now. Obviously, I'm enraged, or else why would I have cursed?

Andie's POV

Uh-oh I thought. Cat's definitely not happy. Poor thing is so confused as well as I am. And I'm still confused about this whole bloody "Miss Turner" thing!

My captor continues to speak, "Release the dumb blonde! She's probably no use to us anyway! I doubt it if she's the one the captain wants!"

I can tell he's getting mad at Cat's kidnapper. Poor guy looks as though he has no idea what he's doing. But why should I feel sympathy for him? He has one of my best friends in his grasp being held captive! Or, at least he did, because he obeyed my captor, who I presume to be his boss, and released her.

"Go!"I try to say. "Go!"

"What're ye tryin' te say, missy?" my pirate kidnapper asks me. If you release my bloody mouth you'll hear what I have to say you bloody rum-soaked pirate!

He releases my mouth to my liking, and I yell to Cat, "Go! Go back to the ship! I'll be fine!" Uh-huh. Yeah. Suuuuuure, you'll be fine! Being kidnapped by pirates in a foreign city is safe, safe, safe! And mighty fine, fine, fine!

I can tell Cat doesn't believe me, but she can tell I'm serious about her leaving. She realizes that she needs to leave, too, and goes ahead and makes a run for it. I'm glad that she did so she isn't harmed anymore…I hope.

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I'm onboard this ship…a ship with black sails. The Black Pearl, I believe it is called. I read something in the book of pirate curses while at the school library in London that had something about this ship. It was once under a curse set by Cortez and all these Aztec coins he had and all. I can't quite remember it, but I do remember something about her captain and crew. It said something like "The Black Pearl is crewed by the damned, and captained by someone so evil, that Hell itself spat him back out".

I'm taken into the Captain's Cabin, where a man with a grey, scraggly beard and a big, wide-brimmed hat with a feather tucked inside it. He had a monkey on his shoulder that screeched when I came in.

"Ah," said the man. "It is so good of you to come this fine evening, Miss Turner."

There we go about the Miss Turner rubbish again!

His face seemed familiar. Aha! There was a drawing of him in the book I read about the pirate curses and that of the Pearl!

"Captain Hector Barbossa, I presume?" I asked, not moving an inch away from the door.

He looked at me oddly, confused, his head tilted to the left. "Why, yes, I am Captain Barbossa."

Before he could say anything else, I continued on, "You are that captain Hell spat back itself, and your crew is under that horrid, cruel Aztec gold curse set by Cortez!"

Barbossa stepped closer to me. "I used te be that captain, and me crew used te be that crew." He stopped a few feet away from where I was standing, loking at my confused face, because I really am confused. "I thought you'd know that that curse was broken many years ago by your parents."

"My parents?" I asked, the latter word of the phrase coming out almost in a squeak. I was really, beyond extremely confused now. My parents have never, ever been associated with piracy!

I could tell Captain Barbossa was getting mad, but he was getting confused as well, probably just as confused as I am. Maybe they really did need Cat back there in Port Royal I thought. Maybe her parents disguised her last name to Granger so no one would be suspicious about her family's past.

My thoughts were interrupted by Barbossa's question, "Aren't ye Miss Turner?-" Uh, what do you think, Hector?- "The daughter of Captain William Turner II of the Flying Dutchman? The child of Pirate King and Captain Elizabeth Swann Turner of the Empress?"

Who in the bloody name are those people?! Certainly not my parents!

Once I calmed down, I surprisingly calmly responded, "Not that I know of." Captain Barbossa's eyes went wide in surprise, probably to my answer. After a slight pause of silence, I continued, "My mother's name is Beth, and I don't know about my father."

Barbossa's POV

How could this missy here not know about her father? And how could she not know about the curse of the Pearl, or at least the truth of it? How could she not know about Will by now? What has Mrs. Turner taught this young lass of hers?

"Beth, you say," I said, stroking my frizzy beard. "Short for Elizabeth, I presume?" I walk over to the young lass. Apparently, she wasn't confused, nor was she angered. She was just standing there, arms crossed across her chest. I approached her, asking along the way, "And may I inquire as to why ye don't know about yer father?"

The young lass dropped her arms, her eyes looking towards the floor. "He's- he's dead."

I laughed at her dumbness. She's truly young Turner's daughter. She shows the naïve, gullible side of him when he was younger, and still probably has at times.

"Master Ragetti! Master Pintel!" I yelled. My voice is loud enough for them to hear me outside from the deck. That's why I'm such a good captain… or partly why. The two silly crewmembers walked in. "Take this young lass to the brig."

The young lass's eyes went wide. "What?!" she asked, trying to release herself from the grip of Masters Pintel and Ragetti. As the two of them left with Ms. Turner, or whom I believe is Ms. Turner, in tow, I knew that there was one way for certain to find out whether or not she's the Turner's lass…

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A/N You know the drill!