Hope your Christmas went well! And for those who don't celebrate said holiday, I hope your (insert holiday here) was/is/will be good!

Sorry for the long wait, but I've been busy with family stuff. At least the reviews helped me get my adrenaline going so I could write this next chapter for you guys! I'm thinking about the next chapter or the one after to be at the mansion on Isle de Cruces, and inform you of who else is going there to be done when I tell about the guests' arrival to the island. Might be a while, though. Then again, maybe I'll update tomorrow or the day after…………sorry if this was a little short, though.

Disclaimer: Do I look like a mouse or a dead person to you?

That said, I hope you enjoy the next chapter!

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FOUR

Quite attractive thought a man no taller than the average woman. The man, dressed in a black cloak and a big black hat, was sitting on a horse, trotting throughout the streets of Port Royal. He was observing the young maidens walking about, minding their own business and doing their errands. The man had spotted a young lady earlier that day, dressed in blue and had her brown locks flow past her shoulders. She seems mighty fine thought the man, scanning her from head to toe. She even seems delicious.

The petite man had gotten off of his horse, only to then find a man taller than the young lady approach her and take his hands in hers as the petite man got off of his horse. Bastard thought the vertically-challenged one. Why did I even bother to approach her and ask her if she was being courted and to go out with me? Saddened, the petite stranger, who we are befriending, leapt back onto his snow-colored steed and trotted away.

He looked to his right, and a blonde woman with straight hair and a red dress hugging her curves that were everywhere was walking his way. The blonde's hazel eyes met the man's icy blue ones. Once he believed he had hope of finding a woman, a life partner, the woman turned her face away from him, disgusted.

A little further down the street, the short guy found a group of women, no more than four of them, walking down the streets together. All of them caught his eye, but one in particular stood out in his mind. So, he decided to follow them around for a little bit since he had nothing better to do anyway. However, he stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the women walk into a shop…the shop. The shop where women go get their fittings for their weddings. The vertically challenged man lowered his head in defeat, and began to trot away on his horse.

Several women and failed attempts to woo said women later, the man with the powdered wig was facing this woman. This woman, an angel sent down to Earth from heaven to help our dear friend, did not make matters any better. A man several inches taller than the angel came to her side and whisked her away from our dear friend's eyes.

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"Any luck, sir?" asked a man with a pointy nose and wrinkles blanketing his face.

"No, Mercer, none," replied our friend in a depressed tone.

"May I suggest something that might cheer you up?" asked Mercer, putting on a fake smile and trying to cheer up his friend, his boss. All he got in return was a sigh. Mercer continued, taking the sigh as a "yes, please do tell".

"I heard we are to have a new colony, Lord Beckett."

"And?" said Beckett, rolling his eyes and waving his right hand in circular motions, trying to tell Mercer to hurry up and get to the point. Yes, Lord Cutler Beckett of the East India Trading Company, the evil, cruel, villainous human being he was, was soul searching. He not only believed it was time to have a woman of his own as a life partner, to grow old with, to have children and a family with, but to also have an easier way to get women against piracy as well…even though some have already begun their hatred towards the pirates and their acts of piracy.

Mercer didn't get the hint his boss was trying to tell him. "I heard that the new colony will have several young maidens there, sir, a good lot of them. And, the colony is nearby, too."

I might be desperate to find a wife thought Beckett, but I'm not that desperate.

"I also heard that some pirates were going there as well. It might be a good chance to put your plan to action. You know…..the whole "down-with-piracy" plan."

Beckett played with his fingers a little bit, thinking. This might not be so bad after all. "Where is this future colony we speak of?" he asked, giving Mercer that evil death look in his eyes and devious grin.

Mercer smiled, glad that he had made his boss happy. "It is said to be on Isle de Cruces."

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That purple button looks mighty tasty! ;P