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Title from a song by Bic Runga

Chapter 10: Close the Door, Put Out the Lights

Maddison unsure of what was happening didn't feel at ease with the strange man guiding her to a ship across a soft beach. She had no idea why she was dressed in similar clothing to the man that had claimed her to be some girl named Maddison and worst of all she was scared out of her mind.

"Relax, you were kidnapped by pirates. I come to rescue you my dear, your father was desperate for your safe return. Your name is Madeline Lamont." She didn't feel that this was right, but it eased her to know someone had been looking for her and that man called 'Jack' was her enemy.

"Who are you?" she questioned a little more at ease.

"Lord Cutler Becket. We need to get you back before he worries about you anymore." she nodded naively following him to a waiting long boat, he signaled for silence and guided her carefully into the boat.

"Where's home?"

"Port Royal." Still uncertain she eased herself into a comfortable position, she could only guess that the pirate did something to effect her memories.

Jack got back to the shore line and Gibbs was ready to go. "Where's Maddison?"

"Go Gibbs." The first mate knew not to argue with that tone, the shots heard in the distance cured his doubts also. "She fell behind." Jack managed softly after glancing behind him and seeing a longboat in the distance.

On the ship Jack gave his orders to go wherever Becket was hibernating like the snake he was, he refused to talk to anyone about what happened and made sure to lock all of them out of his cabin.

Furiously he threw things around the cabin, the scroll had all but lied on how the potion was supposed to affect her. It indicated she would forget her feelings, not everything else and fall into the hands of the one man on earth he hated more than any enemy he had ever had. Throwing things didn't make him feel better, if it hadn't been for the fact he hoped the crystal vile he had in his hand would help her become Maddison again he would have thrown that as far across the ocean as he could.

"She's gone."

"You do care."

"Bugger the bloody hell off!" His fist slammed harshly into one of the walls of his cabin, his knuckles were cut and bleeding but he paid no mind to them.

Fury was the only thing flowing in his veins, none of the wounds he got from beating up his room or throwing things could help. Finally he collapsed on his bed breathing hard, half his body throbbing from his rampage. Jack had never let his emotions carry him and this was something all new to him. He had shut off a long time ago, even when he hit on Elizabeth and indicated marriage he hadn't been truthful.

His gaze fell to the blue bandanna wrapped around his arm. "I'm sorry Maddie love, I'm sorry for being so incredibly daft and handing you over to my worst nightmare." sighing he miserably stood and went out to face the world.

Will, Elizabeth, Anna-Maria and Gibbs being the only witnesses to the evil look in his gaze and the hardness of his face.

"Jack?" Elizabeth uncertain of him waited for him to reply.

"Is Becket still there?"

Will arched a brow staring at his friend. "Port Royal?" Jack nodded. "Yes, last we heard from the rumors in Tortuga Becket appointed himself the new governor of the island."

"What ye thinkin' Jack?" Gibbs didn't like this change in Jack, there was more than rage in the mans gaze.

"We're going to Port Royal."

"What!" all three exclaimed in shock.

"Becket has Maddison, we're going to get her back and that's all you need to know." He turned to address the rest of his crew. "Port Royal you scabberous dogs!" no one argued, this was a new side that no one had seen of Jack before.

Maddison remained on the new ship. It was beautiful with white sails that stretched to the heavens, it seemed somehow not like home but she was sure she was now safe. Lord Becket had explained that her father was an ailing man and had tried to find her a suitable fiancé before she had been taken by pirates. He was on his death bed and he had been appointed to bring her home.

She learned she was a proper lady of a high standing and was currently sailing with Lord Becket also the current governor of Port Royal. She felt privileged to be held in so high esteem and yet she felt strangely afraid of the man, his blue gaze was hard and show more cruel amusement then any warmth. She felt even more uncertain of Mr. Mercer but the man had been kind to her since that day on the beach.

She was currently residing in the captains cabin as insisted by Lord Becket and had been given gowns and such that she was informed were to be hers. She had managed to get into an elegant sort of blue gown, the long sleeves annoying her to an extent because it made combing her hair harder than it already was. Her hair acted like it hadn't seen a brush in years, after nearly pulling half of it out she finally got it suitable but found nothing to pull it up with.

After some rummaging around her things, she found a simple black ribbon and tied her hair back as best she could. Knocking come startling her before she turned eyeing her door, she felt anxious at being on the ship but Becket had been reassuring her since her rescue. With a sort of sad feeling she realized being on the ship had been quite a while, they were nearing Port Royal now and home.

"Yes?"

"May I come in Miss Lamont?" She recognized Mr. Mercer's voice and with a strange disquiet feeling she stood.

"Yes sir, please come in." In doing so he paused smiling at her, the smile he offered seemed malevolent and yet for once she didn't flinch.

"Lord Becket has some news from your father, I'm afraid it isn't good. May I escort you?" Her heart sunk at the idea something happened to her father, even though she didn't remember him she was sure she would be heartbroken if she could.

She nodded taking his arm feeling a strange sort of tense feeling around her, shrugging it off she followed him out onto the deck and to the front of the ship where Lord Becket was reading over a piece of paper.

"Carrying bird." She glanced skyward at the many birds above her but paid little attention to them, her focus was on the blue eyes reading over a lengthy note. "Do you wish to be seated?"

"No thank you." He nodded watching Mercer move off to the side watching carefully.

So far whatever Jack had accomplished seemed effective on the girl and Lord Becket's plans seemed to be coming together quite nicely. "It seems that your father passed in his sleep Miss Lamont, I'm very sorry for your loss." She covered her mouth, tears filling her eyes. "It would seem he requested that I take care of you until things are sorted, he left a note with his lawyers about your lands and whom your fiancé was chosen to be." she nodded feeling strangely distant from the situation at hand.

She felt so strange like none of this was really part of her, she felt a strange wave of dizziness before Becket handed the letter over to Mercer and shooed him off to do his bidding. Pretending concern for this girl was his only prerogative at present, she was his link and hold over Jack. He wasn't stupid because he seen that the pirate cared for her safety and it was clear she had feelings for him.

"Are you alright Miss Lamont."

"Yes, I believe so. Please call me Madeline, I would like to get used to it so hopefully some of my memory may return." He nodded agreeing to her terms, his next plan of action would take place back in Port Royal under the pretense of one of the lawyers that he would higher.

"Very well Madeline. Is there anything I can do for you?" He sounded kind and sincere but something in his eyes made her believe he was very contrary to what he was trying to pretend to be.

"I don't believe so Lord Becket, I do wish to be alone among the deck if that is alright?"

"Yes, please feel free to sort yourself Madeline." She smiled setting off to the front of the ship and looked across the vast blue ocean, the varying shades eased her and she felt strangely at home.

Jack paced his cabin for hours each day hoping to catch sight of the ship Becket had Maddison stowed away on. He had no idea what the man was filling her head with but he was certain none of it was good or in his favor.

He was furious with himself for the mistake he made trusting in some sort of potion he really didn't know what was in it. Yes it saved him from poisoning but it made the one person he felt the need to keep close by forget him. He did want her to forget her infatuation with him, not him and everything she had survived. He wondered how Becket would explain her scars, he then winced knowing a few theories that the man would devise for her.

Knocking at his door did nothing but tick him off present, the feminine touch made him control his anger and answer the door. Elizabeth stood there with what he realized was the evening meal and was ready to run from him. He had been so touchy and moody even the ones he was well acquainted with stayed clear of him.

"Thank you Lizzie." She nodded putting the tray on his desk before scurrying quickly to the door. "How long before we get there?"

"A few days." She saw his dark look and ran, the door thumping shut behind her.

Another shattering sound alerted everyone nearby he was again on a rampage.

Several days later Maddison saw her supposed home come into view, she shivered at the skeletons of the pirates serving as a warning at the entry point to Port Royal. All of it seemed very familiar to her but then again not so much so. She could guess her way around the town, she put it to the fact that perhaps she was recalling her life in the town.

"Welcome home Madeline." Beckets icy voice gained her attention but she smiled glancing across the town in thought. "I hope your new dresses are to your satisfaction?" she glanced down at the emerald silk dress she wore, brushing at the material feeling uncomfortable regardless of the fact she was supposed to be a very well off lady.

"Yes, I'm just trying to get accustomed to them again." He nodded leaving her to discuss his next plans for Maddison careful to keep her out of hearing range. "Do I like dresses?"

It was a silly thought, she felt she should like them due to her standing in the town. Deep down though something felt so wrong she fought to make that around her right, it all seemed like an illusion, nothing was real and worst of all she couldn't shake the man's face back on the island. She was informed of Captain Jack Sparrow, but his eyes had been so alarmed for her, something there still lingered with her but she knew he was just her captor and a pirate that challenged for a ransom for her well being.

A few hours later she found herself in a coach with her two male rescuers and companions. She was to go to the Governor's mansion as a guest and await the arrival of her father's attorney. She showed her gratitude toward Lord Becket but something didn't sit well with her.

She seen the man as cruel and many other things, she couldn't put a word to her feelings but she was sure that the word wouldn't be kind. Inside she glanced around the entryway, vast stairs and tiled floor under her feet. It was all familiar, so much so she identified a waiting area off to her left and felt a giggle bubble up.

For some reason she could picture a young man, the image fuzzy testing a light fixture and it breaking off. Her thoughts run to a young girl again the image fuzzy running down the stairs in a fancy dress awaiting a ceremony of sorts. Shaking her head still quite unsure of her thoughts she placed a hand to her forehead and tried to breath.

"Take Miss Lamont to a guest room." One of the staff nodded to Mercer's order, gently she was guided up the stairs and into a room.

It was well kept and very feminine she assumed it had been the previous governor's daughter room. She had no idea why she was sure of that but it seemed even more familiar then the rest of the house. The lacy decorations and soft gold, crème and white colors haunted her with more thoughts.

She again felt the lightheaded sensation and went to the bed laying down to rest. She didn't know if it was appropriate or not, but she couldn't help but feel unwell at present.