A/n: It's been a really long time since I've posted…yes I know that. But I've had a lot of things going on, new book I posted, and well others things. But I finally got myself to write on this book. Also July 17 was one year anniversary of Finding the Truth! Drum roll please here is Chapter 11…

I slowly stepped out into the moonlight. The crew looked over at me and began hollering and hooting. Bloody Pirates. I bitterly thought as he pushed me into the Captain's Courters.

The man slammed the door shut, leaving me in the dark room. The room barely had any furnishings, but many trinkets that lined the walls. It had many swords and weapons that were stacked around the walls or throw into piles as if they held no value whatsoever.

"Sit," a voice said. I jumped and fell onto the floor. "in the chair." I followed the voice's order and sat down in the brown chair. My eyes drifted around the table as I caught glimpses of maps and treasures. "So you're the last one?" it asked again. I looked up and saw a figure in the corner staring out into the water. The glass was darkened by all of the dust in the room.

"So…" I snapped trying to sound tough.

"The…first one said you…were feisty, and would do anything to get back to the Pearl." My heart froze.

"But you're not talking as much as he said you would. You're very quiet- unlike your mother- whom I loved torturing. Your father if I'm not mistaken did everything in his power to get her back. On that blasted ship The Dutchman. Sparrow didn't like me very much either. It didn't settle with him what I did to her. That's when it happened to me. But they wouldn't ever tell you what they did…but when I found out you were on my ship and that b*stard Norrington was too. Well then I could settle the score." The figure walked around a bit.

I sat there silent for a minute then spoke, "my parents told me everything-"he placed his finger on my lips.

"Not everything, Miss Turner. Do you still believe in ghost stories?" he chuckled to himself. "I hardly believe in ghost stories, Captain…" I slowly said.

I noted the character's appearance. Tall. Half of his face is hidden by his hat, red jacket-mostly ruined jacket. He's defenseless. But there's something-something missing. Something important.

"Whe-where are the others?" I said, my breathing sharpened. The man chuckled again.

"I am the thing they never expected. The hurricane that came too quickly. But I can avenge myself with you." He said. The hairs on the back of my neck are standing up so straight it hurts. I was so frozen I could barely move. My eyes darted over to the knife next to the leg of the table. "Who, who are…you?" I stuttered finding my voice.

None of this made any sense. Did my parents lie? Is he lying? What's happening? So many questions-little answers.

"I am darkness."

"What did my parent do to you?"

"Everything."

"Why!"

"Because I am h*ll."

He stared his cold dark eyes at me, as if studying my every move. That's when I made my move. I grabbed the knife and stabbed him in the chest, only for him to be unaffected; he pulled out the knife. I jumped back.

"I'm curious: after you kill me, what is it you plan on doing next?" he said inching forward by the second. I ran out of the room only to be cornered by the crew.

The man came up from behind me. I turned to face him. The moonlight let me see everything. Part of his face was melted/ pulled back away from his bones. The crew looked the same way. Parts of their flesh were hanging from their bodies. It was as if they had been burned. "We are cursed men, Miss Turner." The captain said. "You best start believing in ghost stories, Miss Turner... you're in one!" a seedy pirate said from behind me.

I should have been screaming, but my words were stuck in my throat. I couldn't say anything I was so shocked. "Why don't you just kill me now and get it over with?" I sharply said. The crew stared at their captain awaiting orders of whether to kill me or not.

"Because- I want the people you love to see you die. Its more proper." He explained. The wind picked up and began swooshing my hair around. "Captain Blood! What shall we do with the mangy lass?" a pirate yelled out. Captain Blood? "Rum Drunk- I believe Miss Turner would do fine in the bilge of the Red Skull. Take her for a walk, gents!" Blood yelled out. The pirate grabbed onto my arm but I pushed him away. "Where are the others?" I demanded.

Blood stopped for a second. He turned to face me. "Take her below!" he yelled disappearing up the steps to the wheel.

They dragged me down to the bilge. Water was all over the floor. "Apparently, there's a leak..." I said as they threw me in the cell. I slumped down onto my knees. Their coming for me…I know they are. I'm probably going to die… also.

…

"All right…now what?" Johnathon questioned as they looked at the night sky. "She's got to be out there somewhere…" Will muttered to himself. The two were losing hope in finding Bella. Just then Johnathon saw something. "Will, Will!" he slapped his friend's shoulder. "What!" Will impatiently asked. Johnathon pointed to a dark object a few leagues away. A ship. "That's got to be it!" they exclaimed.

"JACK! IT'S A SHIP!" Will yelled pointing to the ship away. Jack took a sip of rum before looking in his spyglass. Jack saw what the ship was. "no."

A/n: There you have it! Cliffhanger...