A/N: What's this? It's not Monday you say? I know that...but tonight is a special chapter. Tonight this chapteris a gift to all you wonderful readers. Why? To celebrate my ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY ON F . F. NET!

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I just want to thank anyone who has ever reviewed any of my stories. And special thanks goes to all my faithful readers and reviewers out there. Now that I'm working a full time job, it will be harder to update as often as I have, but I promise that the coming year will be worth the wait. I have two new CATCF fics that will soon be published, tons of POTC fics in the works, a few POTO stories and of course I will return to Lazytown and maybe even the Haunted Mansion.

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ps...can anyone spot a hidden reference in here and tell me where it's from? I'll reply and mention you in the next update...


"Excuse me? Your Majesty? Oh there you are!" cried a tall, heavyset man with an elegant black beard and tasteful gray suit decorated with various medals. The group all looked up at him as he came in the library door, the spell of Mignonette's diary broken and bringing them all back to the present.

"Prime Minister Motaz! Parliament doesn't want to meet again do they?" Mia asked the man with dread. The man smiled and laughed,

"Heavens no, Majesty! Everyone has agreed talking about the situations will not solve them! Your Grandmother simply asked me if you would join us for tea?"

"Oh, yeah sure. Prime Minister, let me introduce you to everybody. This is Mr. Adrian Monk, he's heading the investigation of the murder and break-ins. This is his assistant Natalie Teeger, and Captain Leland Stottlemeyer and Lt Randy Disher of San Francisco PD. Everyone, this is Prime Minister Sergei Motaz." Mia introduced. The Prime Minister clicked his heels and gave a polite bow, saying,

"An honor to meet you all. Especially you Mr. Monk. Yesterday in Parliament Her Majesty spoke of you amiably and convinced all of us to put our trust in your capabilities."

"Well that was very nice of her...Prime Minister…but I'm just…an ordinary guy…doing his job." Monk said humbly. Then Monk noticed that the medals on the Prime Ministers Chest were not lined up evenly but scattered. While he fought off the urge to correct them, the Captain spoke up saying,

"Well speaking as Mr. Monk's superior, Prime Minister, I can tell you the San Francisco Police would be lost without him."

"Such high praise! Tell me Mr. Monk, what are your theories of the case so far?" asked Motaz folding his hands. Monk kept looking at the Prime Minister's medals,

"Oh…you know…secret societies…pirates…a lost diary…the usual, excuse me, Prime Minister…if I could just…" As Monk began unclipping the Prime Minister's medals, Motaz looked to Mia and Stottlemeyer and asked unsurely,

"What he is doing?" Stottlemeyer rubbed his eyes, feeling that familiar throbbing between them,

"I'm not sure…"

"I'm sorry, but your medals…are all uneven…let me just fix this for you…" Monk told him re-clipping them. Natalie tried to pry Monk off, laughing nervously,

"Yeah that's really nice Mr. Monk, but I think the Prime Minister had them that way for a reason!"

"But they're not even…"Monk said continuing. Motaz looked to Mia,

"Your Majesty?" Mia held up her hands to placate him,

"Just…indulge him Prime Minister…he's almost done right Mr. Monk?"

"Yeah…there we go! Perfect!" Monk said smiling and finishing. Motaz looked questioning to Mia,

"Yes well…thank you Mr. Monk."

"Your welcome." Monk said as his friends shook their heads. Desperate to change the subject, Mia asked the Prime Minister,

"Prime Minister, you're familiar with Dodici Quercie, right?"

"Oh yes Your Majesty, it is one of Genovia's finest vineyards and orchards. Very popular with our tourists." Motaz told her.

"Well it turns out Dodici Quercie has something to do with the investigation. So maybe you can escort them there and help them look for clues?" Mia asked. The Prime Minister smiled and said,

"Oh! With pleasure Your Majesty. In fact if you will permit me, I can take them there right now!"

"That would be wonderful, thank you Prime Minister." Mia smiled nodding to the others. Escorting her out, Motaz said,

"And now let me escort you to your grandmother and your quests for tea and to make my apologies. I will return shortly Gentlemen, Ms. Teeger."

"Guests? What guests?" asked Mia. Motaz hesitated,

"The Von Trokens Majesty…"

"What? Those snobs! Prime Minister, did you agree to take Mr. Monk to the château knowing you'd be throwing me to those wolves?" Mia asked him with mock annoyance. Motaz shrugged,

"Can you blame me, Majesty?" Mia shook her head and waved to the group of Americans,

"Bye guys! Have fun storming the castle!" Natalie, Randy and the Captain laughed, but Monk shook his head saying meekly,

"I don't get it…"


Chateau Dodici Quercie lay in the center of a thousand acres of a pear grove. The lush fruit were growing under the warm European sunshine as the Prime Minister's limo drove up the long driveway to the stone villa covered in ivy in the distance. Motaz said pointing to the grove,

"The pears are grown in this vineyard. Then sent to the family vineyard on the other side of the estate. They also have olive groves down south."

"Wow...property that far apart must mean the Turners were some of the wealthiest people in Genovia." Captain Stottlemeyer reasoned.

"Oh indeed. The Turner family themselves immigrated to America fifty years ago to escape the war, but they still return to the family estate for the social season. They helped Genovian goods stay in America and today they run a large shipping and import corporation stateside." Prime Minister Motaz explained.

"Will they come to Genovia soon?" asked Natalie.

"No...the social season does not start for two more months. Not until we celebrate our Genovian Independence Day." Motaz said as the limo pulled to a stop before the front. Hundred of tourists were piling in and out of the large front doors of the estate house, taking pictures and walking the front English style rose garden. Stepping out of the passenger side of the vehicle, Monk survived his surroundings when he caught the eye of a tall man with snow white hair, of about fifty years old with cold blue eyes. He approached the limo as the Prime Minister stepped out saying,

"Welcome Prime Minister Motaz! What brings you to Dodici Quercie this early in the year?" Motaz shook the man's hands and said with a sigh,

"Nothing good unfortunately. You have heard of the recent murder at Windrose yes?" The man nodded his head,

"Oh yes dreadful. Have they caught the killer yet?"

"That is the nature of our visit actually. Chester Richard may I present M. Adrian Monk, the detective in charge of the investigation." Motaz said gesturing to Monk. Monk shook the man's hand and accepted the wipe from Natalie as Motaz continued to introduce the group. He looked Richard up and down, but he couldn't help but shake the feeling something was off about the nobleman in charge of the estate. Before he could voice any opinion, Monk heard Richard offer cordially,

"Well Mr. Monk would you like to tour the house? Learn some more about the first Lord and Lady Turner?" Monk nodded,

"Sure..." Then he and his friends followed the man inside, seeing the opulent double staircase in the foyer. The crystal chandelier ahead sparkled in the afternoon light as M. Richard showed them the rooms. Once again armed with his tour guide book, Randy read,

" 'Dodici Quercie was for centuries the home of the Chestivaldi family. But when Lord Richard Chestivaldi tragically died in 1678 at sea without any legitimate heirs, The Virgin Queen Mignonette gave his properties and holdings to newly knighted Lord William Turner and his wife Elizabeth. As it turns out, Lord Turner was anything but of noble birth. Orphaned at a young age, he was actually an English blacksmith in Port Royal in the Caribbean. While in Port Royal, he helped rescue Elizabeth Swann, the English Governor's daughter from pirates. The two fell in love and married over a year later. Will joined a merchant ship serving as blacksmith when it staged the rescue of Mignonette from the clutches of evil pirates..."

"Well we know that part isn't true!" Natalie interrupted as they walked down a vast carpeted hallway.

"Elizabeth was Governor's Swann's daughter?" asked Monk.

Randy continued holding up a finger,

"Wait...wait...'And for his loyalty and bravery, Mignonette rewarded Turner with Chestivaldi's wealth and title, and he and Elizabeth pledged loyalty to Genovia and settled here till their consecutive deaths in 1743 and 1745. Lord and Lady Turner were apparently such good friends with the Queen, they were buried in the Royal Cemetary at Windrose palace within feet of the queen's remains.' Wow...guess it pays to suck up to the boss huh?" Stottlemeyer said dryly as he passed Randy,

"Now where did you get that idea Lt. Disher?" M. Richard led them into a vast study, where staring down at them behind the desk were the Turners. Or rather, their painting stared them down.

"Well there you are Mr. Monk. Is this visit helping your case yet?" Motaz asked. Adrian shook his head,

"No...nothing here at the estate seems to pop out at me. Not like Windrose." Then the Prime Minister's pager went off and he looked at it saying,

"Oh, will you excuse me a moment please? Official business. M. Richard, can you lead me to a phone?"

"The phone in here isn't working Prime Minister. But I can let you use the one in my office. We'll return shortly Messieurs." Richard said showing Motaz out. Monk sighed and looked around the room as Stottlemeyer said,

"Well this was a bust. We probably should have just read Randy's book and saved us the trouble."

"I know...I was so sure this place would have as many clues out in the open as Windrose did. Maybe I was wrong." Monk said.

"Oh come on guys! This is a big house. There has to be something here!" Natalie said.

"Like what Natalie?" asked Randy. Natalie shook her head and shrugged,

"Like..." Then she stopped short seeing something in the paintings of the Turners. Over Will's left shoulder was an open window, and out the open window was a sea horizon. And on the horizon was a black ship with black sails. Natalie smiled and pointed to the painting,

"Like that!" Randy looked on in confusion,

"The painting?"

"No the Persian Rug...Of course I mean the painting!" Natalie said as Monk caught on and saw the ship too.

"Of course, "he grinned getting closer to the painting. "If a secret was behind Mignonette's portrait, why not have one behind the Turners?" He took out his handkerchief and ran his fingers along the edges again. No hinge. He lifted up the painting and only saw the blank wall and the wire hook the painting hung from. No hidden door. No secret safe like in the old movies. Nothing. Monk visibly slumped as Randy said,

"There's nothing there."

"We're not blind!" Natalie sighed frustrated that she had been wrong. Monk was about to set the painting back, when he heard something shift. He looked to the canvas itself and saw the corner of something square trying to pull through the material. He smiled and said,

"Captain." The Captain looked and smirked,

"Well I'll be...here." He pulled out his pocket knife and ran the blade along the edge of the canvas. That's when M. Richard and the Prime Minister returned and M. Richard gasped,

"What the devil are you doing?"

"Don't worry...there are two layers of canvas...we're only cutting the backing." Monk reassured them. Finally, something heavy slipped out of the canvas and landed on Captain Stottlemeyer's foot.

"Ouch!" he cried hopping on one foot and holding his injured one. As everyone rushed to help the Captain, Monk bent over and picked up what appeared to be a thick leather bound journal. He turned it over, only to have his eyes go wide seeing the infamous crest once more.

"I think I broke my toe!" shouted the Captain as Monk read the first page quietly,

"On this day June 15th. 1679, we the crew of the pirate ship the Black Pearl officially pledge our lives, friendship and loyalty to Genovia and its Queen, Mignonette Amelia. Our duties shall include but not limited to the protection of our Queen, patrolling the shores of Genovia against invading forces, insuring fair and reasonable trade, acting on the Queen's behalf as a secret police, and above all guard the one secret that shall never be directly put into written words. From this day forth we are the Brotherhood of the Black Pearl and this journal shall serve as our guide and as our testament to our lives of servitude to the Kingdom of Genovia.

Signed,

Lord William Nathanial Turner the Second,

Quartermaster for the Brotherhood of the Black Pearl."

Thrity minutes later, the Captain was still inside being treated for his toe. Natalie and Monk waited for him and Randy outside by the limo. Monk was excitingly pouring over the contents of the journal, giddy as a schoolgirl.

"Wow...this...this is incredible..." he gushed.

"I've heard..."Natalie said dryly.

"It never says what the secret was, or embellish on Mignonette's diary, but it describes all kind of secret handshakes, symbols and codes...it's incredible...simply..." Monk said.

"INCREDIBLE!" groaned Natalie in frustration. Monk held up the journal to show her a page,

"I know...according to this journal, every new member of the brotherhood learns a secret verse after they have proved their ability to keep a secret after five years...But they are never told what the verse means...According to Will Turner...'The truth of the secret shall go with the founders of the Brotherhood to the grave, for it is the grave where the secret lies...' ...Spooky..." Monk reading a little aloud.

"Wow...maybe we should go ahead and read some more of the diary...see what the crew of the Black Pearl was like, you know?" Natalie said reaching in her tote bag to pull out the diary.

"Good idea...because the crew of the Pearl became the Brotherhood..." said Monk.

"I get that Mr. Monk..." said Natalie as she opened to the right page.

'Suffice it to say, my first day of manual labor ever...was not what I expected..."