Note!! Sorry guys, but this or the next chapter will be the last for a while. I'm leaving for Europe on Thursday, and I'm not coming back till August third, so I won't be on. BUT, hopefully the European experience will give me more ideas. I'll return with a whole lot of chapters, if not the whole thing finished. So, please, don't forget my story! Now enjoy.

Belladonna cringed slightly. That voice. She knew that voice. Before she could do or say anything, she was drug off the ship and a pair of pale, gloved arms were hugging her tightly.
"OH, I knew you'd be back! I've missed you so much! I knew you hated being a pirate, I knew you wanted to be a lady again!!!" It was Karen, Belladonna's tall, frail older sister. She was wearing her normal outfit- A light blue, low cut dress, with wide hoops, and a tiny, tiny waist. She held a lacy parasol in one hand over her head. She hugged Belladonna again, beaming.
"What I want, Karen, is for you to let go of me." Karen only hugged her tighter. "My clothing is filthy. It will ruin your new silks." This made her loosen a little. "I haven't had a good bath in weeks. I'm filthy." This made her loosen again. "I smell of liquor. What would mother say?" This is what made her release.
"Oh, Belle, things are so dull without you!"
"Are they now." She answered in monotone. She looked over Karen's shoulder to see Jack doing a rather nasty impression of her sister, and she smiled.
"What is it?"
"Oh, nothing Karen. Look, I need to come to the plantation."
"Of course you do! You simply MUST! We've kept your room intact, and all of you old gowns are still there and-"
"My friend needs to come with us." She cut Karen off, and pointed to Jack. Karen turned around and took a step back, looking at him.
Jack took off his hat and shook Karen's hand. "Capitan Jack Sparrow, Madame."
Karen shook his hand, and promptly wiped hers on her skirt afterwards, making a disgusted face. "My pleasure, Captain." She said softly, a bit disturbed by his appearance.
Belladonna grinned, and tugged on Karen's sleeve. "Shall we go, then?"
Karen nodded meekly, taking as deep a breath as she could. She coughed a bit, and followed Belladonna. "Is your gentleman friend coming with us, sister?"
"He's no gentleman." Belladonna said, stopping. "And yes, he is." She shot a look at Jack, who followed them, staggering, beaming, pleased. They walked along, Karen chattering away about things at home, the cotton crop, and her mother. Belladonna payed little attention, because she was a bit angry at Jack. He was drunk! Completely wasted, she could tell, by the way he staggered along, and especially when he whispered over Karen's shoulder "Where are we going again?"
"Who IS he?" Karen asked Belladonna.
"The captain of a ship I'd like to join. I need him to see the plantation."
"A PIRATE on the Lafayette plantation? Oh, father must be turning over in his grave right now."
"In case you haven't noticed, Kar, I am a pirate." She replied. Karen looked her over. Indeed, she looked like a pirate. Her hair was long and dirty, with various colored ribbons plaited in. She wore an off-white shirt, with its sleeves rolled up over her elbows. She wore a black-and- white striped corset over the shirt (yes, cliché, I know), and wore a tattered, faded, frayed purple skirt. Under that she wore a lace petticoat, just as worn as the skirt. She wore a belt on her hip, upon which hung a small bag of gold, a sword, and an old pistol. These were covered up by a few shawls she had draped over her hips.
"Dear sister, your legs are showing."
Belladonna looked down. "Yes. Indeed they are." She said. "Thank you for clearing that up, Karen" she thought, but again, bit her tongue. After all, Karen was, right now, her ticket onto the plantation.
"That is most obscene, Belladonna. We must get you a new dress when we get home. You'd like that, wouldn't you? A nice, silk dress, with new hoops and lace?"
"Karen, dear, no, not really. What can you do in them?" She asked bluntly. Karen only shook her head.
"Oh, you're delirious from the sun! We must get you inside, soon! Surely, you could not be happy in those, rags."
Karen then looked back and saw that Jack was lagging. She walked back and reluctantly grabbed his arm. "Come, this way, Mr. Sparrow. It isn't much farther."
"Thank you, Miss Careen." He answered, hooking his arm through hers. She forced a smile.
"Karen, Mr. Sparrow. Karen." She said slowly. Belladonna laughed slightly. She spoke to him as though he was a small child.
"Aah, yes of course."