"The Return"

AUTHOR: Melissa (otherwise know as, JohnnyDee)

RATING: PG-13 for later chapters.

EMAIL: melismelli_101_@hotmail.com

DISCLAIMER: I do not own POTC, blah, blah, blah.

TIMELINE: A year after the end of POTC.

DISTRIBUTION: johnnydeppzone.com, fanfiction.net, and other sites.

CHAPTER: 10.Abandoned Shack

Charlotte sat in the sand, digging her feet deeper and deeper into the moist

soil. She looked out and watched for the slightest movement. She had seen nothing every

since Commodore's men went aboard their boats and went back to the Dauntless.

Charlotte waited and waited for Annemarie to come back. She could only pray that her

parents believed Annemarie's alibi.

Charlotte previously went looking for the shack, but had no success in

finding it. She decided to go back to shore and wait.wait for something that might never

come. The Dauntless was still floating off shore and Charlotte wondered if they'd ever

leave. Suddenly, she saw movement near the Pearl. Staring out toward the pitch, black

sea, she saw a fleet of about 10 boats, coming her way. Panicking, she quickly stood up

and ducked into the shadows. From here, she watched closely and finally noticed that it

was Commodore and his men. Surely, they were coming to search the island. The only

thing that Charlotte felt she could do, was run.

Run she did. Tearing into the brush, she ran for her life, panting and

looking behind her every few seconds. After if felt like she could run no longer, she

stopped to rest against a tree, regaining a steady pulse and heartbeat. Charlotte peered

around in the darkness to see her surroundings. Thick, tall Palm Trees surrounded her,

blocking out the moonlight. Turning behind her, she saw just what she'd been looking

for. The Shack. Only it was abandoned like Annemarie said it was.

A small flicker of a candle lit up the derelict house, accentuating the

shabbiness of the whole thing. Charlotte studied it for a moment, trying to see any

movement. When she saw none, she crept toward the house, wondering what she would

find. She reached the door and lightly knocked. "Hello?" she asked, listening for a

response. When she heard none, she knocked again; a little louder this time. Giving up,

she pulled the doorknob and pushed the door open.

Charlotte walked in and took in her surroundings. It was smaller than it

looked from the outside. A small cot lay in the corner and was topped off with a worn,

wool blanket. There was a small chair with an old leather bible a top of it and next to it

was the candle on a table stand. It was obvious someone had been living here, but they

apparently weren't home, for there was only one room, and Charlotte was in it.

Charlotte took a few more steps in, trying to find any more clues. The

floor was covered in dirt and a small rug adorned the earth. She also noticed that in the

center of the room lay an old boot, which by the looks of it, had long expired. The sole

lay in tow pieces on the floor and the leather itself was in charred threads, like it had been

set afire. All that remained completely intact was the bootstrap, which sat there like it

were completely new. Charlotte stepped forward to examine it more closely, when a swift

hand covered her mouth. She struggled and kicked, but her captor from behind held a

tight grip on her. Opening her eyes to see her captor, she saw a thick iron frying pan

aimed at her face. Within a few seconds, all was black as she slowly slumped to the floor,

unconscious.

NOTE: Do you people still like it? Sorry it's so long, I couldn't help. I am also sorry I

left a cliffhanger. I am going to the lake for 2 days, so expect the next Chapter on

Wednesday! Thanks!