Chapter 16:

A/N: Yes! I'm off school today thanks to that fluffy white stuff outside my door! Woo Hoo! Well I suppose I should continue writing, so here it goes!

Disclaimer: I haven't had one of these in a while but then again my remark hasn't changed since. I still don't own pirates. poor me and u too since Disney is the only one who really owns it.

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Elizabeth was showed to a medium sized chamber, one of the few that the Black Pearl contained. The door was shut behind her and locked from the outside; surprisingly she had never been in this room before. She sat down cautiously on a footstool waiting for the servant to enter and dress her for breakfast.

A mild-mannered woman in plain dress entered from a second door within the room. Her coils of tan brown hair were placed under a small white bonnet she wore on top of her head, draped across her arms was the dress Elizabeth would wear. The gorgeous fabric glimmered in the light of the candle it's fabric giving off a pearly white tint with forget-me-nots embossed throughout the gown. It was low cut and bore a restraining corset that Elizabeth must face once again.

Miss Swann stood and changed in the center of the room for there was no dressing curtain nor anything to stand behind. She winced in pain as the maid pulled tighter on the ties of the corset. When the gown had finally been fitted on her the maid fiddled with her hair separating some of it into small ringlets and the rest was pulled up away from her face. Now it was time for the final touch, the maid pulled from her pocket a black box and opened it to reveal a diamond necklace and matching earrings. The necklace sprawled around her neck and chest as if they were crystal tears lightly wetting her skin for the effect.

She rose from her chair and smoothed the ruffles out of her dress then proceeded to the door where the servant escorted her down to the dinning hall. All the while her mind wondered asking questions like what did this man want with her and what was Will doing, was everyone looking for her or had they given up? Her thoughts halted as she entered the great hall; apparently Christopher had a touch for the dramatic because he redecorated the entire room. It was spotless and very elegant looking, she wondered where he had gotten all the supplies to do such a thing and in such short time. But she kept the thought from her mind as she was seated at the table and food brought out to her.

"You look lovely Mrs. Turner." Christopher grinned his stained teeth gleaming at her.

Elizabeth choked on her words, "Swann."

"I beg your pardon Ms.?" Christopher starred at her awkwardly.

"I'm not married yet, it's simply Miss Swann, if you please?" She recoiled politely.

"Ah, yes. Salmon? It's very good this season, or perhaps some lobster?" He lifted a plate to her to add emphasis on how well it was cooked and that is would make a delicious meal.

"All of this for breakfast?" Her eyes wondered up and down the table of food.

"What? Is it not enough?"

"Oh no, plenty I assure you. It's just I'm not used to eating such exquisite food for breakfast is all." Elizabeth tried her best to stay on his good side so that he might go light on her when it finally came to the beating that was sure to come. She knew it too, she had seen the scars on my back and knew very well that he didn't fair well with women.

"You know my father used to say to me that if you have it all why not use it? So with that in mind, lets eat." She nodded pleasantly and took a slice of pork cutting it daintily and chewing with all the proper manners that she could recall.

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I decided that I had no more time to waist on silly fantasies so I gathered my strength and marched back up the steps only to find Ana descending them. "And where do you think you're going, Miss Reynolds?"

"Well I was-. Wait! Miss Reynolds?" I narrowed my eyes glaring up at her and her proper manners taking notice of the rough textured burgundy maids dress she was wearing.

"You're libel to catch cold up there, Miss and the Captain along with Commodore will have none of that." She took another step down showing me a glimpse of the gown in her arms.

"It's as warm as summer out there! I won't catch a cold!" I retorted stepping back down the stairs.

"Shut up and walk back down the bloody steps will you!" Ana yelled with her raised tone and I backed down immediately. "Jack ordered me to come down here and dress you in this," she flung the blue dress out in front of me, "says a military ship would attract the pirates to it especially one carrying women such as us."

"We're bait! What in blazes is he thinking?" I shook my head my eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

"He says Christopher and Millson won't recognize us from afar especially if your all dolled up and I'm in a maids dress." Ana undid the back of the dress revealing a corset under its think royal blue color.

"Where did he get these outfits, they look as if they hadn't been worn in years?" I asked watching with fascination at how fast Ana was working the dress to bend to my body size, I could tell she had done this before.

"Your dress is from that trunk found on Millson's ship that's up in the brig and my maid's dress was found lying around in a closet or the like." She picked the dress up and told me to undress, which I did in a hurry. First came the lacy under gown that itched something terrible. "God knows how old these are."

Ana tightened the restraints jerking me every which way, maybe I was wrong, I don't think she had done this before and if she did she needed more practice because it hurt like hell. "Can't you be any less painful with this god forsaken frock?" I pleaded as I was suffocated more.

I looked at the finished product in a cracked mirror that Ana- Maria supplied me with, "Are my breasts supposed to bulge out like that, they look so close together."

"Stop playing with it girl! I finally got this 'god forsaken frock' to lay right." The blue went with my dark hair and the gold trim lightened the green in my eyes. Next was my hair and I was already feeling the pain that would be inflicted upon me by her coarse hands, I grimaced silently.

After a half an hour we were ready to make an appearance on top deck. I was frightened out of my wits but not from the battle that would forge from this but all the stares, they really frightened me. I heard my heals clank against the planks of he ship as I made my way out on to the deck. The dress skimmed the floor and Ana elbowed me letting me know to lift it slightly so that it does not drag.

My hair was brushed and part of it pulled back into a low bow the rest hung loose against my back. I waited for the first hoot or holler but there was none, they all just starred in all at my true beauty beneath the silt and dirt that had been caked on my face. "Well Miss Reynolds, you clean up nicely." Norrington approached me and I turned half way to look at him.

"I wish people would stop saying that, it's not as if I plan on staying this way. I left that life a long time ago." My eyes dropped as I noticed Turner making his way down the stairs from the quarterdeck over to us.

"Yes, well all the same it suits you." He turned to talk to Turner who stood speechless for a moment's time.

"Sir," his lip quivered slightly and I tried to pay no mind to him but it was like two opposite magnets pulling together. Our eyes met and our lives paused for a small period of time; Ana noticed this and elbowed me again.

"Yes Mr. Turner?" Norrington's stern voice slapped Turner back to reality and he became eye level with the Commodore.

"We're coming up on Millson." He paused again watching me from the corner of his eye, "should we ready the guns, sir?"

"Yes, why not? Tell Mr. Sparrow he has done a fine job at directing us and he can now go bellow decks and wait for his signal."

"Yes, sir." He turned to me, "Milady," he bowed his head about to walk off.

I shuddered slightly before sounding my thoughts aloud, "Turner we are but crew mates, there is no need to give station were there is none." My voice cracked slightly at the end of the sentence and Ana stared at me ready to kill me for behaving rashly, it was not suitable for a lady. But, then again, I was no lady.

"On the contrary, Miss Reynolds, if you are pretending to be of class then everyone must believe you are of class. What this entails is title and proper treatment of a lady. So what Mr. Turner said was perfectly in line with the truth."

I thought about this for a moment and I agreed, for Millson to believe we were simply a military ship escorting a lady to another island it must appear as so. We could not have the likes of me working with the crew or being consumed in a brawl, it was not proper. "My apologies, Mr. Turner." I gave a small curtsey shocking Ana, nearly giving her a heart attack.

"There is no need for apologies, sir I will inform 'Mr.' Sparrow immediately." Turner left our presence and I relaxed slightly.

"I must also be on my way, feel free to stand on the deck and do relax Miss Reynolds. Everything will go smoothly, no worries." Norrington stated.

"Yes sir, I shall try." Ana took my arm and we walked down the deck speaking of freedom and the sea itself as if there was nothing to be concerned with. But deep within the mysteries of my mind dark thoughts grew. For I felt that despite our planing and scheming Millson would over power us, what if he did not buy the act? What if he just started shooting at us?

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"Christopher!" Millson swung the doors to the dinning hall wide open walking straight in and slamming his hands onto the table.

"What is the meaning of this Captain? Can't you see that we are trying to have breakfast in peace?" Christopher retorted in his snobbish accent.

"I'm sorry sir, but we've spotted a navy ship." Millson replied loosening his anger.

"Well why the devil should we care?" Christopher was clearly agitated now and unaware of Elizabeth slipping a dinner knife into a purse under her skirts.

"It is a royal ship, carrying atleast two women passengers. It would be a good break for my men. We can take the ship, as a British Naval ship we'll be untouchable and then we also have more supplies and ammunition. It's just what we need, sir."

"I'll allow your men to pillage what ever they see fit but we are not trading ships. This one is feared and it is a gallant vessel that suits me well. I will not go in disguise just because it puts another notch on your belt." Christopher turned back to Elizabeth, "Forgive me, milady, but there is business that I must attend to. Surely you understand?"

"Yes, well beyond what you may believe." Miss Swann stared down at the food as she waited for them to leave her. A loud sigh erupted from her throat she pulled the napkin from her lap and dabbed her forehead removing any sweat that had perspired there.

The maid entered the room gathering a couple of plates in her arms, leaving as quickly as she had entered only to return once again to gather more plates of untouched food. Elizabeth stood and walked to the starboard window watching as the Pearl briskly turned in the water sending them straight for the other ship. Her eyes watched the waves crash against the side of the ship and gently patted the knife in her purse.

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"Here they come," Ana whispered in my ear and I tilted my head so that I could see the on coming ship.

"Irreparable copy cats! Stole my idea those bastards did" I rolled my eyes in disgust and listened for the watch to shout his orders and the Commodore to send me bellow decks.

"Come, a battle scene is no place for a lady. We must have you put bellow decks immediately." He took my arm and escorted me back to the stairwell, I stood in the archway Sparrow was just bellow me.

"Do you have your pistol?' I patted my pocket and smiled keenly, "That's my gal. I have a second cutlass so when it comes time you know what to do."

"I, Captain, that I do." My gaze shifted back onto deck watching as the men from the Pearl boarded our ship, Ana stood just to my side gripping my hand tight awaiting our call.

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Norrington approached Millson who was now standing at the enter of his men, "stand down your men, sir, and we shall not be forced to engage in battle." His voice was bold and rich in desire to kill; I hadn't known that Norrington prized the death of pirates until then.

"Ha! Tell me man, do you know who we are?" Norrington raised an eyebrow listening and waiting to see what exactly Millson had up his sleeve. "We are the owners of the Black Pearl and I am Captain Kurt Millson, sir." Obviously that comment did not phase the Commodore because he had dealt with the Pearl and several other pirate Captains before, including my father. "Tell me mate, what happened to those fair ladies whom were on the deck just moments ago, I wish to meet them." Millson waved to a few of his men whom made their way over to some sailors holding them hostage.

"Ah, the women, Mrs. Jennson and her servant Kara. Ladies, won't you join us?" He waved to me and Ana, who stood in the doorway. As we waltzed over to the commodore and captain we kept our heads low in a bow and acted frightened.

"Lovely, lovely. You two present yourselves well. Perhaps we'll take you with us." Millson lifted my chin to get a better glimpse at me.

"Like hell you will!" I clutched the pistol in my pocket and shot it at the pirate next to Millson. His eyes shuttered from the knowledge of had happened; they were tricked.

The gun sounding was the sign for Sparrow and the rest of the navy sailors to surface and begin their fight. But our battle was stopped short before it even started when Christopher emerged from the Pearl with Elizabeth in his grip. "Drop your weapons or the lady gets it!"

Our crew did exactly what they were told and the weapons clanked on the wood as they dropped from their owner's hands. "Much better. Millson! Grab Justine and bring her aboard. Take Sparrow too, this could become fun!" He backed away dragging Elizabeth with him.

"Well my dear, it's good to see you again." Millson grinned from ear to ear dreaming of the torture that I would endure.

"Keep your paws off of me you dirty blithe!" I snatched my hand from his and walked freely onto the deck, my father being dragged behind me.

"So where's the rest of your crew, madam?" Millson rubbed his cheek against mine and caressed my shoulders with the palms of his hands.

"Their dead thanks to you!" I spat back into his face jerking his body away from mine.

"Why you good for nothing whore! I'll teach you to refuse a Captain!" He grabbed at me full force sending me to the ground. I pounded on him as hard as I could but he wouldn't let up. His weight kept me pinned to the ground.

"Let go o' her!" Sparrow shouted in the background, I could here him hit a man and curse at his hurting hand then dart over to me. The weight was lifted and I was pulled from the ground, my next move was on pure reaction. I took the pistol out from my pocket and aimed it at Millson only to find several other pistols pointed at me. "Let it go, Justine. Wait for the opportune moment, you'll have your revenge but not now." Sparrow whispered in my ear gripping my shoulders and praying that I wouldn't do anything rash.

The gun dropped cascading with the wooden planks on the deck, I gritted my teeth cursing in my mind for not taking the opportunity to kill him on the spot. Damn Jack for being right! I walked passed him my dress flowing across the floor like water as I made my way to Christopher, to death itself.

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A/N: Another chapter has been finished only two more to go and then I'm done. Hey, if you guys would like a sequel or anything like that I am opened to ideas. So just write a review and let me know what you thought and what you want to see in the future or e-mail me at angeldragon565@hotmail.com. Thanks! Ta!