Sorry guys! I haven't updated in ages! I feel so awful!

Disclaimer: I don't own POTC but I own a copy of the DVD!

Fleur opened her eyes. Above her face hovered another as black as night. Fleur gasped and lunged her hand to hit the intruder. She pushed herself up away from the poorly dressed lady and saw she was in a cabin.

"Where am I?" Fleur demanded holding a sheet to her throat as her green eyes coolly surveyed the other woman.

"She be awake!" the woman screeched.

Fleur pushed herself harder again the cabin wall and her head shot in the direction of the opening cabin door. The black woman now had retreated into a corner away from the group that entered. There were three men. The middle one was tall and had dark brown her that grew in a long beard down his clothed chest and from out underneath his black hat. His moustache connected from underneath his nose to his beard and was of the same colour. He had a dark tanned coloured skin that was adorned with cuts and scar. He wore a long black trench coat over a beige button-up shirt and black pants that hung over leather boots.

The man to his left was a bald, Caucasian male who wore old brown pants and no shirt. The man to the right was dressed almost exactly the same except his skin was as dark as the woman's and his ribs stuck out disgustingly. His hair was brown and poked up in odd directions atop his head.

Fleur swallowed nervously, oh where the hell am I now? she thought nervously.

"Where am I?" she asked.

"Ahh Miss, you're awake," the middle man said happily, "I'm Captain Whelan, the Captain of this ship, the "Capture""

"Why am I here?" Fleur pressed.

"This here is Manuel, my boatswain," he said indicating the bald man and totally ignoring Fleur "and our drummer, Oxley" he said pointing to the scrawny man.

"Drummer?" Fleur asked confused.

"Now you'll wish to change into something a little more comfortable to I'll get Meriam to show you to the wardrobe. Meriam!"

The black woman spoke, "yes sir, come with me" she added to Fleur harshly.

Whelan slapped her hard across the face, "don't dare speak to her like that again or I'll have you thrown overboard! Hear me?" Whelan demanded angrily.

"Yes sir," Meriam whimpered holding a hand to her stinging cheek.

Fleur got up slowly still holding the sheet to her body (which was clothed). She followed Meriam down below, unnerved by Whelan's aggressiveness. Meriam stopped her at two doors. She swung them open to reveal a magnificently decorated room. It was painted white with raised surfaces painted gold. This was only one room, a door led to another. In this room stood a tall dresser painted in the same manner as its surroundings.

"Wow," Fleur breathed stepping in and looking around.

In the corner stood changing shades that looked oriental, a large mirror stood fixed to the wall and exotic paintings of jungles and forests garlanded the walls. In the corner stood a small wooden, polished table and two fancy chairs with plush pink cushions sewed on, both a deep brown colour.

"There be clothes in the dresser. Choose one and I'll get ye into it" Meriam snapped impatiently going and sitting at the small table.

Fleur looked at her then towards the dresser. She opened the doors and gasped. It was like looking into Elizabeth Turners wardrobe! (Which she had done one night those years ago when she was feeling bored) Flipping through them Fleur felt like a kid in a candy store (that her father had raided one time for her). The dresses were as many as the waves in the oceans, except Fleur found them all very VERY low cut. She finally found one that was perfect (and not too low).

The bodice was claret and extended from Fleur's waist to underneath her breasts. Over her shoulders a frilled edge scarf was draped so that it formed a 'V' shape from her neck. The material was a rose pink colour and tied up at the back with a large blood red bow. Two skirts fell down from the bodice. The first was a deep vermilion silk and hung to the ground. The second was a geranium lake colour and hung over the first though parted down the middle so that the below layer could be seen. The bodices sleeves stopped at her elbow and were greeted by blood red gloves to match the bows.

As Meriam dressed her Fleur suppressed a shudder. She didn't like entertaining the idea that another woman was dressing her. Meriam's harsh voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Ye can look at yerself in the mirror, I do yer hair as yer do"

Fleur obeyed her orders and looked at her reflection. It shocked her to see her dolled up, and in a dress. Meriam ran a brush through her raven curls and tied a section of it in a bun so that the rest spilt down her back.

"Tell me," Fleur asked innocently, "why I'm being asked to wear this while you were naught but a think sheet or cloth?"

Meriam didn't answer her question and replied with, "supper be served. Come!"

"Thank you," Fleur said timidly as Meriam pushed past her and out through the doors.

Again she was ignored and she followed the woman to the main cabin were dinner was set out extravagantly and Whelan sat behind a huge turkey.

"Sit Ma'am" he told her gesturing to a tall high back chair, "you look the world"

Fleur smiled slightly and sat down across the table from him. she didn't pick up her fork, instead she sat there staring into nothingness. Where was she?"

"Eat up, ye looked starved!" Whelan said to her.

"Thank you sir," Fleur told him picking at some chicken she placed on her plate.

"What's your name girl?"

Fleur looked up, no way was she going to bother with lying, "Fleur Sparrow" she replied.

Whelan spluttered on his wine, "what'd you say?" he demanded.

"My names Fleur Sparrow" Fleur repeated cautiously.

"You're not the daughter of Jack Sparrow are you?"

"Yes" Fleur told him looking at him straight in the eye.

"Mother of God! Really? Well this changes things then doesn't it?" Whelan laughed.

"Excuse me?" Fleur asked her fingers curling around her knife.

"I was going to sell you at the next island as a wench! This certainly changes things to a better outlook"

Fleur noticed Manuel and Oxley step out and stand behind their Captain, their muscles flexing.

"Wh-what outlook do you mean?" Fleur asked him.

"Well," Whelan started, "I was going to sell you to another man, but why bother when I can have you for myself!" he laughed.

Fleur jumped up, "you're stupid! I can just run ashore!" she spat at him.

Whelan laughed, "you must've bumped your head bad missy. We're at sea"

Fleur gasped and ran from the room. She ran up onto the deck and sighed in dismay, he was right. They were in the middle of nowhere with no land to be sighted either way. She screamed as Manuel and Oxley wrapped their strong hands around her arms and dragged her away from the warm sunlight.