Disclaimer, i still do not own potc much to my utter dismay, sigh maybe by the next chapter.

A huge thank you to my reveiwers annon and RandomGal21, it's really uplifting to get one at the begining of a story or two in your case annon person, thanks! i know its taking its time to get anywhere and dont worry Random the Pearl makes her appearence here unfortunatly though Jack in pirate form does not, you'll need to wait until next chappie. Oh, forgot to say that i'm sorry its been soooooooooo long since i undated but its not my fault, there seems to have been some problems with the document manager so dont dispair it wont be quite as long next time.

6 months later

Port Debrine had, day by day lost all appeal to Amber. Small enough to stroll around in one afternoon it possessed only one small market and one dressmaker. Saddened by the lack of clothing stores Amber had taken to making her own garments, the first handful finding themselves lost to the furnaces within minutes of being finished, but after 5 months of practicing she had become a rather talented dressmaker. Her latest piece, a pretty yellow dinner dress had been special made for Lorraine's impending bump. Large round the waist but neat in the chest Amber was looking forward to giving it to her cousin's wife as a late wedding gift.

"You'll be late for the crossing Amber." Rosemary warned as she heaved out a storage trunk, "I've packed all your best frocks. Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?"

"No, you have yourself a rest, I'll have plenty of maids over there to look after me." Giving her bedroom a last look over she followed Rosemary down the corridor.

She was not at all sorry to be leaving the Port for the next few weeks, it had taken a lot of patience from her in recent months. Rose hovering about her all day, Lady and Lord Peters 'dropping' in to check on her and their son, the unwanted attention from him was enough to drive any good woman mad. Not that he wasn't pleasant, he was but also incredibly persistent in asking her out for a evening stroll or afternoon tea. With all this mounting up Amber had went to the docks and had word spread that she was looking for a Captain who would be travelling over to Jamaica, it hadn't been long before Captain Lovell had answered her plea and invited her onto his ship the following week. He was actually on shore leave but with half of his crew members from Jamaica he had agreed to sail them over and Amber too since she was in such a desperate hurry to rid herself of the banks of Debrine.

Looking over the ship disappointment welled in her mind, it was not as grand as what she was used to travelling in. Half the size of the Hawk it was merely a merchant ship with no luxury at all. Never the less Amber said her goodbyes and boarded without a fuss.

Captain Lovell approached her immediately and bowed.

"Milady, so wonderful to be sailing you." he straightened and replaced his hat, "I've had some men prepare you the best cabin in the ship." holding out his arm he linked it threw hers and escorted her below deck. Only a few days, Amber gritted her teeth and entered her cabin.

The last time Amber had been aboard a ship had been the crossing from England….with Jack. She cursed herself repeatedly for thinking of him yet again. He crossed her thought often and angered and upset her every single time. The morning they had docked in Debrine Amber had rushed to find him, only to discover that he was gone. First light, the Captain had said. Sighing now, she gazed into the water below her, even tonight, the second night aboard she could tell that the crossing was going to be completely different from her first. The calm placid waters had angered and the clouds above her had become swollen with the threat of rain. A fog thicker than anything Amber had ever imagined rolled in around the ship, a thick blanket that could not be penetrated with the eye.

A shiver ran the length of her back and without thinking she pulled the hood of her cloak over her head and pinched it beneath her chin.

"Lady Shalline?" she half turned to the first mate of the ship and offered him no more than a quick polite smile. "Capt'n recon's for you to go below deck miss, says the heavens are going to open." he looked up at the darkening sky and then back to her, "This weather's not safe for Lady's like you miss, pirates patrolling the waters and such." Amber's eyes widened considerably.

"In these waters?" she asked quickly casting an eye around her, no use, the fog was too think to see two yard from the side of the ship.

"No need to be alarmed Lady," the lad continued, "just myths and nonsense." he smiled and took her elbow with the intent on leading her below deck.

"Pirates aren't myths." Uneasiness settled around her shoulders and again she glanced out to sea with no avail of seeing anything save the white mass of sea fog, "I've heard plenty of pirate stories, that one em…" she pondered thinking back to the stories that had been told of the crossing from England, "The Jubilee, I heard lots about that one and another, a myth, A black ship." she pondered again and the first mate nodded gravely.

"No myth Lady, the black one." he let go of her elbow and turned to face the fog, "The Black Pearl, its real as you is standing there Lady. Captained by a man called Barbossa I think, well that's who had it a few years back when it was preying on all the ports in the Caribbean, then," he shrugged, "it all stopped, the Pearl disappeared, now and again people say they've seen it or been attacked by it but most believe that it was sunk, some business over in Port Royal." the lad shrugged again and turned to try and usher her back below but Amber shook off his grasp.

"I'd rather stay up here if you please, if it rains I shall return below." The first mate nodded and stepped back.

"As you wish milady but don't stand too close to the barriers." Amber nodded her answer and took in a deep breath. Her delicate stomach had let her down again and was refusing to settle. Shifting uneasily she glanced up towards the stern, not seeing the first mate through the fog she stepped towards the barrier and leant over it listening to the gentle lap of the waves as they slapped the hull. She stood like that for as long as it took for her body to settle, with the threat of sickness over a chill began to bite. The fog and made her cloak damp and with a gathering breeze it was sending an icy blast through the folds and loose edges of the dark hooded gown. With darkness near complete she finally turned and took several steps in the direction of the hatch. A single shiver trickled down her back as an eerie silence settled around the ship. Turning slowly she faced the wall of fog. It stirred as if it had taken a single breath. Ambers breath escaped her lips in ragged gasps as the fog parted, soft clouds of it billowing away as the tip of a bow appeared merely five yards from where she stood. A ship, dark as coal and with the tattered remain of sails equal in colour and menace, she staggered back as fear washed over her. High above the soft flapping of fabric and wind had caught her attention. A flag fluttering lazily in the absent breeze, the cruel and dark eyes of a scull glared down on her, dismissing the myths and fables in one easy grin. This ship was real as it terrified her to the bone.

Amber turned, feet thundering on the deck and cloak billowed out behind her she ran towards the hatch, the crew were shouting, she could hear the Captain bellowing orders out in the vain hope that they could outrun this monster of a ship. Amber knew better, with little wind and no space between them the Lacey would never get away, it was dwarfed by this ship, they would be lucky if it wasn't run through.

Panic pulsing through her body, Amber got to her cabin and slammed the door shut, with any luck the pirates would not suspect her hiding yet her mind wandered to the rest of the crew, what of them? Would they be killed? Squeezing her eyes shut she pressed her body into the corner and covered her ears. It was not enough to drown out the shouts and shots above her. If she were to die on this ship nobody would know, not for weeks and weeks. Stephen and Lorraine did not know she was coming and with Rose thinking she was not going to hear from her until she was to return not a soul would come looking. Images of a brutal death bombarded her mind and at one point she contemplated throwing herself from the ship, surly braving the elements of the sea would be better than waiting here to see if death was going to be cruel of kind. Stifling a sob of despair she slowly removed her fingers from her ears.

Nothing.

Not a sound.

Careful not to let her heels scrape on the rutted wood floor she gathered her self together and stood. Had they gone already? Chewing nervously on her bottom lip she stepped forward and reached for the doorknob. It swung open before she had a chance to touch it.

"Well well well, a wench on a merchant ship, we've stuck gold here Samuel."