Disclaimer: If POTC were mine I would be living large. Sadly I don't own it, but Disney does and their swimming in dough.

Chapter 2: Kidnapped

The clock in the foyer read 11:59. One minute to midnight and all was well. The cat was walking upstairs so she could nestle down in the hallway as she did every night, waiting for when her owner's would awake. She could picture it perfectly. A young girl at the age of 14, about 4 ft. 11 in., with curly blonde hair, hazel eyes, and very, very, very fair skin would emerge from the room carrying a bundle of clothes and a little dog following at her heels. She opened her mouth and yawned, showing all her sharp fangs. She nestled down right across from the little girl's room, she looked up at the door seeing the sign that hung on it since she could remember. It read: Rachel's Room. She yawned again and closed her eyes and soon was fast asleep.

Everything was know silent throughout the household. Rachel's parent's were sound asleep in their nice warm comfy beds. Rachel nestled deep under the covers. Her hair tied in a low bun. Dreaming of absolutely nothing. Her dog asleep right next to her bed. She laid in a small wicker bed with the word: Emy written on the side. She was tugging at the blankets that covered her little bed. Emy was dreaming of chasing the cat. However, she never seemed to be able to catch the cat. It was a big disappointment. For even in dreams she couldn't catch the darn cat.

Everyone inside the Masselle household was resting peacefully. Nothing could disturb this one minute of peace. Then the clock in the foyer downstairs chimed midnight and all the peace in the household was gone. A quick flash of silver light began to flash through the sky. Again, and again, it flashed. When a loud BOOM! Echoed throughout the little street of Garey Dr. Another flash occurred and then a big giant gaping hole appeared in the sky. A ship began to emerge from the hole. It was kind of a cherry color, although more so brown than red. It sails the purest white you could possibly imagine. On the side of the ship it read The Traveler. On board the ship men dressed in dirty clothes that were torn beyond belief were hustling about the ship. A man stood at the edge of the ship and looked down at the ground.. He was wearing a forest green coat, a black shirt underneath it, a green vest on top of his shirt, mahogany pants, black boots, a red sash around his waist, a jade colored bandana, a large forest green hat with jade colored feather. " This is the spot, the captain shouted. " You two," he said, pointing to two men in faded brown coats and white shirts that had small holes all over it. " Lower the ropes and slide down them. Find the easiest way inside and get the child out of the house. Bring her back to the ship. I want her unharmed. Understood!" The two men nodded and did as they were told.

The two men slid down the ropes and landed on the roof. "OW!" one of the men shouted. " Darn it! I got another rip in me pants from sliddin down the rope. I hate these old pants. Why did we have to wear our old clothes anyway Mattel." The man named Mattel stepped forward his eyes looked cold and hard as stone. His light brown pants had tears the size of a really big splinter. His pistol butts twinkled in the moonlight.

" You idiot! All you do is complain. You heard Captain Jones , Nigel. If the boat crashes into the a reef on our way back he doesn't want our new clothes ter get dirty. Besides when we present the child to the lord of darkness he wants us ter look our best."

" Hey you two!" a voice called from above. " You better hurry it up! The cap'n is getting awfully impatient."
" Tell him we'll be right there." Mattel shouted sounding rather annoyed. He motioned for Nigel to follow him. They crept towards the nearest window, luckily it was open. " Why do they have these screens on their windows? It's not like it can keep kidnappers like us out." Mattel said as he brandished a knife belt and sliced through the screen. The two men entered the room and surveyed it. The room was purple in color, posters of the infamous Jack Sparrow hung on the walls, a desk was across the room, beside them was a dresser and in the very center of the room was a bed. " Is that her? The one were supposed to kidnap?" asked Nigel.

" Let's have a look see, shall we? Mattel said pulling the covers off the child. " Hmmm… well it seems like it. Curly blonde, very fair skin, and hazel eyes." he said knowingly.

" How do you know she's got hazel eyes? She don't have her eyes open?" Nigel said. Mattel was about to respond, but heard a growl come from behind them. They both turned around and saw a dog with black fur growling at them. " Let's j-j-just f-f-forget the whole t-t-thing and go back to the ship. Nigel suggested shakily.

" If we go back now the Captain will kill us for sure. Or worse hand us to the dark lord." said Mattel gulping at the last sentence. " I have an idea you grab the kid. Use the rope to bound her hands and rip part of your sash to gag her. The last thing we need is for her to be screaming. Meanwhile I put the dog in this sack and will take them both back ter the ship." They nodded to each other then went off to do his job. Nigel took out his knife and cut a piece of his sash off. Then he got out the rope and walked toward the child. At the same time Mattel got out his sack. The dog growling more furiously than ever. Mattel lunged at the dog and knocked it to the ground. He quickly threw the sack over the dog and tied it with a bit of rope.

In all the commotion the soundly sleeping Rachel woke up. She could see the shadow of the a man in the dark. She was about to scream when something was put around her mouth. She looked behind her too see another figure standing over her. He started to bound her hands really tightly. Then he flung her over his shoulder. The two men smiled at each, obviously they were very proud of there work. They climbed out the window and back to were the ropes were. They began the climb. These men must have a lot of upper body strength. Rachel thought to herself. Then she realized how high they were. Ohhhh! Why does it have to be so high. I really do hate heights. As soon as she finished that thought they reached there destination. It was a ship. A pretty decent sized ship. She didn't get that great a look at it because the next thing she knew she was being tied up to a mast. Once her capturer tied her to the mast he walked away to his position. She was left to wonder what would happen to her.

A/N: I would like to thank my friend and her sister for helping me with the design for captain Jones's costume. I'd also like to thank her for reading it and telling me what she thinks of it. Thanks a lot! I'd also like to say that yes I did describe myself in this story. I'm not so creative in figuring out what people look like and making up names. And Masselle is pronounced with an E. There is no silent E at the end. I know this was long and boring but, it will get better please keep reading.