Ok, Beth...you can stop bugging me now! Here is chappie 12...ENJOY! And more rum to Beth for reviewing!

Disclaimer: I own...a lot of people in this chappie...but all things PotC belong to the Disney people...who still haven't given me a free pass to Disneyland...

Hushed voices spoke from somewhere near Meg.

"Where did she come from?"

"I don' know…"

"I wonder 'ow long she's been there."

"Come, let's bring 'er into the 'ouse."

Meg felt herself being lifted up and then her mind went blank again.

A few hours later, Meg woke up. She started at a white ceiling for a moment.

"Am I home?" she thought. She looked around the room.

"Mama!" cried a voice. "Mama! She's awake!"

Meg turned her head to the doorway and saw a girl in a long blue dress with short sleeves and a long braid in her hair a few years younger than her standing there. Another older woman wearing the same thing (except it was red) and with a cap on her head entered the room.

"Lord, bless ye! You're alive! 'Ow are ye feelin'?" she asked, feeling Meg's forehead.

"I…um…oh…" Meg lay back in the pillow again, feeling a pounding sensation in her head.

"Marian, go an' get me a bucket o' cold water and a rag." The woman said. This 'Marian' in the doorway nodded, turned, and vanished down some stairs. Meg took a shaky breath and looked at the woman standing over her.

"There, there," she said softly. "We'll get ye well in no time…ye've probably just got a small headache."

Meg nodded and closed her eyes.

"I've got it Mama!" Marian said, running into the room, splashing water everywhere.

"Hush, child! Now, bring it 'ere."

Meg watched her hand dip the clean rag in the water, wring it out and then dab it on Meg's forehead. The woman did this for the next half-hour. Marian fidgeted around the room, waiting to meet their patient. After Meg was feeling a bit better, she could talk.

"W-where am I?" she asked.

"In London," replied the older woman.

"We found ye on our door step,"

"Oh…" memories of the night before started flooding back into Meg's head. She looked very sternly at the foot of the bed she was lying on.

"Could you tell us your name, child?" the older woman asked.

Meg blinked and was brought out of her reverie.

"Oh, aye, Meg…" she hesitated and remembered that she probably shouldn't mention her last name because of her history as a pirate.

"That's a lovely name!" exclaimed Marian. "I'm Marian."

Meg nodded and smiled a little.

"And I'm Felicity Warren, Marian's mother. Now you should get some rest. Then you can have a bite to eat and tell us how you get here."

Meg nodded again, feeling a jolt in her stomach.

So Meg slept till suppertime when Marian came clambering up the stairs with a tray in her hands. Meg sat up and allowed her to set the tray on her lap.

"Mama's goin' to bring up some tea," she said.

"Thank you," Meg said after swallowing some chicken.

After Meg had finished her supper and drank some of the tea, Marian took the tray away. Mrs. Warren came back up stairs with a baby on her hip.

"You don't mind if we all crowd in 'ere to listen, do you?" she asked. Meg smiled politely and shook her head. Two little boys, another girl, Marian, an older boy about a year older than Meg and a man (who Meg guessed was Mr. Warren) all came in and sat in various places around the room. Mr. Warren came up to Meg and patted her on the arm.

"You're welcome to stay as long as you like," he said with a soft smile. Meg thanked him and looked around the room, wondering where to begin and what was the best way to tell her tale.

"I…I was kidnapped by pirates…" she began. Mrs. Warren, Marian and the two younger boys gasped. Meg smiled. "And I had to stay on their ship for many months. I was forced to play with the captain's child…"

"That's not true…I was not forced…" Meg thought by continued to tell her story. As she did so, she avoided all names possible and also avoided all happy thoughts, finally ending with herself running away from the port and trying to get as far inland as possible. The mouths of the two boys sitting on the end of the bed were open in awe. Meg looked around the room; all eyes were on her.

"Um…where's my cloak?" she asked.

"Cloak?" repeated Mrs. Warren. "You didn't 'ave one with you, child."

Meg looked at the floor. She must have left it on the Pearl because she suddenly remembered not having it in the tavern.

"Well," began Mr. Warren. "I think now would be a good time for more introductions, Meg. You know Marian and my wife, Felicity." Meg nodded. "This is James and Peter," Mr. Warren motioned to the end of the bed where the two boys of seven were seated. "Lilly," the girl of five sitting on his lap. "Joseph," the infant on Mrs. Warren's lap. "And Kearney." The older boy in the back of the room nodded at Meg. "And I'm Mark Warren."

"It's very nice to meet you all…" Meg said avoiding Kearney's gaze.

"Come on, children, we must give our guest some more rest." Mrs. Warren said, standing up and beginning to usher the little ones out. The older ones walked out of the room with out another word. Mr. and Mrs. Warren bid Meg goodnight. She nodded smiled and laid back down. Mrs. Warren shut the door and the room became very dark. Meg rolled over on her side and tried to fall asleep. But every time she closed her eyes, she could see Jack as clear as if he was really there. Soon, after a very rough time, Meg finally fell asleep.

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"Jack, if we stay out here any longer, Louise and Gracie'll catch their deaths!" Elijah shouted at Jack's figure standing at the end of the dark street. Jack continued to peer into the darkness for some sign of Meg.

"I will never forgive myself…" he thought. He turned and swaggered back to Elijah and the others.

Well? You like it? R&R please! And I'll get the other's up soon. I was up till 2 in the morning writing the 15th chappie. Well...I wasn't writing the whole time...I was watching PotC in mute again. (LOL) It's fun! Oh, and I had to use the name 'Kearney'! I love it! I have a character in my PotC RPG group named that. But those who are in it (like Beth) already know that...Anywhosit (I stole it) TALLY HO!