My first story, so please don't flame me!

The five sisters flew around the large bedroom, pulling last minute things into their suitcases that where already overflowing with dresses and gloves galore. High-heeled boots clicked noisily on the wooden floorboards, while quite unladylike screams and curses could be heard. The tension filled the air as the ladies sat on their bags, vainly hoping that they might magically close, fitting all five foot of clothes inside of them.

The sixth Alfonso sister, however, sat quietly by the door, her tightly closed suitcase by her feet.

"Tiegan!" One of the frantic women screamed, rushing up to her younger sister. "Have you seen my brush? If you've used it, you little bitch, there will be absolute hell to pay – "

"Over by the dresser, Mariposa." Tiegan sighed, pointing over to where the brush lay. She watched as Mariposa flounced over to get the brush, and hurried over to try and squeeze it into the already bulging case.

Without warning, the door was suddenly flung open, causing Tiegan to fall off her chair in shock. Edward Alfonso paid no heed to the youngest girl, however, and looked about impatiently.

"Hurry up, girls!" He snapped. "The Carlos' will be expecting us in three days, and there is no hope that we will get there in time if you all keep dillydallying! Just pack a case and lets get out of here. The ship will already be in the harbour."

He adopted a smile as he looked over his three eldest daughters. "Are you ready for your big day, my dears?"

The eldest stood up, culching her case as it was her last memory of what her past was. "Ready as we will ever be, Father."

Edward Alfonso puffed out his chest. "Oh, Zarita." He said affectionately. "Hector Carlos is a very lucky gentleman. Imagine, marrying the Princess of Spain!"

Zarita tucked a strand of her ebony hair behind one ear and smiled. "The Carlos family is royal too, Father." She pointed out.

Edward waved this comment away dismissively. "Of course, he is your cousin." He said, turning to the next woman. "And Elena. A picture of your mother's beauty. Jonathon does deserve you, more then any other man would."

Elena, ignoring Tiegan's rolling eyes, curtsied. "Thank you, Father."

"Senalda, I want you to treat Nathaniel well. You be a good wife to him, my Princess."

Senalda only smiled. A small lock of her hair that was tickling her cheek distracted her.

Edward turned to address his other daughters. "And everyone else. We really must go. Grab your cases and lets be off."

He headed for the door, pausing to stop by Tiegan. "And you better go help one of your sisters with her suitcase, you lazy little brat."

Tiegan bowed her head and waited for him to leave. She took the case being thrust at her by Grazia, and juggled the two down the stairs and into the carriage waiting for them. She hopped in towards the back, while her sisters bickered over who would be fortunate to receive the middle seats - the breeze from the windows could not mess up their hair. Tiegan ended up with sitting directly by a window. She didn't mind, however. She was glad to get one last glance at all of the beautiful scenery that covered the Spanish countryside. She gave a wave to the large palace she called her home, and settled into her seat. It wasn't long before they reached the harbour. Tiegan hurried out before she was reprimanded for dawdling. She pulled out as many bags as she could carry and walked onto the large ship that would take her three older sisters to their new home – in France, promised to be married to their cousins.

One of the sailors met Tiegan at the boarding dock.

"Good mornin' to ya', lass." He said brightly. "Let me take them for ya'."

Tiegan smiled and handed over the cases as the sisters caught up. Two more sailors jogged slowly over from a nearby market, and took the rest of the luggage.

The captain of the ship marched over, and bowed before Edward. "It is an honour, your highness, for you to sail on the Inocenta." He stuttered.

"The pleasure is all mine… what is your name, again?"

"William Cronk, sir. And your beautiful daughters… it is a privilege to meet you too, Princesses."

The six women curtsied, and followed their Father on board. Tiegan looked around herself. Members of the crew came onto deck: seamen, cooks, engenderers, ship boys and sailors. They all gathered around their new passengers, exited to meet royalty.

"This is my crew." William Cronk said proudly, gesturing to the large group of men.

"My name is King Alfonso the third." Edward said with self-authority. "And these are my daughters; Zarita, Elena, Senalda, Grazia and Mariposa, … oh, and Tiegan."

William Cronk beamed. "Please, my first mate will show you ladies down to your cabins."

A tall, cleanly shaven man walked towards them, leading the princesses down into the deeps of the ship. He showed them what was obviously the best room in the vessel. Bunks lined the walls, with chests at the end of each. The first mate bowed and walked away while the women claimed beds.

Tiegan perched herself on the end of her bunk, gazing out of the small porthole next to her. It was going to be a long journey.

Tiegan was right. The trip was long and tedious. Nothing seemed to really happen. Mariposa and Elena were terribly seasick, with their heads over the ship most of the time. Tiegan spent most of her free hours daydreaming. She made few friends with sailors, who taught her how to mend sails and weave ropes. But with all this, Tiegan found plenty of time to be bored.

However, on the second afternoon of being on the Inocenta, things changed. While Tiegan was staring out at the horizon, one of the ship boys flew up to her.

"Princeth! Princeth!" He lisped, wringing his wrists and trembling. Tiegan bent down. The boy couldn't have been any more then ten. "Pleathe, Princeth. We're bein' invaded. The Cap'n thaid for all of the royals to go down to - to their cabin. The Black Pearl ith comin', Princeth!"

Tiegan's heart missed a beat. She thanked the semi-hysterical boy, and raced down to her cabin. Her sisters followed her, and they quickly locked the door.

The women all sat on the farthest bed from the only entrance into the room. They huddled together, waiting.

They didn't have long to wait. Yells, roars and hollers sounded from the deck of the pirates. Tiegan could hear the crew of Inocenta trying vainly to protect their ship, but it was clear who would win. Tiegan only hoped that they would not realise that princesses where not boarding in the ship.

The women froze. The doorhandle was being rattled. They all shrunk back into the pillows, hoping that the lock was well made.

Suddenly there was a loud thump. Someone had kicked the door down. Over eight pirates swarmed into the room, giving yells of delight as they found the six girls huddled in a corner.

They grabbed a princess each, tossing them over their shoulders and pawing at their bodies. The remaining men hauled up the cases that contained the women's clothes.

Tiegan began to thrash. The man carrying her was massive. She barely took up half of his one shoulder. She dug her nails deeply into the man's bare back, but his hands where getting too close to her rump. She allowed herself to be dropped on the deck, and heard five thumps around her as her sisters met the same fate she had come too.

"We found them, Cap'n!" One yelled.

Tiegan watched in horror. She knew the captain. Not personally, of corse, but she had heard stories. Terrible stories.

"Jack Sparrow." She breathed; watching as the man drunkenly stagged over to the pirate who held Zarita. He pulled the eldest Alfonso to her feet. He slowly took in her angry blue eyes, tall body and raven hair that had fallen out, and now hung limply at her shoulders. Zarita's captor held her hands firmly behind her back as Jack Sparrow ran a finger down her hip.

He moved on to Mariposa. She was currently trying to kick her subjugator in her shins, but was not succeeding. He looked her up and down, with her blue eyes and blonde hair, still held high in a bun.

He turned and looked at Grazia, Senalda and Elena, standing together. There was not a large amount of difference. They all had blue eyes, like their sisters. They where all about the same hight, and the difference was that Grazia had black hair, like Zarita, while the others where blonde.

Sparrow turned and walked slowly over to Tiegan. She turned her head, drawing away from the rancid smell of his breath. He pulled her head around from her shoulder, studying her face. He smirked, showing a mouthful of gold. He looked into her bright green eyes, and ran a hand through her red hair. He eyed her freckles, and how short she was in comparison to her sisters.

Sparrow mouthed at her, "Black sheep." It would have been funny if the situation hadn't been so deadly serious.

He spun on his heel and turned to his crew. "Well boys, I think we're done here. Gentlemen, if you'd be so kind as t'bring the ladies…"

And so, Tiegan and her sisters where taken hostage by Jack Sparrow. Tiegan, stepping over King Alfonso's unconscious body, had never been so scared in her life.