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Chapter Nine: Kidnapped

The room was moving.

It was moving! Lainey didn't open her eyes. She was lying under a heavy, warm quilt in a bed she didn't know; a funny scent clung to it- rum, salt, and a strange spicy smell. It wasn't unpleasant. But she hadn't time to contemplate the scent of the bed. The room was moving, and that meant one thing- she was at sea.

She sat up slowly, opening her eyes reluctantly. The quilt, brown and thick fell away from her, revealing her still in her dress, though now untied. The room was a cabin, with wood-panelled walls and bare floorboards. A grand wooden bed, a desk and chair, many random boxes and chests, a mirror, a wardrobe.

A pirate ship. She was on a pirate ship.

"Oh my God." The words came out as a whisper, a horrified, shocked, numb whisper.

The room moved more. It was horrible, like vertigo, and it made Lainey feel very sick. She swallowed, her throat dry, her eyes raw. They found the window. Morning sunlight beamed in, reflecting on the blue waves visible outside, the beams dusty in the cabin.

The Black Pearl. This was the Black Pearl.

The door opened, and Lainey tensed automatically.

A man walked in. He was handsome, rugged-looking, with brown hair and a beard. He was armed, a pirate, but not a bad-looking one. He looked at Lainey, and nodded. Lainey recognised him; he had been with Sparrow in the tavern. She stared back at him.

"You." She could hardly find her voice.

"Yes, William Turner," he introduced himself, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. He was softly spoken for a pirate, polite and gentle. "I see you are awake, Miss-?"

"Lainey, Lainey Poelle."

"Miss Lainey Poelle," he repeated, smiling kindly. "Well, Lainey, you're aboard the Black Pearl. This is Jack's cabin."

Lainey found it strange to hear Mr Turner refer to Sparrow as 'Jack'. It seemed strange that Jack Sparrow should have friends, people who cared for him. She wondered what was going to happen to her, and shivered.

"You are quite safe here," Will promised, as though he had guessed her thoughts. His eyes twinkled. "You are in no danger; Jack says-" But quite what Jack had said to Will, Lainey never found out, because at that moment, Jack Sparrow himself entered the cabin behind Will.

Anger Lainey didn't know she even had flooded through her. "You bastard!"

Sparrow raised his eyebrows, walking closer to her. "My my, we did wake up in a bad mood." He didn't flinch as she stood up before him, glaring at him. She had been scared before but now she was just extremely angry, her face hot.

"You bastard!" she screamed it again.

Sparrow shook his head, raising a grubby finger. "Tha's Captain Bastard to you, luv."

She didn't know what made her do it, didn't know where it came from. All she knew was her fist collided with Sparrow's face with a very satisfying crunch. Sparrow's eyes widened in shock, and he stumbled back a little from the impact. Lainey drew back her fist again, but then Will's hands were on her wrists, holding her back.

She thrashed and screamed, staring at Sparrow, who glared back at her. He half-pulled his pistol from his belt, then grinned suddenly, making her freeze. Nothing good could come from that grin.

"If yer calm yerself," Sparrow said slowly, pushing the pistol back into his belt, "yer can see an old friend."

Lainey's blood ran cold. She narrowed her amber eyes. "Who?"