A/N: Another Monday, another chapter. Hope you enjoy. Our favorite three pirates make cameos! Saw Dead Man's Chest over the weekend, loved it, Jack could have had more snappy oneliners, but I loved it! Didn't even notice the two and half hours past by.

On that note, I've recently posted two new POTC fics. Check out my attempt at telling the third movie, World's End (tentative title)

But how the heck did one dinky little oneshot with Jack and Will get 18 reviews in twenty four hours? I'm talking about 'Mr. Turner's Last Night as a Bachelor' and it only took me about an hour to write. Thanks to all who reviewed, and the rest of you check it out.

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Mlle.Fox

Mignonette sighed as she watched the thick rolls of fog waft over the breaking white caps of the sea. Two more weeks would see her in Port Royal, and from there she would travel around the Caribbean Sea to the three small colonies Genovia had established to grow olives. Her two maids insisted on her wearing gloves and a hat, keeping a parasol over her head. She didn't see why…the sun had not been out for three days. It was covered by this thick unnatural fog, the ship was just grateful they weren't dead in the water. There was a constant watch on the few feet ahead of the stern of the ship. And the captain was even more concerned about pirates.

But his Queen was on board, so he didn't voice this concern to her. Nor did he tell his crew she was the queen. Only he and her two maids knew. These precautions were done against the crew, should they be tempted to mutiny, become pirates and offer a hefty ransom for their most prominent passenger. Nowadays one didn't know who would turn pirate. He had recently heard Commodore Norrington of Port Royal had become a pirate in the short time of his decommission. But gossip was about as common as turning pirate on the seven seas today. So as far as the crew was concerned, Queen Mignonette was a wealthy merchant's daughter traveling to visit relatives in the Caribbean.

He approached the young queen and asked her,

"How are you today Milady?" Mignonette looked up at the tall, broad shouldered man of fifty with a gray wig under a blue tricorne. He had been so gracious the last month. But he still kept her at arms length as did her maids. She wished she had someone she could really talk to.

"I am well Captain…I wish I could walk about in the sunshine though." she said.

"I know Ma'am. But fresh air is still fresh air. There is nothing like a day at sea." The Captain declared taking a large breath.

"I wouldn't know Captain…the first few weeks I was seasick and resigned to my cabin. Then my maids insisted I stay indoors but for an hour a day, and the terrible rain kept following us and now this!" Mignonette laughed.

"I know Ma'am. But trust me, a life on the sea is worthwhile to those who put up with all the bumps in the road." The Captain told her.

"I'll take you're word for it Captain." Mignonette told him. He tipped his hat and returned to his command, leaving Mignonette to sigh and return her gaze to the short horizon before her. Suddenly, an orange flash burst through the haze accompanied by a distant boom. As a lowly whistle came to her ears, the Captain rushed up to her and pushed her and her maids down shouting,

"Cannon fire!"

"We're under attack!" someone yelled.

"Get the woman below and raise up the white flag! Men to the cannon deck! Steer the powder magazine away from them!" the Captain ordered pushing Mignonette and her maids to a crewman.

"All hands on deck!"

Cannon fire continued as Mignonette desperately raced below deck, dragged by her maids and the crewman. They got close to their cabin and the crewman left them to return topside. Mignonette's maids however pulled her further down one saying,

"No Your Majesty! We'll go down further below! To the cargo deck!"

"Good thinking…" Mignonette nodded following them down the ladder to the three decks below. But as Mignonette stepped off one ladder, a cannon ball burst through the deck and cut straight across, sending the part of the ladder the maids were on flying, the maids to crash to the ground below. Mignonette had ducked, screaming out in terror, when she lifted her head, she saw only one of her maids in sight, and the pool of blood around her head indicated she was dead. She looked to the ladder leading to the cargo desk and scrambled to reach it. Finally, when the crack of wood was far away, Mignonette set her feet on the deck, hearing the ship groan and the waves roar around her head. But before she could contemplate any hiding place, the ship lurched and her feet went sliding. Her arms reached out to find anything to grab a hold of, but it was all in vain as she went crashing into the ship wall. She cried out in pain before the ship bobbed again, this time sending her rolling back. Her head connected hard to a crate and as the ship settled, her world went black.

Topside, the Captain was dead, the cry for quarter ignored long ago. The small oak brig of the attacking ship was a small band of thirty, but they had more gun fire and a quicker aim. They thought the battle was won and the ship was their's but they weren't expecting that as the fog began to lift, the sunlight streaming down, the ship that was coming up fast on the starboard side. She was not a galleon, nor a brig, nor any sort of ship any had seen before. She only existed in dreams of men of sea, for she was a hybrid of various ships. But no one could tell because she was all black mahogany, with full black billowing sales. Despite her large size she was coming up fast, barreling down on the small brig and her prey, practically slicing the water like Moses did with the Red Sea. The raiding pirates paused to look at the approaching ship who was raising her colors proudly. A red flag with a black sparrow flying against a setting sun on an ocean horizon.

"It's the Pearl!" shouted one pirate in fear.

"The Black Pearl?"

"I though she was taken down to Davy Jones!" cried another.

"Ain't she still cursed by the damned?"

"No survivors! No survivors!" shouted another that was panicking.

"Abandon ship!" cried one.

"Which one?" asked another stupidly before following his cowering crewmates back aboard the brig. On the ship, the Black Pearl, a thin, beautiful young woman with long flowing sun kissed brown curls shouted up at the Captain,

"They're running!"

"Should we pursue them?" asked a handsome young youth of brown hair and light brown eyes, his beard and mustache neatly trimmed. The Captain called down from his position at the helm, in a precise Cockney,

"Just send them a few parting gifts, Savvy?"

"You heard the Cap'n you gobs! Load the cannons!" a barrel chested middle aged man with graying muttonchops yelled to the rag tag crew of forty. Soon the Pearl's guns were barreling down on the departing ship, before one cannon hit the powder magazine sending the brig into an explosion.

"Opps…guess they didn't like our gifts!" said the young woman sending the crew into a chuckle.

"Weigh anchor! Ten of you with me to search for survivors, fifteen more to unload their supplies and cargo!" the young man ordered. A gangplank was lowered and some men walked across, others swing aboard. The few remaining crew of the rampaged ship were severely injured, they were quickly ushered aboard, taking below to the galley to be tended to by the young woman and the old man with a parrot on his shoulder. The young man went below with those to find supplies. They had to send down a rope to get to the third deck, once they saw the damage. The young man grimaced at the sight of the dead woman he had to step over to get to the cargo deck. He went down there alone, finding an oil lantern and lighting it, looking around at the scattered mess. He shook his head at the sloppy job they did of securing the cargo. He started to investigate what he had. Opening a barrel, he found a fresh batch of sweet green pears. He smiled at that. Fruit was always welcome on a pirate ship, kept the crew from getting scurvy. Olives and olive oil were also aboard, which would bring a great profit on the black market. Then there were the few cases of rum (which his Captain would cherish) and some bottles of wine. The young man took out a bottle and read the label,

Chestivaldi Vineyards; Makers of Fine Genovian Pear Wine Since 1514

"Genovia ay?" the young man mused to himself. Suddenly a small groan made his head snap up. A hand on his finely made sword waited as he cautiously searched the cargo hold. Finally, he caught sight of a pair of legs and some skirts. He rushed to Mignonette's unconscious form and pushed aside the crate covering her petite frame. He carefully turned her over, seeing the large knot forming on her forehead. He lifted her up in his arms and rushed her to the ladder shouting to his crewmates,

"Hey! Hey! I found someone!"