My head was reeling as I lay upon the floor, once again, stricken down from a cannon ball. Constant fighting and sword clashing went on around me. I was no longer inside the safe confinements of James's office, but outside on the deck, rolling about. People were leaping from ship to ship, clanging swords and firing cannons. I was suddenly thrust up into the arms of someone. I kicked and screamed but the large body held me fast. Grabbing a rope that had swung back to the ship, the person grabbed it.

I screamed as we hurtled through the air to the other ship. I fell onto the deck, twisting my wrist as I did so. I looked up into my captor to find that it was a woman. My face went into complete shock as her hair whipped about her, her eyes narrowed on me. They were one of the most beautiful pair of eyes I had ever seen, a dark greenish mahogany that glowed in the rays of the sun. She was fitted in a black corset over a white tunic in a black skirt with men's boots. A sword and pistol clung to her hip on the right side as she picked me up.

Dragging me over to a rope where others were being tied up, she forced my swollen wrist and body behind it. I yelped in pain as she began to tie my wrists as well. She thought better of it and let me stay untied. I nodded to her, but she spat at the floor beside me. I watched as Miss. Swann was tied beside me, her eyes lingering on The Interceptor. In one tremendous blow, my husband's ship blew up in front of us. My face morphed into pain and I screamed at it. Miss. Swann had rung herself loose before the ship blew up, and now she screamed as well.

A man with a large hat caught her by her shoulders and kept her from beating him. But he stopped when he glanced at me, looking back again at my features. He pushed Miss. Swann into a crowd of men, who clasped their greedy hands on her. Stalking over to me, he ordered for me to be let go.

He grabbed my shoulders and looked into my eyes, scanning them. He reeked of years of no bath and his teeth were the worst yet. "Well looky who we have here, gents! The new Baroness Norrington!"

The men laughed and cheered, making me squirm.

"How do you know my name?" I whispered, too shaken to say anything else.

"Does the Black Pearl ring a bell?" He whispered his shattering words to me.

My body went limp and my head hung in rigid emotion. These pirates had killed my parents. They killed my mother and father, my only protectors…The pirates laughed at me except for two people, Captain Sparrow and Miss. Swann. Everyone waited for the tears to flow, observing my face. After a few moments of my grief stricken face, I straightened and glared at them. Disappointment rang throughout the crowd, but almost as if someone was trying to save me, William Turner appeared…back from the dead.

Only ten minutes later, I stood on a plank, facing the cold waters beneath. Miss. Swann and Captain Sparrow were making their way towards an island already, so I had no choice but to follow. Praying for safety, I jumped off and plummeted down to the blue depths below. The icy water streaked through my body, making my limbs jump from surprise. I treaded water before swimming off, glancing about to make sure no shark fins were around me.

I flung myself upon the land, ignoring what Miss. Swann was wearing and the looks Sparrow was giving her. My head swayed, the heat beating down on my back.

"That's the second time I've had to watch that man sail away on my ship." Sparrow mumbled to himself before turning to walk towards the center of the island.

Miss. Swann followed him, leaving me alone to sit down and conjure up a plan. "But you were marooned on this island before, weren't you?"

It did not surprise me that Miss. Swann would know all about Sparrow or that she had done some research. She was an odd girl and it was expected of her to do odd things. I only watched him say a few words to her, glance at her ample bosom, and then jump upon the ground. He pulled up a door from the floor and evaporated into the hole. He soon came out with three bottles of rum, handing one to her before walking off.

"Brennie…" He said while handing me the bottle.

I sighed, taking it reluctantly. Then, the thought hit me…I abruptly stood smiling. "I'm a genius." I thought to myself as I causally walked up to Miss. Swann. She looked up at me, bewilderment in her eyes.

"Miss. Swann, could you accompany me on a walk?" I brightly beamed at her.

Quizzically, she shot me a glance. She was about to say something until I looked her in the eyes with pleading.

"Yes, I shall…" She beamed back.

We trotted off like two peas in a pod, linked in each other's arms, trying to convey a show of just two friends having a good time, though the island was far from anything fun. As soon as we were out of sight of Sparrow, I dropped her arm and glared at her.

I revealed my meaning of why I took a walk with her before she could say anything to me. "I have a plan, but we must work together if we both want to live to see normal society again."

She nodded and let me continue.

"James is looking for us right?"

She nodded again, folding her arms.

"Right, well, since he's looking for us, we have to draw attention to ourselves. We must make a fire."

She sighed. "We have nothing to burn…"

"Oh yes we do! It's in crates and shelves beneath the sandy surface."

Miss. Swann's face abruptly went into a beaming smile. "You're a genius!"

"I know, but we're going to have to get Sparrow drunk."

I leaned in closer and revealed my entire plan to her, trusting her for the first time and finding that she was useful.