Disclaimer: The very few (or more like a lot) of characters that I am using, along with the setting of this story are, this is hard, not mine. Sadness has enveloped over me because of it.

While Will, Elizabeth, and Liz were all getting ready, the commodore had his own ideas for Julia and her two friends – when he found them. He knew that it wouldn't take long for Julia to give the whereabouts of her friends after he would start his master plan. He knew she would cave in, in about four seconds after he took it from her. What he didn't know was that she knew the same thing and worked it to her advantage.

"Listen, Commodore Norington. I don't know why you've taken me hostage like this, but I do know that you were planning on taking this lovely little sack that I have right here." She said to a man with a quickly disappearing smile. "However, for what it is worth, I will tell you where Brian and Ian are, but please, don't take my sack."

"Very well, Miss Turner. Where are they?"

"In the cave."

"Yes, well, in case you haven't noticed, it's a very big cave."

"Well you said you wanted to know where they were."

"Alright. Give me the sack, or I'll pry it from your hands myself."

"Nooo."

"Okay, then I want directions - drawn out so that my men can easily find them."

"If you really want them. Paper and quill please."

A few minutes later Julia was completely finished with drawing an extensive map of the caves in Port Royal. Just as the commodore sent out his men, a maid walked in with a medium sized box and handed it to the commodore. Giving her thanks as she walked out of the room, Julia started to look around the huge room. It was pretty bare save for a dressing table and chair. There was also a bed tucked away in the corner that she supposed used to be for guests when the house might have belonged to someone else. Looking closer toward the table she noticed a picture frame with some boy's portrait in it. Thinking of who it could be, she searched her mind. Interrupting her thoughts, the commodore pulled her away.

"Those better have been the right directions, Miss Turner. Now. In the mean time, you shall prepare for the party."

"Party? What party?"

"The one your mother has been telling you about for a week now!"

"Oh right, that party. Well I guess I should go home then, to 'prepare'"

"Nice try, Turner, but you're not going anywhere."

"Well, I've got naught but to wear." She said holding up her filthy clothes that belonged to her father."

"Yes, well you see, you're actually going to please your mother for a change. You will wear this." He said opening the box he was given previously to reveal , even to Julia, a beautiful dress. Right down to the last ruffle, it looked amazing, but incredibly uncomfortable.

"I'm not wearing that!" she said immediately after the beauty warred off.

"Oh yes you will."

"Or what, James?"

"Or the sack will be mine. And it is Commodore, or Commodore Norington to you!"

"This is almost not worth it." She muttered practically to herself.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, Commodore."

"Good. Well put it on."

"I'll need some kind of help, you do realize that, right?"

"Very well, Louise will help you."

After the commodore left the room, Louise had Julia strip down to her underwear. But when she saw the state that they were in, she made her take those off too. Louise then gave her these frilly pink ones that were by no means something Julia would ever wear, but considering the circumstances, Julia could not let the commodore have that sack. Julia noticed that while she was changing her undergarments, Louise was looking like she was a bit too interested in Julia's anatomy.

"Could you stop looking at me like that?" Julia said

"Does it make you uncomfortable, Miss Julia?" replied Louise in a heavy accent of an Italian

"Just a little."

"Oh! My apologies, but I was just wondering, miss."

"Yes?" said Julia getting a bit nervous

"Have you started your monthlies yet, miss?"

"WHAT?" she yelled, completely thrown off. She hadn't even had that conversation with her mother OR sister, let alone with a complete stranger.

"Have you-"

"I heard what ya said! That's really none of yer business. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to get dressed."

"Oh, yes of course, miss" said Louise and spoke no more except to tell Julia a certain way to do something. Once Louise said that they were almost done, Julia misheard her and started to walk away, cutting off her air supply.

"What're you doing?" Julia shouted at the maid angrily

"I was trying to lace this, miss, but you-"

"I thought you said we were done!"

"I said almost done, miss."

"Oh, right." she said and started to fidget.

"Hold still, miss." came the quick reply

Just then Julia felt Louise's effort of lacing the back of a corset. She could have sworn that her organs inside her body were moving. It was incredibly painful she thought as Louise kept making it tighter. The lace that was already worked up was pressed against her back and could be considered the sole reason of why her lungs weren't working properly. Questioning Louise to see whether or not she was doing it correctly she was told that if she wasn't quiet, she'd have to start the lacing again. The sheer thought of going through the process again shut her up immediately. Thinking back to when she was littler she thought of the story Jack had told her and Liz about how he had met their mother. It was really because of a bloody corset that Commodore lost his woman. One would think that he wouldn't be so eager to get another in one. Sucking in a whole lot of air just as Louise told her to, Julia thought she was going to black out. The prospect of possibly fainting told her she had to remain calm. She couldn't let a bunch of idiots see her faint just as her mother had many years ago.

Not talking really made Julia think. She wondered if Jack's story was really even true. That was all anyone ever kept referring it as anyway – a story. Weren't all stories fake? It was hopeless, she would never really find out. Moving on to another topic she thought about Brian and Ian and wondered if they got caught or if they were still safely hiding. It wasn't that she wanted to betray them, it was just that she knew they would understand if they knew that he was threatening with the sack. They had all agreed while in the cave that if anything should go wrong with the sack's behalf, to do anything they could to have it be safe. There was no way that they could be mad at her for doing just that. As her last thought streamed through her mind, Louise told her that it was safe to talk, bringing Julia back to the pain that awaited her in the tightly bound corset.

Soon after the commodore walked in and stopped dead in his tracks. To see Julia dressed so elegantly in the gown amazed him. He never realized that she was really that beautiful under all the baggy men's clothes that she always wore. It was really something.

'Just think, James, she still has hair that has to be fixed. Imagine how she'll look after that' he said to himself as he complemented her and walked out of the room as another maid who would be styling her hair entered. In a matter of what seemed like minutes, Julia's hair was done up beautifully by the old maid. She was now handed a full length mirror to view herself in. Soon after Louise walked in and did a double take. Could it really be that Miss Julia was so beautiful. She had a wonderful figure to show off in that skin tight corset. It was a wonder who her parents were that she never was dressed properly. Of course she could have always asked Miss Julia, but she was afraid that she might flip out on her again.

"You look lovely, Miss Julia." She said walking out just as the commodore was walking back in with a handsome young fellow that looked as if he could pass for Brian's brother.

"Is that really Julia Turner?" asked the commodore as he clearly was surprised. She looked amazing "Miss Turner, you look beautiful!"

"Julia?" said the man similar to the way Brian said it.

"Yes?" she said confused. She would have said yeah, just that she was petrified that if she did the commodore might tighten the laces on the back of the dress for speaking improperly.

"It's really you? Julia Turner? My god you look amazing!"

"Yes. And who are you?"

"Who do you think? It's me, Brian."

"Brian? Your hair!" but after she said that she knew it was probably a mistake. Ever since she knew Brian he always had something about his hair. It always was long and tied back into a ponytail to perfection. Now it was cropped to a shorter length. It was definitely not long enough to be pulled into a ponytail. Looking up to see what Brian's reaction was she was surprised to see him smile.

"Commodore Norington forced me to cut it. Said it was way too long."

"So you're alright with it?"

"Surprisingly yes. I thought I would die at first, but then I realized that it's now a lot easier. Besides, it was getting a bit too long."

"I'll say."

"Shut up!"

"Sorry"

"So you really do look amazing. Commodore Norington wasn't lying. Wow!"

"Commodore!" said Julia practically blushing. The commodore was a fifty-six year old man. How could he be considering how she looked amazing. That was just sick.

"Well, you do, Miss Turner. Now listen. Tonight, Brian will be your escort. You are to be on your best behavior or the sack will be mine. I swear on pain of death that I shall not open the sack, unless the three of you decide to misbehave. I will have it on my person at all times so that no one else will grab hold of it and I promise to be in one of your eyesight's at all times. Furthermore, any plans to get it back will result in consequences that you wish you'd never even heard of after I would be finished with you. Do I make my self clear?"

"Inescapably." replied Julia, unable to resist the temptation. Seeing the anger in Norington's face just then was priceless. Maybe Jack's story wasn't JUST a story.

"Good! Now let us go downstairs. The guests will be arriving soon."