Lady Sophia sat by the fire in her bedroom, a blanket around her body. She held a book in lap, but it didn't interest her. What had her attention was the man behind the bars. The pirate who saved her life. It seemed unfair that he had to die and she didn't even have a chance to thank him properly.

Her thumb was running over the silver lace of her necklace when a sudden breeze of a wind made the fire in the fireplace to dance in fear. She raised her brows and slowly closed the book, standing up and dropping the blanket. With a quick movement her feet were in shoes and she had grabbed a robe with flower motive.

The girl wrapped it around herself and walked on the balcony, looking at the sleeping Port Royal. Something caught her eye, though. A ship in the port with pitch black sails. That ship seemed so familiar like she knew it from somewhere.

With a quick turn, she was back in her room, hearing the explosion of a cannon. A small squeak escaped from her lips and she turned to see the ship shooting the canon balls. Her eyes widened as she realized that this was an pirate attack. Quickly enough she picked herself up and ran out of the door, rushing over to Elizabeth.

"Elizabeth!" "Sophia!''

Two girls would have laughed if they weren't under attack. "We shall go to the fort." the lady spoke, earning a nod. Quickly they ran to the stairs, hearing a knock that sent chills down both of their bodies. "No! Don't!" they both screamed to the butler who opened the door to be killed by a pirate.

Their screams echoed together and they looked up the stairs, making quick to run there. "Elizabeth, you must hide and run to the fort. I try to get you an open space. Go to James and tell him that I have sent you! Please, just listen to me.. I have some experience with a sword but you do not." the lady spoke quickly and pushed her into a room, closing the door.

She herself ran to her own room and searched through her closet, looking for the sword that William Turner made for her. Having the silver blade with a black leather handle in her hand, she turned around and screamed. A skinny pirate with a fake eye and a chubby one too stood in front of her.

"The necklace!" the skinny one spoke.

"I can see that!" the chubby one snapped. "Where did you get that, lass?"

"If you must know, gentlemen, I have had it with me since I could remember." her cold voice made the men to look at each other. They spoke through their eyes and soon stepped forward. But she was quicker and had a better frame to escape through them and run down the stairs.

The chubby pirate ran after her and yelled to the men "Take her to the captain. Her necklace! The necklace!"

Every single pirate looked at her.

Every single pirate tried to catch her.

And she dodged every single one of them too.

With a hot fear running through her veins, she ran through the streets of Port Royal, heading towards the Fort. Suddenly a strong pair of arms were around her waist and she was pulled up from the ground. A loud and ear-piercing scream escaped from her mouth as she was thrown over a muscular shoulder.

Her sword almost dropped, but the pirate took it from her and carried her towards the port. She continued to scream, looking for help. Her fists were banging the back of the pirate and she struggled as much as she could. "Let go of me! Let me go! I am the royal lady of Buckingham palace!"

She was thrown into a boat where she tried to escape, even if it meant through the water. Her robe was quickly grabbed and she was pulled back as the boat was moving towards the ship with black sails. Her eyes were roaming over the strongly built pirate with a dark skin. The man eyed her and her necklace, which made her to grab it into her hand.

It confused her.

Her saviour had recognized it and all the pirates had too. She was taken because of that necklace. What could be so important about it to kidnap her?

Once they were next to the ship, she had to climb on board and meet with many more pirates. Her eyes roamed around until they rose on a man who had a hat with a feather and a monkey on his shoulder. His eyes widened as he saw the necklace around her neck and quickly enough he was down.

"Who are you, lass?" he raised his brows, making her to flinch at his voice.

"Sophia. Royal lady of Buckingham palace."

The man eyed her necklace and then her. For Sophia it seemed like he had recognized her, not just the necklace. It was like he was remembering something. "What's yer middle name, lass?" the man asked, taking a step forward.

"Hectarie!"

That was enough to send the man away, to look at her like a ghost. "Your shoulder.." he ordered, his voice almost soft as he spoke. The girl knew to not disobey, so she showed him the tattoo. It was a delinquent lace with a shape of a circle and a small, tiny, flower in the middle of it. "It's impossible.. I watched how the sea took you.. you.. you can't be her."

Sophia raised her brows and her head snapped to the side when she heard a familiar female voice. When she saw Elizabeth, she ran over to her and looked at her cheek which had been slapped. "You.. you.." her voice was higher than ever and she searched for words. With her body filled with anger, she raised her hand and slapped the black man with all the force she had in herself.

The man's head snapped to the side and her hand was painful. She was pretty sure that her hand was broken. But when the man raised his had, her eyes widened in fear and by instincts she pushed her friend behind herself. Before the hand could painfully collide with her face, somebody stopped the man. "Ye won't be touching her." the captain spoke and her brows were raised. Elizabeth was just as confused like she was.

"I do not know.." the girl whispered to her and eyed the man. The captain. "Why am I here? Why is she here?" she demanded and pointed at the girl behind her.

"I.. came to.." the other girl started but was silenced by her friend.

"Leave Port Royal. Leave us." the lady demanded with authority.

Pirates laughed as they looked at two shaking girls. "You ain't going anywhere, lass.. the other one.." Barbossa spoke and eyed Elizabeth, but when he noticed the pirate necklace, he shook his head. "The other lass ain't going anywhere either. What's her name, lass?"

"Elizabeth.. Turner." they both spoke and looked at each other in surprise.

"Turner, aye?"

The whole crew murmured something that they didn't hear.

"Well what do you have to offer us, miss Turner?" the man mocked and Sophia looked over to her friend and the necklace. Suddenly she grabbed it and pulled it of, rushing over to the railing of the ship. "What are ye doing, lass?"

"Leave Port Royal and you will get the medallion. And do not try to argued because I know that you want it.." her voice was shaking as she tried to hide her fear.

They rolled their eyes but when she opened her palm enough to release it, pirates stepped forward and she caught the chain. "Alright, lass.. We have accord.." the captain reached his hand out. Elizabeth nodded to the lady who hesitated before she handed the medallion over. "Gentlemen, we're leaving."

Once they started pulling the cannons in and the anchor was up, Elizabeth rushed after the captain "Wait! You have to take us on the shore."

"That wasn't in the accord, miss Turner. Welcome to the Black Pearl." Sophia looked how her friend was pushed into a cabin. When she tried to get to her, the captain stopped her "Who was your mother, lass?"

"I do not remember! I do not remember anything until the day when British navy found me on the open sea." her hiss was low and cold. "I have only pieces of my past.. I know that the necklace belonged to my mother.. which reminds me to ask, why does everybody recognize it?"

"Because it's the same necklace I gave to the woman I loved when she gave birth to our daughter. Sophia Hectarie." the man crossed his arms on her chest. The girl stayed silent for a long time until she chuckled.

"I didn't know that the pirates have a sense of humor." she rolled her eyes.

"Alright then lass.. you have a scar behind your left ear.. when you were three, you fell down the stairs from captain's bridge. The tattoo.. was on your tenth birthday because you wanted to become a true pirate. That was also the day when we had a battle with another ship... you were stubborn like your mother and wanted to go into a battle too.. but you fell off the ship, into the stormy sea.."

Sophia touched the scar behind her ear and gulped. "I am not a pirate." her voice was shaking and tears rose to her eyes.

"The tattoo speaks otherwise."

The girl glared at him and pushed the man away, running through the doors and slamming them shut. She ran straight into the arms of Elizabeth, starting to cry.

She couldn't be a pirate.