AN: I am SOO shocked at how many people like this story! Shocked, but pleased. D Thanks to everyone who reviewed! Here's the next chapter! Oh and I thought Id mention that the titles for the chapters come from the music I'm listening to at the moment of writing. Usually it's on shuffle and the title just….works. lol

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from Twilight or POTC. The ones with the unrecognizable names, though, ARE mine.

Chapter 3: Where do we go from here?

I groggily woke up to a pain in the back of my head. For a moment I wondered if I had hit my head on my nightstand again, but then I remembered. I was kidnapped…but not. I remember what had made my pass out in the first place. I was apparently in the 18th century, in the town of San Juan. At least, that's what that man had told me. The man! Cracking my eyes open I spotted the scruffy man, sitting at the desk, scribbling away in on what seemed to be a dirty piece of paper.

I kept my eyes on the man and I stiffly threw my feet off the bed. Looking down I realized I was still in my plaid pajama pants and my black tank top. Fixing my twisted pants I shoved my hands into the pockets. My hands froze as I felt something round and metallic in my pocket. Wrapping my fingers around the object I pulled it out. Opening my hand I stared, confused, at the Pirate medallion I had been looking at, in my room, before I entered into this nightmare. I hadn't remembered putting it in my pocket. Maybe I did it unconsciously? Again I rubbed my thumb over the skull engraving and watched as the gold glimmered in the light. Did this damn thing have something to do with this dream?

I started as I heard a voice. "It's a curious thing. Last time I saw one of those medallions, was three years ago, on the Isla de Muerta. How did you come by that bit of pirate loot, luv?"

I looked up at my captor. He had silently turned in his chair and was staring at me with piercing eyes. Dark brown. Almost black. I quickly shifted my gaze to his bandana.

"It was my grea-," I mentally slapped myself. If was actually in 1728, that would put me smack dab in the time period of my great-great-great grandmother. Was I supposed to find her? How would that be possible? If there were no phone books or internet, I would never be able to find Elizabeth Swan. "It was my friends. She gave it to me." I stammered, looking at my hands, grasped around the golden piece.

"Ah. Well then I wonder how she came into possession of it. That medallion you've got is not one that comes without a consequence. Tell me, does your friend turn into a skeleton when she's in the moonlight?"

I looked up to his face, expecting a smile of amusement on his face. He didn't look like he was kidding. In fact, he looked quite serious and somber. My eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. What kind of question is that? Did he actually expect me to say yes?

"Um…no, she didn't. Was she supposed to?" I asked out of curiosity.

The man stood up and took a couple of steps toward the bed. I watched him warily, not taking my eyes away. "Yes, in fact, I would be surprised if she didn't. Now tell me, who is your friend?"

I hesitated. What if he knew my ancestor? He would call my bluff and I'd be in serious trouble. But there are millions of people and the chances of this guy actually knowing Elizabeth Swan was very low. "Her name is Elizabeth Swan." At this statement his eyes widened. Shit.

"Ah. Well I can tell you, for a fact, that Ms. Swan or shall I say Mrs. Turner does not turn into a skeleton in the moonlight. In fact, I'm quite curious as to how she got that medallion and was able to give it to you. I may have to pay her a visit now. I'm sure you'd like to see her as well?" He looked at me as if he knew I was lying and would have no intention of wanting to see Elizabeth.

I met his challenge. "Of course I'd want to see dear Elizabeth. I haven't seen her in quite a while. And I'm sure I have no choice but to follow you, being my captor and all." I smiled a fake smile at him. I then realized I didn't even know this mans name. "Who are you any way?"

Scrunching his nose in what seemed to be disgust, his smile fell away. "Luv, I will say this only one more time, I do not kidnap. And there would be no reason for me to kidnap you for I do not even know if someone would be willing to pay for your safe return." Finishing his explanation, the man took off his hat and bowed. "Captain Jack Sparrow at your service, madam." He smirked as he straightened and placed his hat back on his head. He looked at me for a sort of reaction. His smirk fell as he didn't receive one. Grumbling about something along the lines of women not knowing their proper pirates, he went back over to the desk and scribbled a little more on the piece of parchment.

"And what, may I ask, is your title?" he asked irritably, not looking at me. He picked up a red, finger sized rectangle and held it in the fire, rotating it in circles. He then moved the dripping stick to the folded up piece of parchment he was writing on and rubbed the dripping end of the red wax onto the opening of the letter. He then pressed a ring on his left ring finger into the wax, sealing the letter. I was so entranced by this process that I forgot about his question. "I am perfectly fine without knowing your name, but I though it would be easier to call you by a name then 'Miss' or 'Madam'." He said now staring at me.

I snapped out of my revere. "Bella Swan," I answered automatically. I realized that was a mistake. I had said I was a friend of Elizabeth's, not a relative. He also picked up on this little detail, raising his eyebrows. I quickly fixed my mistake. "I'm her second cousin, twice removed." I prayed he believed my story.

"Well, Miss Swan, I believe we are going to go pay a visit to your second cousin twice removed." He said with a smile.

AN: I hope you all liked this chapter! I got a short writers block half way through so I'm not to sure if its good. I'll try to update again soon but my schedule has been tighter, as of late, so updates may not come as frequent. Love ya!