A/N: Here is chapter 3. Please excuse my current curtness in my author notes. Having some personal issues at the moment. Sorry about that. Anyway I hope you enjoy the chapter, I'll try to get chapter 4 up as soon as possible and I'll also try to update faster.

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I was surrounded by fog. Extremely dense fog that wouldn't let me see more than a foot in front of me. "Hello?" I turned around looking for someone; anyone else that could help me.

Bare footsteps sounded somewhere and I whipped around. This was almost as bad as a horror movie.

"Is anyone there?"

A shadow came out of the fog. She wasn't very tall, and her skin was dark, her eyes even darker. There were black dots in rows under her eyes, and her black hair fell past her shoulders in greasy dreads.

I stepped away from her scrawny form and tried to think of who she reminded me of. "Who are you?"

"Oh, don't you remember, Eleanor?" The woman advanced towards me.

"No, I don't. I don't know who you are." I tried to get farther away but it only seemed like I got closer.

"Well den, I suppose I'll just have to give your memory back now."

It was then that I recognized her as the woman from the last Pirates movie. What had they called her? Calypso? I opened my mouth to speak but that was when she put her hand to my forehead and an assault of images and what looked like movie clips ran through my mind. Suddenly I just knew. I was Eleanor Swan, Elizabeth's twin sister, taken from my father when scarlet fever nearly killed me and my father begged Calypso to make me better. When he refused to give her payment, she took me away, almost like a bad rendition of Rumpelstiltskin.

I screamed in fear as she took me out of his arms and away from my sisters grasping fingers. "Daddy!"

"Eleanor! Eleanor it's me, it's your father. Whatever is the matter child?"

I woke up panting and crying. Why does it seem like all girls who get sent to these stories always have the strange dream and wake up screaming and crying? Now I feel like a Mary-sue. Great. My father was sitting next to the king sized bed I had been laid on holding my hand while my sister sat on the other side of me and held my other hand. I was out of the wet clothes I had been in when I fainted and my hair was braided to keep it out of the wounds on my face that were now bandaged.

"Daddy? Lizzy?"

"Oh Elly!" My sister threw her body over mine and began sobbing.

I was home.

One of the maids brought me soup and my father went off to tell the commodore I had woken up. While I ate, Elizabeth got ready for bed and then told me all about her life after I had been taken away. I also learned that something must have happened after I was taken because I was at least five years older than her. She was only eighteen and I was almost twenty four. College had taken me a while. I never knew how long it would take to get a master's degree in criminal psychology.

"After the sea goddess took you away father and I searched for months trying to find you. By the time two years had passed, we both gave up hope and we moved here to the Caribbean when father became Governor."

We sat facing each other on the bed, holding hands like we used to when we were younger, staying up late until the wee hours of the morning, gossiping about the other girls that we met when we went to church. I remember Lizzy and me being inseparable, always joined at the hip, walking around with our arms linked, whispering between fits of giggles.

"On our trek across the ocean, we found the sight of a ship that had run into pirates. There was only survivor, William Turner. He's nearly twenty now. He works at Brown's Black Smith. He's become quite the man… he's very handsome." There was a faraway look in her eyes, bordering on longing.

I noticed the hesitation in her voice and remembered that it would have been very improper for her to say such a thing about someone of lower class. I gently laid my hand on the side of her shoulder, and then I remembered the necklace. It wasn't around my neck. "LIzzy, what happened to the necklace I had on?"

"The medallion? When I saw you wearing it when we brought you back here I took it off and hid it." She got up and reached into a drawer on her desk, pulling out the medallion. "How did you get this?" My sister sat back down on the bed next to me.

"I don't even know how I got here."

Suddenly the candles blew out and soon there was cannon fire coming from the harbor.

We both jumped up from the bed and walked over to the French doors that led to the balcony and cautiously went outside. All we could see was the flashes from the shots being fired through the dense fog on the harbor.

Lizzy slipped her hand in mine and pulled closer to me. "What's going on," she whispered, her voice uneven. I could feel the medallion pressed against my arm, cool, and it felt as though it were slightly vibrating.

"I don't know." I squinted through the darkness and saw small specs of light bobbing up and down, rushing out of the fog, straight for the gate of the manor. "This isn't good," I said and ran off the balcony and into the hall towards the stairs.

Elizabeth followed, slipping the necklace over her head, and halfway down the stairs told the butler not to open the doors.

We were both too late and a chubby, dirty pirate with a balding head and stringy hair shot the butler when he opened the door. My sister and I screamed as she covered her mouth and I stared at the twitching body of the butler with a pool of blood seeping out from under him.

The crowd of pirates looked up at us and grinned slightly.

I looked at my sister and she looked at me, and then back down at the pirates.

"'Ello, poppets."

Crap.