Author's Note: I had no idea people still read this. My sincerest apologies for not updating, college is way more time consuming than they lead you to believe. Anyways, this is set after the first movie. I began it before the sequels, and so in my story, the sequels haven't happened. Sorry for any inconsistencies. I hope they don't bother you as much as they bother me.

Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean and everything associated with it is not mine, I believe it belongs to those nice folks at Disney. That said, please don't sue me.


The cool, grey light of dawn was filtering through the porthole when Adriana awoke. She had slept a brief and dreamless sleep, and was thankful for that. She feared bloody nightmares from yesterday's battle. She yawned and stretched before climbing out of her bunk. She glanced around the room in search of a mirror, and finding none, she set about trying to fix her hair in the wavy reflections the porthole offered her. Lacking a proper brush, she tugged at it with her fingers and hastily pulled it back from her face. Her dress was wrinkled, and she unsuccessfully tried to smooth them out with her hands. She also readjusted her breasts, which had tried to escape in the night. With an exasperated sigh she sat back down on the bed, her head in her hands.

Just as the first rays of sunlight snuck across the floorboards, Adriana heard a timid knock at the door. The tiny mouse-boy, Peter, was at the door.

'The Commodore didn't want me to wake you, but I 'eard you movin' about, and fought you might want yer breakfast, he spoke barely louder than a whisper.

'Thank you, Peter. How long until we're in Port Royal?'

'You're welcome, Miss. If the wind keeps up, the Captain says we should be there by lunch.'

'Thank you,' she said as she shut the door.

Adriana inspected her breakfast. There was some more of that biscuit-type thing she had for dinner, some sorry looking gruel, and what appeared to be coffee. She took a closer look, and sniffed it. Definitely coffee. She was thrilled. She choked down the biscuit and most of the gruel, because her stomach was grumbling at her about last night's dinner. She saved the coffee for last, and savored its warmth and familiarity. Granted, it wasn't the best coffee she'd ever had, but it was coffee. Sadly, the coffee reminded her just how much she wanted a cigarette.

After finishing her coffee, she gathered both the tray from last night and this morning, and decided to find the kitchen and return them. She hoped to encounter a smoker on the way, and bum a cigarette or a drag or two off him. As she stepped on deck, the dazzling sunlight blinded her.

A cool voice greeted her at once, 'Good morning, Miss. I trust that you slept well. May I speak with you?'

Raising a hand to shield her eyes, Adriana looked around for the owner of said voice. 'Uh…. Sure,' she stammered as she laid eyes on that fop, Norrington.

'Good. Peter, will you take those dishes off Miss Adriana's hands? If you'll follow me.'

Adriana followed him back below decks, into a meeting room of sorts. There were maps and charts scattered all over the long table that dominated the room.

'Have a seat, Miss.'

'Thanks,' she mumbled. She wondered what was next. She knew it was going to be another interrogation, but what was he planning on asking her? How many more lies would she have to tell?

'I believe that in the urgency of last night's circumstances, we were never properly introduced. Let me begin, I am Commodore James Norrington. And you are?'

'Adriana Meyer.' No lie there.

'And where are you from, Miss Meyer?'

'New York.'

'And how did you get on that pirate ship?'

She sighed. 'I was kidnapped.'

'From where?' Norrington's patience seemed to be wearing a little thin.

'The pirates picked me up from an island. I'm not entirely certain how I got there, or who brought me there. I remember bits and pieces, but none of it makes sense.' She was being as truthful as possible.

'They picked you up from Isle de Muerta?'

'Is that what it's called?'

'Yes, so some other pirates somehow kidnapped you and left you on this island? Then Sparrow comes along and kidnaps you again? It's lucky I came along then, rescuing you from this double kidnapping.' Norrington seemed a bit skeptical, yet a hint of pride accompanied his final remark.

'Yes sir. It is quite fortunate you came around when you did. I remember our ship floundering in rough seas, and then I hit my head on something. I woke to a bunch of gruff voices, and quickly passed out again. The next time I woke I was on that awful island, and before I knew it, I was being whisked off by those dreadful pirates.' Adriana chewed her lip.

'Very well, Miss Meyer. We should be arriving in Port Royal in time for tea. I'll make arrangements for your accommodations upon our arrival. Now, if you'll excuse me.'

'Yes sir, thank you.'

Adriana returned to her dismal little cabin. She could hear the injured men below whimpering, and the healthy men above laughing. What sort of viper's nest was she about to step into? Every gust of wind took her farther and farther from her only chance of ever returning home again. She gazed out the lone porthole, hoping to see that cursed island again, knowing it wasn't there.