Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean or any of their characters, so I tried calling Jerry Bruckheimer and asked if I could own Jack. He said no, but asked to own Eloise. I said no! XD

I awoke in a large room. It had many windows over looking the sea and I was on a red couch. I sat up and looked around. There was a desk with a man in a white wig sitting behind it. He was busy with his paperwork but as soon as I sat up he instantly pulled his head up. Creepy.

"Good morning, Eloise," he said with a hint of acid in his voice. I instantly hated him. Good, because I knew he hated me.

"How long have I been out?" I asked adding the same acid into my voice. He glared at me.

"About a day," He replied still glaring at me.

"A day?" I fell backwards onto the couch, "A day!"

"Yes," he replied looking back at his papers, "Good thing, too. The brand would be much more painful for a girl your age if you were awake."

I sat up again and gasped. I pulled up my sleeve and sure enough, right next to my tattoo was a P burned into my wrist.

"How do you know who I am?" I asked him through clenched teeth. He had said my name earlier and he knew I was a pirate. But now, it was official. I can't change myself anymore. I'm branded and branded I shall be.

"I have my ways," he smirked. I've seen that smirk before. It was the same smirk I had seen years ago. The same smirk I saw when father left. The same smirk that helped take him away. It was the smirk of-

"Beckett," I clenched my fists and stood up.

"Ah, so you do remember me!" He poured two glasses with wine, "Want some?" He asked offering me the drink. I swaggered over to him. The permanent mark of rum that was left on father and me.

"I'm only thirteen!" I replied with my eyes lowered to the ground.

He noted my gait and smirked that stupid smirk again.

"Looks like age isn't a problem when it comes to rum," he chuckled. I snatched one of the goblets off his desk and started to sip it eyeing him shiftily, however he was sipping the same wine so I drank a little more easily.

"So, what brings you to Port Royal, Miss Sparrow?"

"Why should I tell you?"

He pointed a pistol at my forehead and I glanced down at my waste. No sword or pistol. I pulled up my sleeve and grabbed a hidden dagger. Of course, I did this incredibly fast, and Beckett wasn't expecting this. I had it at his throat before he could even cock the gun.

"Bravo," he started clapping. He wasn't taking me seriously. I had a dagger pointed at him. Of course he did have a cocked gun at my forehead, "You make any sign of harming me and I will shoot."

I smiled. He knew I was related to Jack and he was probably going to hold me for ransom. I laughed out loud.

"You wouldn't! There's really no sense in killing me. You are going to take my father's life in exchange for my freedom."

"Clever and quick! My, my you really are something," he chuckled as he lowered the gun. Slowly I lowered my dagger.

"Just one question," I started a new conversation. There's nothing better to do, "Why did I wake up here and not in some prison or boring plain locked room?"

"Simple," he smirked the awful smirk, "if we did that surely you would escape. Yes, yes it's safest to keep you here."

I walked back to the couch and sighed in defeat the same time I sat down.

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I was so bored. It had been two days and there was nothing to do. They fed me wonderful food and let me go outside guarded. It was actually full of things to do. I just didn't want to do them. I was currently sitting at the window staring out onto the ocean. I was thinking about my stay. I had to take a bath. I shuddered at the mere thought. I refused to put on a dress and corset, but in the end I had to put on the dress without the corset. My other clothes were burned along with my freedom.

Why hadn't father come? Was the Pearl even still here? Did he care? I didn't want to think about the answers, but someone knocking politely on Beckett's door interrupted my thoughts.

He got up and opened it to face four cocked pistols at him. I couldn't see who it was. Beckett stumbled backwards. I don't think I've seen him so afraid. The owners of the pistols came in and looked around. They were all familiar.

"Just as I remember it!" One of the voices exclaimed. I smiled ear to ear. It's about time!

Author's Note: So it's shorter than usual because I really wanted to end it with that cliffy! Soooo sorry it took this long! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!!

Jack: They won't.

Me: I know.