p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"The night of the attack, nobody suspected the enemy would return. Like always, everyone was below deck, asleep. The man keeping watch had fallen asleep, or more likely passed out drunk from rum. Nobody saw the ship approach us as we all lay oblivious in our cabins. Hearing a noise coming from above deck, I hurriedly put my boots on to go investigate. I never thought about grabbing my sword, I just thought it was the watchman. When I walked up to the deck, I saw the watchman laying unconscious at the feet of the same man that had attacked me earlier that same day. Too frightened to scream, I stood frozen in front of the man who, I'm sure, wanted to kill me. For several seconds, I stood staring at the very large man. When I finally moved from my frozen position, I tried to scream for my parents. Before I could make a single sound, another man, just as large as the first, came up behind me and put his equally large hand over my mouth. Both men held me down, tying my hands and feet together. As soon as they carried me on board their ship, it began moving away. I bit the hand covering my mouth. "Papa!" I screamed as loud as I could, knowing that he and Mother would hear me. He would know something was terribly wrong, I had not called him "papa" since I was a little girl. I saw my parents, Uncle Jack, and other crew members running up onto the deck from below, all watching as the ship I was on sailed away from the Black Pearl. "Mama! Papa! Help me!" I screamed at them while trying to fight off my captors. The last thing I saw before being taken below deck to the brig was Mother crying as they all tried to ready the ship to come to my rescue. /p