Kidnapped by Miranda Aurelia (Blue Lady)

A.N. Sorry for taking so long to update!! College has been an absolutely pain and there was awhile when I hit servere writer's block - which was even worse for this story since I'm making up things on the fly rather than having it all planned out like my other fics.

POTC does not belong to me.

Chapter 3

As he watched the Black Pearl sail away, the smile fell from Chevelle's face as he debated this new troublesome task he has just been arbitrarily assigned.

Ah oui. Très simplement.

Find the ship that had taken the King's brat (of course, here Chevelle grudgingly admitted to himself that the boy wasn't that much of a nuisance), convince the captain of said vessel that it would be in their best interests to hand over the boy and if they didn't, give them appropriate incentives to do so (incentives including blowing said ship up if necessary) – all with as little damage to his ship as possible. The last thing he needed was another leak in the side.

After he was done retrieving the boy, he would take great pleasure in dealing out punishment to the people that had ruined his vacation!

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At Port Royal

Mrs. Wentworth, the housekeeper who was in charge of the house when Mrs. Turner was away at sea, strolled leisurely along the path to the mansion. She has just come from the seamstress about getting some new garments for young Master Turner since he was starting to outgrow some of his clothes – again.

Mentally, she went over her to-do list, but her musings were interrupted when she noticed that the front door was ajar.

Frowning inwardly and vowing to talk with the servants about carelessly leaving the door open where any no good thief could get in and steal things, she pushed open the door was startled by a groan coming from the direction of the stairs. One of the servants, Harris, was sprawled on the group and as she made her way over, he let out another groan and placed a hand on his head, as if trying to feel for some injury.

She hurried over. "Dear God, what happened here?"

"Thieves." He shook his head, "I think they took a chest of some sort."

Mrs. Wentworth immediately paled before rushing upstairs, taking the stairs two at a time and nearly tripping over her skirts, such was her hurry.

As she reached Mrs. Turner's bedroom, she frantically pawed through the hiding place known only to her mistress and herself.

She gasped. The chest was gone. Only a dusty, thin rectangular outline remained.

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She could have sworn that she heard a thumping sound, like that of a heart beating away.

"If I may be so bold to ask, Mrs. Turner, but what does that hold?"

Elizabeth was silent for a second before she finally replied, "Something very important to me. "

"A family heirloom?"

Her mistress laughed, "I suppose one could put it that way." She patted the top of the chest fondly, "It's something that may not be worth much to anyone else, but to me, it's the world."

"I understand, Mrs. Turner," Mrs. Wentworth nodded, "Most heirlooms are like that. Their emotional value far exceeds their actual value. Why, my husband still has this wooden boat from when he was a boy…"

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"The Mistress is going to be devastated when she hears of this," Mrs. Wentworth sat down in the chair beside the dressing table with a thump.

Mrs. Turner had left rather immediately after she received news of her son's situation and so, her servants had no idea when she'd be back.

Mrs. Wentworth's lips tightened. She would get to the bottom of this and when the thieves were found, they would be very sorry.

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On the Black Pearl

"Whose bright idea was it to sail straight into the biggest storm on Earth anyways?" grumbled Pintel as the rain pelted down on the crew.

"The Pirate King is looking for her hubby," Ragetti shivered beside him, "So I reckon they're planning on crashing this ship to find him."

"Crashing it?!" Pintel stared at him, "That's goin' too far for my likin'."

"You need someone dead to get the Flying Dutchman here."

"Can't we just run a sword through one of the new boys instead?" Pintel's mood lightened, "Then we can meet the Dutchman somewhere warm!"

"Get back to work, you lazy pigs!" hollered Barbossa over the noise of the storm as he passed by them and the two scrambled to obey.

After the captain had passed, Ragetti turned back to his partner-in-crime. "At this rate, we'll all be on the Flying Dutchman permanently."

"Dibs on first mate!"

"You can't do that!"

"Says who? You're not the boss of me!"

The two of them continued squabbling.

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On the Avarice

"Psst!" William jerked around in surprise at the noise. Behind him, there was a figure sat huddled in the back.

It was only in the light that William realized the figure was a child around his age. "So how did you get caught by captain nasty-o?"

"I was in the village when two of his thugs grabbed me. I managed to give one of them a black eye though!" William said proudly, "How did you end up here?"

"Same as you. I was running an errand for me mum when one of those pirates caught me. I think he means to sell us as slaves," the other boy looked away, "I don't want to be a slave."

"Don't be worried," William patted his shoulder, "My mom and dad are coming to rescue me and I'll make sure they take you with us. In fact, my mom will make the captain really sorry they ever tangled with us!"

The other boy didn't look convinced. "Who's your mom?"

"The pirate king!"

"You're joking!"

"Nope!" William said happily, "My mom and dad also know Captain Jack Sparrow! He's my godfather!"

"Now I know you're joking."

"I can prove it…but not now."

"Yeah," the other boy rubbed his neck, "I guess it's nice to have some hope though. What's your name? I'm John."

"William Turner."

John decided he liked this new kid, even if he was a bit crazy.

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On the Black Pearl

Inside the captain's chambers, Elizabeth gazed at the compass on top of the maps covering the table. "Please be here, Will," she said softly to herself.

"You sure you're using that compass correctly?" Across the table from her, Jack was making his way through his second bottle of rum, " 'Cause I bet it'll be pointin' over here."

"Don't flatter yourself, Jack," She didn't bother looking up, "It's not healthy."

"Whatever, your kingness."

At that moment, the door to the cabin burst open and a sailor rushed in. "We've spotted a heavily damaged ship ahead."

A glimmer of hope entered Elizabeth's eyes as she grabbed her hat and made her way onto the deck.

By this time, the storm had calmed down a bit, but the rain was still coming down.

"We don't know how long this ship has been here," Barbossa stopped beside Elizabeth as she gazed at the wrecked ship, " 'Tis possible that the Dutchman has left already."

"I know, but it's worth a try."

The two of them stood for awhile before Barbossa left to attend to other matters. Her clothes were getting soaked, but she couldn't find it in herself to care.

"There's something coming up port side!" yelled a sailor.

Seconds later, there was a huge noise and Elizabeth's eyes moistened even as a smile played around her lips. The Flying Dutchman was here. Will.

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