I do not own Jack Sparrow, Ana Maria, or the Black Pearl. I do own the plot and my characters.

Kidnapped

Chapter One

Will and Elizabeth eventually got married, and settled down in London away from Jack and the Black Pearl. Jack, on the other hand, continued his piracy across the waters of the Caribbean, and on one of his adventures, he, uh, rescued the governor's daughter from- oh, heck with it, he kidnapped her for reasons unknown. She was a fiery one, and fought off Jack's charms as long as humanly possible...but you can guess how that story goes. They got married, and their first child came a year later: a daughter with fiery red hair, and somewhat disturbing silver eyes, taking after her mother. For nine years the three happily sailed the Caribbean, that is, until Jack's wife was killed in a raid gone horribly, horribly wrong. And after that raid, Jack sent his daughter to live with his father-in-law, the governor. Jack hoped that the girl would turn out a lady, and forget the pirate life she once had. But the girl had adventure in her heart, and fought against the many attempts to make her a lady.

"Miss MycKennzeria! Come down here this instant!" My governess yelled at me. Yeah, I'm Jack's daughter, MycKennzeria Jacqueline Sparrow. Honestly, what had my mother been thinking? MycKennzeria Jacqueline? Kennz worked just fine for me.

I looked down at the governess' face. It was red with annoyance. "And if I refuse?" I called down at her. She made an aggitated noise, and stormed inside the mansion.

I waited there a few moments, then decided I had better get down before she brought the governor. I climbed down the tree in a steady, practiced manner. I strode into the house, walking down the halls, not really seeing anything. I climbed the flight of stairs, and entered my quarters... and was tackled by a large black mass.

Zeke licked my face, paws on my shoulders. I laughed, and failed miserably to push the dog off.

"Zeke. Get off." Giggles rose from my throat even as the dog let me up.

Wiping my face, I looked at the dog. Zeke stood about three feet high to his shoulder, up to my hip, Zeke was really a horse of a dog, covered in curling black fur. He was built like a Great Dane, but with floppy ears. Now don't think he was anything near some purebred-hunting dog. Zeke was a mutt, a mongrel. And, no, he wasn't a particularly loveable mutt. He was really a one-person dog, but that made me love him all the more.

Standing, I saw that I had left the piano open. And almost immediately, an itching took over my fingers, and they yearned to play the stupid thing. I fought the lady lessons, but the one thing I loved about them was the piano...and I hated myself for it. Beautiful music poured out at my hands, when I should be playing horribly. I stormed over and slammed the case shut, and the itching ceased.

"MycKennzeria?" The governor's voice caused me to jump, and whirl around.

"What do you want?" My rude comment caused him to scowl at me. His white powered wig was slightly off to one side today. His cold blue eyes glared at me. Hard to believe the he's my grandfather.

"Pack your things. You leave tomorrow morning for finishing school." His voice was hard, cold.

I snorted. "Oh, is that so? And what does my father think of this?" There was no way my father would allow me to go to a finishing school. All those turned out were prissy girls who fainted on the sight of blood.

"Your father asked that it be done." There was a cruel smile on his face. My jaw dropped. What? And after the governor walked out looking satisfied, anger raged through my veins. There was no way in the Caribbean that I was going to finishing school. Because I wasn't going to be in port in the morning.

The cool night air calmed down the anger in my being. Zeke walked quietly at my side.

I didn't look like me. I had my knee length hair pushed up inside a hat, and had on boy's clothing. I remembered looking at myself in a mirror before I left the governor's house. A five foot nine inch young man with silvery eyes under red brows, and a scowl stood before my eyes. I had 'borrowed' the stable boy's jacket, and pants, I already had a shirt for myself. I just hoped that no one would recognize me, or guess what I was trying to hide. A girl at the docks at night was not safe. A boy could go unnoticed.

Now. To find a ship. No, royal navy. Royal navy. Royal navy...there. The Raven. Well, she fit her name well. I climbed to plank up onto the vessel, Zeke cautious at my heels. The deck appeared to be deserted, but movement in a shadow told my otherwise.

"I need to speak with the captain." I said loudly, glad for once that my voice was low for a girl.

The shadow rose, or rather, stood up, and straightened. Holy buckets! The thing rose past six feet! And then it, he, stepped into the moonlight.

Curly brown hair was pulled back from a young, rather handsome, frowning face. Curious brown eyes looked over me, as though he were trying to decide what I was. His clothes were rough, work clothes. He took a step towards me, and Zeke shot off.

The dog leaped with a snarl, and hit the man, forcing him down. No cry rose for the man's lips, but Zeke's rumbling growl sounded in the air.

"Zeke!" I rushed over, afraid what the dog might do to the strange man. I grabbed the dog around the neck, and hauled with all the strength I possessed. It took for what seemed like an eternity for me to get Zeke off the man. I kept a good grip on the dog while the man stood once again, and dusted himself off. "I'm very sorry. Zeke usually doesn't attack people out of the blue. I'm real-" I stopped, and odd noise was coming from the man. Had Zeke bitten his throat?!

It took me a few moments to realize that the man was laughing, quite hard actually. It irritated me for some reason, when I should have been relieved that Zeke hadn't mauled the man. My eyes narrowed as he finally came to a stop.

"It's not like I'm not used to dogs attacking me. They just plain don't like me." He wiped his eyes. "But, boy, you should have heard yourself. You sounded like some prissy proper girl." He chuckled at the thought. My blood boiled. "Now. You said you wanted to see Captain Marnscore? For a job, I assume?" I nodded, and followed him across the deck, to the captain's quarters. "Captain! Got a lad here for a job!"

The door opened, and we were admitted inside. Captain Marnscore raised his eyebrows at the sight of me. The man just shook his head.

The captain was a cruel-looking man with a greasy looking beard and the warning signals went off in my head. Something wasn't right, not right at all. Zeke pressed up against my legs, a silent snarl on his mouth.

"What job ye be lookin' fer?" At his voice the hair stood on the back of my neck. I shouldn't be here.

"You know what? I just remembered that I forgot something." I tried to flee for the door, but the man stood in the way. I turned back toward the captain, dread in the pit of my stomach. Zeke was inching towards the captain; teeth bared, and fur on end. Slowly, the captain drew out his pistol, and cocked it, aiming at Zeke.

Alarmed, I threw myself at Zeke. Arms around his neck, preventing him from charging the evil captain, I said quietly, "Don't."

Quite surprisingly, the captain put the gun away in his coat. "Now. What's yer name, lass?" I opened my mouth to try and correct him, but he spoke first. "Neither me nor Zaine are blind."

Uh oh. "Emily Brooks." I hoped they wouldn't see the lie.

He laughed! The scoundrel actually laughed at me! "Yer a terrible liar!" His face hardened. "The truth. Yer name."

I looked away. "MycKennzeria Sparrow." I looked at him, but his eyes focused on something far away. "I'd like to leave now."

"Jack's daughter..." He said in a daze, then smiled evilly. "I will have me revenge." He looked at Zaine, who was behind me, at the door. "Zaine. Why don't ye make Miss Sparrow comfortable in a room below deck? And stay with 'er. Make sure she don't escape." Zeke growled. "And throw the dog overboard."

Twin arms wrapped around my waist, and I was lifted from the ground.