WARNING!: THERE ARE SOME SERIOUS ALLUSIONS TO POTC!!! IF YOU DO NOT KNOW WHAT ALLUSION MEANS, LOOK IT UP!!

CAUTION: I have not read the sixth book, yet.

A/N: I only own the crew of the the

The woman was tall, young, and needless to say beautiful. She was tan (all over from what he could see), and her hair was like red tangled seaweed. And her eyes. They were amazing. They were a hypnotizing green that he was willing to get lost in.

The woman twirled about in the small clear area that served as a stage. He had wandered into this candlelit tavern to escape the freezing rain. Now he was being bewitched by a beautiful woman.

And then she stopped.

People clapped, a few whistled. He ordered another drink. The woman meandered over to an open table next to him.

"You were good," he murmured.

"Thank you," she replied with a faint Irish accent.

"What's your name?"

"Cathleen Tierney and you?"

"Paton Yewbeam."

--

Paton awoke with a start, shaking his head clear of the memory. It had been close to three decades ago. He was twenty three and foolish. That woman had sent him a letter four months later saying that she would like to meet him again, but they never did. He sighed and swung his feet out of bed. He moved to the window looking out at the turbulent sea. The wind could be heard shaking the vacation house he and his nephew had rented. No ships would be out tonight.

But what was that? A small pinprick of light bobbing on the ocean.

Paton looked at Julia, who was sleeping peacefully in the bed they shared, and then looked back out at sea. Yes, the light was still there, and it was coming closer. He could see the faint outline of a ship. He watched it struggle along, wondering where it was going. It wasn't until he saw it turn towards land that he realized they were going to beach themselves.

"No!" he said, a little louder than he meant. Julia stirred.

"What is it, Paton?" she asked, half awake.

"There's a ship. Whoever is on it is trying to beach it!"

"What?"

Julia got out of bed and joined Paton. Together they watched the ship crash into the beach. Julia turned into Paton's chest.

"I'm going to go out there."

"Paton, what if they're dangerous-"

"They still need help."

"That's a big ship! There could be upwards of seventy people on that ship. And that's the crew alone!"

Paton eyed the beached ship.

"Julia, trust me."

She could nothing but nod meekly and whisper, "Be safe."

The power booster got dressed quickly. He kissed Julia on the forehead and snuck downstairs, where he was greeted by Charlie and Emma. Both wore rain gear.

"Where are you two going?" asked Paton.

"We could ask you the same," replied Charlie. Paton raised an eyebrow, Charlie looked down.

"We're going to see the beached ship," Emma said. Paton shook his head.

"No you're not."

"She wants us to," Charlie said, motioning towards the moth fluttering around them. Paton nodded.

"Well, come on then," he said, opening the door and letting in a terrible wind. They went outside to brave the storm. There was a strong headwind and the rain was freezing.

Just like that night, thought Paton. They finally came upon the ship. Over the wind they heard music and some shouting.

"We know they're okay. Let's go back!" he shouted over the wind. Charlie shook his head. The moth, which was in his cupped hands, was pulling him toward the ship.

"Charlie!"

"We have to!"

Paton shook his head, but moved toward the ship. A movement caught his eye, but when he looked, whatever it was had disappeared. He continued on, he was a foot away from the ship when something sharp slid across his throat. He froze.

"Don't move," said a dangerous voice. He heard a scream behind him. Emma!His mind raced. His captor shoved him forward, onto the ship, the point of their sword still at his back. A blindfold was gruffly put on, along with ropes binding his arms. From there on in there was a bunch of shoving, shouting. The music grew louder.

"What do we 'ave here? A couple of spies?" came a woman's voice. The room quieted immediately.

"Atticus, take off their blinds. I want ta see their faces."

Paton's blind was removed, and for a moment, everything was blurry. When things cleared, he could see the face of a young woman with emerald green eyes. He blinked.

"Hmph. Not much of a catch. Two young 'uns and an older gent, not much use," she said. "What's your names?"

"Please don't harm the children-" Paton begged.

"What are your names?" said the woman, a bit more firmly.

"The boy's name is Charlie Bone. The girl is Emma Tolly. I'm Paton Yewbeam," he said quickly. Something flashed across the woman's eyes. She turned, and the candle flames shot up.

"Joe, bring 'im down to the brig. Kris,the kids are ta be put in my cabin and not ta be harmed," she whispered to a tall African man and a shorter blonde.

"Yes, Capt'n," they said, with a small nod. Paton was gruffly picked up, blindfold put back on. He was led to the depths of the ship and shoved into a cold steel wall. His head filled with white hot pain. His bonds were cut and his blindfold removed once more.

"Welcome to the Scarlet Swan, mate," said Joe with a wicked grin. Paton groaned and blacked out.

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Charlie rubbed his wrists. He looked around the room. It was sparsely decorated, save a few pictures, a bed, and a dresser, and the latter two were nailed to the floor. He picked up a picture. There was a smiling woman with red hair holding a baby.

"Hush now, babe," whispered the woman with a faint accent. A voice came from the distance.

"Capt'n! There's a strange ship on the horizon!"

"Hold on a minute, James!" called the women. "My god! It's the Dutchman! Let up the sails. Run with the wind! Bring 'er to land!"

"Not so fast, Capt'n Tierney!"

There was a horrible scream.

Charlie pulled his eyes from the photograph to a smaller one tucked in the corner of the frame. The same woman had her arms around a taller man.

"Smile, dear," she said.

"What if I boost it?"

"You won't if you've been meditating," she said. The man stuttered.

"Paton!"

"What are you doing?" whispered a dangerous voice in his ear; cold steel was pressed against his throat. Charlie dropped the photo.

"I'm- I'm sorry. I-I-"

"Just don't go nosin' around again," said the captain, releasing Charlie. Emma was wide eyed, sitting on the bed. The captain picked up the photo and set it laid it face down on the dresser.

"Who are you?" whispered Emma.

"Sibeal Tierney, captain of this ship, Child of the Red King –I can control fire, if you must ask- and pirate," replied the woman, pulling out an extra blankets from the dresser. She threw some to Charlie.

"You two will be released once Poseidon calms down a bit. I would've sent you off already, but seeing as the tide's risen and a dinghy would never survive in such swells, you're going ta have ta stay here for a little bit. As long as you're under my care, no harm will come ta you."

Sibeal crossed the room and shut the door, bolting it firmly.

"I'm warning you now; some of the crew saw the ship being run ashore as a chance to get drunk. They can be a bit… unpredictable."

"What's going to happen to my uncle?"

"Hmm?"

"My uncle. What's going to happen to him?"

Sibeal looked at Charlie. She bowed her head and looked away.

"He'll live, I'll promise you that," she whispered. "Now get to sleep."

She ushered the two onto the bed, then set up a makeshift cot for herself by the door. Charlie watched her with half closed eyes until he was sure she was in a deep sleep. He threw off his covers and tiptoed over to the face down photograph.

"What did I say earlier boy?"

Charlie jumped and leaped back into bed.

"It's called a sailors sleep. Never try to sneak up on one unless he's in a drunken stupor," Sibeal muttered, shifting back into her light sleep.

Charlie settled down for bed, feeling watched. He thought about the photograph.

Paton isn't a popular name. Plus that man was afraid of boosting the camera. That means… No. It's not possible. Paton would know if he had a kid… But still…

Charlie stole a glance at the pirate. She certainly did look like him. The wand fluttered around him and settled on his nose.

Sleep, said the moth. Charlie yawned. A moment before he had felt uneasy and hyper, now he felt comfortable and he slowly slipped into a deep sleep.

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