Kidnapped (Aurora Barbossa Special) (PoTC)

A/N: This is a two-part short story that ties in with my story, Aurora Barbossa. For those of you that have already read it, this story story takes place right after Chapter 8, Father Daughter Reunion. If you had not read Aurora Barbossa yet, I would suggest reading up to chapter 8 or you might be confused. Hope you all enjoy!

Kidnapped

Part 1

    Leaning against the rail of the Dutchman, I gazed up at the moon, dangling in the sky like a loose pearl. I felt peace at this moment, but that soon turned to boredom. Now that we had the undead crew of the Black Pearl on our side, there was less for me to do. Instead of going to the ships myself to lure them in for the Kraken's attack, I have to wait for Barbossa's crew to attack and then I go with Jones to round up the surviving souls.

    Davy Jones had originally urged me to meet up with Barbossa and joined them in the attack, but I refused. I had no desire to be on that ship with its captain and I know that man would feel the same about my presence there. We may share the same blood but that is all that draws us together as father and daughter.

    I know I was the one that led Barbossa and his crew to the cursed treasure, but he is the reason I am trapped on this ship. Even though Captain Barbossa did not strike the deal himself with Davy Jones, it was made so he could be captain.

    After several more moments passed on by, I saw the Black Pearl still failed to make its appearance. The white-sailed ship still roamed about unharmed. I grew bored and impatient.

    "Still not there?" a voice asked from behind me.

    I turned my head to see Bootstrap approaching the rail beside me.

    "No," I grumbled. "Did your old crew always have a problem with being on time?"

    "Captain Barbossa never really concerned himself with timing," Bootstrap muttered.  

    "Well, he would do well to when Davy Jones is involved," I responded and then rolled my eyes. "I'd say he and his crew passed out from too much rum but we both know alcohol cannot affect them anymore."

    Bootstrap stared out towards the ship and asked, "What do you suppose will happen if my old crew does not show up?"

    "Well, Jones better not blame me," I huffed. "I already did all I could to get Barbossa to have his men heed by Davy Jones' will."

    We continued to stand there waiting. I tapped my fingers impatiently against the rail.

    "That's it," I groaned, standing up straighter. "I'm going to Jones and insist that we do this the old way. I'm tired of standing around waiting for the Black Pearl to show up at its leisure."

    I stormed off and went and found Davy Jones in his room, his music surrounding him. I decided best wait and let him finish playing. Jones always seemed in a better mood after he played his organ.

    The moment he stopped playing, Jones seemed to sense my presence behind him. He turned around and demanded, "Well, has the attack been made yet?"

    I shook my head and huffed. "No, there has been absolutely no sign of the Black Pearl and the target ship remains cruising along in peace."

    I was at the very least pleased to see, Davy Jones shared my frustration. Hopefully he will take it out on the Barbossa and his crew rather than me.

    "Why have they not come?" Jones demanded, glaring in my direction. "Did you not make it clear to them what would happen if they chose not to head my will?"