A girl with ginger hair looked upon the sea. The water caressed her face. This moment would be wonderful, if she knew where she was. She had awoken to find herself in a life boat, she looked over the edge and saw grey water, she turned to look behind her but she saw nothing but something floating in the waters. She paddled towards it, thinking it may be something useful, but as she gazed upon the floating item, she saw two cross bones behind a skull. She jumped backing surprise and felt something beneath her. She reached for it and look upon it. It was a small necklace, in a silver chain dangled a charm, she took it into her hands and examined it closer, it appeared to be a small flag of the English.

"Where am I?" The girl inquired to herself as she began to float more and more into the farther south of the ocean. The girls chocolate eyes focused onto the charm again. Where was she? And better, who was she? She fumbled through her pockets until she came across a small drawing of a map, she looked at the compass rose who had only West written on it. She turned her head to the West and saw where she must had come from. A large ship with sails towering above her was slowly sinking, it was a burning blaze as the flames ate it. She turned away, a tear dropping from her eye. But then, darkness.

She woke on a ship, she looked around and stood up, she was in a captains quarters of a ship, she stumbled out of bed in the clothes she had been wearing. Quietly she pulled her hair back into a ponytail. She didn't remember how to do it, or what it was, but she did it automatically. She walked out and walked the steps up to the deck. Men walked by with barrels rolling by and following orders by the captain. She walked up to the man yelling at the others and tapped on his tattered clothing.

"Excuse me, but where am I?"

the captain turned around and eyed the thirteen year old. He had one eye real and the other a wooden carving.

"Ah, welcome to our ship miss, the captain ahs been waiting for you."

"Captain?"

She followed him down into the heart of the ship, then looked upon the man sitting before her. His long graying hair fell upon his shoulders and he wore a red rag around the top of his head. The girl curtsied in his presence and the man left and shut the doors behind him.

The captain gestured to a seat and she sat down still looking upon him.

"Ello."

The girl smiled. "Hello sir."

"very good, knows what to call a captain." He stood and walked over to her.

"What's your name dearie?"

"Um, I don't know sir…"

"…"

"What?"

The captain had tears in his eyes. "Nothing, just, um, your dismissed."

She walked back as the captain started to cry.

"I thought I would never see," he cried "the Turners' daughter."