The Black Smith's Daughter

Disclaimer: I own nothing pirates, except for Anna.

(Revised) (The first chapter is much better then the prologue; I'd suggest if your skeptical after reading this to give the the first chapter a try)

Authors Note: This is my first Pirates fan fiction. This idea came to me while I was thinking about the whole 'Elizabeth Swann sister thing' fan fiction idea. Please read and review; that'd make me so happy and motivated to type faster. I wrote this at midnight last night so if it's crap; sorry. I already have chapter one on paper and it should be up shortly! Continue . . .

Prologue

Her features mirrored her mothers, that's what her father had told her every day since she could remember. Her rather dirty, plain brown hair, green eyes with specks of a brass like color, and tanned, rather pinkish skin, scattered with freckles varying in their places, such as the one on her left ankle and behind her right knee and a few dots across her forehead. Her nose was a bit pudgy like her father's and her lips always seemed to be chapped, in a rather annoying manner. Annabelle Lynn Brown, or Anna for short, could even remember a time when her father, all greasy and sweaty, would come in for dinner and refuse to eat before he could get "as clean as the governor." Then, following supper they would lay on the itchy, yellow rug by the fire, and he would tell Anna stories that told of princesses, princes, and pirates. They would often fall asleep before the short story could meet it's happy ending; Anna asked too many questions. Everything was as perfect as a blacksmith's family could be.

When Anna was eleven years old, her mother past away, after many years of being sick. Anna's whole world crashed around her and she nor her father new how to deal with the situation placed upon them. Anna cried a lot, and her father spent most of the sunlight and night in the shop. She and her father didn't talk much anymore and he had run out of stories to tell or maybe the wake of his wife's death caused him to forget. Forgetfulness; she even often wondered if her father forgot he had a daughter.

Anna turned twelve and her father took in an apprentice, a young boy with brown wavy hair and chocolate eyes. The boy, named William Turner, kept to himself the first year or two, learning the craft of sword making by himself; Mr. Brown was rarely sober and awake at the same time anymore. Anna would give the boy shy smiles when she saw him and he would do the same.

Anna and Will, as he was called, talked a lot when they became older, when they around the age of sixteen or so. They soon became friends, understanding their lives had a lot in common. They could solace with each other, both knowing how it felt to know your mother wasn't ever coming home.

That's how Annabelle Lynn Brown lived; doing chores, talking with Will, daydreaming and helping Mrs. Jones down at the dress shop for a small income.

Daydreaming; it was what Anna loved to do. She was a dreamer, and Will laughed at her for it, picking fun at how her eyes glazed over when she did her chores, and what not. Her daydreams were her own, an escape from the soot, and flour filled life she lived and she couldn't ask for more.

Maybe everything happens for a reason, maybe Annabelle Brown was supposed be at the wrong place at the wrong time, and possibly the actions that her mother did before she was even conceived were meant to happen. Maybe curses and bad luck spells of time do exsit. Perhaps everyone's life is connected in one way or another, and everything comes full circle, in the long run.

Fin Prologue