Disclaimer: No I don't own ANY of the characters except for Brianna.

Authors Note: This is my first Fan Fiction EVER! Please read and review! Thanks! Oh and the title might change.   

            The Silver Pendent

Chapter 1- My Father

It was early morning in Port Royale; people were busy in the streets starting their daily tasks, when I woke up in a cold sweat. I was having the same dream as the night before and all the nights before that for about 2 years now. It was of the day my mother died. In my dream, I was sitting on the edge of my mother's bed seeing the ghostly look in her eyes. Holding her hand, I listened to her last two words to ever come out of her mouth "Captain Bailey". Then with one quick blink my mother fell silent forever.

Remembering my dream always brought me back to why my mother died in the first place. She had been shot in the stomach by Captain Bailey. No matter how hard I tried to rid my mind of that man's face, I just couldn't. The only way I could get on with my days was to think that one day I will get revenge on him.

I slowly moved from my bed to my wardrobe mirror. There I saw the horrible bruise on my face left there from my father. After my mother died, my father became very abusive because of the massive amounts of alcohol he would drink. I was very afraid to go near my father, for I may be beaten. While the memory of last nights beating lingered in my mind, I grabbed a large pouch and stuffed it with some belongings. Today I would leave my house for good! Before I left my bedroom I felt my neck for my silver pendent necklace. Finally grasping it I felt a warm rush go though my body, my mother had given it to me only a few hours before her death. Picking up my bag I left my room hoping that my father was still asleep. As I descended the stairs I came face to face with the one person I didn't want to see, my father.

"Where the hell do you think your going?" He yelled grabbing hold of my arm.

"Let me go!"

Struggling to get away I kicked my father between the legs. He stumbled and fell cursing in pain. I quickly opened the door and ran as fast as I could into town. I stopped outside a dress shop, panting, I realized I didn't know where I was going. All I wanted to do was hide from my father and never see him again.

I only had two friends I could turn to in Port Royale and they were Elizabeth Swann and her fiancé Will Turner. I had been best of friends with Elizabeth ever since I was a baby and befriended Will when he was brought back to Port Royale after being saved, about 9 years ago. Elizabeth and I both shared an interest in pirates and the year before learning that Will was a pirate was really quite the story for me to hear. Elizabeth has told me everything about her adventure, how there were cursed pirates and an evil captain, she never spared one detail. Now it was my turn to tell her something. I had to tell her all about my father beating me. I knew it was going to be hard, but I needed to tell someone I could trust.      

Standing there, I took in all of my surroundings. I lived in Port Royale all my life, but at this very moment, I had so many feelings in my mind that I couldn't think of where I was. Trying to slow down my breathing to get my head back on track, I started towards where the Governors household was or where I thought it was. It was just so hard for me to think of anything other than the raging face of my father I had seen before I left; it was almost like it was burned into my mind. Scrambling my eyes to try and rid the image, I broke down and just cried. Realizing that people were looking strangely at me, I got up from the ground still crying and ran the rest of the way to Elizabeth's house.

So now here I am standing outside of Elizabeth's door. I can't do this, I thought. I can't tell her, I can't tell anyone! I wiped my eyes to try and stop the tears, but they just wouldn't stop. I knocked on the door, and waited for someone to answer. One of the man servants answered the door. From the stairs, Elizabeth saw that it was me. I looked up and saw her there and pushed my way through the door over to her. 

"Oh Brianna what's wrong?"

"I need to tell you something, it's very important and I don't want you to tell, anyone not even Will."

"Ok, but first tell me where you got the horrible bruise from?"

"That's what I'm getting at."

"Oh ok, come up to my room where it's more private." 

Together we climbed the stairs, never saying a word. Elizabeth opened the door to her room and found that one of the maids was making her bed.

"Sorry Miss," the maid said before curtsying and leaving the room, closing the door behind her.

"Brianna what's going on, why are you hurt, what-"

"Please Elizabeth," I pleaded. "Let me just tell you what I have to say."

"Ok, please go on."

Elizabeth had a very concerned look on her face. Surprisingly it sort of calmed me down to see that someone really cares about me. With a sigh I told Elizabeth the whole story about me getting abused by my father.

"That's horrible, Brianna. How come you never told me this before?"

"I don't know I was scared. I didn't know what to do. What am I going to do now, Elizabeth? I can't go back home he'll kill me!"

We both sat there thinking for a good 5 minutes. My mind was completely blank, I never really thought of what I was going to do.

"You can stay with me here. Father won't mind, you're always welcome in our house."

"Thank you, Elizabeth. I don't know what I would do without you!" I cried, bursting into tears again.

"There, there Brianna. It's all over your father can't hurt you now. "She said pulling me into a hug. "Come down stairs for lunch, you've had a rough morning you must be hungry."