Disclaimer: I do not own PoC. I only own Primrose Evelyn Allen, Atticus Williams, dear grandfather and some characters that will pop up randomly, which I will mention at the disclaimer.

Hey guys, it's Ink. I've written this like five hundred times, disappointed and dreary but I think it's decent now! I will try to stay in character of all original PoC characters. I would appreciate reviews because if I don't get them it will just encourage me to be lazy! So please please review! Rated T for future purposes, will be changed to M eventually.

Binds of the Past
Prologue
It's calling

"I hope God smites you, Primrose Evelyn Allen! God forbid such frivolous girl! I quit!"

Nanny's coarse voice oozed with a senile British accent as her words echoed down the emptied corridors, squeaking at the very end of her tantrum. My lips curled into devilish ghostly smirk. Despite the brilliant white pearls and exported gold laced dresses sewn hand by designers themselves, my life was not content. I craved adventure- hungry and malicious in the waiting for it. My grandfather never approved such yearnings, he was determined to never let me out of the Allen Estates, and I was determined to drive him mad and disobey his every wishes. One of his wishes just happen to be having a nanny take grasp of me, turn me into a lady, someone capable of marrying a man that would be the future General of the British Royal Navy in his place. No nanny will ever accomplish that task, simply because I will break from these chains that hold me from the calls of the ocean.

I was sprinting, sprinting from my past. My speed accelerated, I could feel the adrenaline biting at my core. I heard myself, panting with each step, the clacking of my heels followed but I quickly tossed them off with a shove of my feet. I felt it, the rush, the adventure I had been craving for, but it wasn't satisfying, not yet. I wanted hear the roar of the ocean I remembered described in stories my father would tell me, the wind whispering in the ears and the scent of salt water and amber rum. I tipped my hat to the crowd of people, jaw dropped from the sight of the General's daughter running in dirtied brown trousers, a white loose blouse that barely clung to her snow skin, and a corset dangling from her shoulders.

I reached the end of London, surprised that the guards had the ability to keep up with my built thighs. I was up on the stairs of stone, near by the sea, cornered, out of my restless ideas. I could smell the salt water and I grimaced as they came closer, him approaching with a steady hand.

"We can go back, Evelyn! Back to the Estate, pretend this never happened. Marry like I promised you… Please! Step down, take my hand and let us go back." Atticus Williams was fairly too confident, thinking I'd take his hand. He, Atticus Williams was my fiancé, and also the man I dreaded the most.

"Thanks for the darling offer, but I don't think I quite fancy that." I spat sharply in his face, leaping as far as my push would take me into the air. I was flying, no longer bounded to frivolous entitlements. Then I submerged, satisfied as I plunged into the waves. The sea embraced me, and I could hear it roaring as instincts brought me to the surface before I sank again, hazily. Everything was blurry when I continuously descended to the bottom, but it felt right. I felt safe.

Two coarse voices, both familiar, slashed into my dreams of freedom. One soft, another soothing. I didn't want to wake, the feeling of drowsiness kept me in the state. Eventually, I had come to. My eyes still shut, pressed with slight fear of being sent back to where I yearned not to go.

"Think Evelyn will wake 'fore sunset?"

"What of you've got to make of it, Gibbs?"

"Well aye sir, nothin'. You sure though, Jack? She'll be of use?"

"Mate, when has an idea of mine 'ever gone bad- Don't answer that."

"Aye, Jack."

The sound of footsteps dissipated, and my eyes widened. And then, a catlike grin spread across my face in a matter of seconds before I dashed up to deck. The scent of amber rum, salt water and my memories rushed, encircling me as the binds with my past were instantly gone.

"Lyn, you've waked?" Creases of joy were drew upon the man's face but vanished near his chin due to his monotone beard that split near his lips. His hair was sleeked back with salt water as it tied nicely into a tail as his blouse blew in the wind, covered with a tattered faint blue coat. His voice was familiar and soothing, I could only guess one man from my childhood, but he's aged quite a few.

"Gibbs." I gestured a hello before another man approached. And my eyes smiled at him before I whispered loudly and ruthlessly. "Sparrow."

"Evelyn. How was prison?" His face showed how amused he was with the situation, but that was classy Jack.

"Exactly how poor mother thought it would be, dear Jack! It's all your fault, she came back but was tempted by the sea 'cause of you… But like mother and father, like daughter, Jacky." I chimed, my eyes flicking with flames between the sea and Jack, Gibbs at the corner of my eye, intensively waiting.

"Please, Evelyn. Call me... daddy."