(A/N) Hello there! Welcome to my newest story, "Marisol". Truthfully, I have written quite a bit of fan fiction, but I am afraid to publish it! This is my "baby" of 3 years and is currently my most worked-on piece. I am currently editing it so it matches more with the plot line of the latest movie, which I just saw today!

You will find that this story includes a lot of Spanish intermingled with English. Most of the time, the Spanish will be in italics when intermingled with English. I will provide translations! (I took 5 years of Spanish in middle and high school and currently use it in my job now.) Please don't hesitate to correct my Spanish or my translations.

Translations for this chapter:

"Mamá está aquí, mi hijita.¨- Mama is here, my daughter. ("hija" is daughter, but "hijita" is a more affectionate name, like saying "my little daughter")

"Mi preciosa"- my precious :)

"señora"- "Mrs", or how you address a married woman

The clouds were slowly moving over the small town of Port Royal as the sun began to set. Inside a small room, Angelica Teach sat with a pen and a quill, furiously writing, her face a mixture of concentration, sadness, and a bit of hope. She glanced out of the window of the inn for a moment. "I must hurry," she told herself as she wrote. She had an appointment to keep, and she could not dally on this letter for long.

"Mamamamamama!" a small voice cried out from next to her on the floor and she glanced down at the small baby girl who was grabbing the leg of the stool that Anglelica was sitting on with pudgy fingers covered in slobber. The girl's curly hair was matted to her forehead and her large, dark eyes shone with tears. Angelica's throat tightened and her heart constricted inside her chest as she reached down for the child.

"Shh...shh...Mamá está aquí, mi hijita," she comforted the child as she picked her up and hugged her to her chest. The child immediately relaxed, head resting against her mother's chest. Angelica's heart broke into pieces as she realized what she was about to do.

She knew it was the right thing to do as she was but 20 years old and unmarried, but that didn't make it any less difficult. She only wished that she and her child's father, the somewhat infamous pirate Jack Sparrow and a young man five years her senior, had not gone their separate ways before she could tell him she was with child. This man, with handsome good looks and a wild, adventurous spirit had swept her away from her life as a future nun and had shown her what it was like to be loved by a man, both in the physical and emotional aspect. He was the only man who could make her laugh and cry with one sentence. And now, she was alone, with a beautiful baby girl who was the spitting image of her, save for those mischievous eyes that mirrored her devil-may-care father's.

This child whom Angelica loved with all her heart would have to be given up so that both she and her daughter would have a better life. Working in the house of Annette Masterson was not a horrible thing. The woman had provided her with a job as a maid while she lived in a nearby inn. Angelica did not know much beyond what she knew of the Church and of the sea, but she knew this was not the life she was meant to lead. But the larger issue resided with the consequences of her sailing days with Jack. True, it had attracted the attention of her long-lost father, who she was to meet shortly, but it also had attracted the attention of the English and Spanish law, as well. She had been on the run from the moment she and Jack had separated until her eighth month of pregnancy, when she decided to hide out in Port Royal. She began to work with the Mastersons, then, and had given birth shortly thereafter.

Her employer had become enamored with her daughter from the moment they had met, and as she was childless and at the age where it was becoming increasingly difficult to have children, Angelica knew that Mrs. Annette Masterson was the right woman to care for her child. Annette knew very few details of Angelica's situation, but had agreed to raise her daughter as her own.

"Mi preciosa Marisol," Angelica whispered in delicate Spanish as she continued to rock the child. This child was her life, but she knew that every minute that Marisol stayed with her was a minute that they were both in grave danger. Marisol would never have a normal life this way. She had hidden her for six months and with news of her father's arrival that evening, she told herself that this was a godsend. There would come no better time.

"It's time to go," she sighed, gently rubbing her daughter's back absentmindedly as tears began to roll down her cheeks. She paused momentarily to tuck the letter in the envelope entitled "To Marisol, with Love, from your Mother" and seal it. She then placed the letter in the bottom of a basket along with a list of desires for her daughter's upbringing (speaking Spanish and attending the Catholic Church were at the top of the list). On top of that she placed a pillow that she had sewn during her pregnancy from old clothes that was patched like a quilt. She then wrapped a now-sleeping Marisol in her in a blanket and held her even more tightly to her chest. It was time.

Angelica knocked on the door to the Masterson's large house, and Annette quickly opened the door to see Angelica, her cheeks tear-stained and her arms holding a small bundle.

"Come in!" she motioned with her hands for Angelica to come in quickly as thunder rumbled in the distance.

"I must go now, Señora Masterson. I must not stay any longer. It will become more difficult for me to leave the longer I stay," her voice wavered a bit before she gulped. "I have left a pillow for her that I made myself, as well as a letter that I do not want her to read until her 20th birthday, which is on the first of May." The woman nodded. "Also, I would like you to read my list of instructions regarding her care and her upbringing, please."

"Oh, Angelica, you have no idea what kind of gift you have given my Peter and I," Annette Masterson paused to wipe her own eyes. "Thank you so much. You are always welcome in our home whenever you'd like."

"Thank you, Señora. Now I must go. Thank you so much for doing this for me," Angelica's voice cracked and the two women embraced, tears in both their eyes for a few minutes. "Goodbye little one," Angelica spoke softly to her beautiful daughter and looked into her dark colored eyes one more time before pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I will always love you," She handed Marisol to Annette, the tears still rolling. "Goodbye," she stepped backwards and turned away.

"MAMA!" a voice called, but Angelica, a firm look on her face in spite of her trembling body, did not look back, wrapping her cloak around her as she shut the door.

That child was me.

I am Marisol. This is my story.

6/3/17 This first chapter has been edited! Those of you who read it before, thank you! I hope that it has improved.

Next chapter focuses on Marisol, mainly.

Also, please review if you have the time. :)