Hey everyone, this is my first POTC fanfic, its set after DMC without any rumour of AWE in it, so if it doesn't reflect on AWE is because its not supposed. I have got plently more chapters already written, but I want to see the response from the first chapter! Please R&R, and keep in mind the only characters I own is the main character and new unfamilar characters that aren't in the film, however if I can own Jack Sparrow I won't pass the opportunity, LOL!!! ENJOY!!!


1: Prologue

A tear trickled down my lifeless and solum face, falling onto the hard ground beneath me. My heartbroken body was leaning on the cold wall. My arms wrapped around my long legs, trying to get all the warmth I could. It seemed my life would be lived this way forever. I questioned if I'd ever be free, but there was no hope. My dream and desire in life was to have freedom. But having a dream didn't make you smart, knowing it wouldn't come true did. I lived the life of a slave; I was sold to anyone who wanted me. They used me at their disposal. When I was wanted, I was used. When I wasn't needed, I was thrown to the side and locked away. I had never felt any emotion of love given towards me, only anger and abuse. I wouldn't wish this life on my enemies. I had been sold to at least ten different men, over four years. I'd been punched, kicked, raped, bruised and bashed. I had been tormented.

My life hadn't always this horrible though. I was born on a ship, twenty years ago, where I lived with my father, a pirate. My mother was a working girl in Tortuga, until she fell in love with my father and traded her life for him and the sea. Sadly she died giving birth to me, her small skinny frame couldn't deal with the pressure. I guess that's why I was scared if I ever fell pregnant. Many people commented that I had my mum's beauty, maybe even more, and her figure. I had her sparkling brown eyes, which were now dull, her golden blonde hair, now mousy and tatted, and her long legs. My hips were slightly bigger than my mums giving me more shape and strength, which helped me, live my life with my father aboard his ship the Ocean Breeze. I loved my life at sea; I had my mum's beauty and my dad's heart. But my life stopped the day my father died, shortly after I turned sixteen. After that things went down hill. The East India Trading Company allegedly killed my father, when they got in crossfire out at sea one day. I was then sold to the first man who laid eyes on me. All I had to remember my life before this torment, was the 'P' which was burned onto my wrist the day of my fathers death, along with two rings that belonged to my father and mother.

I kept huddled up, in the dark and lonesome room; waiting until morning where I was to be sold to the next man I would have to serve under. My frail body used to be filled with such joy and life, now I barely had enough energy to keep motivated for a more than a few hours a day. I was rarely fed, only living mostly on water and stale bread. I knew I wouldn't survive much longer like this; my body had been fighting long enough. I dreamt that my life would change, there was always hope. Supposedly there was hope for everyone, everyone but me. I stopped dreaming along time ago. For what seemed like the millionth time, I cried myself to sleep, dreading what the morning would bring.


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