Summery: Can the place that has been her prison for four years actually
become her safe haven? Can she ever trust again?
Disclaimers: I own Akiva, her mother, father, and any other ppl that were not in the movie. The Mouse owns everything else. I am not now nor will I make money off this, so don't sue me.
Rating: make it R to be safe, but I really have no clue.
Did I miss anything? If I did, tell me. On with the story.
{ } - indicates mind talking. / / - means personal thoughts.
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November 19, 1681 Black Pearl, Brig
Pain. That's all there was. It surrounded her. It was swallowing her. It was killing her. Then, slowly the pain subsided. Conscience thought retuned to her. She opened her eyes and saw.wood? Then she remembered, everything.
October 12, 1664 Port Royal, Caribbean Somewhere in a forest, Gypsy camp tent
A young woman is half lying, half sitting on a bed, holding a new born baby girl. The baby had dark red hair and shining green eyes.
"'Hush now my baby, be still love, don't cry.' What shall I name you?"
"I think you should call her Akiva, it is a proper Gypsy name."
The young mother, Sasha, looks at her husband.
"You know mother will kill you if she finds you in here."
"I know, but I wanted to see my wife and daughter." He states in an 'I couldn't care less what your mother wants' tone.
"Avery." She says in a very warning way.
"What? A man has every right to see his family."
"Honestly Av, what shall we name her?"
"I think.." He tickles the baby under the chin and takes her in his arms, "we shall call you," the baby is now fast asleep in her father's arms, "Akiva Miral Hunt."
The father turns to his wife.
"What do you think, my beautiful wife?"
"OK, honey, I understand that Akiva is your mother's name, and seeing as how she is now with the Blessed, her name comes first. Also, Miral is my mother's name, and I thank you for including it, but where did the 'Hunt' come from?"
"Well, I am a hunter, so there for, that is her last name."
"But why does she need THREE names?"
"Because, well, the British tend to accept Gypsy's more if they have a more common name, and I want her to have as easy a life as possible."
"She is not British, she is a GYPSY and she will be raised as such!"
"Sasha, love, calm down, it is not good for you to get upset."
"I know, I am sorry, perhaps you should take Akiva and show her to her grandsires. I think I would like to rest."
"Of course love, rest well, I will be back soon."
For twelve years Akiva traveled through Europe and Asia with her mother, father and Gypsy Clan. At the age of three her father started teaching her how to use swords, knives, bows and arrows and almost every other weapon every invented. He also taught her how to fight hand to hand. She had the agility, balance, and grace of a cat and moved faster then any normal human should. She was about five foot one inch with dark red hair that fell to mid back and eyes the color of emeralds. She was small for her age, seeing as she only weighed about one hundred and ten pounds. She grew up happy and safe, not know the true danger of the world outside her family and clan. On the day of her thirteenth birthday she was in the wagon with her parents getting ready for bed.
"Akiva?"
"Yes mother?"
"Did you enjoy your day?"
"Yes, I did."
"Akiva, darling, do you understand the importance of this day." Her father said.
"Umm, no?"
"You must start acting like the young woman you are now."
"Yes father."
"Father?"
"Yes dear?"
"You and mummy will always be with me right?"
"Yes sweetie, we will always be with you."
"No matter what?"
"No matter what, now go to sleep dear."
"Yes daddy."
"I love you, dad."
"I love you to, Kiva."
That was the last time Akiva would see her father alive.
Present
Akiva slowly sat up, realizing that the wood she had seen while lying down was a wall. There was little light in the room she was in. As she looked around she noticed that the ground on which she was sitting was moving, as were the candle holders on the wall. She was in a cell on a boat.
/"Well this is just great. I go to sleep in a tavern guest room in Tortuga after being beaten to a bloody pulp by Barbossa and wake up on the Pearl. Just bloody GREAT!"/
As she was sitting against the wall, she started thinking about how she had gotten here and the last things her father had said to her. "We will always be with you, no matter what. I love you, Kiva."
October 13, 1677 Port Royal, Caribbean Edge of a secluded forest, near the beach, Gypsy camp
About three hours after her father said this, the camp was attacked be pirates looking to have some fun. Akiva awoke to the sound of gun fire and screaming.
"Mummy, what is that?"
There was no reply.
"Mummy?"
"Daddy?"
When she got no answer, she started to put on her dress and boots.
She climbed out of the wagon and started looking for her parents. All around her people were going crazy. She had no clue what was happening. She was walking toward the beach when a hand shot out from behind a bush, pulled her down and put a hand over her mouth.
"Akiva don't scream, it's me."
Akiva relaxed into her mother's arms.
"Mum, what is happening?"
"Hush, we are being attacked by pirates, you must be quite."
"What do they want?"
"I don't know, but you are young and pretty, if they see you they will take you. Now, please, be quite and still."
Her mother moved to get up.
"Where are you going?" Akiva cried.
"I am going to find your father."
"Hurry back, be careful."
"I will."
"I love you, Mummy."
"I love you too, Akiva Miral Hunt."
That was the only time Sasha had ever called her daughter be her full name, for she now that she would not see her again.
Akiva lay very still until the commotion died down. At about three in the morning she crawled out from under the bushes. As she stood up and looked around, she saw bodies everywhere. Before her feet were the people she had grown up with, the only ones she had ever known and loved. She started walking toward the central cooking fire. About half way there she saw something no child should ever witness.
She sank to her knees by the body of her father. As tears rolled down her dirt stained face, she let out a pain filled scream.
"Papa!"
She placed her head on her father's chest and cried. As her tears were letting up, she heard foot steps behind her and a rough male voice.
"Well, what have we here?" Asked a big, muscled, Mexican looking pirate. The man had a pistil aimed at her head, so she didn't try to fight, although under normal circumstances she could have easily taken both men out in under a minute.
"Looks like a li'l gypsy whore to me, Javier." Said a scrawny, pasty white man.
"Na, Blaine, she's too little to be a good whore. Though she would make a good slave."
"What do you want?" Akiva asked as she stood up. Javier slapped her across her face.
"Quite, wench."
"Let's take her the captain, Barbossa will know what to do."
Present
Four years. That's how long she had been a prisoner of Barbossa. For four year he had beaten her and treated her as a slave. Today would be no different. She still hurt from the numerous cuts and bruises he had given her. In the tavern last night he had hit her with his belt, sword, and a stick. Her back felt like it was on fire. She knew that Javier would be down to see her soon. See, ever since she turned fifteen and her body fully matured, Javier had taken an unwanted interest in her. Every time the caption beat her as badly as he had the night before, Javier came down to see, because her both she and Javier knew that the caption would not want nor miss her 'company.' She could hear him descending the steps to her "room." It was actually just one of the brigs three cells, with a very old straw mat in the corner accompanied by an equally old blanket. Once every two days the caption would have her dive into the ocean naked for all the crew to watch. That was the only bath she got. Twice a day she was fed a meal of stale bread, bad soup or what ever the cook made and water. Now Javier was standing outside her cell and unlocking the door.
"Well, hello wench. Feeling any better?"
"No, now leave."
In about two seconds he flew through the door and had her pinned to the floor.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing."
Slowly Javier leaned down to kiss her, but just as his lips were about to touch hers, the ship rocked like it was hit be a small, fast moving wave, of course it had been hit by a wave, one that originated in Port Royal. He jerked away as if he had been shocked. He looked at her strangely and uttered two words.
"The gold."
A/N So what did you think? This is my first fan fic. Ever so please review, be terrible honest and tell me if I should continue. Thank you.
Rose
Disclaimers: I own Akiva, her mother, father, and any other ppl that were not in the movie. The Mouse owns everything else. I am not now nor will I make money off this, so don't sue me.
Rating: make it R to be safe, but I really have no clue.
Did I miss anything? If I did, tell me. On with the story.
{ } - indicates mind talking. / / - means personal thoughts.
~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~
November 19, 1681 Black Pearl, Brig
Pain. That's all there was. It surrounded her. It was swallowing her. It was killing her. Then, slowly the pain subsided. Conscience thought retuned to her. She opened her eyes and saw.wood? Then she remembered, everything.
October 12, 1664 Port Royal, Caribbean Somewhere in a forest, Gypsy camp tent
A young woman is half lying, half sitting on a bed, holding a new born baby girl. The baby had dark red hair and shining green eyes.
"'Hush now my baby, be still love, don't cry.' What shall I name you?"
"I think you should call her Akiva, it is a proper Gypsy name."
The young mother, Sasha, looks at her husband.
"You know mother will kill you if she finds you in here."
"I know, but I wanted to see my wife and daughter." He states in an 'I couldn't care less what your mother wants' tone.
"Avery." She says in a very warning way.
"What? A man has every right to see his family."
"Honestly Av, what shall we name her?"
"I think.." He tickles the baby under the chin and takes her in his arms, "we shall call you," the baby is now fast asleep in her father's arms, "Akiva Miral Hunt."
The father turns to his wife.
"What do you think, my beautiful wife?"
"OK, honey, I understand that Akiva is your mother's name, and seeing as how she is now with the Blessed, her name comes first. Also, Miral is my mother's name, and I thank you for including it, but where did the 'Hunt' come from?"
"Well, I am a hunter, so there for, that is her last name."
"But why does she need THREE names?"
"Because, well, the British tend to accept Gypsy's more if they have a more common name, and I want her to have as easy a life as possible."
"She is not British, she is a GYPSY and she will be raised as such!"
"Sasha, love, calm down, it is not good for you to get upset."
"I know, I am sorry, perhaps you should take Akiva and show her to her grandsires. I think I would like to rest."
"Of course love, rest well, I will be back soon."
For twelve years Akiva traveled through Europe and Asia with her mother, father and Gypsy Clan. At the age of three her father started teaching her how to use swords, knives, bows and arrows and almost every other weapon every invented. He also taught her how to fight hand to hand. She had the agility, balance, and grace of a cat and moved faster then any normal human should. She was about five foot one inch with dark red hair that fell to mid back and eyes the color of emeralds. She was small for her age, seeing as she only weighed about one hundred and ten pounds. She grew up happy and safe, not know the true danger of the world outside her family and clan. On the day of her thirteenth birthday she was in the wagon with her parents getting ready for bed.
"Akiva?"
"Yes mother?"
"Did you enjoy your day?"
"Yes, I did."
"Akiva, darling, do you understand the importance of this day." Her father said.
"Umm, no?"
"You must start acting like the young woman you are now."
"Yes father."
"Father?"
"Yes dear?"
"You and mummy will always be with me right?"
"Yes sweetie, we will always be with you."
"No matter what?"
"No matter what, now go to sleep dear."
"Yes daddy."
"I love you, dad."
"I love you to, Kiva."
That was the last time Akiva would see her father alive.
Present
Akiva slowly sat up, realizing that the wood she had seen while lying down was a wall. There was little light in the room she was in. As she looked around she noticed that the ground on which she was sitting was moving, as were the candle holders on the wall. She was in a cell on a boat.
/"Well this is just great. I go to sleep in a tavern guest room in Tortuga after being beaten to a bloody pulp by Barbossa and wake up on the Pearl. Just bloody GREAT!"/
As she was sitting against the wall, she started thinking about how she had gotten here and the last things her father had said to her. "We will always be with you, no matter what. I love you, Kiva."
October 13, 1677 Port Royal, Caribbean Edge of a secluded forest, near the beach, Gypsy camp
About three hours after her father said this, the camp was attacked be pirates looking to have some fun. Akiva awoke to the sound of gun fire and screaming.
"Mummy, what is that?"
There was no reply.
"Mummy?"
"Daddy?"
When she got no answer, she started to put on her dress and boots.
She climbed out of the wagon and started looking for her parents. All around her people were going crazy. She had no clue what was happening. She was walking toward the beach when a hand shot out from behind a bush, pulled her down and put a hand over her mouth.
"Akiva don't scream, it's me."
Akiva relaxed into her mother's arms.
"Mum, what is happening?"
"Hush, we are being attacked by pirates, you must be quite."
"What do they want?"
"I don't know, but you are young and pretty, if they see you they will take you. Now, please, be quite and still."
Her mother moved to get up.
"Where are you going?" Akiva cried.
"I am going to find your father."
"Hurry back, be careful."
"I will."
"I love you, Mummy."
"I love you too, Akiva Miral Hunt."
That was the only time Sasha had ever called her daughter be her full name, for she now that she would not see her again.
Akiva lay very still until the commotion died down. At about three in the morning she crawled out from under the bushes. As she stood up and looked around, she saw bodies everywhere. Before her feet were the people she had grown up with, the only ones she had ever known and loved. She started walking toward the central cooking fire. About half way there she saw something no child should ever witness.
She sank to her knees by the body of her father. As tears rolled down her dirt stained face, she let out a pain filled scream.
"Papa!"
She placed her head on her father's chest and cried. As her tears were letting up, she heard foot steps behind her and a rough male voice.
"Well, what have we here?" Asked a big, muscled, Mexican looking pirate. The man had a pistil aimed at her head, so she didn't try to fight, although under normal circumstances she could have easily taken both men out in under a minute.
"Looks like a li'l gypsy whore to me, Javier." Said a scrawny, pasty white man.
"Na, Blaine, she's too little to be a good whore. Though she would make a good slave."
"What do you want?" Akiva asked as she stood up. Javier slapped her across her face.
"Quite, wench."
"Let's take her the captain, Barbossa will know what to do."
Present
Four years. That's how long she had been a prisoner of Barbossa. For four year he had beaten her and treated her as a slave. Today would be no different. She still hurt from the numerous cuts and bruises he had given her. In the tavern last night he had hit her with his belt, sword, and a stick. Her back felt like it was on fire. She knew that Javier would be down to see her soon. See, ever since she turned fifteen and her body fully matured, Javier had taken an unwanted interest in her. Every time the caption beat her as badly as he had the night before, Javier came down to see, because her both she and Javier knew that the caption would not want nor miss her 'company.' She could hear him descending the steps to her "room." It was actually just one of the brigs three cells, with a very old straw mat in the corner accompanied by an equally old blanket. Once every two days the caption would have her dive into the ocean naked for all the crew to watch. That was the only bath she got. Twice a day she was fed a meal of stale bread, bad soup or what ever the cook made and water. Now Javier was standing outside her cell and unlocking the door.
"Well, hello wench. Feeling any better?"
"No, now leave."
In about two seconds he flew through the door and had her pinned to the floor.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing."
Slowly Javier leaned down to kiss her, but just as his lips were about to touch hers, the ship rocked like it was hit be a small, fast moving wave, of course it had been hit by a wave, one that originated in Port Royal. He jerked away as if he had been shocked. He looked at her strangely and uttered two words.
"The gold."
A/N So what did you think? This is my first fan fic. Ever so please review, be terrible honest and tell me if I should continue. Thank you.
Rose