Title:"Growing up Pirate."
Author: villegirl17 aka Brittley
Summary: How Anamaria and Jack Sparrow met according to her.
Pairing/Rating: Sparramaria aka Anamaria and Jack/PG
Disclaimer: I wish I own them, but I don't!
Hi, ma name is Anamaria Severes which is originally a Spanish surname but I'm anything but a Spaniard, and ma pirate name is "Luck"; well that's what Jack calls me sometimes. Whose Jack you may ask and I'll tell you that when we'll get to him soon. For now I think I should explain who I am and where I come from.
I grew up in a smal port known to the grand old world as Port Fontaine where I first meant Jack, but my parents meant far before that. Ma father was an honest sailor until he was about twenty and three and he got hurt one day sailing. That injury was to be the cause of ma fate in the future as he soon moved to Tortuga because of the lack of employment. Ma father quickly picked up work being a pirate there and he was known as the best pick pocket. He had so happened one day to come up to a stand to sell the stolen goods he had one day in Port Fontaine which was some ways south of Tortuga. However, the usual merchant a man I am told went by the name of Sammy was not available seeing as he was finally caught up by the law. Instead he was to find my mother there.
She had been asleep with her boots propped up against the stand and her hat pulled low to block out the sun. Her dark, brown hair was tied back from her face which the hat obsured and her dark skin the color of coffee beans. Although she clearly was resting or on break, ma father was not the type of man to be put off ya see. In fact, he had the nerve to wake her from her slumber by tipping her boots until they fell to the ground with a clunk making her start in the seat she had been napping it.
After some heated words, I'm sure, she let him trade in his goods and go his way but from that day on, the two were like the best of friends and eventually they had me. Of course, I was not their only child nor their oldest. Before me are a set of twin boys both four years ma senior. Their names are Matthius and Nicholas after ma father and her father. Matthius was ma best friend growing up and Nicholas ma favorite confidant. They never treated me like the stupid little sibling or a girl. To them, I was an equal just because I was thier sister and that might have been where all my spunk came from.
I guess I should make a note here that school was not a required thing at Port Fontaine, let alone for anyone with copper skin. Therefore, ma father was whealthy enough to get a tutor for the boys and whatever they learned, they passed on to me. Now I might not ever been to a real school but I was far from thick in anyway. That, and I was downright ruthless in the best of the fights amongst anyone else boy or girl.
When I was about six and a half, my mother had passed away due to a mysterious illness that we called on the island "consumption". I remember the day she died so well because all I wanted to do was cry in her arms but the doctors and ma father told me she couldn't be in the same room with us lest we get sick like her too. I was never known at Port Fontaine to cry after that day. No, I didn't cry for anything and the terrible day left me with more anger than I would know what to do with.
Our first real ship that ma father could save up for we named the Beautiful Rita in honor of ma mother and I was told when I was older it would be mine. After that, ma father made it clear that while he and the boys were out pirating I was to run a stand for goods trading much like ma mother. I begged and pleading to go too but he just said I was too young and it wasn't safe. I had been 15 then, and this is where Jack comes in.
I was 15 and Jack was 18 but to me not only was he just another pirate, but he quickly became the very pirate to seal ma fate in the art of piracy. I remember the day he came looking for ma father. I was just sitting up the items I was willing to trade for a little extra cash and the meager stuff that I would sell to the first person who came by when I hear someone talking to me.
"Hey luv do you know where I can find a Matthius Severes??"
I had turned around thinking he meant ma brother but clearly dismissing the idea and knowing he meant ma father when I got a good luck at him. He looked clever and yet dirty and ruthless. It shocked me to see that he must have been either American or European due to his accent and yet his tanned skin made him almost as dark as my other brother Nicholas.
"Aye if I do, what is it in it for me sailor??"
I said using ma best face to scowl at him. I knew he was a pirate like ma father just by his trinkets and long dreads. No respectable sailor with a reputation to keep at some navy, or other sea army, would wear their hair like that, let alone be so dirty. I automatically liked him as a person. He was just so strange to me.
"You wouldn't happen to be his daughter Anamaria would you?? Aye you are!! I can see his eyes in yours, and I've heard alot about you on the high seas luv."
I must have looked like an idiot wanting to believe I had a ruthless name on the sea, but so far the worse thing I've ever done was sneak out onto the beach at night. I immediately realized that he was pulling ma leg, and I growled rolling ma eyes and sitting down. I was actually mad that he would make fun of my dream of being a pirate one day. After all, I said I was only 15 at the time so what did I know about the profession really except the stories I heard.
"You're daft pirate and you'll get nothing from me that easily."
"No need I see him coming now. Have a good day Anamaria."
He said smiling and tilting his hat to my direction before he saunterd over to the nearing ships. I could see the Beautiful Rita appraoching and left ma stand too. I only wanted to know more about how that pirate knew ma father. I touched ma hidden dagger not really being good at using it, but I would stop at nothing if that crazy pirate tried anything funny.
"One wrong move pirate and yer dead!" I whispered before moving from the stand to stand someways behind him where he wouldn't see me watching.