A/N: I don't own PoTC, Disney does. Okay, is that good enough? Now then...This is the second fanfiction, to follow up Pirate's Last Breath. Please, read the other one before this one, and review if possible, I could use it. It takes place a year later; Abby is 22, soon to turn 23.

I was lying in bed, twisting the ring around my finger. I knew Jack hadn't made it himself, but I bet that if he had the talent, he would have built me my own castle. I rolled onto my stomach, and buried my head in my arms. There was a knock at the door, and it ruined my depressing moment. The knock was that type of knock that was bold, but timid as it carried on, kind of, slowly dying out into silence. I told you I was depressed. Only two people I knew could knock that way, and one of them was on the other side of the globe. At least, I hoped he was. I got up and crossed to small cabin that I had been given. I was at the door in a stride and a half.

I knew who it was before I opened the door. Ralf, Eric, Davie, and Nick had tracked me down, without telling my family, and were able to get passage onto the ship I was on. Most of them hadn't said much. They nodded their heads to me, none of us really needed words to know what would happen if they found out my name. Eric was at the door this time. His head was bent down, as if he didn't want to look me in the eye. He spoke for the first time, and I listened instead of just walking away. "I've always loved you, Abigail, but I should have never asked anything of you. I knew from the beginning that you would end up in love with some man like...him. I just didn't want to believe it. Will you have me as your friend once more?"

I grinned, "Eric, are you kidding me? Of course I will!" I hugged him, and Eric looked a bit brighter. But I still had that chill of distrust run up my back. The day's work began. I was working for a rich nobleman. Sailing with his trade from England to Boston in America. We would sail either for his work or pleasure. Normally, he never brought his family along, but on this trip he did. I enjoyed watching them chase each other about the ship. I would even play a few games with them every now or then, if their mother allowed me. But I had to say that the man I worked for sickened me. His wife was my age, possibly younger, and he was old enough to be her father. Recently, he walked by me often, and while looking my work over, his piggy little eyes scanned me.

This man had four children, and one on the way. The servant girl he brought with him everywhere had three herself. He didn't have the same room as his wife, and she wasn't allowed to go on the deck without his say so. I felt bad for her. I brought her food to her room, and chatted with her a bit. She was always wondering where I had come from, and what places I had seen. She was dying to leave. One day, I asked her why she didn't just do so. She said her husband and my boss, Mr. Williams saved her father's life, and she was his repayment. She couldn't leave her children behind, and she normally was moving around so often that she had little time to even think.

We were sailing south. For business reasons. I never asked where we went; I just listened to what others said. But that day, I knew where we were going; I could smell it on the air. We were headed for Port Royal. I tried not to seem to upset that day. I swabbed the deck, and took care of the mess of ropes hanging from the mast. I was even able to go for a light swim while workers tarred the out side of the ship to make sure it was watertight. I stood near the bowsprit and let the wind comb through my hair. I knew I had made the right choice in leaving that night. I was truly happy. I started to fix my hair behind my head again. It had grown quite a bit, and now was curling down my back. I used a piece of twine to hold it out of my face, it worked, even if it was crude. I felt a hand rest on my shoulder, and turned, thinking it to be Ralf, Davie, Nick, or even Eric. Instead it was Mr. Williams.

"May I have a word with you in my Quarters, Ms. Roberts?" I had been going by the name of Susan Roberts for a while, and it seemed normal enough for me. Mr. Williams held out his arm to me, and I politely refused. Once I walked into his quarters, I at once got a deep feeling of regret for doing so. There were two glasses of wine on the table, and after shutting the door, Mr. Williams walked over to the table and poured drinks for two. I didn't take the glass he handed me. I proceeded to walk over to his desk, and sit in the chair facing his. Mr. Williams cleared his throat and sat on his bed. He patted the mattress next to him. I merely turned back, and looked past the chair he should be sitting in, and didn't say a thing. He sighed deeply, and then walked over. He sat at the corner of his cleaned desk, and drank deeply from his glass.

"Why don't you trust me, Abigail?" I jumped to attention. How could he know my name? Mr. Williams chuckled, and looked at me with sly eyes. "Yes, I know who you are, Ms. Bartholomew, and I know that if I pulled into the next port, there are a few soldiers that would love to get their hands on you, or one of your cousins. What about those friends of yours? Ms. Gillmire, and her children?" I stood, and slowly started to back towards the door. "I've done nothing illegal, unless you count running from my family against me." Mr. Williams shook his head, "You know so much, and yet so little. It's your family they want, and with holding information from the royal navy is considered treason. And I know just how to stop all that from happening." Mr. Williams leaded forward, but I was faster than him. I ran to the door, and before I even touched the handle, I knew that it was locked.

"Slow, aren't you, my dear. What's stopping me from taking you right now? Nothing, that's what. Now, be a good little girl, and there will be no need for me to take rash action against you." Mr. Williams quickly dashed at me, but I moved faster than him. I kicked down the door, and ran out on the deck, trying to get to the side before he could fire his gun. "I demand that you get back here, Ms. Roberts! That's an order, and you know what happens to those few who choose not to follow orders!" I did, they were tossed overboard, and said to be lost. Jezebel walked over, and saw the scene that had begun to play out before her. I took her and hugged her. I whispered in her ear, "Get off of this boat as soon as you can, deny that we are family." Then, I took the biggest breath I could manage, and jumped over the side of the ship.