Have you ever been invisible? When you are surrounded by a countless people, but you are not noticed by one single soul? It's as though your invisible, you feel invisible, you seem invisible by the people around you, you are invisible. It would be very unpleasant to live your whole life with that one feeling, wouldn't it? Feeling invisible is my life story, well, so far. I'm ignored from about everyone I come in contact with. My mother, sister, uncle, and anyone who just happens to pass me in public seem to ignore me with a passion. Some people, or most maybe, might think I have nothing to complain about, atleast I'm not the center of attention or looked down upon. But when you know of someone whom you wish knew who you were, you really wish that yourself was more known.

Well, let me introduce you to myself. My name is Hannah Marie Wilson, I'm 19 years old, and as I've mentioned invisible. I have dark red hair, with a hint of brown in it, my hair is mostly straight, but it gets wavy at the bottom, and its usually up, off my neck, and tied up in a bun. I also have ice blue eyes, that when I'm mad, they turn a dark, ocean blue. I have a mother, a sister, and an uncle, my father died when I was about 14 years old. My younger sister, Leah, who is about 16 years old, gets so much attention, she is almost as well-known as Elizabeth Swann. She has sparkling, blonde hair, that has a few hints of brown in it. She has bright green eyes, which sometimes turn ice blue like mine. She is known around town for her angel-like features, at one time, the admiral even courted her, but then he left mysteriously. All of this had happened about a month and a half ago. And my mother, she is money and treasure hungry. I'm serious, she is almost as rich as the govener. She had the red hair, from whom I got mine, and the green eyes, where my sister got her green eyes. She gave Leah most of her attention and money. I got very little, she just seemed to ignore me...I should be grateful for what I do have I guess, atleast I'm not abused or anything, I just wish I was more noticed. I wish I wasn't invisible.

Oh, wait, I forgot to mention one small thing, My mom, Leah, and I, are all immortal, yeah, you know, as in can't die, get sick, or anything. Sounds great, eh? Well, it's not all it's known to be, for one, you can get sick, you just can't die from sickness. But, you can't be stabbed and be hurt or anything. Having my mother be money, and treasure hungry, got me this advantage. It was rather unpleasant not to tell anyone, but who was I to tell? It really wouldn't be smart to tell anyone though, I mean, you would be thought to have been a pirate, then you would have been hanged. But I always thought it would be a dream to be a pirate, and have such grand adventures waiting around every corner. Oh, wait, your probably wondering how I got to be immortal? Oh, just the Fountain of Youth, yeah, you know the Fountain of Youth? The one 'impossible' to find? Well, my mother found it. We all got a sip of the water, and boom, immortal. Well, not really, just like that, but I really don't feel like explaining it all.

So where am I now? Right now I'm on my mothers ship, at the bow of the ship, staring off into space. "Atleast I'm not stuck in Port Royal..." I thought to myself, still wishing I could be somewhere else. The one thing I like about my life had to be that I got to go out on the sea. I loved the sea, absolutely loved it, just the sound of the waves crashing violently against the side of the ship put me at ease, and made me feel like I was in another life, where I wasnt invisible.

The ship I am on, The Silver Voyager, is headed back to Port Royal, sadly. I really don't want to go back, but I'll live, I guess. "Are you packed yet?" I heard footsteps walking up behind me, and heard my sister's voice. She never liked going out to sea, she would always rather stay in Port Royal. "Yes, I am packed." I replied simply, "Good, because we should be back in Port Royal very soon." She replied, walking off again. On the horizon I could vaguely see Port Royal, "Soon I will be back on that little island.." I thought sadly.

A little while later, I was back in Port Royal. I looked at all different ships that were in the harber, I had seen all but one of those ships many times. I looked at the ship, trying to think of where I had seen it before. I looked around, making sure I was invisible this time, and walked over to the ship. "This would be my chance to get away from Port Royal..." I thought to myself, looking over the ship, since I knew it wasn't an East India Trading Company ship, or a Royal Navy ship, or something along those lines. "With me being invisible and all...No one would spot me..." I kept debating in my head whether or not to go on the ship, and be a stowaway. "If I stand here any longer, I might get caught..." I mumbled. I looked around once more, and noticed no one was even close to me, nor the ship. I tip-toed onto the ship, for once grateful for my invisibleness. I ran below deck, look for a spot to hide.I saw a lot of boxes in the corner, and decided to hide there.

I sat behind the boxes, trying to breath. There was very little space, or clean air here. "When the ship starts moving, there should be more of a breeze in here..." I thought to myself, hopeing whoever owned this ship would come soon. As if answering my hopes, I heard footsteps walking right above me. The footsteps faded, but then came back, heading down-stairs. I held my breath, really not wanting this person to find me, a stow-away. The person seemed to be looking around, the person next walked across the room where there were 5 more stacks of cargo boxes. He went behind them, and never came back to where I could see him. "Another Stow-away...hmmm" I thought to myself. I started to get tired, even though I knew it wasn't a good idea to fall asleep. Each time I blinked, my eyes would stay closed for a little bit longer.I slowly fell into a dreamless sleep.

When I awoke, I heard loud footsteps above me. It took me a few minutes to remember where I was, abd why I was there. I heard a muffled voice
"Young Mr. Turner and I are to go ashore."
''Mr.Turner? Like William Turner?" I thought to myself. I had sworn there was a William Turner in Port Royal. He was a blacksmith.
"Captain! What if the worst should happen?" I heard a different voice say,
"Keep to the code." I heard the first voice say.
''What kind of code?" I thought, thoroughly confused by this conversation.
"Aye, the code." I hjeard the second voice say, then I heard two people get off the boat.
There was some more sounds above my head, people walking around I assumed. I deicedd to fall back asleep, it seemed as thoguh the captain had left the ship, so there was no harm falling asleep.