A/N: Okay second chapter. Hope you enjoy it. R&R please.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean

New York 2012,

It was a hot summer's day in New York City. In the heart of the city fifteen year old Amelia Sparrow was in her bedroom in her apartment, picking out clothes for what she thought would be the greatest night of her life. Her bedroom was small colourful and squishy, but it felt like home to her.

Mia looked at herself in the mirror. It would be seven years next month since she was sent here with her mother, Anamaria from the 17th century. She was sent here because a pirate named Edward Hunt was hunting her down to kill her, which then forced her and her mother to travel here leaving behind her father, twin sister and family and friends and ultimately a pirates life. The only way her mother and her would be able to return was when her father killed Edward Hunt.

To say she changed over the years was an understatement. She was skinny, average height, had light, curly brown hair and chocolate brown eyes but she was paler now since she left the Caribbean. Of course she still had the gifts her father left her the night she left. She wore the band as a bracelet, the piece of eight in a necklace and the sapphire incrusted silver ring on her finger. She never took them off. Her personality also changed a great deal. She was more confident, had lots of friends, fair share of boyfriends, was more rebellious and was not afraid to get in trouble. Anamaria says she's like her father everyday.

Of course she misses her father, Bella, the crew, the sea and the Pearl but that life was all a distant memory that she didn't like to think about. She just accepted that this was her life in New York and she loved the 21st century. There was so much more freedom. She loved the music, movies, technology and the partying and food.

Her mother though hated it here. She was depressed. Every minute of the day all she thought and talked about was the 17th century. She paid no attention to my life or me. I basically have to fend for myself because she didn't bother to learn how to cook. She didn't even notice when I stopped calling her mom. It made me bitter because I couldn't make her happy. So I basically have the phone, TV and laptop up in my room. I just live up in my room or spend all my time out with my friends and she doesn't even notice.

A smash downstairs brought me out of my reverie. I ran down our stairs into the kitchen to see Anamaria picking up pieces of glass off the floor.

"Are you okay" I asked her. "Yeah" she replied. Things were very awkward between me and her at the moment. We were just fighting so much lately and I can't bear her at the moment. She noticed my clothes.

"Are you going somewhere?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm meeting Sophie for coffee" I replied. She nodded and I got out of there as fast as I could. It was a lovely summer's day in New York. Well more like a heat wave, it was 25 degrees out. I made my way to the subway and got on a train where I was going to meet my best Sophie for coffee. We were originally not supposed to meet but she called me on the phone in tears and wanted to meet. I got to the coffee shop and ordered two white coffees not even a minute later she came in covered in makeup probably trying to cover up her crying. I got up and hugged her.

"What's the big 911" I asked trying to lighten the mood, putting on more of a British accent to cheer her up. She loved England. She says she's going to move there when she grows up. I also have a twang of the British accent because in the 17th century the British Empire controlled most of the world so everybody mostly sounded British but my accent died down when I came to New York. Anamaria still had a very strong accent.

"My mom told me that my dad isn't my biological father, its apparently someone she had a one night stand with in California." She blurted out in one breath.

"You're kidding" I breathed out. "No, she told me and I just burst into tears and ran out." she replied. I just stared at her.

"Do you think I should find out about him" she asked. I just kept staring at her.

"I mean, don't you want to know who your dad is and find out more about him" she continued. I sucked in a breath. Family was a touchy subject for me. My cover story was that my mom had a boyfriend in the Caribbean and when she got pregnant on me, he didn't want anything to do with me, so Ana and I just travelled around for eight years till we settled here in New York. Sophie didn't know about Bella or my life in the past.

"No" I blurted out. "I mean David has been there your whole life. When you were born, first day of school and he is a great dad. This guy just conceived you; David is the one who has been through thick and thin with you." I told her.

She looked at me for a while, probably considering. When I was just at my last sip of coffee she finally spoke. "I suppose, it just hurts being lied to but I definitely want to find out more about him after my birthday" she said.

"And I'll be there every step of the way." I told her. "Thanks" she replied. We then changed the subject to the nightclub Bananarama. It was a teen's nightclub and we were all going there because it was Sophie's birthday. This was planned for months. It was going to be the greatest night of my life.

"I heard Harry is going and Kim told me that he was talking about how he gets nervous around you and when he's not around you, he wants to be" she told me excitedly.

I blushed and smiled a little in spite of myself. I've liked Harry for a couple of months now but we were really good friends and I didn't want to ruin that. But Sophie and Kim were always encouraging me telling me we would be a great couple. After another hour we both had to go home and get ready for Bananarama.

When I got home it was six. I had to leave for Bananarama at half seven. I jumped in the shower and scrubbed my hair with my Lavender shampoo and body wash. I then got out and dried myself and brushed my hair letting it dry naturally so my curls could come through. Harry said he loved my curls. I then looked for clothes to wear.

I ended up wearing a black tube top, denim short shorts and black Doc Martins. For makeup I put on black liquid eyeliner and foundation. For accessories I had my necklace with the piece of eight on it. I had gold Sparrow earrings, my band/bracelet and my fathers ring and lots of other ones on my fingers. I'm very into rings. It was twenty past seven when I decided to leave.

When I got downstairs Ana was on the couch staring into space probably thinking about the past. I was almost out the door when she asked "Where are you going?" I stopped dead in my tracks.

"Um Bananarama, for Sophie's birthday" I told her. "No, I don't want you going" she said. I frowned.

"And why not?" I asked.

"Because its dangerous and I have a feeling something's going to happen tonight." She said as she stared at me. I just stared back at her.

"That's so stupid" I spat at her.

"No its not I—"she started to say but I cut her off.

"I'm going" I told her. I started to go towards the door as I had my hand around the handle she threw a sword through the door locking it. I jumped back and then stared at her. I tried to get the sword out of the door but it wouldn't budge.

"If you go threw that door I won't hesitate to ground you" she said calmly.

With a ground of frustration I stomped up to my room and paced in anger for a while. I then decided that she's not going to ruin this night. I called Sophie and told her to wait behind the apartments. When she texted that she was there I put pillows underneath my bed, turned off the light and climbed out my window and went down the stairs outside. Sophie, Harry, John, Simon and Kim were waiting for me on the ground. When I got down they stared at me.

"What?" I asked. Kim was the first to recover.

"Nothing" she said.

"Well lets go" I said exasperated.

And with that we walked on. I was right; it was the best night of my life. The line was long when we got there. But when we got in it was amazing. We danced to Fun, Nicki Minaj, Rihanna, Avicii and Flo Rida. My legs were numb by the time it was over.

I was now walking with Harry alone. He offered to walk me home.

"So" he said as we stood in front of the back way of my apartment. I looked up to my apartment. The bathroom light was off. So that either meant she was out looking for me or asleep.

"Um do you, I don't know, wanna see a movie next week or something?" he asked as he scratched the back of his neck nervously.

"Like a date?" I prompted.

"Yeah if you want…" he started but I interrupted him "I'd love to"

"Great, well I'll call you?" he asked. I nodded. We went to hug but ended up kissing instead. It was a peck from me first but then he put his arms around my waist and I lightly put my hands on his arms. Our lips seemed to move in sync with each other he seemed to let me have control myself. It was a very comforting safe kiss. We then broke apart after a while.

"Bye" he said while blushing faintly. I just waved at him and watched him go around the corner.

I then started to walk up the stairs in a daydream. I didn't care if Ana found me I was so blissfully happy. I was at the fourth floor when I heard a seagull caw loudly at my ear. I got such a fright I fell on my knees. I looked around, nothing was there. That was weird it was right at my ear. I started to get up shakily when I got a huge whiff of sea air that almost sent me collapsing. I was up on my feet when I felt a tremor like someone was shaking the railing. It stopped for a second then started again really violently. I barley had time to cling onto the railings but that didn't help because the earth was shaking so violently that the railings broke, I didn't even get time to scream as I plummeted towards the ground.

A/N; Wow long chapter. Don't worry Jack will be in the next one. Please Review.