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A/N: Okay, In this chapter you're gonna get a lot more of Kendra's back-story. This will ALMOST fully explain her. There'll be some new info, some old. On with the story! This is all told from Kendra's perspective. FYI: Kendra's 2 1/2 when her father dies and 3 when her mother remarries.
Flashbacks: beatings and running away
Mother and I were at home waiting for Father to return from his patrol. There was a knock at the door. A servant answered it. Soon after a very distraught Lieutenant Norrington greeted us, He was also on that patrol with Father. He told Mother something in a hushed voice and Mother began crying. She came over and hugged me. I asked her what was wrong and she told me. Father had died in a sea battle against a Spanish war ship. Father fought with honor and died in honor. Father had a proper funeral at sea. Father was a sailor as well as a Navy man, his request was to have a proper sailor's funeral once he died, whether it is from old age or in battle.
Six months after Father's death, Mother was engaged and married to my stepfather. I was young and naïve, I thought I was just getting a new daddy, a new house, new servants. Mother thought he was a good man, but in the first six months of their marriage, his true nature was revealed. He was an evil man. He would beat the servants, yell at them, he was constantly drunk, always drinking. I was shocked he didn't die of alcohol poisoning.
After six months his anger turned on Mother, she was six months pregnant at the time. Stepfather asked mother to do something and she said no, to have one of the servants do it. Stepfather was drunk, as usual, so in his drunken anger, he slapped Mother. Beat her down then kicked her in the stomach, killing their child. Mother had a miscarriage.
Stepfather blamed her for the miscarriage, and he hated me, began to beat me for no reason except I was another man's child. He continued to beat mother and I for 7 years. In those 7 years Mother and I learnt not to scream or cry while he beat us. Screaming and crying only made him angrier, and beat us more… and longer.
When I was ten Stepfather came home drunk, and started yelling at Mother about nothing. I knew he was beating her even though she didn't scream. I stayed in my room, until I heard a gun shot. I ran to the landing at the top of the stairs, just outside my bedroom door. Stepfather was standing in the foyer with a smoking gun in his hand over my mother's dead body, reloading it. He was going to kill me next. I ran to my room, put on a summer dress, and climbed out my balcony window down the side of the house. The minute my feet hit the ground I ran and never looked back. I was out of sight before he made it to my room.
(End Flashback)
"I ran out into town and hid. I was too scared to tell anyone. I knew telling the authorities would do no good because stepfather was a very successful man. He ran a merchant company. The law would never have punished him for his crime; he wouldn't even get a slap on the wrist. It would just be covered up and I would be forced to live with him…" Kendra cried silently in to Jack's shoulder. Jack just held her rocking her back and forth until they both fell asleep, leaning on each other…
Dun Dun Dun! Jack and Kendra fell asleep in the same bed! OOOOH! What's gonna happen? Tune in next time to find out!
It's really short but that's ok, I'm gonna make up for it with another long chapter!
As Always… Take What Ye Can… Give Nothin' Back!
Mrs. Capt. Jack Sparrows