A/N: I don't own PoTC already!

I was shocked, and I couldn't move. She looked just like my mother. She put out her hand to me, but I was so shocked I didn't take it. Unless you have forgotten, I'm the second oldest in my house. But the baby my grandparents took from my mother was now starring right at me. She looked to be around 50. I got up on my own, trying to balance on one foot. I was about to fall backwards, but Jack caught me. I didn't even mind now. My eyes wouldn't leave hers. She turned to leave, but I grabbed her arm. "How dare yo-" I yelled at the sound of her voice. Her voice was just like Mary's. I tried to speak, but Jack had heard the tales, he knew everything. "Aren't you two related?" I had forgotten her name over the past few years. "W-what's your name?" Her sharp eyes were like mine, like father's.

"Janet Gillmire, who wants's to know?" I took a deep breath. I used the first name that came to mind; the one that would make her want to see mother. "My n-name is Abigail Gillmire, daughter of Whitney Gillmire, granddaughter of Martha and the late Sargent Gillmire." Janet looked at me, her eyes not believing a word of it. "My mother died giving birth to me. You cannot be who you say you are." Suddenly, a group of children appeared by her side. There was a girl, around 12, two boys, that looked only a year apart, and in the girl's arms, there was a baby. I begged her with my eyes, "Please. At least come with me. My mother lost a baby girl, long ago. The baby was taken from her. She is dying. Please, come and see her at least. We'll take you out of this hell hole, and...and you just might learn something."

The young girl handed the baby to one of her brothers, and came at me. I didn't want to hurt her, and my cutlass was back on the beach. She drew a knife, and I heard the familiar cocking of a gun behind me. She froze, and Janet screamed. But instead of Jack pointing the gun at her, I felt the cold tip of a pistol touch me gently at my temple. "Abe, what did I tell you about showing your family honor? Now tell the truth, or I'll get you so drunk, you might regret what you do in the future." I elbowed Jack in the ribs, and picked up the gun he dropped. "Just a second." All of them, especially Jack, watched me in awe as I walked to the beach, at the waters edge I began to spin around. I went faster and faster, before finally letting go. The gun few out into the water. I ignored the pain in my ankle, and ran when Jack started cursing after me. I got to my cutlass just in time, and we got ready for another fight.

Janet looked on with mild interest. Her daughter looked at me like I was some sort of freak. I hadn't practiced in a while, and I was a bit rusty. My ankle was about to fall off, and I knew it would cause me to lose at some point. I got Jack's sword to fly out of his hand, but sadly, somehow mine went along with it. I reached for the knife in my boot, and with a pang of terrible reality, I remembered that Jack hadn't given me my knife. I don't even remember if I had it with me on the Pearl. Jack tackled me, and pinned me down. He started to grin wildly when he finally looked to see that he was sitting, no me, I was unarmed, and injured. I could have killed him. He held the knife to my neck and whispered into my ear, "Give up?" His breath blew gently in my ear, and goose bumps dotted my arms. "Get the hell off me, Sparrow!" He only laughed and shook his head. But then my grin widened at the sight of William's sword at Jack's neck, "Yes Jack, get the hell off of her."

Jack did as William told him to do. I quickly got up, and looked over to where Janet was no longer standing. I ran to the street and saw her; I was about to yell out her name, when someone called to me. "Is that you, Abby Bartholomew?" I turned to see the woman I knew to be Davie's wife, a baby balancing on her knee. She waved me over, her face bright. She yelled to someone over her shoulder, and Davie came into view. Then Davie yelled to someone. And I ran before I saw their whole face. Jason called after me, and I never felt my feet move faster then they did at that moment. I ran right into Janet, making her almost drop her baby. "You! What do you what?" She saw the look of fear on my face, and she looked behind her to see Jason running at me. I snatched the baby from her arms, and passed it to her daughter, then pushed Janet at Jason. I was off down the street again, trying to dodge different people. I ran around to the alley, and hid there. My heart was thumping in my chest, and my breathing was uneasy. It was a dark alleyway, so I didn't dare go any further down into it.

There was a great deal of shouting down the street, and I poked my head out to see a mess of baskets, and people who I had knocked over while running. Then, a hand covered my mouth and I was pulled back into the alleyway. I couldn't scream, I barely had time to think. My cutlass was pulled away from me and tossed onto the ground a few feet away. Two hands held my shoulders to the brick wall and then the strong smell of rum was breathed into my face. I was about to yell for help, but a sharp point poked me in the stomach. "Now lass, yeh don't wan ta be makin such a fuss, now do yeh?" I felt someone's hips press to mine, and I tried to kick them away. The point moved to my neck, and made a small pinprick of a cut. There was more than one person in on this.

I found a foreign tongue in my mouth, and couldn't control my stomach I puked up the rum from earlier. There was a disgusted snarl, and I found myself being tugged along by my hair. "I wouldn't do that, gentlemen. This woman is a guest in my household, now scram." Fear tensed in their muscles, and I found my hair being let go. I crawled away, trying to get a hold of my emotions. "Just `avin a bit of fun, Jezebel." Then the sound of at least four pairs of running feet filled the alleyway, and a small light came into my view from the very back. It was Janet's daughter. "Now, you tell me who you really are, and I might just let you live." My cutlass was gripped in her hand. "I want to know everything. Who you REALLY are, where you're from, how old you are, your family, if you're married or have kids, everything." I rolled my eyes, and tried to get up, but I couldn't. My ankle finally refused to hold my weight. "Everything would take years for her to tell." We both turned to the front of the alley, where a good portion of my cousins and my brother stood. They weren't smiling.