Author's note: Hehe, nice little cliffhanger there huh?! Well, here's what you've been wondering, I still don't own POTC, but I do own Ana and all of the attitude that comes with her. Isn't that nice?

Ana led Will to a long table that filled the center of the ship's kitchen area. She motioned for him to sit down, which he did so heavily, it sounded like the bench would break. "Ah, your bottom is heavy like your heart," Ana said, trying anything to make him smile even slightly as she moved around the galley putting together a small supper for the brooding man sitting there. He did not crack a smile, not even the slightest glimmer of a grin, and Ana gave up the conversation for the time being. After setting a plate of sliced bread and butter in front of him, she made for the crates that looked as if they contained dried meats. 'They take mighty good care of themselves, the Navy, don't they,' she thought to herself. She took out a piece of cheesecloth and unwound it. Inside, there were four strips of thick dried beef. She carried these over to the table and put them on Will's bread plate. He hadn't touched a bit. "Eat up," she said in a commanding manner. He looked at the plate, then at Ana, then back at the plate, skeptically. "Oh, for heaven's sake, you saw me prepare everything. I'm not going to poison you," she said, hands on her hips. Will looked down and mumbled, "Drink." "Not with those manners!" Will looked up and said clearly, "Drink, please." "That's more like it," Ana nodded approvingly. She grabbed a tankard and filled with ale and set it on the table beside his plate, "There, now eat," and she sat down opposite him.

Reluctantly, Will picked up a slice of bread, ripped off a smaller chunk and popped it in his mouth. 'Well, that's a start,' thought Ana. Will nodded at her. He wanted to hear what she had to say. Now that it had come to it, Ana was unsure of where to begin. She reached across the table, picked up Will's tankard of ale, took a swig and then took a deep breath. She gently replaced the mug on the table before launching into her story,

"I, unlike you, always knew my father was a pirate. Your father and mine were in the same crew, under the same captain. We're in the same ship in more ways than one, you and I. Both your father and mine were good men. Jack was telling the truth when he said that..."
At that moment, Jack came down into the galley, "A word, lass." "When I'm done talking, Cap'n," Ana replied curtly. Jack looked at her intently, "I mean now, Ana." Ana slammed her hand down on the table and stood up, "Fine! What do you want?" "Come with me, I wish to speak to you alone," and with that, he went back up to the deck. "I wish to speak to you alone," Ana mimicked him. She shrugged her shoulders, looked at Will and said, "I'll be back. Eat something in the mean time."

Up on the deck, Jack had resumed his lazy position at the helm with his arms draped languidly. "And what's so important, Jack?" Ana demanded. Jack pulled himself upright and went to her, "Love, don't tell him anymore than you have to." "And how should I know how much that is?" she challenged. "You'll know," was the simple reply. "Will I?" she asked fiercely. "And what if I don't?" "You're a smart girl, Ana, you'll know. Tell him nothing of how his father died, nor of our intentions." "But Jack, I don't even know your intentions," she said in an exasperated voice. "You will," he said, glancing towards the area of the galley. "Jack," Ana said warningly, "If you tell Barbossa about Will in exchange for a ship, you are not the man I ever thought you to be." "I have no intention of telling Barbossa about bloody Will, alright?" Jack was getting frustrated. "Can I have your word on that?" Ana implored. "Yes, yes, you have my word, but I need your word that you will only tell him what you think he needs to know," Jack alleged. "You have my word, Jack. No more than what he needs to know at the moment," Ana gave Jack a quick hug and hurried back down to Will.

"I'm sorry about that, he really is so demanding," she said in a quick breath as she resumed her seat across the table from Will. Mid-chew, Will asked, "What'd he want?" Ana thought fast, "To tell me I would have to replenish any provisions the ship would need when we dock." She felt a pang of guilt at lying to him so blatantly but thought Jack would approve. Surely the conversation they had just held was not something he needed to know.

"What's your name?" Will asked abruptly. "Ana," was the automatic reply. "You said that wasn't your real name a while ago." "Ana isn't my birth name. It's just a common name. Like you going by Will." "Then what is your birth name?" Will inquired, looking at her with interest. "Gloriana," she replied stiffly. "Gloriana," he repeated, "That's pretty. How did you come to be named that?" Ana looked towards his tankard and noticed that half of the liquid was gone. She smiled inwardly, thinking, 'The boy can't take his ale!' "I was named for my father. His name was Gloriani, but everyone just called him Old Glory. He wasn't that old, but he was wise. He could figure things out faster when others couldn't. He and your father were good friends."
Will looked taken aback. With an unsure look on his face, he asked, "How?" "I told you they were in the same crew under the same captain." Ana hesitated before going on, 'I guess I can go on, I just don't have to tell the whole story.' "They were both part of Jack's crew. Jack was quite attached to them. More so than the other crew members. That caused some jealousy amongst them. When my father married my mother and set out on his own, with Jack's blessing, it caused a lot of bitterness amongst the remaining crew members," she paused to take a crust from Will's bread and popped it in her mouth.
"If your father left the crew to be with your mother...I don't understand where you're coming from," Will said. "You don't want to hear my story, Will Turner, you asked for your own, and that is what I want to tell you," Ana said placidly. "No, I asked, and I want to understand. It's not like we haven't got the time." "True," she said, and she stood up and took Will's mug to be refilled.
Sitting back down she passed the replenished ale to him and asked, "What is it you are curious about?" "You," was the simple Jack-like answer. "Which part of me?" "Who you are." Ana growled softly. "You aren't making this any easier." "Fine," Will said, sipping his drink, "Who your family is and how you came to be in Port Royal all on your own." Ana looked down quickly raising her eyes again to his. "You do want a tale, don't you? Certainly there is something else," she said, trying to sound lighthearted. He just looked at her. "Very well," she said, giving in.
"I told you my father was in Jack's crew. When he made it known that he intended to marry my mother, Jack gave him his blessing as well as a ship. That ship caused much turbulence in the remaining crew members, except for your father. It was a ship they had just attained and Jack bestowed it upon my mother and father as a wedding present so they could begin their lives the 'proper way' as he put it. That ship was everything. They changed the name of it to Old Glory after my father, it was truly his ship. And it became their home. My father was still in contact with Jack and they would often meet up at different ports accidentally, and he would also see your father with him. That was how I met him actually, when they chanced to meet at the same port. Both my father's and Jack's crews ended up attempting to sack the same port and I met your father during that raid, even though I saw him some times after. My father left the port to Jack's crew and went elsewhere. My father was loyal to Jack. He never quit the pirate life. When I was born, I was raised into it. I was taught everything about the running of a ship and the Code and how to get away with things. Life was so free. The ship wasn't home, the sea was. But home isn't always safe."
She paused, viewing the vivid memories replaying in her mind. "My parents had another child after me, Antony, my brother. I was four when he was born. He learned the same things that I did growing up. Years later, when I was eleven and he was seven, our ship was attacked. There were only a few of us on board, my family and a small crew that sailed with my father to keep the ship in proper order. We were overrun by pirates, the same pirates that had been so ill willed against my father receiving the ship. They killed everyone on board, except for my brother and I," she paused for a deep sigh before continuing.
"Everyone was rushing and fighting on deck, I took my brother and hid behind the steps that lead to the upper deck. My mother came running towards us, yelling for us to hide inside, and they shot her. The cold- blooded devils shot her down in front of my brother and I. My father saw what happened and rushed for her, he was shot dead too. The men just looked at Antony and I with cruel smiles and left us alone. They took very few things before leaving the ship. We managed to get the ship to Tortuga on our own, but I knew we couldn't keep sailing, just the two of us. So I took most of the money my parents had and paid for our ship to be kept in the shipyard on the outer portion of the bay. As far as I know it should still be there. Antony and I stayed in Tortuga for about a year before deciding it was not the safest place for us. I booked my brother a passage to a small port in Italy where he would become an apprentice, a black smith's apprentice as it were," she smiled half-heartedly at Will, "And I was to send myself to the newer settlements."
Suddenly, tears sprang to her eyes, "I was working in a tavern in Tortuga when word reached me of just how treacherous those pirates had become. I heard word of your father's death but what came to me even worse was the ransacking of a small port in Italy where none had been left alive, save a few women. They had killed my brother. Tales abounded about other deeds they had done. I left Tortuga with a heavy heart. I arrived in Port Royal after you did. I took my small savings and opened my shop in hopes I could return and get my father's ship back. I'm not a land person. When I lost my family, I was barely a person at all," the tears were streaming down her cheeks.
"You are a good man, Master Turner. You are just like your father. He was a good pirate, and a good man, it's true." Will looked at her thoughtfully, through the fog the ale had put him in. She turned away from him, wiping her eyes. "I know how it is to be attached to someone, Will," she said turning back and looking him earnestly in the face. "I know the feeling of being willing to go to the ends of the world for the ones you care about. You'll get her back, Will. You'll get her back. You may have lost your mother and father too, but I will do all I can to keep you from losing everything like I did." And with that, she stood up and ran from the galley.