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"Anna! ANNNNAA!" The little girl hear familiar voices shouting. She tried to respond to them but found she had no voice, the nasty tasting cloth was still in her mouth. She tried to reach up and grab it off, but found her wrists were also bound together. Her legs were starting to cramp, and she sound found out why. She was rolled up into a little ball, but her legs were underneath her instead of pulled to her stomach. She tried to move them to a more comfortable position, but found she was in a very closed in area. She had no room to move. Upon further investigation she found the material restricting her was wood. She guessed it was a box of some sort. She heard the voices fading, and in one last failed attempt to call to them she broke down in choked sobs.

"Shut up in there!" She heard a gruff male voice whisper to her harshly. She then felt a strong jolt on the side of her box, and a loud thump. It caused her to bang her head on the hard substance, but she held back a cry. Fighting very strong emotions for a five year old, she fell back into unconsciousness.

***10 years later***

"How's that floor comin' lass?" A man asked, walking into the room Ana was scrubbing.

"Same as it was last time you came in here. No use scrubbin' it, it's just gonna get dirty again, and I'm startin' to think some of these marks are permanent." She replied, gritting her teeth and half mumbling it to herself. The man looked half amused, half annoyed.

"I wouldn't be gettin' sassy lass. I'm quite sure you wouldn't want to be thrown off this here ship." He said, taunting her to reply. She looked up and rolled her eyes and the man. He just smiled that creepy little smile of his, showing more than a few rotten teeth.

"If you threw me over, who'd clean the floors?" She replied, she never could just let a comment like that go without a reply. He frowned.

"I'm sure there's lots more where you came from." He said, resisting the urge to slap the cocky creature before him. No, that wouldn't set well with the cap'an. Not at all. She sat thinking for a moment, her eyes glazing over.

***Flashback***

"Pirate daddy, Pirate!" A little brown haired girl giggled as a young man swung her around. He sat her down and smiled at her.

"Sorry honey. Silly me, can't ever remember right!" She giggled again and ran into the kitchen. She saw a woman baking something or the other, her hair tied back into a loose bun. She ran over and clung to her leg. The woman looked down and smiled at her.

***End Flashback***

They always ended like that. Abruptly I mean. Her eyes returned to normal and she saw the man had left. Good. She returned to scrubbing, planning her next escape attempt as she did so. She would admit the last few hadn't gone exactly as planned, and you only got a chance every once in a while, but she never lost hope. They would be docking at some town called Port Royal soon, a week or so, and she had every intention of giving the escape thing another try. This poor little harbor city didn't know what was coming their way. According to some of the other crew the last time they had been there was about 20 years ago. Enough time to let them recoup I guess. She always hated doing this to the innocent villagers, but what other choice did she have? She already had about 10 scars from previous "disagreements" with the captain. She returned to scrubbing, humming an old tune as she did so. She knew it from somewhere, she just had yet to figure out where. Everything in its own time I guess.

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Anna crawled into her little pile of random cloth items on the floor. She took one of the larger ones and rolled it into a rough ball for a pillow. After at least ten years on this God forsaken ship you'd think they'd give her a decent cot, or bed even. But no, she got a bundle of old dish rags and curtains. Really did wonders on a person's back, good thing she was young though, I guess. Not really an excuse for the captain to treat her like trash but if it made her feel better then let her think it. She rolled into her usual ball and drifted into sleep. The waves had a soothing affect on her, almost like a child in their mothers rocking arms. The sea was one of her only escape paths from this hell hole they called a ship. Rats, drunken men, filth, rotting food, cabin boy jobs, and rags for a bed pretty much summed up her life. Yep, hell hole.

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"Ummgrumph..." Elizabeth said in protest to Will's gentle shakes on her shoulder.

"Don't make me get mean Liz." Will said in mock threat. She just grunted and turned over onto her stomach in reply. Will walked out of the room.

"Good...." Elizabeth mumbled in her half conscious state.

*Screech screech screech...*

"AHH! Ok I'm up, I'm up!" Elizabeth said clumsily tumbling out of bed. Will stood smiling in the door way, a violin in hand. He stopped and put it under his arm, marching out triumphantly. Elizabeth got the rest of the way out of bed, untangling herself from the covers while she did so.

"That was the most horribly disturbing sound I've ever heard in my life." She mumbled to herself as she got ready for the day. She walked over to her dresser and looked around for her brush. Not finding it on top, she started opening drawers. Something in one of them made her stop suddenly. She lifted it out. She held in her hand an old, crinkled card. It was a birthday card obviously made by a young child. Birthday was spelled "Berthdae", it was done entirely in crown, and it had a stain from something or the other on the front. She smiled and held it to her chest, tears forming small pools under her eyes.

"Anna..."