Cap'n Keira Sparrow: Thanks! Your like one of those people at the road races on the sidelines, the ones that hand the runners water and cheer them on. lol : P

emeraldmedallion: Yeah, it is kind of sad. Poor Anna, she's just a sad character to write.

Orlandolover32: Thanks! And yeah the birthday card part was sad, kind of hard to write to. A lot of emotion.

Vicki Turner: lol thanks. I hope to update at least every other day but one can't ever be positive!

_____________________________________________________________

"Wake up girl, we 'av company." The same man from this morning said, shaking Anna's shoulder hard. She sat up. Her back hurt something awful. She turned around and found the source to be something poking out of the cannon she had been leaning on during her sleep. Ouch. She rubbed her back and stood up.

"What kind of company? Shouldn't we be at Port Royal by now?" She asked, looking out the widow to find it was night. She turned back around. She hated falling asleep during the day and waking to find it was night. Throws off your internal clock.

"The Black Pearl kind of company. And we're 'bout 5 miles off from Port Royal. Those Black Pearl scalawags and there idiot of a captain Jack Sparrow....." Anna didn't hear the rest. Did he just say Jack Sparrow? THE Jack Sparrow. The Jack Sparrow she heard so much about as a child? Wow! And he was bombarding her ship! This could be that escape thing she was thinking of!

"Yes yes that's awful. Are they on deck now? On the ship?" She asked in a hurry, not wanting to waste a minute.

"Yes...." She didn't hear the rest of that either. She was already half way up the stairs, taking at least 3 at a time. The man just gave her a funny look and started to slowly walk up the stairs behind her.

Up on deck it was complete bedlam. Many clanks of many swords could be heard above the loud shouting going on between the two crews. Anna skillfully dodged the blows and reached for her sword. She pulled it quickly out of it's sheath and looked quickly for someone to fight. Finding a strange looking man who didn't look very familiar, hopefully meaning he was from the other ship, she thrust her sword at him, making sure not to actually hit him. He took the challenge and started to dance about with her, swords clanking.

"So your from the Pearl right." Anna asked the man. Thinking she was trying to distract him he just nodded.

"And your cap'n would like it if you brought back a hostage, right?" Once again he nodded. She smiled and hit his sword fiercely with hers. It went flying. She ran over to him and handed him hers, she turned around so her back was to him. She took his, or her, sword and put it up against her throat. He looked startled but played along.

"Just follow my lead, alright?" Anna commanded, taking a few steps back towards the plank that connected to two ships, forcing him to do the same. He nodded and did as she said. Anna was almost starting to wonder if he was mute.

"Just lead me back to your ship and put me in some cabin or another. Tell your cap'n I'm there and I'll do the rest, savvy?" He once again just nodded. A parrot flew over to his shoulder in the middle of all the mayhem. Anna was a little startled but kept walking backwards to the Pearl. A few men saw her leaving, but most were glad to get rid of her and said nothing. She rolled her eyes, bunch of ingrates. How many times had she scrubbed there floors, washed their nasty clothes, or cooked their meals? Not that she wanted to be rescued, that would ruin the escape thing, but the least they could look like they cared or something.

Not being able to see were she was going, for the fact that she was going backwards, Anna almost lost her footing a couple of times, but each time the man grabbed her arm and saved her from it. He finally turned her around in front of him and lead her that way. Needless to say that made going much easier. He lead her down a flight of stairs, arms pinned behind her back, and into a roomy cabin. Anna looked around, her pleasure evident. It had a window looking out over the vast ocean, a door leading to a bathroom with a small tub and sink, a chest at the foot of an actual BED. Anna was very pleased with the bed thing. She walked over to it and ran her hand along the simple cotton sheets on it. She turned around and fell backwards onto it. She sighed a contented sigh and sat up. The man was still standing at the doorway. Anna smiled at him like a child in a candy store would. He grinned at her pleasure and closed the door. She heard a lock being closed, but that wouldn't really be necessary to keep her in. She wouldn't leave for the world. She went over to the bathroom and checked out some cabinets above the sink. Towels, soap, and some wash cloths. She pulled out the soap and started to fill the tub.