Disclaimer: I own it all mwahahaha The Pearl, Jack, His hat, the dog. All right just kidding I own nowt! Nothing at all. Please don't sue, trust me you won't get much! :). I do however own any characters that do not appear in the movie, they are out of my twisted mind and that's where they will stay, I have the © on that!

Summary: Being a pirate is hard enough but when you're a woman and you're alone its even harder, this is her story………………

Author: Queen-Misfit-01

Rating: PG-13 (some violence and swearing).

A/N: Wow thanks guys for the positive response! Got the idea for this chapter during my early morning insomnia. God I hate not being able to sleep does my head in! Hope you like it, got an idea from Araeph's review for the next chapter.

Thanks:

Araeph: Hey thanks for the review, I do try hard on my grammar, and spelling but sometimes slip up! Lol like we all do. Realised my name mistake, thanks! Ana and Jack are definite soul mates, more to come on that later in the story! Hope this answers some of your questions to the household. There is again more on this in later chapters. Thanks for the mulatta/mulatto information, have spent most of today researching it in order to make this chapter as correct as possible. You'll have to wait to find out more about the rich girls and AnaMaria's connection.

Kungfuchick: God there are assess aren't they, based on many girls I know. What they need is a good slap in the face, lol. Thanks for the review and I hope you enjoy.

Cal: Hey wow, the review made me smile. I have never ever had such a long review of praise; I bow down and worship you :-). If you could give a list of your top ten, I'd love to read and review. I can't get enough of Ana/Jack fic. It was just something about her that caught my eye. The rapport she held with Jack you just knew they had something going before. YOU STOLE MY BOAT! classic!. New talent, blushes aw shucks! thanks! . I know bless our Ana, She shouldn't be envious of cruel people like Sarah Holland.

Swanned? kinda of a British thing yeah. My britishness tends to come out in full flare in my stories lol! I did go for the twist, glad you noticed. Her dad is an evil evil man believe me. I agree no one messes with ANA, she should have launch that brush straight between her pretty blue eyes, lol! The image of her running the sword through the cow, as you said made me laugh quite a bit. The head bitch! Sarah is based on a real life head bitch at my school, Aaaghr I hate them.

Ana is beautiful and special and believe me when I say someone will soon tell her.

Lol it was short, I hope this makes up for it. Glad I've been accepted!

ENJOY AND REVIEW

The first time she had heard the world her soul had trembled. She was not a product of love or even lust, But over ruling and empowerment.

She was an inconvenience to her father and a sacrifice to her mother.

'Mulatto' the word seemed to spin round her head regularly. Little whispers deep in her mind, telling her she was not blonde haired blue eyed and fair skinned. She was a mulatto. And there was nothing she could do about it. She heard much about these mulattoes that was fair enough to be white, and could pass as easily as a white person. She was not so lucky, she was quite dark.

Her father never ceased in telling her how much her loathed her, how she looked so much like her mother. How she was a curse.

Of course in the beginning not many knew she was his daughter, but the truth never did remain silent. Little by little people began to find out, laugh and jeer behind his back. He blamed her of course, if the wind was blowing in the wrong direction, if he woke up late it was AnaMaria's fault. She could please him no matter what.

Her father did not spend an awful lot of time with her, for which she was grateful. Any time spent in his company, she was ordered around and demeaned in front of anyone who would choose to watch.

It was times like this she remembered her mother's drastic escape, in which she would swear. One day she would follow.
The bruise on her cheek had not faded as she had hoped; it stood out like an ugly birthmark. She noticed how the other slaves on her father's plantation looked at her with pity, as if to say 'I've been there too'. As much as she was her father's daughter, she was never treated like it. Her father had many other children, most of them boys with the exception of a girl. This girl was Lillian.

"Oh Ana", She had gasped when she saw AnaMaria's cheek.

"Its nothin'", AnaMaria told her.

Lillian shook her head, "You poor thing, let me look at it".

"I can't, I mus' get on with my work", AnaMaria told her as she busied herself in the room.

"We're not all like him Ana".

"I know".

"Come sit with me, let me do your hair", Lillian beckoned.

"I can't! He'll be home soon. Yer know what he's like", AnaMaria told her, her voice loud.

"Hush now", Lillian had a broad southern accent, which AnaMaria was sure she inherited from their father, a true southerner. She beckoned her again, "Come sit".

AnaMaria dropped the faithful scrubbing brush and headed towards her half sister, sitting at the base of her feet. She listened attentively as Lillian plaited her hair and told her stories of vicious pirates that roamed the seas close to their home.

"I heard something today"; Lillian stopped the plaiting and looked at AnaMaria.

"What?"

"He's going to sell some slaves".

Lillian was confused that didn't concern her, she wasn't a slave. But she wanted to see where Ana was going.

"He could sell me too, he's always saying how much he hates me. And wishes I was dead, maybe he'll sell me too".

AnaMaria had heard about other mulattoes like herself who had less demeaning work than the black slaves, but she had twice the work. Her father's punishment for her even being born, bringing shame on him.

"He won't sell you, I won't let him!" Lillian said her voice loud.

AnaMaria looked at her, her brown eyes panicky.

"I mus' go, I can't stay. He'll come home, and catch me", She got up.

"Alright, I will come see you tomorrow".

"Good night".

And with that she hurried out of Lillian's room and quickly back to her own, thousands of thoughts running through her head.

She could not remember much about her mother, most of the time it was too painful to remember so she had blocked it out. She knew her mother was called Maria, She had been on a slave ship from Africa, and she had been brought at the slave market in Louisiana. Then transported to the plantations in Cuba.

She had one thing left of her mother, it was a small necklace. A simple one made out of beads that her mother had told a great many tales about. She kept it hidden beneath her dress, in fear that her father would see it and steal it. Taking the last piece of her mother away forever.

At first AnaMaria cursed her mother for leaving her, she hated her. For leaving her in this hellhole, at least when she was here they could cope together.

It must have been three days after her mother left, another young woman Louisa had tried to escape. But she had tried and failed, She hadn't planned it like AnaMaria's mother. She had just upped and ran. A mistake, Thomas Cane was no stupid man. He wouldn't have any of his slaves escape.

Louisa had been caught on the outskirts of the town, dragged back to the plantation by her feet. Then she had been beaten, and tied to a stake and burnt to death. Thomas had ordered all the slaves to watch, including AnaMaria. He made sure no one would ever run again, he made sure that his slaves knew the price of freedom.
Alrighty then Gimme a shout tell me what you thought, will update some time today!. Savvy?

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