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: Hello my pretties, well another chapter, this came to me in a dream last night lol. Sounds weird but it did! Next chapter will be a flashback point of view thingy, so stay tuned. Again thanks for positive response.

Very Happy today because I got my birthday present for my parents two months early, the brought me my very own car! Yay for me, I love them sooo much! Anyway story!

Thanks:

Kungfuchick: I feel sorry for Ana; I wanna hit her Dad with that scrubbing brush even if he is only fictional. Jack hmm, well that's a surprise! Here's your update!

Cal: As always grateful for your kind words, I do try my best to move you all. I feel for Ana, she should embrace who she is and be proud I say! Oh her father annoys me to death, Scrubbing brush will hit him on his ass sooner or later!

Planning to escape? Just wait and see it will a great one. I think I brought Lillian in cause we needed someone to be nice to Ana for once, Lillian has a huge part later on the story though. Also more about her mother and so-called "father's" connection will come later on.

They do call me the angst Queen in some circles, lol! Don't worry happiness is only a few chapters away. I get the hint, JACK will be in soon! trust me.

My britishness, I am a truly weird child trust me, I write fanfics but use American words, then use British sayings its psycho I know. Need to change bio soon! Anyway moving on! Ah my Head Bitch, don't worry scrubbing brush ready for next term at school!!! Hehehehe.

In reference to the dork statement and the notebook, never fear I have a zillion notebooks strewn all over my unclean room {paying the price for that now, having to clean up sob sob}. I have to have them everywhere just in case I have a moment of epiphany, like you do!

Lol, here's you update. Little longer, little confusing oh well.

Toodles

Enjoy

Her bruise had only just begun to fade, when another soon joined it. Her father was usually smarter than this when he hit her, he would hit her arms, legs. Where no one could see but lately he'd been slipping.

The sky was dark today, big black clouds hung in the sky threatening with huge tropical downpours. Her faithful scrubbing brush by her side, She struggled to carry the heavy bucket of water, it knocked against her bare legs.

She had been ordered to scrub out the outhouse, in which the female slaves were kept. They were all out, working so she would be on her own again. Lillian had left for school, along with the Cane children.

She had tied her hair into a ponytail and secured it with a piece of an old rag that she had found lying around. Bending down she began the backbreaking task.

She hadn't long taken the first scrub when she heard a soft cry. She ignored it putting it down to the wind.

She dropped it in the water, and brought the brush out again. She scrubbed hard on the tile floor. AnaMaria heard it again, a little cry. Pushing the scrubbing brush to one side she got up. The crying continued, still quiet. AnaMaria walked towards the edge of the room, in where there was a single table, with a rickety old chair. She bent down and looked underneath. Sure enough she saw a little girl crouched into a ball.

"Hi", AnaMaria greeted.

The little girl looked up, "Don't hur' me, I didn't mean ta!" She cried shrinking herself into an even smaller ball.

"Calm down, I won't hur' ye", AnaMaria said softly.

The little girl looked at her, the crying had subsided.

"Ye won't?"

"Of course not, why would I?"

The little girl reached out and touched AnaMaria's face, "Ye look like me".

It was then AnaMaria noticed the likeness, they same skin tone. The same hair colour, even the same eye colour.

"What's ye name?" AnaMaria wondered.

"Anabelle but my mama calls me Ana," the little girl answered.

"That's a pretty name, I'm AnaMaria. But ye can call me Ana if ye like", AnaMaria smiled.

"Two Ana's", the little smiled too.

"That's right, now why ain't ye out in the fields?"

"Mama says I too young to workin', I can't do it proper. So I get hit, mama don't want me to get hit ne'more", Anabelle told her.

And AnaMaria glanced and saw a bruise above the little girl's cheek beneath her eye, similar to Ana's own bruise.

"Well ye'd better stay hidden under that table, I got work to do. I'll fetch us some food later", AnaMaria told her.

Anabelle smiled, "Thank ye".

The sun had set hours ago but Ana was still working, many of the slaves were asleep. Her little companion from earlier had somehow disappeared from her hiding spot. AnaMaria thought nothing of it, Picking up the bucket and the brush she wandered back into the kitchens. To tidy away the mess in there.

She had just poured the water away when she heard hushed voices. Quietly she placed it down and pressed her ear to the door in attempt to hear better.

"Two hundred!" came her father's loud voice.

"Please Thomas, I have dogs that are worth more than that. Fifty", a second voice said sharply.

'Worth more than what?' Ana wondered, pressing her ear again to the door.

"Fifty? She can clean, cook", Her father rattled off.

"I don't want a cook, I have a perfectly good one thank you. I want a slave girl".

"Seventy five".

"Seventy Five? Why are you selling her. She deformed or something?"

She heard her father sigh, "She is something I wish to be rid of, now seventy five no lower".

"Fine seventy five, I will come to collect her the day after tomorrow. Have her ready", the voice commanded.

AnaMaria let out a gasp and slid away from the wall, so he really did hate her that much. He was going to sell her for seventy-five pounds.

Well she wasn't going to go, not without a fight.

Ok chapter three, let me know what you think!

thanks

QM01