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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: 'Ello me 'earties!, A pleasant evening to you all. Well a long chapter, with juicy juicy writing in. Hope you enjoy!. Read, Review.

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Cal: Oh my gawd!!!, Every time I read your review I just sit and laugh for about ten minutes straight, getting weird looks from my lil' kitty cat. You are GREAT, I love your long reviews. You rip the story to shreads, and compliment it all the way.

Not sweet sixteen, Sweet Seventeen we Brits can drive until then. Unfair I know!, its cool. I wrote this chapter sat in my car, in the garage. I do not care how sad it sounds :( .

Biggest crybaby me too, I went to see Shrek 2 the other day and cried when the spell wears off and Donkey becomes normal again, I cry at anything!!!.

More painful, indeed like sharp things too. Bottles, bricks, knives etc.

Clever use of the word Swann, indeed he will not only in lives but hearts. British saying are indeed the best, but I love the Americans, they are so friendly. And everything is sooo huge over there!!. About your serial killers, I know I read loads of books like those on holiday and of course there's Law and Order and CSI. Its really creepy. But I don't think we will see the last of him. I know the bucket and stuff, our poor Ana. I would never scrub out toilets. My room is bad enough, Lillian is white, as the rest of the Cane Children to answer your questions. Apparently most Mulattoes were treated better than blacks and did have some form of education but not for our Ana. The two Ana's now that shall remain a mystery into who Anabelle is exactley for you to work out yourself

I know how dare they sell Ana, its not fair!!!. The pirate is soon too rise and when she does it will not be pretty.

Psyco dragon luver: Hey thanks for the review, the two ana's is a mystery that will soon be revealed. Read on!.

Kungfuchik:Everyone needs a trusty scrubbing brush, especially our Ana!. Outrage indeed, We should raise a gang and kick his butt together. I know I talk to mine too, but very quietly. Lol. Enjoy.

Viggourus-0506:Hey thanks for your review. Of course it will be J/A. I know how you feel, I thought she played a great part. It was excellent , She drew me in. You Stole MY BOAT. Lol. Enjoy!!.

She took of the beads and fingered them gently in her hands, She'd talk to them sometimes. Pretend they were her mother; She could spend hours talking in a hushed voice to these beads.

"I miss ye".

Ana sighed, she looked at the deep orange bead. Her favourite, "Do ye miss me? where you are?. I sometimes wonder if you've forgotten me. I don't blame ye if you do".

"I have to leave soon, maybe I'll join ye", AnaMaria's voice was quiet. Her eyes cast at the beads, then towards the door in case of interruptions.

She heard footsteps outside the door, in the hallway. Shoving the beads back round her neck she made sure that her dress hide the necklace.

The door opened and Lillian hurried in, She shut the door behind her. Grabbing her sister in a hug, she greeted her warmly.

"You shouldn't be here", Ana told her.

Lillian shook her head, "I'll be ok for a few minutes, I had to come and see you".

She grabbed Ana's hands, "I have the best news, I am to be wed!" A smile spread across Lillian's voice. A shocked look spread across Ana's.

"Wed? but ye not ol' enough!", Ana said loudly.

Lillian sat down, dragging Ana with her. She placed her hands in her lap.

"His name is Marcus Redford, he's from London! He's nineteen", Lillian said happily.

"And this is what ye want?" AnaMaria wondered.

"I want to be happy, and I think I could be happy with him. The wedding isn't for a few months, say you'll come", Lillian asked.

"I can't, I too have news".

Lillian looked at her, "Yes?"

AnaMaria took a deep breath, "I leave tomorrow at midnight".

"Leave? I'm a little confused".

"He's going to sell me, sell me for seventy five pounds. So I'm….", She began.

"SELL?", Lillian cried outraged.

AnaMaria tried to calm her down, she didn't need and outburst. She had to pretend to her father that she never knew about the sale.

"Lillian would ye calm down".

"Calm down? I'm going to kill him!. How dare he, you are his daughter!" Lillian voice rose.

AnaMaria hushed her, "Lillian look at me, I am leaving tomorrow night. You must'n do anything about this".

Lillian's eyes brimmed with tears, "Ana don't leave, and you can't leave. We'd never see each other again".

AnaMaria nodded, "I know we wouldn't, but it's a risk we have to take".

"Wait here, I need to get you something. I will come straight back", Lillian said as she rushed from the room.

And she did come straight back carrying a small purse, She handed it to Ana.

"Keep it safe, there is a little bit of money. There is my locket, its just so you will never forget me", Lillian gave a little smile.

"I can't take this, its too much", Ana told her.

Lillian looked at her, "You have to take it Ana, I'm going to miss you so much", She grabbed her into a hug.

"I'm gonna miss ye too, Please think about ye marriage carefully", AnaMaria advised.

"Be safe, promise me that".

"I promise", Ana told her softly.

"I can come with you!" Lillian babbled.

Ana shook her head, "No ye can't. I came in this world alone, and I'm gonna leave alone".

She made her way into the outhouse the next morning; AnaMaria passed a group of women.

"Do ye know where Anabelle is?" Ana asked, wanting to check up on the little girl.

"Anabelle?"

"Yeah she's about six, black hair, looks like me?" Ana wondered.

The women shook her head, "Ain't no little girls round here Miss, We only got older 'uns. Fourteen, Fifteen", a woman answered.

"Right, thank ye", She walked off, confused. If there weren't any little girls then who was Anabelle, She had been there. AnaMaria knew that. She was as large as life, not a mind trick.

"Miss Ana!", a voice cried.

She turned to see the maid of the children's section of the house, Helena running towards her.

"Helena, What's wrong?"

The maid grabbed her arm, and dragged her to a safe place.

"If you leave, you must leave tonight".

"Helena?"

The maid gripped her arm tighter, "Listen to me, you must leave tonight. The master, he's going to come and get you after your work tomorrow, I heard him".

"Are ye certain?"

"Yes Miss!"

"Thank ye Helena, I will never forget your kindness. I must go", AnaMaria gave her a hug.

"If ye wait until the master is out at the tavern, it will be safer then to go. I will light the lamp at the front porch to let you know when its safe", Helena told her.

"Thank ye, I would leave before he sees us. Thank ye again", Ana told her.

Helena shook her head, "Your just like your mother, strong. Get out Miss Ana and never come back!"

Her hands shook as she placed the small items into the little satchel, Lillian had given her. She placed the bread further in, so it wouldn't be ruined. She placed a few dresses, and shirts in.

AnaMaria took one last look at the tiny room; she'd called home for most of her life.

She had seen the light from her window, Goodbyes already said to Helena and Lillian. She knew that it was now or never.

Silently she crept down the stairs, went through the back of the house. And out the slave entrance. Her heart pounding, She took a deep breath and ran quickly across the grass until she reached the back of the plantations.

Once she had reached the plantations, she got down on her hands and knees; most of the plants were tall enough for her to crawl through without being noticed. She didn't want to risk it by standing up and running.

She could feel the dirt rub into her skin, and the weeds scratch her legs but she didn't care. She had to do it.

AnaMaria knew that after the plantation she had a 6-foot fence to climb, and then she had a short run through some woodland until she reached the beach.

She knew once she reached the beach she would hide and wait, until she found a suitably large ship. She would then sneak on below and wait.

After what seemed like a lifetime she finally reached the large fence. Making sure the satchel was secure. AnaMaria grabbed a hold and swung a leg over. She looked behind her; she could see the outline of the hell she had left behind. She would never go back, never.

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