Disclaimer:: Okay as much as I hate to admit this but I own nothing..oh wait I own Mara! Yay for

me! But anyways..the rest is sadly not mine, so please don't sue me I'm a poor collage student.


Also sorry about the format,,I'm new to this internet story posting thing.




Dear Diary, July,16, 1800



I have been sitting in this jail cell for three weeks. My oh so kind cousin the Commodore

Norrington was nice enough to give me this parchment to write on to keep me busy. I could have

managed without I suppose but I would much rather be out on the ocean in my ship with my

crew. Unfortunately that would NOT be an option considering it took Cousin Norrington a

great deal of effort to capture me in the first place.


My name would be Mara, nothing elaborate, simply just Mara. You must be curious to

know why my cousin Norrington was chasing to begin with and how I was caught. The answer

to the first question is simple and yet complicated at the same time. I am a pirate, captain of my

very own ship in fact, the Dragon Star. That is one of the reasons Norrington had been chasing

me, the other is something far less easier to understand. We are in fact blood relatives, cousins

if you will. When I was very young, maybe 6 or 7, my real parents died. Of reasons I no longer

remember. George and Anna Norringtion, my aunt and uncle took me into there home as a favor

to my departed parents. Their son Andrew was not very fond of me. Being a girl and several

years his minor the scales were not in my favor. I also never took to the finer skills becoming of

a lady. I would much rather ride horses or play with my uncles vast collection of weaponry. I

guess the turning point was when I found out I was better then Andrew, or he found out I was

better then him. He was relentless in his taunts, and was always trying to beat me at something.

Even a small victory at a game of chess was a great thing for him. I am not a very competitive

person, and in general do not care compete. So it is very easy to understand that living like this

was almost unbearable.


At the age of 16 I left home and became a pirate. It is hardly worth putting all of the

trials and hardships I went through to get where I am for there are to many to count. I have

been laughed at, beaten, rejected, ridiculed for being a women, and much more. All that is left

to say is that I have earned the respect of my crew, I am equal to ANY man in swordsmanship if

not better, and I am no fool when it comes to sailing or pirating.


To answer the second question, I was betrayed. Plain and simple. I had hired a new

member of the crew, but little did I know he was an agent of the Navy hired by my brother. To

put it simply, he gave away our location of berth and we were ambushed. So here I sit now in a

jail cell in Port Royal, my crew all hung and my ship destroyed. I await my sentence with little

enthusiasm.







Mara picked up and looked at what she had just written being careful not to smudge the

fresh ink. After re reading it she felt satisfied with what she had done and carefully signed her

name to the bottom. Her first journal entry. Odd that she would start it at such a time as now, but it

was not like she had anything better to do. She wiped the rest of the ink on the quill on the corner

of her sleeve and put it aside. Just as she was finishing there came the sound of heavy footsteps on

the stairwell leading underground to the jail cells. Mara closed her eyes and hoped it was not who

she though it was. The sound grew louder as it came closer, then suddenly the noise stopped as it

reached her cell. She opened one eye and peered up.


It was Norrington that stood there sneering down at her. Quickly she opened both eyes and

stood up to challenge his gaze. It was no longer something she could do easily anymore. She had

been striped of everything, her crew, her ship, all of her weapons, and her dignity. They had even

gone as far to take all of her cloths and put her in a simple wight dress.



"What can I 'elp you with dear cousin of mine?" Mara plastered a more then obvious fake smile

over her face.



"Shut up. I have no time to deal with you. I have your sentencing here."



"Oh goodie! I can hardly wait." Mara said sarcasm dripping from every word.



"Your not going to be hung if that's what you think...the governor thought it more fitting a

punishment for your crew to be hung and YOU to be sold into slavery. Odd don't you think? I

would have hung you at sea if I could, but the governor has a soft spot for women."


Mara felt her stomach twist and knot inside her. It did not matter what happened to her...but

her crew? It was all she could do to keep herself from crying out in anger and tears. Norrington

must have sensed this because a wicked smile crept up upon his lips.



"By the way my DEAR cousin, you will be meeting your new owner this evening. I do hope you

like him because he will own ALL of you." With that Norrington turned on his heals and briskly

walked back to the stairs and up out of sight.


Once out of sight Mara stop holding her tears in and felt them spill out over her cheeks.

Nothing not anything that she had ever done warranted such an attack on her person. To be a slave

to another human being...and to have live with the fact that she was the reason her crew was dead.

Mara collapsed onto the dirty cell floor nearly knocking her ink over onto her first journal entry.

For the first time her life she felt as if her whole world had come crashing down on her and that

she could not for another moment live in such a world as this. She fell asleep like this curled up on

the floor sobbing.