Speaking of the Past

Rating: PG-13 for a bit o' language

Genre: Drama

Summary: Anamaria and Jack have a happy life together but Anamaria begins to have dreams about a little boy she used to know a ways back before she 'came part of the Pearl's crew.

A/N: This is my first "Pirates of the Caribbean" fic so flame all you want. (Just not too much) Hope you like it! Now on with the damned blasted story!

Daft, bloody pirate.She thought waking up to feel that Jack had left again. There he stood looking out the small porthole in that more, or less accentuated the small cabin. She pulled herself up so that she was leaning on her elbow, head in hand.

"What are ye' doin' up? Ye should be restin,'" Jack asked only taking his eyes away from the sea long enough to take a quick glance at Anamaria.

"So should you, you damned blasted pirate. And I was sleep, it just got a little cold wit' out ye," she said with an almost childlike grin on her face. Taking to her words he took a final moment to gaze at the sea before half-drunkenly walking over to the bed.

"Well, since ye be cold I'll gladly come in t' warm ye up," he said with an only Jack smile.

A young boy was chained outside to a tree. The sun was high, blazing heat. His chest heaved up and down slowly. But the tears came the lot faster. A shadow slowly made its way toward the boy. He got scared. He knew what was coming next. The beating. A horrible bloody one at that.

The slave owner came to him with almost a smirk on his face. He was tall and had curly brown hair. Brown eyes and tanned skin. He was considerably young to own slaves. Undoubtedly his parents or just father had recently died, left the plantation to him.

The boy squeezed his eyes terribly tight as the whip cracked over his back becoming bloodier and bloodier with each stroke.

"No! No! Don't beat him! Please don't Mister Gavin! I promise he'll be good." Anamaria screamed these words, tossing and turning wildly on the bed.

"Ana. Wake up. It's a nightmare. Anamaria!" Jack said taking her by the shoulders and shaking her. She woke with a jolt instinctively grabbing the dagger she held at the side of the bed.

"It's just me luv." She dropped the dagger and fell into Jack's arms.

"Jack! It was terrible! They beat him. He cried so much. I shouldn't have left him. It's all my fault," she cried.

"Who's this he ye be talkin' 'bout, ay?" He asked as she pulled away from his embrace. Tears lined her face.

"I'm sorry I never told ye Jack but I was 'fraid t' do it."

"What the bloody 'ell are ye talkin' 'bout?"

"I have a son Jack."

Yes I am reposting to what point and purpose I don't know yet. Wait I got it. I was going through the chapters to see if I had made them say I love you and I found dozens of mistakes so I decided to correct them and repost the whole damned story.

So that was the first chap to my first JA fic. I actually think its pretty good. Its probably not as good as other people fics but I'm a first timer to POTC. I need a bit o' reviews before I'll update.