Speaking of the Past

By Viggorus-0506

Disclaimer: I wouldn't be as broke as I am if I owned POTC now would I? And I wouldn't be writing on this site 'cause this would be POTC: 2.

Sorry to Jacked-up-on-Sparrow for writing your name wrong I was in a rush to write my notes.

She cried out in pain as the whip cracked over her back. The slaves and the white family were there as the whip cut deep scars and her back became bloodier. She noticed a young girl over to the side vomiting at all the blood shed. She fell to her knees with a piercing scream. Her back arched as another deep cut was made across her already pained skin.

He could hear the screams from the helm. "AnaMaria." He ran down the steps and to their cabin bursting through the door. He raced to the side of the bed where she was tossing and turning, screaming and crying. Once again he took her by the shoulders and shook her forcefully. "AnaMaria! You've got t' wake up. Ana!" He yelled but her screams drowned him out.

The whip cracked on her back with an extra force. The cut was deeper than all of the previous ones. But the last one, it was a hell for anyone to have to feel. She cried out loudly, again. Louder than she ever had in her life. She wanted to die. But her back would have to be one big ass open sore for that and unfortunately they were only long open cuts and plenty of untouched brown skin. She panted heavily as she sat there on her knees, her chained arms stretching the skin of her back as they hung there loosely in the air. She knew that the way she positioned herself on the ground was making the pain worse but she didn't have the strength to stand up, too much struggling had happened that day.

"Where we headed cap'n?" AnaMaria asked tying one of the ropes.

"Port Royal," he said. It wasn't like he was lying to her. They were headed to Port Royal which just so happened to be on the way to Georgia.

"How long?"

"Two sunrises."

"An' may I ask Cap'n, wha's th' reason fer goin' t' Port Royal?" she said occasionally looking up from the ropes to glance at him.

"Don't worry luv. We'll be back t' raidin', pillagin' and plunderin' very soon," the pirate said with a smirk.

"That makes me feel much better Jack."

"Land ho!" One of the crew members of the Pearl shouted.

"Ay! All ye scallywags 'ave two sunrises to pillage and plunder all ye want. But we be leavin' on the secon' sunrise wit' or wit' out ye. Ye 'ave safe harbor thanks t' Elizabeth and Will Turner. An' I ask o' ye, just don't do anythin' stupid. Leave that up t' the Turner boy an' his lass," Jack said sounding as though he was a bit tipsy but then again most of the time he was, wasn't he?

"Aye!" the crew shouted simultaneously. They then made their way to get ready for the day, getting together swag and arming themselves with daggers and pistols. Not that they would need them, at least they hoped they wouldn't but they figured that Jack Sparrow always made his way into a mess.

Jack and AnaMaria made their way to off the ship together behind the rest of the crew. She held his hand just barely, walking behind him as they made their way through the port town. Soon they made their way to the Turner's house. It was a beautifully elaborate house, but this was only from the outside. It was probably much more so when you walked in. They were about to knock on the door when the door swung open to show a very surprised Elizabeth.

"Jack! AnaMaria! It's so good to see you! What are you doing here?" she asked with a grin in-between embracing both of them in hugs.

"Jes' wantin' t' observe th' live o' normal people 'fore goin' back to our ole' barbarian ways," Jack said planting a grin on his own face.

"Come in. I'll go get Will from upstairs." She quickly went up the stairs to retrieve her husband. In the meanwhile Jack and AnaMaria went exploring around the house marveling at the expensive pieces. They didn't get far though before Will and Elizabeth descended down the steps.

"Jack!" Will said running, not too fast, down the steps excitedly. He embraced Jack in a loose hug before making his way to AnaMaria. "AnaMaria!" He said kissing her cheek and then stepping back towards his wife. "So what brings the two of you here?"

"Well lad, just here to take a break from our barbarian ways and visit some civilized folks," Jack said.

"Ana, would you like to join me I was on my way to the market?" Elizabeth enquired.

"Sure," Ana said following Elizabeth out the door.

"God! I was hoping they'd leave."

"Why were you so anxious for them to leave?"

"Where d' ye think AnaMaria is from?"

"I thought she was from Jamaica," Will said with a confused look on his face. Jack stared at him for a moment as though he was stupid.

"Well that's probable too, but I thought she was from Cuba. She's from the bloody mainlan'. Georgia! She was a slave an'," Will cut him off before he could finish the rest of the tale.

"But I thought she was a free woman."

"You also though she was from Jamaica which she's not. But she is a free woman now. So can I finish with the bloody story?!" With a timid nod from Will the captain proceeded with his story. "Not only was she a slave but she has a 9 or 10 year old son."

"But she's only 25 isn't she? She would have had him when she was 15," Will said shocked.

"Correct lad, care t' tell me anythin' else I already know?!" Jack threw his arms up in the air and gave Will an angered glare. "She was raped an' beatin' an' I found out only 2 stars ago!"

"Stars?" How stupid was this boy?

"Nights, dammit!"

If anyone in the world was daft, it would have to be Will.

A/N: I didn't know how to continue this conversation and end it different from it is so I left it that way.