Speaking of the Past by Taurus-Sparrow-0506 (formerly known as Viggorus-0506)

A/N: Okay I know I don't do this often but I'm gonna take this little bit of time to thank the following reviewers: Jacked-up-on-Sparrow LaVieSansAmour, kungfuchick, and captainme.

This is a notice about the two stories Broken and How You Remind Me: Yes I know I fucked up the lyrics. But I did not read them first! I copied and pasted from the internet and didn't give them as much as a second glance. So you can stop fucking harassing me about the lines of Broken- featuring Amy Lee. If anyone other than Padme17 and Fallen Angel review about them damned lyrics I will stick my foot up your ass.

Fallen Angel: You must not have read the lyrics correctly or something because the only part I have wrong is 'You've gone away you don't feel me here anymore." You are wrong because I only have '… steal my pain away.' once and it's not 'Not know it serves me well.' (Where ever the hell you got that from.) It's written exactly like it should be.

Thank you! Hope you enjoy this chapter of Speaking of the Past.

Jack watched as Port Layland came into view. Anamaria was still in the cabin sleep along with most of the crew who were in their respectable sleeping quarters. He finally came up with an escape plan. They would find a horse drawn wagon and make their way to the plantation, go through all of the huts looking for the boy when they found him they would take him back to the wagon and finally to the ship. Yes, the plan was daft but what else was he going to do? Just walk up to the house and demand that the man give her back the boy. Well that definitely wouldn't work and he'd be a fool to try it. If his plan didn't work as expected, you know hound dogs, nosey slaves, the boy incorporating, other slaves following, that sort of stuff, they were in some deep shit.

'Bloody last place in the world I would ever want to go is where I'm headin'.'

He swore he would never go onto a slave plantation because of the things he had seen. 10 years ago he was in Africa, at the time he had been the captain of the Black Pearl.

He watched hidden in the shadows as the white men tore the Africans from their homes. They took away anyone and everyone, men, women and children. He saw them beat them ripping the flesh of their backs and chests as they screamed and protested. They were shoved into cages treated as if they were the animals they shred the habitat with. He was sick to his stomach seeing all the blood.

This was horrible. Slavery was horrible and the images floated through his mind back to the three days he had to watch as the Africans were taken. They last place he would want to go and the last place he could imagine Anamaria living. A bloody plantation. Well she sure had balls, seeing as she slapped every white man on the ship, of course him included. He was surprised she didn't have more than those 18 lashes on her back, being as defiant as the woman was.

Jack sighed, wondering how Anamaria could suffer so much and not even tell him. Didn't he have a right to know? He would've liked to think so, but it really was her business alone, right? But they were…what was the word to describe them? Lovers? Mates? Whatever the hell they were they should be close enough to be able to tell each other secrets like having been raped and in slavery oh and how could he forget having a ten year old son that's still back at the plantation.

He hated this. Too much thinking like this was making his thoughts a bit wary. One minute he loved her, the next he was sorry for her and then the next he despised her. It was making the both of them confused. The captain looked back into the sky. It was becoming blue, meaning time to wake the crew. As if on cue Gibbs made his way up to the deck, saluting the captain.

"Mornin' Captain."

"Mornin' Mister Gibbs. I'd appreciate it if ye told th' crew g'mornin' too."

"Aye, will do sir," the old pirate said with a nod of his head. Jack could hear his shouts as he made it down to the quarters.

"All of ye, up!" They were very close to their destination now and he could see the port filled with fisherman and sailors already.

"Hoist the sails, pull the ropes." yelled Jack. "Land ho," he said to himself.

Anamaria came from her cabin dressed in her usual dirty white shirt, brown pants, sash and boots. She looked in the direction the ship was headed, recognizing the land already. Georgia. The dark-skinned pirate ran up to the captain throwing her arms around his neck in an exclamation of happiness.

"Thank you Jack. I didn't think you would bring me here. Thank you," she muffled the words into his neck.

"For you luv," he said brushing the hair on her head. She suddenly pulled back to look at his face before slapping him roughly on the cheek. "What was that for?"

"For you," she said cutting her eyes at him before stomping off to prepare the ship to make berth. He placed a hand on his cheek taking in a deep breath, wondering if this would work out since she was supposedly mad at him. But he hoped that she wouldn't stay this way for long. They were here to get back her son Marcel back for her. That had to count for something.

"Bloody women."

A/N: Yes I know it was short and I'm sorry but I don't really have time to write more at the moment. Okay, it's more like I don't have the patience cause it's 1o'clock in the morning. But I promise that later today I will have another chapter up. (Or around this time tomorrow.)