Hey all! Thanks for taking your time in reading my first fan fiction! This is a Jack/OC story. It's rated R for language, the suicidal content, and for future adult scenes.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any way shape or form of POTC, except for my dvd, which is mine! I do, however, own the character Kora, and other characters i made up if i choose to make more!


Who really was it who said that everyone deserves a second chance? Ha, what a bunch of bullshit. I've given my father so many second chances to treat me well or I'd leave him alone to live his life until it ends. Alone, with no one else, to rot in his own home without his only living heir. His promised me time and time again that he'd never hit me anymore, never try to touch me out of spite. Yet this wasn't always this way.

I was 12 when it all happened on March 15th, 1738 in a little port called Port Vincent in the Caribbean. That was when my world came spiraling down to hell. That was the night when my mother gave birth to my baby brother. Neither of them survived. My father was completely heart broken, as was I. Right in front of my eyes I could see my father's heart, mind, and soul splitting in two. The following Saturday we had their service; that dreary day when they were buried, my father's life went down with them.

He then started drinking. Not just the leisurely drink every now and then, but drinking alcohol like an obsession. With his newly developed fixation, he lost his job at the local merchant shop. Since I was 12 and fairly developed physically, my father pressured me into working at a local pub, The Splintered Barrel, and to deceive the owner to think I was 16 to work there. When he came up with that idea, I refused. "I'm only 12, father, don't make me!" I pleaded. SMACK My first hit from him, with many more to follow…

Seven years have passed, with nearly 500 bruises, 12 broken ribs, and 15 scars in total. Within those 7 years I developed depression, paranoia, and self consciousness about my body. My father didn't help me with those conditions at all, of course. He'd mock me and torture me verbally, calling me names that were directed at my weight and figure. Sure, I wasn't skinny and disfigured as a board, quite the contrary actually. I was, and still am, a curvaceous young woman. Yet my body seemed to be something for my father to ridicule me about.

With the beatings and the mockery I've received from him, I've had it! Not only with him, but with the world. Somehow I had the image of my father set as every other man in the world, so I decided there wasn't anything to live for. Not even love. Suicide was my only option.

So I sought out plans of how I would commit suicide. Poison, knife, noose, and all other ways of killing myself swarmed into my thoughts. Finally, I came up with the perfect way to do it.

There was a ledge at the south end of Port Vincent that had an extreme vertical drop to the Caribbean alone; my instant death. No one would notice me jumping off, yet I didn't see anyone who would even care.

April 3rd, 1745 was the day I was to have died. I left a piece of parchment on the kitchen table for my father explaining that I could not handle the torment from him anymore. I then casually walked to the southern end of Port Vincent to the ledge and looked down into the desolate water below. One…two…three! I jumped, automatically closing my eyes and embracing myself for the deadly impact. Never did I know that I was being watched below me when I threw myself off the ridge of land…


Sorry that the chapter was so short, itwas more of like a prologue, ya know? I want to know if you all like the story so far so I know if I should continue it or not! So ya, please review! Constructive critisism is fine, but please no flamming!