A/N Last chapter! I decided i wouldnt carry on for mch longer, incase i suddenly stopped writing again and tehn i would feel mean. I'm getting closer to finishing my toher ones too, so its all good. anyway please review, enjoy...

"Anamaria did I or did I not just tell you to stay on the ship?" Anamaria pretend to think about the question before answering.

"Yeah you did, and I haven't done it. No one knows this place better then me Jack." Jack growled in frustration.

"Its too bigger risk for you. He could catch you, and then what would you do?"

"Escape again, I don't know. But without me you have no chance in hell of getting James." Jack sighed, knowing in his head she was right, but his heart didn't want her to get hurt.

"Fine, just be quiet and stay close to me." Ana smiled triumphantly, and she moved closer to Jack. Jack could feel the heat radiating of her body and it made him slightly uncomfortable, yet he didn't move away…

xxxxxx

Anamaria was right, Jack did need her help to get around the place. It was like a maze, and if they didn't want to get caught up in it, they needed someone that knew their way around well. There were probably about a dozen different lanes, leading to more lanes with more turnings, and on each were around 3 huts crammed full of slaves. In the smallest of huts there would be 6 but in the biggest there could be anything from 20-30, making living conditions very bad.

Without even having to be asked, Anamaria started down one of the lanes, the one with no huts on, before remembering she was supposed to stay behind Jack. His slow pace was beginning to drive Anamaria mad, and quite a few times she had to be pulled back. She was eager to get everything over and done with, but her captain was more interested in not getting caught.

It took them 20 minuets to get the house, whereas it would have only taken 5 if he had done what Anamaria had wanted. The house was the difficult part, not the lanes leading up to it. Coming in and out, were dozens of black and white people, the black mainly in chains with white laughing at their expense. It would seem Frank was having a party. That wasn't helpful.

"Is there a back way in?" Anamaria looked at him blankly then rolled her eyes.

"Of course there is. In normal circumstances he wouldn't let us slaves in through the front way would he! Come on. I'm taking lead now, otherwise you'll be dithering so much you'll be the one to get us caught." Jack opened his mouth to protest but shut it again as Ana sped away.

It didn't take long for her to find the entrance and realize since there was a party raging on, no one was around that way. Beckoning Jack in with her, he took a look around the place which held quite a few bad memories for Ana. Ana was still speeding along, and Jack close behind her. When Ana stopped suddenly, Jack fell into her. Realizing they may have caused a noise loud enough to let someone know their presence was their, they were both still for a few minuets, neither daring to move, say anything or even breath. Finally Jack spoke.

"What the hell are you doing? Stopping so suddenly."

"Shhh."

"Its ok I don't think they heard us now come-"

"Jack shut up. Don't you hear it?" Jack looked blankly at the woman stood in front of him.

"No…"

"I can hear him. He's crying. I don't think anyone's with him-" Ana was cut off by the sound of Franks voice.

"Will someone shut that kid up?" Anger grew in Ana's eyes, and Jack had to hold her back, to stop her from going up to that man and giving him a piece of her mind… that was before he killed her. When Ana calmed down, Jack still didn't let go of her for a few minuets, both stood in silence waiting for the 'opportune moment'. Finally Jack put his mouth next to Anamaria's ear and whispered "Now."

Both silently walked up the stairs looking behind them all the time as they went. Jack's hand was on the tip of his sword whereas Ana had snuck a dagger in under her trousers. (Jack didn't actually know about that though.)

Looking through into the room where her son was being kept, Ana was disgusted to see it was worse then the slave huts. All he had was a crib, no blanket and rags for clothes. Tears began to well in Ana's eyes, and a lump formed in her throat as she watched her son sit in the mouldy crib, looking son unhappy that it didn't break just Anamaria's heart but Jack's too.

Noticing that no one was around in the room, now the boy was quiet, she walked in. Jack stayed outside of the door, keeping watch in case anyone was to walk by. Unlikely but there was always a chance.

Seeing her son for what seemed to Anamaria like the first time made her both happy and sad. The conditions he was in, was worse then what she had been living in, and that wasn't what she had been expecting at all. The tiny lad was so thin all his bones were clear, and he was extreamly pale like he had never been outside before. Going to pick him up, she was surprised to see he flinced and tried to move away from her. He had hardly made a sound since she had got in there and that too worried her.

"Ana are you going to get a move on? We don't know how much time we have left." Ana looked at Jack and nodded. Then she picked up her son.

He still didn't make a noise, and she was grateful for that. Looking around for a blanket of somesort, she found a dirty old rag that was just big enough to cover his tiny frame, she put it over him. Trying desperately not too notice him shaking too much, she began to walk out of the room.

They had just made it to the back door when someone stopped them…

"Excuse me sir, but what are you doing?" Panic wrote itself across Anamaria's face, but Jack just grinned. While he had been keeping guard for Ana he had listened in to conversations from the party below and knew exactly what sort of bash this was.

"Jest bought my slave to join in the party, but we really must be goin' now. Savvy?" The young girl nodded and smiled, before a voice boomed.

"Holly? Holly where are you?"

"Sorry sir, I must be going." Anamaria regonised the voice, and the fear written in the girls eyes. She also saw the bump that was forming on the girl, and knew she was going through the same fate she once had. Wanting to help her, yet wanting to get away and save her son, they let her go back to Frank and started running.

The little boy Ana was carrying in her arms had become heavy from all the running, and she was sturuggling. Noticing this Jack held out his arms and took the boy. Now that they were out of the slave parts, the rag was thrown of and the sun blared down onto his skin for the first time in his young life. Scared of the sudden brightness, he turned and buried his head in Jacks shoulder. Smiling but not stopping, they continued to run.

After what seemed like eternity they reached the Pearl where straight away the anchor was lifted and they set sail away from that dreaded place. Finally safe, Anamaria followed Jack into his cabin, where she was handed her son and left alone with him…

xxx

3years later

James Thomas was now 4 years old and very happy. He had no memory of his life before and for that Anamaria was thankful, at least one of them didn't have keep re living through the pain.

Ana had moved onto land, a little town not far from Tortuga. It was a lot like Tortuga but with less rowdiness in the evenings, so it felt safer to bring up children. Not long after getting James back both Anamaria and Jack agreed that it would be best for him to be bought up in the most normal environment possible. Although it was sad for both of them, Jack had begun to enjoy the constant female company on his ship, and Anamaria well… she had just begun to enjoy being on a ship and the freedom the sea bought. But when having to choose between what was best for her son, and what would make her happiest, she didn't actually have to think about it. It was her son all the way.

Although it was quite a while until that decision was made. Just after her sons second birthday, they made the decision it would be best to live on land. When James had first been bought to the Pearl he was very weak and very behind developing. He caught almost every illness that could be caught aboard a ship and from the air, and was very ill the first few months, causing Anamaria to become ill from the worry and stress of it all. Jack was a pillar of strength for her during those times, so the crew weren't surprised when a relationship that was more then just friendship formed.

Jack was there to witness James's first steps, (which should have been taken before he even reached the age of one never mind two.) hear his first words, and generally see him fill out and colour gain in his cheeks. This bought him happiness not only because he had fallen in love with the little boy (in a fatherly sense.) but also because it bought so much joy to his mother, who he had also found himself loving.

Now it might seem strange that, when you've just found out they were in love, for Anamaria to leave. But that's where another part of the story fits in. Just after James reached the age of two, Anamaria realized that she was once again pregnant. She always knew she wanted a lot of children, right from when she was little. Only back then it didn't seem possible since she was a slave, and she didn't want to bring anyone else into that world. Now though, it seemed possible, but it was her that made the decision children shouldn't be bought up on ships, let alone pirate ships.

It was a decision Jack agreed with. He too didn't think children should be on a ship until at least the age of 10. By then they could fend for themselves if it got slightly dangerous and not need the constant attention a young child would need.

So now, when Jack leaves to go travelling and being a general pirate, Anamaria stays at home and looks after their children. By now they already have 2, plus James and another on the way…