Chapter 2–An old friend is found

The wind blew strong on Chrissy's face as she leaned out the window in her room above the tavern. She sighed because she knew in a few minutes she would have to go downstairs and serve all different kinds of men. Well, different in most ways, in many men were alike. She would have to listen to their whistles and remarks, yet she could not say anything about it. She had to endure it and she would do just that. Until...she could get away from this awful place that she knew in her heart she didn't belong. It was just temporary, she kept telling herself, she deserve better. Yes, well, temporary turned into a month, that month into years, 'till eventually she had become accustomed to her way of life.

And then she started having those dreams. Not every night, maybe once or twice a week. She stood there as her best friend took her by the shoulders and said, "we'll make it Chrissy. We will escape just don't try to follow me if we get separated."

Oh why didn't she follow she didn't know. Maybe if she had they would both be living their dreams. Their dreams were the same, to one day own a ship and sail it wherever they wanted to go. That's why the wind felt so good on her face, she knew it was the sea calling her, but she could not answer it's call. Not yet, one day, but once again not today.

"Chrissy! Get your lazy arse in here! You got to get downstairs and start serving them sailors! Stop yer blasted daydreaming"

"Coming Mrs. Bloomington." Chrissy yelled back to her high-strung landlady and owner of the tavern.

Chrissy slowly walked down the stairs, Mrs. Bloomington always said she brought more money in when she was downstairs. Though she wasn't a whore, the men were allowed to look and touch somewhat. Mrs. Bloomington was waiting for the right man to come and offer a very large price for Chrissy, then she would become a whore. The other whores were down there too, trying to find any man who would pay them a decent price. Chrissy was the most beautiful, with dark brown hair flowing down her back, her beautiful blue eyes and her now tan skin, she seemed to be an exotic beauty.

She picked up her serving tray but her mind was not on her job that evening, her mind was on the sea.

"Hey! Watch where you're going, ye stupid whore!" A rough looking sailor shouted as Chrissy bumped into him.

"I'm terribly sorry sir," she replied as he walked away to get another drink at the bar.

I guess I should get my thoughts out of the clouds and back to where I don't belong, Chrissy thought as she pushed her way through the dank dirty tavern, doubting that she would ever see her dream come true.

Jack found that he was out of rum so he and Ana decided to go to one of the many taverns to get their much needed drinks. As Ana walked in, she was startled as a vision of her past was put before her eyes.

No, she thought, it can't be. I was told she died.

"Ana, luv, we can't just stand here. The rum isn't going to come to us." Jack gently reminded her.

"I'm sorry, Jack. It's just...I think I know her..." Ana told him and pointed in Chrissy's direction.

"Well, luv, if ye know her, don't hesitate to introduce us. I would like to get to know the strumpet better me-self."

"Jack! C'mon, let's get yer rum." Ana said with a slight edge to her voice.

Chrissy caught a glimpse of Ana as she walked in the doorway. She looks so familiar. Where 'ave I seen her before. Lost once again in her thoughts, a rough hand grabbed her arm and pulled her around.

"Now it's time we 'ad a little fun. What say you to that, me dearie?"

Chrissy looked into the face of the man she had bumped into earlier and felt fear grip her heart.

"I'm sorry," she stammered, "I'm busy at the moment sir. I can't help you."

"Now, ye don't want to tell yer old friend that. Them are words I don't like to hear much. What I 'ave got planned won't take too long and then ye can get right back to work." Chrissy smelled the stench of too much rum on his breath and saw the look of a drunk in his eyes.

"Please sir...let go of me!" She pleaded.

During this whole time, Jack was rambling about something, but Ana paid her Captain no mind. Her thoughts were on Ben and his killer; she heard jack say something about that but then her attention was focused on the serving girl and the drunk man. She saw something in her eyes that she hadn't seen for years. It wasn't just fear, it was something mixed with the fear...

Flashback

"Please sir! Let me go!" The young beauty begged as the old man grabbed her arm.

"Let my friend go! You will not touch her! You shall not harm her!" The other young girl of 13 said. Though both were the same age, she was tougher than her friend.

"Alright then!" The man shouted as he dragged them both back to their rooms, "You'll be hearing from me later."

The door slammed and one of the girls began to cry. "Why did we have to get lost? No one shall ever find us here. Not with my father gone to the Americas and my mother dead. It's just you and me and our old Governess who is Lord knows where."

"Don't ye dare start crying Christine! We will find a way out, we will fight for our way out. Don't ye ever give up. Christine, I want ye to know that even though we aren't true blood sisters and I am of a darker shade and lower birth than you, you will never lack my friendship. I will always stand up for you..."

"Wait here Jack." Ana said.

"Ana, luv, where are you going?"

"To keep a promise." She grabbed the hilt of her sword and walked over to the girl and the drunk. "I believe she told you to let her go."

"And who might ye be?" The man sneered, "You think you can make me let her go?"

Ana unsheathed her sword and held it to the man's face. "I will use this to cut you open if you don't release my friend. I am a pirate sir and I have had plenty of experience. Would you like me to practice on you to increase my skill?"

"Uh...no miss, that won't be necessary." The man replied and released his grip on Chrissy.

A very puzzled Jack rushed over to his first mate and said, "Would ye care to explain what that was about, Ana?"

"Later Jack. Christine, are ye alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine, thank you" Chrissy said to her unknown rescuer, but wait no one had called her Christine in so long, it couldn't be, it just couldn't be..."Ana-Maria? How in God's name? Oh, I thought you died long ago!"

"No, I'm very much alive..though I searched everywhere for you and had been told that you were killed."

"And I'm very thankful that she is very much alive", Jack interrupted. "Captain Jack Sparrow at your service m'lady." Jack then took Chrissy's hand in his and made a very dramatic bow.

"And you are Ana's captain?"

"Aye luv."

"Yes well, Jack and I were just heading back to the ship. I'll see you in the morning Christine. Come along Jack."

"But luv we weren't entirely and properly introduced."

"Ye don't need to be right now. I have a question I need to ask you."

"Alright...Ana are ye alright?"

"I'm not sure Jack...I'm really not sure, I need to think."