Author's Note: Sorry mates, it's taken a while to get this chappie up and running, but I finally had some free time...don't worry there's still more to this background story about Christine. Let me know what ye think in the meantime though...read and enjoy! Thanks to all my faithful reviewers! It really helps me want to write more! Y'all are awesome!

Chapter 4

Christine watched her house fade away in the distance as the carriage went further away from it. She sighed, how could this be happening? And why? She stole a glance at Ana and wondered exactly what she was thinking. She knew her friend well and figured Ana would see this as an adventure while Christine just saw it as a problem and a big one at that With her father now ruined, there would be no more fancy parties, no more fancy dresses and most of no more handsome suitors. She sighed again and continued to watch the moving landscape.

Ana thought she saw Christine looking at her with a forlorn glance. Ana stole a look at Christine's governess sitting across from the girls. Ana knew she had never liked her and had always looked down upon her with disgust and all for the color of her skin. Ana realized that it wasn't fair, yet she had realized long ago that life never was. She could only hope that she could find some sort of freedom in the America's. Yes, while life wasn't fair, it was indeed an adventure, yet it was people like Christine who never fully realized that fact.

"I daresay Miss Christine, that this carriage has been going along for quite some time, don't you agree?"

"Yes Ma'am, I daresay it has. I do believe we should have arrived at the port long ago."

Ana scoffed at the way Christine and her Governess had to converse and it was only Christine, never was Ana allowed in her Governess's conversations, unless she allowed herself.

"Perhaps, they are taking a scenic route." Ana mused.

"Yes Ana, perhaps." Christine acknowledged her statement whereas her governess did not.

It was at this time that the carriage abruptly came to a halt, jolting the passengers out of their seats.

"I do believe that we have stopped." Said their Governess.

"And I do believe that ye are stating the obvious, Ma'am." Ana said.

She received a simple look in return.

It was then that they found out the reason that they had stopped as the carriage doors were flung open and two masked men holding pistols aimed directly at them.

"Get out!" They said gruffly.

Christine and her Governess were shaking badly, Ana wasn't. She could feel her temper rising. No, she was not going down without a fight.

"NO!" Ana yelled and lunged at the two men.

"Ha-ha, what a feisty little lass we 'ave here. The boss will enjoy this one." He then raised his gun and Ana blacked out.

When she awoke, she found herself in a small bedroom with Christine by her side.

"Oh, me head, it hurts." She murmured.

"Oh Ana we were so worried about you. I have no idea where we are, some sort of old house and we are locked in this room. How shall we ever get out?"

"Don't worry, Christine we will get out, we must. We have to be in the America's with your father of course by now we have probably missed the ship."

It was then that the door was opened by a man of about one and thirty.

"You!" Ana yelled. "Why are we here? You have no right to hold us, release us at once!"

"Ah, the feisty one has awakened. And how are ye my dear? I shall explain everything in time or I do believe that my father will explain everything. Just sit tight. Have a good night!" And he left locking the door behind him. Ana ran at the door, beating her fists against it while yelling, "LET US OUT, you damn bastard! Why the hell are we here?"

"Ana-Maria!" Christine said with reproach in her voice. "Ladies do not use that language even if we are talking to someone we don't entirely like."

"Of course, ye won't talk like that, ye are the lady. Well, what the hell am I? Yer little servant playmate who was tricked into that? And what do ye mean, 'we don't entirely like', that bastard has kidnaped us and probably expects to use us for his pleasurable purposes. Ye haven't seen the world as I have. Ye haven't seen it and all it's cruelties. The world in yer eyes is all good and whole, it is fancy parties and dresses and fancy talk. Ye may hide behind your lace and yer fancy china, but one day ye will have to face the real world and I bet my life on it that you won't be prepared to stand for it."

"Honestly Ana, get some sleep. You're very stressed out. My father will hear of this injustice and come rescue us. I daresay that you have such a vivid imagination." Christine then laid down upon the bed and tried to go to sleep.

"Your father is on his way to the Americas, how will he hear of this? Honestly Christine, you're so mistaken. Alright then, ignore me, but while ye are sleeping I'll be thinking of ways to escape. G'night."