It was just coming up to two months since the death of Anamaria, and Jack was returning to land for the first time. Finally realizing he couldn't put it off any longer, after plundering almost every merchant ship since, and having not seen any recently they had finally run out of food, water and much worse… rum.

Amelia was very happy to be able to run on land once again. She had begun to cope better without her mother; daytimes were usually the best, and nights the worst. Seeing as she had begun to get used to having Cathy look after her during the day before Anamaria was killed, it wasn't so much as a change for her. But at night it had always been Ana that had put her to bed, and taken care of her after dark. It explained a lot of the little girl's pain.

"Daddy… daddy look" Millie frowned as her father ignored her cries for him. "DADDY!"

"What, for heavens sake Amelia I'm busy." Jack turned away from his daughter; back to the man he was trying the bargain supplies with. Milles bottom lip began to tremble, and her father was unaware as she began running into the town…

"What do you want from me Amber?" Ana didn't even have to turn around to know who was behind her. Since the night before her memories had almost completely returned to her. "I'm not going back to him, so if that's why you came, you can turn around and leave again."

"He has a boat." Ana turned around.

"What?"

"He has a small boat. You… you can take it… take it and get away from him and this place."

"And… how do you suggest I take this boat and who exactly with?"

"I have the keys, and I want to come with you. I can't stay here and… if me helping you get away can help me get away then surly…"

"Ok, ok. So long as you don't try anything funny, and this isn't a twisted scheme to get me to going back to that rat that calls himself your brother."

"Oh believe me Maria, it isn't."

"Call me Ana, not Maria."

xxxxxxx

When Jack next turned around his daughter was gone, and without realizing it no one with was her. Thinking that she was with either Cathy or Will he turned and headed towards his favourite tavern, hoping to drown out the pain he had been holding in for the last 2 months.

When he headed back to the pearl, all was dark and quiet, peering into Amelia's room it appeared she was in her bed, considering it hadn't been made and her pillows were in the shape of a curled up body, no doubt from a game she had been playing with herself that very morning. Thinking all was well, he headed back into his cabin and collapsed into a rum induced coma, one that wouldn't lift until mid way into the morning the next day.

Waking up with the brightness of the sun on his Jack put his hand to his head and groaned in pain. He had one hell of a hangover. Listening out for his daughter's giggles, he seemed pleased about the fact he couldn't hear anything, which meant to him that she had been taken out by Cathy. Closing his eyes again he succumbed to the darkness that surrounded him… and the next thing he knew someone was shaking him awake…

"How long do you think?" Amber had been asking Anamaria the same question over and over since they had left port that morning. Sighing Ana answered the question for the millionth time.

"Round about sunset, if not before. Now please stop asking me that damned question."

"Sorry." Silence overtook the two women once more, as they looked out into the horizon.

The sun was beginning to lower in the sky as Anamaria set eyes on Tortuga for the first time in what seemed like forever. A smile set across her face, and butterflies in her stomach. If she had come at the right time, she could be about to be reunited with her family, and if not… then she would wait.

When Jack next woke, the sun was no longer beating down into his room, and it was far cooler than before. Still there was silence around. Sighing Jack got out of bed, and after getting dressed looked outside to see what time it was. The sun was low in the sky suggesting it was getting near to 7 or 8 o'clock, and he still hadn't seen his daughter all day. Looking into her room, her bed had been made and he assumed she was still out with Cathy.

Jack returned to his cabin, only to be disturbed ten minuets later by a knock on the door.

"Come…" As a man entered, Jack narrowed his eyes… now why did he look so familiar?

"Hello Son."

"Son? Excuse me mate but I think yer mistaken."

"No."

"My fathers dead. Died about 3 years ago. I'm not yer son."

"Were you or were you not Jack Summers, before leaving your home town with a bunch of pirates, after finding your sister- Emily- dead, and your mother long gone?" suspicion stirred from within Jack.

"How d'ye know so much?" The older man smiled.

"Because like I said. I am your father."

"And like I said my father died 3 years ago." The man sighed.

"Let me tell you a story."

"Oh yay a story. Look I really don't have time for this-"

"Just let me speak. Just before your sister was born and your mother married that man I was in a relationship with her. Her parents didn't approve and I… well I didn't actually have any to approve of anything. She fixed into a marriage with Samuel Summers, and had no choice about the matter. He didn't know of me and we planned to keep it that way. Anyway, not long after Bella married him, she fell pregnant. Since we had still been seeing each other secretly she wasn't sure whether or not the baby would be mine or his. As it turned out Emily was his, and she could tell by the fact she looked so much like him. Our cover hadn't been blown." The man paused. "Anyway for a further 5 or 6 years we continued to see each other. Bella had been pregnant quite a few times since Emily and had lost all of the babies. Anyway, she fell pregnant once again and she had you. Only this time you weren't so much like your father, but like me." Jack nodded, understanding the feel of familiarity the man in front of him had. "Anyway, Sam clocked on and told Bella if she didn't stop seeing me, he would kill her. And I guess you can tell that when he made threats he meant them. So I moved away and didn't see her ever again. The next thing I heard was that she had died, and her two children had been left to be cared for by their father. When I finally got the courage to go and get you both… well I was told you had both died. Your sister for sure, I visited her grave beside your mothers, but you… no one knew where you were so you were assumed dead. It was only when I heard you had been back to that port that… I realised you were still alive and started looking for you." Jack nodded once again and opened his mouth to say something, but before he could Will burst into the cabin.

"Will what do you…?"

"Where's Amelia?"

"I thought she was with you?"

"We haven't seen her since we docked, me and Cathy guessed she'd been with you the whole time, but we haven't heard her since we got back on and she isn't in her room." Panic wrote itself across Jacks face as he realized his daughter had been missing for over a day and a half and no one had realized until now. Standing up abruptly, he took a last look at the man who had named himself as his father, before running out of the cabin and onto the land, as the sun set behind the horizon.

"So… I guess this is goodbye?" Ana smiled at Amber, as they docked the tiny boat at Tortuga.

"I guess so. So bye." Ana started to turn around, just as amber spoke out again.

"Erm… Maria I mean Ana, where do I go now?" Ana grinned,

"Up to you. Make your own way, I'm going home…"

Walking through the town that was so familiar to her, she decided to take a slight detour on the way to the main docks. Smiling as she walked through the back ally's she stopped when she heard a noise. From behind the bins, she heard snuffling, the sound of someone crying.

"Hello? Who's behind there?"

"I want my mummy." The sound of footsteps running towards the alleyway could be heard.

"Where is your mummy?"

"I don't know"

"How about we find her? Come out here?" Silence filled the Ally; the footsteps had stopped for a moment, and the snuffling too. The tiny head peeked out from behind the bin. A giant smile spread across the child's face as she recognised who was standing in front of her.

"Mummy?" It took Anamaria a moment to realize that stood in front of her, was the little girl she had been longing for so badly. The footsteps had started up once again, and stopped as Ana swooped her baby into her arms.

From behind them, came a voice that was both shaky and disbelieving.

"Ana Maria?"