Suddenly everything seemed so right. Like there was nothing that could bring me down from this euphoric high. The birds were singing. The waves were gently lapping against the sandy beaches. The sun was beating down on what was just another beautiful day. And my father, well, he was rotting in jail.
My name?
Annamaria Sparrow, the fateful daughter of Captain Jack Sparrow. Haven't heard of him? Be glad because he's nothing but a burden. He makes deals and promises he can't keep. He knows that he can't keep the promises when he makes them but it's never stopped him before. It didn't even stop him when he slept with my mother.
He made promises of a life lived together. He whispered about how she was made for him and that she was everything that he'd ever dreamt of. He gently said those three magic words every woman wants to hear and then talked about how much he loved her.
When he heard she was pregnant, he walked out on her without even a glance back. He never wrote. He never offered any money in return for his deed. And my mother got me.
Ever since I was old enough to sail the seas, I have. Sometimes I have to dress as a boy to get upon ships but I do as I must. The only thing that has haunted my mind since I was young was to get even: To take every last penny from my good for nothing father. And now I have.
He's to be hung in the gallows at morn. And I have no sympathy for the man. Not even entertaining the thought that his blood flows through my veins can bring me any closer to saving him from the exact moment I entertained the thought. He's worth nothing to me. And he'll never be worth anything to me.
This is my story. The story of Annamaria Sparrow.
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"Mum, I've decided to take a job on another ship," the young lass yelled into what seemed to be an empty house. "Mum?"
She barely registered the quiet sobs coming from the back of the house and went to investigate. The little Sparrow found her mother in a pool of blood, pale, and crying heavily into the palms of her hands. "Why couldn't he see? Why wasn't I good enough?" her mother repeated over and over.
"Mum," Annamaria whispered, stretching out her hand as she went to touch her mother's shoulder in comfort.
The woman jumped back and away from the wandering hand. "What do you want? WHAT…DO…YOU…WANT?" she questioned.
Frightened, the younger woman stepped back just a few inches before mumbling, "But mum."
"You. You're why he left. You're the reason for all of this. If it wasn't for you he'd still love me. He'd still be here. You drove Jack away. It's YOUR entire fault!" her mother screamed before collapsing on the floor.
Annamaria gasped but closed a hand over her mouth before she could let out a scream. She ran to her mother and shook her. Nothing. "Mum, no. Don't do this to me. I need you." But nothing worked. No breath came from the young woman's mother.
Taking a few deep breaths, Annamaria collected herself and went upon gathering the things she would need on her trip.
It was time to take things into her own hands. She needed to find her father and she needed to find him now.
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A/N: I have a Potter fic going on but something possessed this out of me and it seemed kinda good so I figured I'd post it. Don't expect this one to be updated a lot. Maybe every once in a while but this is NOT my main fic.
Later Dayz.