Chapter 17

Jack Sparrow had been on his 2nd glass of rum when he had seen 2 people walk in. At first he didn't pay them any attention until they had passed past him and he had gotten a closer look at them. Immeadiately he knew who the man was because of the many stories, and legends he had heard, and of the fact that he had actually met Leadbelly. Jack didn't think much of him once he met him. but he did hear word of a person on his ship who was an excellent swordsman and sharpshooter. It was even reported that this mysterious person had actually killed about 100 men at one time by themselves during a sea battle. Jack had dismissed this as a myth there was no way 1 person could kill 100 men in battle.

Then he noticed the girl beside Leadbelly and was blown away by her. She didn't have any makeup on her which was a relief from all these other girls who wore makeup as if it was going out of style. Now don't get him wrong he liked girls who put on a bit of makeup, but not enough to frost a cake which seemed to bet the fashion at the moment. Along with her attractive make-up free face, he also noticed the rest of her. He noticed her short hair which would've seemed unatural to most girls fit her well. Her face was long but not very long with chocolately brown eyes and long lashes which made them mysterious and sensual with black kohl around them. Her nose was small and pointed and her lips were full and resembled the color of red wine. Attached to this head was a long slender neck which contained slim shoulders. as his eyes continued downward they came upon a nice set of breasts which she was trying to hide by wearing bigger shirts; he also noticed she had long legs and a very nice ass.

Jack Sparrow like Anamaria had changed in many ways during the past 10 years. Besides growing older he had decided to grow a beard with two little braids at the end and a hairstyle that was a combination of dreadlocks, braids, and regular dark brown hair with a few beads added in. Along with his new hairdo his skin had tanned a bit more also and he had learned a few extra things about pirating from many different people around the world. Even though many things had changed about him, he was still the same cocky Jack who at 30 besides the unique hairstyle who still got a bit if not more ass than he did at 20.

Another thing he noticed about this girl was how familiar she was. He searched through his memory banks trying to figure out who she was. Had I slept with her before? He thought as he made his way over to Leadbelly.

Leadbelly looked up and saw Jack make his way over.

"Jack ya ol' dog how ya been?" He greeted warmly as Jack and him shook hands.

"Jus' fine Lead, who was tha girl ya talked wit over at ya table?"

"Ah don worry bout her, she was jus someone I had ta let go. Got too many members." He stated as he finished off his ale.

"Well since I saw ya talkin wit 'er I thought ya migh' know somethin' bout 'er."

"Don't even worry bout her she'll still be round ere not many cap'ins gonna hire her cause she's a woman." Replied Leadbelly, "why don't ya find ya a nice lass ta bed I'm sure she'll be back." Predicted Leadbelly.

"I hope ya're right." Replied Jack as he left the Giralda and went to the Lion's Den. Inside his eyes scanned the area until he found what he was looking for: Madeline.

Madeline now 26 was still as beautiful as when she was 16. Her gray eyes spotted him at the entrance and tried to finish serving her drinks to some customers when she sasheyed over to him.

"Hi." She greeted as she straightened out her gray colored dress.

"Hello." Greeted Jack with a smirk which definitely appealed to many women.

"So what brings ya back around this side of the ports?" She asked sweetly.

Jack usually charmed by her efforts was not even moved by this because he had other things on his mind.

"Not tonight Maddie I just need some information."

Madeline always had a bit of information to give about almost everyone who came in and out of Port Royale, and gossip about what went on in Port Royale from all her clientele and friends.

Madeline pouted her lips as she flopped down at a table.

"What do ya wanna know?" She asked nonchalantly as she checked her fingernails for any dirt.

"Do ya know anythin' bout Leadbelly's crew?"

Madeline searched her memory banks for Leadbelly's crew before answering, "well there's Hoston, Sybil, Bullock, and Sergio..."

"No I mean any new crewmates that joined." Clarified Jack.

Madeline once again spent a few minutes searching her memory banks before answering, "well I did hear of this one new crewmember. A girl by the name of Anamaria."

A light went off in Jack's mind at the mention of her name. Anamaria? My Ana? Nah it couldn't be her. He thought brushing away the thought that this could be the same one from so long ago.

"What can ya tell me bout this Anamaria?"

Madeline eyed him suspiciously, "why do ya wanna know about 'er?"

"Cause a frien' of mine is intrested in knowin more bout her an bein tha good friend I am I am 'elpin him out." Lied Jack but in a way he was telling the truth because he wanted to know a little more about her.

Madeline still wasn't convinced, "Didn' ya 'ave a girlfriend years ago named Ana?" She asked suspiciously.

"Does it mata? The pas' is passed, I'm wit ya ain't I?" He asked as he reached over to trail his fingers down her face.

Madeline's eyes softened to a watery gray as she let him continue his trail down to her throat.

"Do ya say this ta every woman ya meet?" She asked as she got up and sat down in his lap.

"Only ta tha beautiful ones." Remarked Jack which resulted in a smile from Madeline.

Slowly she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips hungrily. She was always hungry when she was around him.

"My place or yars?" she asked, but she already knew what the answer was.

"Ya kno yars." He replied as they got up and left walking towards her little house not too far from The Lion's Den.

Ana left the docks and headed out towards her parents house. She didn't know whether they were still there or even alive, but she still wanted to see the house.

She walked up the walkway and stopped to view the house. Not much had changed while she was gone. the house was still painted baby blue with the white shutters, but since it was night the house's colors had changed to a blackish blue with gray shutters.

I wonder if they still live here? She thought as she knocked on the door.

At first she didn't get an answer so she knocked harder, "anybody in there?" she called out.

She waited another few minutes and turned around to leave when the door opened.

She turned around and stared her father in the face.

This man couldn't be her father! She thought with horror as she took in her observations. Her father had always been stylish, clean, and well shaven, this man was tattered and he had a very unkempt beard that had his jet black hair sprinkled along with gray like pepper. Her dad had been warm, charming, and inviting now there stood a shell of the man who had taught her to read, write, and walk. His eyes were sunken in, there appeared to be no fat or muscle on him by the way how his clothes barely hung onto him, and there came this smell from him that made Ana take a step back for fear that she would vomit.

"Who's there? I'm warning you, show yourself or I'm comin out swinging!" He yelled into the darkness.

"Dad it's me Ana." Stated Ana.

He looked around into the darkness holding a candle and started laughing which sounded hollow and depressing, "I've heard that one before, now show yourself!"

She stepped forward so he could see her.

His eyes were looking at her, but there weren't really observing her they were merely taking her in.

"You can't be my daughter." Remarked Edward after a few moments observation.

Ana not thinking flew blindly into rage, "What! How can I not be ya daughta ya..." she stopped forcing herself to swallow her cursewords.

Come on Ana, Reasoned her mind, you've been gone for 10 years, and you've changed so much maybe he doesn't remember you.

She sighed and tried a different approach.

"Where's mum? Surely she mus' remember me." She asked looking around.

Suddenly her father's face had changed to one of complete sadness. "She's gone." He whispered with a faraway look in his eyes.

Ana's eyes raised quizically, "mum's gone?"

Edward's focus was brought back to her, "no, no my wife Rosa she died."

Suddenly it seemed as if all the air had been sucked out of Ana's lungs. For years she had been fulfilling her own selfish desires when never once did she think of her parents who had gone through so much suffering to raise her to where she wouldn't have to suffer the same travesties that they did. On the day that she left Port Royale not once did her mind ever cross to them.

Her body wanted to break down and mourn her mother, but years of being away on the sea hardened her and taught her that even in the face of adversity one must not show any emotion.

"How did she die?" She whispered searching into the eyes of the man she once thought knew all the answers to life.

"She..." he stopped for a moment to recollect himself and to wipe a few tears that had slowly started to fall from his eyes, "it all started when our daughter Anamaria mysteriously disappeared about 10 years aog. We looked everywhere for her, until her boyfriend at the time Jack Sparrow told us that she left wanting to fulfill her dream of traveling. Well slowly this started tearing Rosa apart piece by piece and it also affected her mind. Slowly she would begin to imagine that our daughter was there with us. She would make plates for her and put her clothes out on the bed as if she was actually there. As the years went by her mind got worse until she would just sit in Ana's room and talk to her as if she was there. It would break my heart to tell her that her daughter wasn't there anymore, but each time she would ignore me thinking me mad instead of the other way around. Well one day about 5 years after our daughter's departure, she went to bed claiming she was tired and the next day she never woke up. the doctors said she died of heart failure but..." he paused again "but I know it was of a broken heart from the realization that Ana would never return home again."

But I am home again dad! Was what she wanted to say, but she kept her mouth shut.

Why worry him even more? She thought as she decided not to tell him that she was his daughter.

"I'm sorry tha I brought it up. I didn't realize how touchy tha subject was wit ya." She apologized.

"Oh no...I have to thank you. I needed to get that off my chest."

After a few moments of silence from both of them lost in their own thoughts Edward finally spoke.

"Would you care to come in for some tea?"

"Wait ya don't even know a thing bout me and ya want me ta come in for coffee?"

"Then we can find out who you really are." He said.

"Okay." Agreed Ana as she followed him inside.

Like the outside of the house, the inside hadn't changed a bit over the 10 year span excpet that there was a bit of papers and clothes strewn over the place giving it an air of stuffiness.

As she entered the house she suddenly felt that she was 18 again living with her parents. Everything was just as she had left it, the books neatly placed on the bookshelf, the olive green curtains tied back so that light could enter in during the day.

Everything is just like it was when I left...no it can never be the same now with mom gone. She observed with some remorse as she passed a family portrait of them.

The portrait was painted when Anamaria was 16 years old. In it was Ana sitting indian style on the ground next to Rosa who was sitting in a chair with Edward standing behind them looking out to an unknown location. Ana's baby blue dress seemed to flow like water out from her waistline while Rosa's light pink dress did the same except that Rosa's had a lower cut bodice than Ana's did and revealed the tops of her breasts. Edward who was standing behind them looked very handsome in his navy blue outfit and white shirt. Along with their clothes it seemed by the way how the painting was painted that their eyes seemed to follow one wherever they went. Ana looked at the image of herself in the painting. She had been so young and so innocent back then not knowing of a care in the world. She looked at the picture of her mother and saw the smile on her face and knew that it was a genuine smile of happiness not one of falsity that adorned most houses. Rosa had been 36 but her body looked like it hadn't aged over 25.

"Wow," mummered Ana in amazement, "she looks so much different from tha last time I saw her."

Edward turned and looked at Ana with a curious glint in his eyes, "were you a friend of Rosa's? Because if you were I would find that hard to believe since ya're a little younger than most of her friends are."

"No Ana." She replied.

"Pardon, sorry my hearing isn't as good as it used to be." Apologized Edward humbly.

"I said I'm a friend of ya daughta Ana."

Edward's eyes glazed over at the mention of his daughter's name which could only be from memories of past events.

"What's she doing now? Where's she at? Is she married? Does she have any children? Does she even remember me?" He asked rapidly firing answers off like a cannon.

Ana's head jerked back a little at his verbal assault, nice to know at least one person still cares about me. She thought peacefully.

"She's fine. She ain't married or got any kids. She still sails, and yea she still thinks bout ya." She answered roughly even though she didn't mean to.

Suddenly Edward smacked his age worn hand against his head, "oh where are my manners! I forgot about your tea."

She followed him into the kitchen. Everything was still the same except for the addition of dirty dishes that looked as if they hadn't been washed in months if possible years.

Edward kept his head down embarassed that eyes other than his were watching this scene of messiness that had become known as his existence.

"Please excuse the mess once again. Rosa always kept the place liveable. If you compared the kitchen from then with the kitchen from today, the difference is like night and day."

Ana just shrugged at his apology, she had been in worse situations.

"Do you like alot of sugar in your tea?"

"Yea." Was all Ana said as Edward walked over to light a candle near the stove and a candle where Ana was sitting at.

While Edward was making the tea Ana was thinking about how she could find another ship to sail on.

I can't stay here anymore than 3 days because if I do I might be captured by the navy.

As her mind was trying to find a way suddenly the minty fragrance of tea filled the air and her mind went back to her memories of Solange and Camille.

Instantly Ana knew that with the memories of Solange and Camille she would have memories of Jack.

Ana sighed at the mention of his name. 10 years...and of the 10 years during 7 of them I haven't even thought about him until now because of that tea.

"Uh Edward?" Piped up Ana.

"Yes?" He asked spinning around from the fire he had just lit.

"What can ya tell me bout some of tha residents?" Asked Ana wanting to clear her mind of those unwanted thoughts.

"Well..." Mused Edward as he stroked his pepper colored beard, "not many people talk to me because they call me crazy since I dress in rags and look a little scraggly. But there are some that treat me like a human that I'll tell you about." As he spoke Ana noticed hurt, loneliness, and underneath it all a deep resentment fueled by anger shining brightly in his eyes the same that they say burned in hers.

"Well first there are Ana's friends Elizabeth and Will Turner they visit every 3 days."

Ana smirked when he mentioned their names. She always knew that they would get married.

"Really wha do they do? Las' time..." Ana hesiated. She had to be careful one slip and her cover could be blown. To many people this wouldn't be a big deal, but if her father who couldn't remember his own daughter found out that she was a pirate, well...Ana just didn't wanna think about what would happen after that.

Ana looked up and saw that Edward hand't even looked bothered by her interruption.

When he didn't do anything, Ana continued on.

"Las' time I wuz 'ere with Ana, 'Lizbeth wuz just tha governor's daughta and Will wuz a blacksmith's apprentince."

"Well Will is no longer a blacksmith's apprentince, he actually owns and is one of the most succesful blacksmiths in the whole Caribbean. Elizabeth stays at home and takes care of their home, businesses, and two children Victoria whose 7 and 2 year old Nathaniel."

2 kids! Wow I must have been gone for very long.

"Well two other people who stop and talk to me are Jack Sparrow's mother Camille Sparrow, and his sister Solange Evingston.

Ana was even more curious now, "wha' can ya tell me bout these two?"

"From what I know about these two, they live out in the woods in a house. Camille lives with Solange, her husband Grant Evingston, and their 4 children: Christine, Harriet, Melanie, and Tomson. What a strange name for a boy Tomson."

"Indeed." Agreed Ana but she knew that's the kind of person that Solange was.

After that the teakettle started whistling.

"Pardon me while I go get your tea." Excused Edward as he got up to got get the tea.

After Edward came back and they drank their tea, they talked about a lot of things. Mostly it was about his daughter.

After they had been talking for about 45 minutes, Edward rose.

"Well I fear I must retire for the night, you are welcome to stay the night if you want to."

"Thank ya Edward for ya polite hospitality, I think I might just take ya up on tha' offer."

"Oh and Edward."

"Huh?" He asked.

"Ya neva once asked for me name, don't ya wanna know what it is?" She inquired.

"You can always tell me." He replied indifferently.

Ana slightly smirked, "it's Serena Hoston."

Edward nodded politely, and then his eyes grew wide, "Oh Serena?"

"Yes Edward?"

"There's someone else who comes and visits me but not as much as the others.

"Oh really, and who is this mysterious person?"

"Jack Sparrow."

A/N: Okay for all you people who are about 2 say WTF about Ana and Edward (her dad) don't worry, there's a reason why he acts this way, and you'll find out later in the story. Oh and like I always say review and I'll see ya around in Chappie 18