Short post. Sorry. Also, sorry about the late chapter. I actually had this story on the boards for a while, but didn't put down what character it was about, there-fore not very many people saw it. It was just floating around in . Anyway, here you go. Its fixed now. LOL

As soon as the blur from my eyes had left, it was obvious that I wasn't where I was before. The problem however was…I didn't know where I was before.

You see, I have no idea at all why I was lying on the banks of the beach. In fact, the beach was an odd place to be at a time like this. Why was I at the beach? Sure it was a nice place indeed, but why?

I shook the sand from my hair, seeing how there was a lot of it. I looked around and noticed not only the banks of the ocean near my feet, a nice sunrise, I think, was right before me. How nice it was, compared to what I believed I saw last. What did I see last? And again, why was I at the beach. It seemed way too odd. I seemed to have absolutely no memory of what happened before me. It scared me a little. My heart began to race as well!

"Great." I immediately got up from the sandy seat I was laying in. I looked around suspiciously, hoping I would recognize something. Anything would be nice. I cautiously looked down at my feet, finding that they were bare. I did the same with my arms, finding clothing attached that looked like faded pjs. That didn't make sense. Why was I wearing pajamas at the beach? That was strange.

The wind was picking up, causing my hair to blow about and sand to whip to my face. I noticed the hair coming toward my eyes with it. Red, almost orange in the sun. So I supposed I had red hair. It was killing me how much I couldn't rememeber! The only thing I could possibly tell about myself was-

"Ahoy there, fire haired maiden!" A loud voice from an approaching man interrupted that thought, thus letting me forget entirely what I was possibly remembering about myself. I turned toward the voice who had been coming from a large bolder to my right. Funny how I didn't notice it.

The man seemed young, had blonde hair waving about in this awful wind, and was wearing….almost nothing! The sight could have made me blush almost the same color as my red hair, but thank goodness it smacked me in the face before the proof was written on it. I remained stiff until this nearly nude man got closer. I ended up deciding to finally utter something, whether it was correct.

"Uh…Ahoy?" That was pathetic if I could say so.

"Still in those rags you call clothes, I see." He spoke. My eyes traveled down to my faded pjs as if examining them. "The fact that you didn't take em off as I ordered last night, is the same reason why I have brought you these." In that moment, he tossed something at me. I looked at it with worried eyes hoping it wasn't some garbage that perverted men would have ladies wear for their enjoyment. However, it wasn't anything like that. As I picked it up, it seemed to be a shirt of some sort and…pants? I think?

"Put them on, then follow me!" He spoke almost harshly. My eyes wondered awkwardly before he led off. I was extremely confused.

"Soooooo….we have met before?" The question came off odd, and his eyes glinted in confusion, as did mine.

"Do you not remember last night?" He question coldly.

All I could do was shake my head in answering, only for them to wonder to the past night. I found nothing. He stepped back, almost annoyed, snorting seconds later at the turn of events.

"You're lying." He spoke, "No woman could forget a night so heated."

My eyes popped open to its widest from that answer. "You mean….we-"

"Just put the bloody clothes on before my anger rages more!" He hissed, whipping away in all the madness I was surely bringing.

"But…." I stumbled in words, stepping forward. I stopped only to examine the clothes in my hand. They looked rather strange for the year it was.

….Wait, what year was it again? I had completely lost my head before today. I hope I told that man something.

Wait! Who was that man anyway? I looked toward the direction he was heading, seeing he was a good distance away.

"Hey!" I shouted, hoping the echo could reach him. He turned around. "I don't know your name!"

His face instantly went in disgust. He stepped forward with an open mouth as if I had insulted him.

"You have completely gone mad!" He shouted back

I shook my head like a complete buffoon, "No! I'm not, I swear!" He only waved me off and stormed back toward his path. "No! Wait!" I shouted back, but he ignored me. I attempted to run after him-he had answers, I know he did- but I stumbled over the shirt that was hanging in my hands. I managed to regain my balance, angrily snatching back the cloth. I examined it again, hoping it hadn't torn, only to be baffled at my discovery. The clothes weren't from my time—I seemed to remember that—That scared the wits out of me.

"Wait! Mister!" I shouted out, but his body had gone. I began frantically running his way, "What year is it!?"

Continuing

I caught up to the man who had approached me on the sand. I was practically throwing the clothes over my body, dipping into the pants he gave me with ease. They were really big on me. I was right behind him, and his strides were fast and long! I was breathing too hard by the time I was on his heels. He marched down the strip of the sand with more purpose than he had before.

"Why can't you tell me your name? I mean…" I was breathing harder, "I mean, I'm not a bad chick! At least, I don't think I am! I'm just a tad confused that's all!"

He didn't lift a lip to answer me. I just wanted to know more in this madness! I didn't even know my own name for goodness sake! I tapped on his tattooed shoulder, feeling a wetness afterward! Gross! I whipped my hand away quickly, rubbing his sweat along the new pants.

"Sir, you aren't listening to me!" His stride got quicker, "I just need a few things answered, that's all. You know, what day it is, when did I get here…..my name…" that last part I mumbled to myself, focusing my eyes on the sand! I ended up bumping into the guy harshly, however. He abruptly stopped and swiftly turned around with irritated eyes. The hint of danger almost made me shiver.

"Miss, If you continue to bagger me with useless questions, you may as well see yourself to the end of this island. There are plenty of beggars who'd love company as yourself."

My mouth helplessly hung open, "Wha-?"

"My company is a gift to women as you, but if you keep flapping your mouth the way you do, the privilege leaves." His accent went cold again, and his body hovered over mine menacingly.

My brows furrowed, "Well excuse me for trying to make your acquaintance!" I bit back.

He shook his head, aggravatingly, "Oh no, no, no! We aren't acquaintances. You are a nuisance!"

He began to march off after that. Of course my mouth was still hanging open. "If I'm such a problem, then why am I following you!?"

"I need you for something." He answered in front of me.

"Oh! Well, you're going to have to treat me a little better than that!" He spun around, walking backward with the same quick speed, "That is if you expect me to do as you say!"

"You make too many demands for a woman who's mad."

"And you make too many demands for a man I don't even kno-" I came to a halt in my words. Having him do the same in his steps.

"What?" He asked.

He looked familiar, as if I'd known who he was for quite some time, and yet, I felt as if he were a stranger in the same thought. How could I have known this man? And how could I possibly be almost comfortable with someone I had not remembered? It's awfully strange.

"What is it?"

My mouth closed, and I shook my head toward his strikingly familiar blue eyes, "Nothing."

"Do you still believe you have words to spill?"

"Of course I do…."

He stepped toward me….something about who he was….he did something. He does something that I should know about. But what?

"Your mouth should only be used for the pleasuring of men. This babbling at your tongue is not the place of one in your situation."

I wanted to get insulted, but instead, my brow furrowed at the wrong part of his sentence, "What situation is that?"

"If you'd follow, and not speak, then maybe you'd find out."

He turned, starting back toward the path along the beach. I followed with little else to say.

We sped walked for five more minutes along the sand. The sun was coming out complete by then, so I officially knew it was morning. I was just too worried about myself to think more on it, however. I didn't know who I was! I know I knew not too long ago! The headache of trying to remember was just a major pain in the ass, if I could say that! I know my life is on the tip of my tongue! AND I sound like an utter moron! I think I might just be mad, like this mysterious, but familiar man has said!

We started approaching a giant vessel that looked of a ship. I began to see strange men roaming on the sand from areas to my right. There was a jungle of some sort that way, so I suppose they came from there. However, these weren't nice looking men. They all had the wear-and-tear of life on their faces. Tattoos everywhere, piercings, ripped clothing….all things I was strangely familiar with, therefore I had no real reaction to it. Something about this time, though, had me thinking otherwise.

"Round the cannons, Hoist the anchor!" The mysterious man in front of me belted out to the ship and the scary men. "Carry all supplies to the ship, men!" He did again.

All the stranger's eyes roamed to me, the weird lady behind the Blondie. It made me want to clutch onto him by their looks. I couldn't however.

Some of the men coming from the jungle were carrying big wooden barrels. I wondered what was in it, and why the carried it. Could they have been the supposed supplies? To top it off, they all looked really, really sweaty. Just like the guy I'm following. Did they not believe in baths?

We all approached the ship, and I followed as the blond went up the board-walk to the deck of the ship. I was hesitant at first, but realized I had nothing better I could be doing. Slowly all the strange sweaty men boarded this glorious ship. Yes, it was glorious! Bigger than any ship I have ever seen. In fact, something in my mind-set told me this was the only ship I'd ever seen. I looked around with much curiosity, still getting eager eyes from all the men.

"Come with me to the helm." The blonde demanded rather soft compared to previously. I did so with a hard lump to my throat.

Upward, exactly four steps up, the two of us approached a man, dark on the skin, and scared on the face. There was nothing kind about this man. He even stood with an anchoring presence. It gave me chills just with him being there. I noticed my tour guide reach to the dark man for something. In return, he was given a jacket of some sort and some boots I was sure to have seen in a film of some sort. In fact, my surroundings and the people involved made things awfully eerie. It was fishy and dot-on familiar. BUT I didn't know how it was!

"Maiden." The blonde called to my roaming mind. I looked at him in response. "This here is my first mate. He will accompany you on the Jackdaw. You may call him Ace."

My brain was spinning, of course, "Wait…what do you mean?" I asked with a serious face. The two simply looked at each other in annoyance, "Don't tell me we are actually doing to be on this ship?" Again they gave each other looks, "Oh, come-on! Jackdaw better be the name of a fierce dolphin, because I don't think I can accompany on a cruise right now!"

The blonde still gave no response to me. He simply leaned into Ace, whispering something to him. He patted his shoulder after both nodded their heads, then he left off the helm. All I was left with was a statue like figure, glaring at me with cold eyes and a strong physique. I had no idea what to do now! How was I supposed to find myself on a ship ride? What if I just wanted to go home?

"And what shall I be callin you, miss?" Ace asked me, rather kindly for such a scary man. If I had been given time to think, I probably could have thought of my name by now, but I didn't. All I could really do was open and close my mouth in search of a response. "Ya ain't got a name?"

I shrugged, "I…I really don't remember it. " It was pathetic once more, and his face went puzzled, "I know, it sounds silly."

"Well what do I call ya, then?"

"Anything that doesn't get me killed would be lovely."

He chuckled, surprisingly, "I can't be promising ya that."

I shrugged again, with my heart racing after that answer, "Then call me anything, I guess." I looked away even more confused and anxious then I was before.

"I'll be thinkin of something." He answered with his heavy accent. I couldn't even guess where he was from, I was too out of my mind to worry.

I looked onto the deck, seeing my blonde guide boss the other strange men among the floor. My brow furrowed because this was so damn familiar! I mean, it was there on the tip of my brain, but yet I couldn't remember a damn thing to save my life!

"Ace?" I lightly got his attention, avoiding danger.

"Yes?"

I studied my view, "Who is that man?" He knew who I was speaking of because he was the only man seeming of importance on this ship. I didn't have to point.

"That is Edward Kenway. "

"And why is he shouting to these men?"

He came forward, "Well, he'd be the captain of this ship. And these men, including myself, are part of the crew."

My head did a double take in snapping my eyes to his, "Captain!?"

A/N: Sorry about the late and short post! Errors are bound to be there, so if you are going to correct me, please leave something positive along with it. Grammar hounds can be pests if not commenting politely.