A/N: I would very much like to thank my reviewers for hanging in there with me. I appreciate it immensely. I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as the last. I cannot promise to keep up with this but i am trying my damndest. Furthermore just to clear some things up the area where Jack comes from is Illinois. He has currently made it to Ohio.

He was a man as of 3 weeks ago. April 28th had marked his 18th birthday as well as his march to adventure. For those past 3 weeks he had thought of his previous life, and imagined his future one trekking all sorts of continental plains on his journey to Virginia. He was lucky to have taken this horse with him, on which he often rode instead of walked the long journey to the sea.

The things he had imagined in his mind of the sea and the growing world were not the only things weighing heavily on his mind. In some moments he began to regret his movement, he regretted not becoming a fierce warrior of his native people. His grandmother and mother had cried when he left, he knew, even though he had gone secretly. He knew they were distraught at the fact that he would nver become the man they wanted him to be. But Daniel Jack Sparrow Sache would never be content until he saw and breathed the sea, until he lived in the cities of the new world, where people bustled and intermingled.

Daniel sat next to his horse on the ground.He had set up a makeshift bedding warmed by a fire as his sleeping accomodations for the night, just like almost every other night. They were not the most comfortable, but they would do until he reached his destination. He sighed, he couldn't tell but he more than likely had another 2 weeks or so before he would reach the sea. He could not express in words how much he wished this journey to be over and to just see what his mind desired. He could vividly picture the cities of people, moving from market carts, filled with all kinds of fruits, spices and vegetables he had never seen before, to buildings and most importantly, to the sea. The sea, was something he could not imagine. He had seen water before, when coming from small streams, but the vastness of salt-smelling sea which connected the entire world and encompassed it, he could not fathom.

He hoped that the things he longed to see were worth the journey. Going back was probably out of the question by now, his family quite possibly abandoning him. If it had not been for his father these things would have never enetered his mind and he would be safely nestled away in the the lands of the Cherokee people. But firmly in the main cortex of his mind, Daniel had made his decision, those lingering doubts would in no way hinder his experience out here in the world on his own. He would see the Hispanics, the Africans, the towns, the ships and the sea most importantly. But right now, he would see what was rustling in the forest behind him.

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Anamaria was finally out of a tree. Her arse hurt incredibly from the hard bark she had been forced to lay her self upon, sometimes for days at a time before it was safe to come down and continue her journey. Before it was all done and overwith she would come to hate trees, and berries. Somehow she had managed to survive on creek water, berries and the small stash of salted pork she stole in her pocket for almost 2 months. She had become increasingly tired, and with no inner compass had been on occassion left running in circles for hours. Most times, though, she managed the right way, following the Ohio River. It was a dangerous business following a river such as that one, which attracted Indians but far more intimidating and threatening Europeans. She could deal with the animals that sometimes pestered her on her journey, but Europeans were a breed she could not tolerate. She couldn't tell if she was fearful or just bore deep hatred for them. She figured it was a mixture of both. Knowing she was a part of the world that could never truly except her was something Anamaria knew she would never quite come to terms with.

She knew that the others she had left back at the plantation she had never thought to call home would never quite grasp why it was so important to her to leave. When she was younger, she was much lighter than all the other slaves, which she attributed to her Spanish and White blood. The blood of rapists. She was light enough, and had straight enough hair to become a member of the "elite". Her masters deemd her better, because she was so much fairer in complexion than the others, allowing her to work in the house. It was her luck that she would remain an outsider in both worlds. Never quite dark enough for the slaves, being called a "house nigger", taunted and teased by her own kind, her own friends not trusting her, out of fear she was working against them in return for favors. She then had to face the fact that though she had many privileges, she would never, ever be like the others.

Escaping was her way around that. She would find somewhere to belong. She was quite sure that somewhere in this vast world, away from plantations and slaves, there was some place in the world for a girl who was tired of a life of being caged with no bars. There was some place where she could be free in the world and be looked upon as the strong woman she was and not a mulatto, or a slave. She had yet to decide whether she would go north or join a pirate ship. The latter seemed like a foolish idea. A female... on a pirate ship? A mulatto no less. She laughed at her own foolish idea. She would be much better off to stowaway onto a pirate ship and leaving this dreaded country. She couldn't imagine anywhere to go where she would fit in. If she joined a pirate ship she would have the chance to explore the many lands of the world and determine where she would lay her head and call home. She scoffed at the fact that she was continuing to entertain this dream for longer than she already had. It was ridiculous, thinking she could ever be on a pirate ship. It was ridiculous thinking she would ever be free.

Anamaria sensed something behind her. It sounded like feet, human feet. She would be damned if she let them catch up with her. Slowly she began to pick up her pace, a steady jog at first, then panic set in as it continued to follow her and she accelerated her legs. She was running, running as fast as she could, disobeying the voice that called out to her. It sounded as though it was a peaceful voice, only wanting to ask questions, but she could not be too sure. She continued to run until suddenly she found herself falling quickly to the ground.

A/N: Okay, here is the next chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. I put much more effort into it than the others. Reviews are much appreciated.