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~Chapter Two~

POV:

Francesca Jones

I heard a knock on the door. Assuming it was the man I requested to speak to, I said, "Come in Captain Sparrow."

The door slowly opened and the captain made his way into Miss. Swann's cabin. Once he was fully inside, he closed the door behind him. "Hello, luv. How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Much better, thank you, Captain Sparrow." I said.

"Please, call me Jack. May I ask you a question, miss…?" he said, asking for my name.

I hesitated for a moment. Can I trust him? Will he figure out who I am? Something about this man draws me to him. Something about him makes me want to tell him my whole life story. Well, what can it hurt? I mean, he did save my life. The least I could do is tell him about myself. Maybe I'll get to know him as well… "Francesca… Francesca Jones." I cringed and said my last name with such disgust. I hate having the name of a monster. Whether he is my father or not.

"Well, Miss Jones." He began, but I cut him off.

"Please. Call me Francesca. Or Frankie, if you'd like." I said. Frankie being the name my lovely mother, god rest her soul, gave me when I was just a little girl.

"Well, Frankie." He began again. But, yet again, I cut him off. But this time, I cut him off by throwing myself into his arms. Not in a whorish manner, but in a friendly way. At least I hope that's what it seemed like to him. Last thing I want is for him to think I'm just another whore.

"Thank you Jack. You have no clue how much it means to me that you saved me from that awful place. Even before the Kraken attacked I was miserable. You have no idea the things I went through, Jack. It was horrible." I then did something I haven't done in years, cry.

Normally I would refuse to cry. I wanted to show I was strong, that nothing bothered me. But the truth was, my life alone bothered me, made me fear.

Jack tried to calm me down by rubbing my back in small soothing circles. "Shhh, luv. Tell old Jack what's got you bothered." He said in a calm voice.

I took a deep, shaky breath, to calm myself down. getting prepared to reveal myself for who I really am. "Do you know of Davy Jones?" I asked, saying his name with slight disgust.

He nodded his head. "I've heard of him," he said. It sounded as if there was more to it than just "hearing" about Davy Jones.

I didn't press on the matter. Instead I continued on my "fantastic" story. (note the heavy sarcasm) "so, you know the story behind him, correct? How he was forsaken and betrayed by his love, the sea goddess Calypso, after devoting himself to his duty of ferrying souls into the afterlife. And now he can only set foot on land once every ten years?" I asked. He nodded and motioned me to continue. "well, you see, 23 years ago, Jones was able to set foot on land. He and his crew made port on a small island in Italy called Isola Del Giglio. Such a beautiful place, it was. Still is, matter of fact. Well, anyway, Jones decided to go to a pub to do what any other man would do when they where there, get drunk off his high ass.

"after a few drinks, he saw a women walk up to the bar. He thought she was the most beautiful woman alive. That no one else in this world, not man nor women not even the sea goddess herself, could compare to her beauty. Her name was Mirabelle Augustine. She was about my height, 5 foot 7. Give or take a few inches. She had the largest set of deep chocolate brown eyes and hair to match. Her face looked as if it was kissed by angels, that's how beautiful it was. And her body, let's just say no man was ever able to resist her. Pirate or not, they all fell for her dreadfully good looks.

"and just like every other man, Jones fell with lust for her. So what did he do? he dragged her, unwillingly, to the back of the pub and raped her. She would beg him to stop, to not hurt her, but he wouldn't listen to her. Once he was done and more than satisfied, he left her, alone and hurt.

"she stayed there, naked, for three days. Unable to move, unable to feel. On the third day, an old woman found her and brought her to her home to care for her. She was such a sweet old woman. Always put others before herself. Even those she never met before. Well, it turned out the woman was a retired doctor. she let Mirabelle stay with her till she was well enough to go out on her own. But the thing is, she never got better.

"every day, for weeks at a time, she would get sick. Her eating habits have changed extremely and her mood swings have been outrageous. Well, it turns out that she was pregnant. Davy Jones had impregnated her.

"At first, she was upset. Upset that she was going to give birth to a child of a monster. Then, she was furious. Furious that Jones had done such a thing to her, leaving her alone to raise his child. Even if he did have no clue about it. And lastly, she was scared. She was scared that she wouldn't be able to care for the child. She knew that she would, she just didn't know how. She was also scared that the child would be born a monster as well.

"so for the next nine months, she stayed with the old women. Every night she would pray. Pray to any god or goddess that could hear her. To hear her prayers for a normal child. Then, on the night of August 5th, she gave birth to a baby girl. Not a monster. Her prayers have been answered and she was given the gift of a beautiful healthy baby girl. Her name was Francesca Eleanore Jones."

When I was finished with my first story, I looked at Jack to see him staring at me with disbelief. "So you mean to tell me, that old fishface is your… your father?" he asked.

I giggled. "Yes, Jack. Old fishface is my father."

"well… thank god you never got his "good" looks," he said, voice filled with sarcasm, bringing his hand up to rest on my shoulder. It was then that I realized I was sitting in his lap. I started to feel a little uncomfortable. Don't get me wrong, I'm fine around men. I always knew that there were good and bad men out in the world. Same with women. It's just the close physical contact that bothers me a little bit.

I slowly got off his lap and sat beside him, trying to get the images of the worst man I ever met, out of my head.

"What happened on the ship, Frankie?" Jack asked, as if able to read my mind.

"Sorry?" I asked, not quite sure if I heard him correctly since I was in my own little world.

"The ship we just rescued you from. You said you were miserable on it, even before the kraken attack. What happened to make you feel that way?"He asked.

"Oh…" I said silently. I sighed. "I've been aboard that ship, the Whydah, since I was five years old…"

~flashback~

I was at the market, helping mama shop for some food for the next few weeks. I carried a small woven basket in my hands that were full with all kinds of fruits and vegetables.

"Mama," I whined for the tenth time.

Mama sighed, "Yes, sweetheart?"

"Are we almost done? My arms feel like they are about to fall off."

Mama chuckled and said, "We will be done in a moment, baby."

I sighed and waited for mama to finish. I tried to occupy myself by trying to find something fun to do. But there was nothing here except for people shopping and a bunch of food. I was about to ask mama again, when we were done, when I heard a cry out in the distance.

"Mama?" I asked, a little worried.

"Yes bab-." She began, but was cut off by a group of men running towards us. They had swords and pistols in their hands. They looked dirty, with their dirt covered, ripped clothing and long ratted hair. Pirates. They started to grab women at random and kill any man that came in their way.

I was about to turn and run to mama, when I felt a strong pair of arms wrap around me. The arms were big and full of muscle. It was a man. And by the markings on his arms, I could tell that he was a pirate. He lifted me up and began to run the opposite way from my mama.

"Mama!" I yelled, squirming in the man's arms.

"My baby! Let go of my baby!" mama yelled, running after us.

The man turned around and pulled out a pistol. He pointed it at mama and fired. A bullet flew out of the pistol and into mama's chest. The color in mama's face drained. She looked as white as a ghost. The sparkle in her eyes, were now dull and lifeless. She then fell to the floor. My mama, the only family I have ever had, (except for my sad excuse for a father that I never met and never plan on meeting) was dead.

"Mama!" I cried. I tried to get away from this horrible man. I kicked and screamed, trying to break free.

"Shut it, girl!" the man yelled, jerking me in his arms in an attempt to silence me. But I wouldn't stop. I just kept kicking and screaming. The man jerked me again, making my head connect with something hard, causing the darkness to consume me.

When I woke up, I was laying on the floor of a ship. My head was throbbing with pain. I tried to get up, but it just made to pain worse. I looked around my surroundings. There were women everywhere. They were of all ages. As I continued to look around, when a man got in my way. I looked up to see a very built, very tall man. He had to be in his late thirties. He had sun kissed skin, salt and pepper long shaggy hair, a full grown beard and mustache, and a big nasty scare on the side of his face traveling all the way down his neck and stopped at his exposed chest.

"Hello, darling," the man said, crouching down so that he was eye level with me. "My name is Captain Sam Bellamy…"

~End Flashback~

While I told Jack about the night I was taken, I had silent tears fell from my eyes. It was always painful to think of my mother's life being taken. It was even more painful talking about it. At times I would have to stop talking because the sobs would become too unbearable. Jack would put a comforting hand on my shoulder telling me thing like "you don't have to tell me if you don't want to" and "everything is going to be ok". i told him that I wanted to tell him, that it was the only way to make myself feel better since I had to keep it bottled up inside me ever since I was taken.

"At first I didn't know what was going on. I thought they just wanted to be ass holes and take me away from my life with my mother in Italy. Well, that was until I met the one friend I ever really had. Her name was Zara Rose. She had been on the ship for a year when I first came aboard. She's the one who told me what the ship really was." I said, continuing my life story with the one person that made me stay strong all thoughts horrible years.

"And what would that be, luv?" Jack asked.

"A women slave ship…"

~flashback~

I was in the kitchen helping set the table for the captain. I had only been on this ship for about two hours and they already had me working. I was about to grab the plates, when another girl grabbed them before me.

She was about my height. She had a full face, beautiful green eyes, button nose and thin lips. She wore a thin white long sleeve dress that was dirty and ripped at the bottom.

"Hi," she said. "I'm Zara Rose."

"Hi…" I said shyly. "I'm Francesca Jones."

"You must be new…" I nodded. "Well, in that case, I must warn you. This is a slave ship for women. Do everything they say without hesitation. If you disobey them, they will punish you. And let me tell you, those punishments are terrible. Sometimes women die when they get their punishment. That's what happened to my mama.

"You must always show you're strong. Never let them see you're weak. They will use that to their own advantage," she explained.

I nodded, a little more scared than I already was. A slave ship? Does that make me their slave now? "How long have you been here?" I asked.

"About a year. I was 5 when they took me from Puerto Rico. They took my other sisters too, but they sold them to some man in Cuba," she said.

"Oh…" I said, not really knowing how to respond to that bit of information…

~End Flashback~

"And she was right. I would get whipped for not doing as told. Beating if I gave the men dirty looks. Sometimes they would even beat me just because they felt like doing it. And you know, that wasn't even half as bad as what the captain would do to me…"

~Flashback~

It had been eight years since I first came aboard the slave ship. I was in the middle of scrubbing the deck when I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist, making me jump to my feet and spin around to see the person behind me. It was Captain Bellamy. He still looked the same as the day I first met him.

"Hello, darling," he said, letting his eyes travel down my body. "My god, you sure have grown into a beautiful young woman."

I could feel a nervous lump form in the back of my throat. I looked around nervously. My eyes locked with Zara's, who should sympathy for me. I looked back at the Captain and said nervously, "Th-thank you C-Captain."

He stepped closer to me, bring his hand to my waist and let them travel up till they rested at my chest. I flinched at this gesture. I wanted so badly to slap him right across the face. But I knew if I did, I would probably be killed slowly and painfully.

The captain then brought me to his cabin, where he rapped me. I begged him to stop, to let me go, to take someone else. But he would just slap me across the face and told me that he only had eyes for me, then laugh. I felt so dirty and helpless once he was done. Once I got my bearings, I ran to Zara, throwing my arms around her neck and sobbing my heart out. She sat with me, letting me cry, while soothingly rubbing my back. The whole time, she was telling me that I had to stay strong, and not let this get to me like it was…

~End Flashback~

"That's all that happened. I would do chores around the ship, get beaten and raped ever night till the kraken attack. The only thing that kept me from throwing myself overboard and letting the sea claim me, was Zara. She kept me strong. That is until a ship called The Taker, came along.

"Apparently, Bellamy stole the captain of The Taker's wife. Bellamy used her as a slave and killed her not even two months later. The Captain, Robert Fontanez, I think his name was, wanted revenge for his wife's death. And that's what he did… well tried to do, anyway.

"I don't really remember exactly what happened because I was knocked over the head pretty hard while fighting. But what I do remember was Captain Fontanez, His son, and about 15 of his men, snuck up onto the slave ship and started to attack.

"I fought with all I had, but was knocked out half way through the fight. The last thing I saw was Zara and Luis, Captain Fontanez's son, sneaking away. That was the last time I ever saw her. When I woke up, I was still on the ship. I had a big gash on the back of my head and blood all over the floor.

"Things went back to normal on the ship. Working, getting beaten and raped every day and every night. I swore that I would keep going strong, for Zara's sake, for my Mother's sake. I knew they both wouldn't want me to give up easily.

"Then the kraken attack happened and you saved me. For that, I owe you my life," I said.

"You don't owe me anything, luv," he said. "You've been through so much…"

"That I have Jack… That I have."

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