Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Pirates of the Caribbean, except two posters which I cherish beyond reason.

Summary: This is told in Ana Maria's POV. It'll cover the various times she got herself involved with the notorious Captain Jack Sparrow, and why I believe she was absent during the event of DMC. It's actually kinda angsty, just so you know.

This is my first PotC fic, so PLEASE be kind.

Chapter 1

I was born a slave, but I'd be bloody damned if I would be one all my life. Would not work on that sugar plantation just as me mama had. I would not be ordered, would not be owned.

Me ma was half Portuguese, half African. She was born on a plantation in Brazil, but was sold by her owner, who was her own bloody father, when she was fifteen to an Englishman who owned a sugar plantation on one of the Caribbean islands. There, she had to work hard in the fields under the scorching sun every day.

Quiet and gentle-like was me ma. She never caused no trouble. But it's cuz of that she ended up a damned bed warmer to one of the plantation overseers. More than one, actually. I never knew who me pa was, and I really don't give damn.

By the time I was seven, I'd already decided not to be a slave forever. I would not be treated like a bloody animal just cuz of my skin color. I'd be stubborn and sass my owner. This, naturally, lead to more beatings than I can even remember. I still have scars from those bastards who thought they could break me.

Me mama died of a fever when I was only fourteen. Me bastard owner wouldn't spend money on a doctor just for a slave.

It was then I went mad with hate. Hate for me life, me owners, everything. I even stuck that bastard owner. He beat me hisself then, and swore he would sell me far into South America. I was loaded down with irons and packed onto the first merchant ship heading for Brazil.

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I lost track of time on that damned dirty ship. The bastards kept me shackled below-deck and starved me so I couldn't fight them. Them yellow bastards were afraid of a bone-skinny fourteen year-old lass.

Then I heard loud shouts, and loud noises. I soon found out they was cannon fire.

I heard the door to the galley I was kept in open. The voices became clearer.

"Barbossa, tell the men to take whatever plunder they can find. I'm going down to find me some rum."

Though I felt weak with hunger and was in shackles, I readied me self for a fight. The man that lumbered down was the oddest looking man I'd ever laid eyes on. By the dark complexion I thought him to be Portuguese or Spanish, but he didn't speak with any kind of accent. He had wild black hair and a beard with beads in it. There was also black paint round his eyes. There was a half-mad smile on his lips. He looked to be barely thirty.

He stopped short when he caught site of me, and his smile faded.

"No rum here, I fancy."

He made to come close to me.

"Get away from me! I'll kill ye!"

The man stopped and held his hands out.

"Easy lass. I ain't gonna hurt ye. I'd wager today's yer lucky day."

I spat. "Yer a loony. Why would I be believing ye."

That mad smile came up again. "Luv, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."

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