and here we go again, another sequel... of Jack and Ravenica.. i might as well call it a soap opera..lol.. anyway.. hope you like the sequel.. im happy with it, even though im not sure where its going...i'll have to ponder that later.. as always read and review because i need motivation to do anything these days.. later!

Summary: 10 years after Jack left with taking Lydia with him, Ravenica makes a stop for supplies, only to meet our favorite pirate once again. will they be able to get along?

Mistakes I've Made

Chapter 1

"Broken"

10 Years Later

I sat in my cabin aboard Hell's Mistress; my auburn hair had grown to just above my waistline. I wore black breeches, a loose white shirt the two top buttons left undone. Brown boots that came up to my knees adorned my feet. I held a feather ink pen in my right hand. Since Jack had left me taking Lydia along with him I no longer had any interest in the treasure I was seeking. I allowed James, my first mate, to take control of Hell's Mistress while I stayed in my cabin. I only went out of my cabin at night when no one was on deck. I didn't know where we were and didn't really care. My world crashed down around me and I lost all interest in everything. I heard the men talk, I wasn't deaf, and I just chose not to talk to them. They talked about how I had gone crazy, insane; they called it a "shame" that I was a great leader until I allowed love to enter my life. "She could have been great," they would say. "But, she got to close to someone and it clouded her vision."

The men were right; I just didn't want to believe it. I became obsessed with Jack's memory. I could visualize him in front of me, doing things to me. I began to loose sight of what was real and what was an illusion. Three years ago I began to write of the love between Jack and I, from the day we met to every event I could recall. I was only half done with the tale. I wanted to remember everything that happened. I heard somewhere near a year ago now that Jack had finally settled down. Gibbs had full control of The Black Pearl until Jack decided to go back onto the high seas. Lydia was attending school; she would have turned fifteen last month. I took a drink from my last bottle of rum. James informed we were running out of supplies two days ago.

I heard a knock on my cabin door. I knew it was James; he is the only one who is allowed to disturb me.

"What is it?" I asked gruffly.

James entered my cabin and looked over the mess. Parchments and rum bottles littered the floor. "We need to stop for supplies."

"So? Then we will stop. What's the problem?"

"Nothing thought I'd tell ye we are stopping in Port Royal."

"Um, no where not." I said, shaking my head no.

"We have no choice, we badly need supplies."

"So? We can wait until the next Port… can't we?" I asked with a hopeful smile.

"No, we are completely out of supplies. Ye know I wouldn't stop if we really didn't 'ave reason to." He said, shifting nervously from his right foot to his left foot.

I sighed, knowing he was right and having no choice. "Fine, we will stop in Port Royal, only for supplies then we will be on our way. It should only take a few hours."

"Only if the supplier has everything we need." He said, with a half smile.

"How long until we reach the port?" I asked

"Few 'ours, three at the most."

I nodded slowly. "Thanks for the warning, get back to the 'elm."

I watched James leave my cabin, closing the door quietly behind him. James was a good man, a honest man too. I knew we were in bad need of supplies I heard the men complain about there being no food and little rum. The last place in the world I wanted to stop was Port Royal, but as it seemed I had no choice. I wouldn't be able to hide in my cabin; whenever we had to stop for supplies I had no choice but to go. I was the one who had to talk with the supplier, to make sure the job was done right. I trusted no one with this job.

I gave a heavy sigh and looked around my cabin. I walked over toward the end table that sat next to my bed. I picked up the brush from the table and ran it though my matted hair. I had to get cleaned up for appearance sake. After a half an hour of some well needed grooming, I was ready to go out into the sunshine for the first time in years. I began to become nervous as I waited in my cabin for the call that we were ready to dock. I sat on the edge of my bed and looked around my cabin. After waiting for what seemed like an eternity James finally entered the cabin. I held my hand over my eyes to escape from the almost blinding sunlight.

"We are ready to dock, captain." He said looking at me. "Ye ready to go out into the sun light?"

"As ready as I'll be for awhile." I said, standing up from the edge of my bed. I picked up a long black cloak that hung over the back of a chair that sat at the table. I threw it over my shoulders and pulled the hood up on my head. I then placed my sword at my side and covered it with my cloak.

"Yer goin' to fry in that get up." James said

"I don't care, I don't want to be seen." I told him, brushing past him to step foot out of my cabin. I felt the warm noon sun find my face it was warm and inviting. I sighed and blinked a few times trying to get my eyes to focus in the bright light. All of the time spent in my cabin during the day my eyes had become unaccustomed to the light.

"Glad to see ye out, captain." I heard a man say with a half smile.

I only nodded in response wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible. I wanted to be on my way somewhere far away from here. "The men are to stay aboard the ship, no one leaves. I want to make this quick." I stated as I walked toward the makeshift ramp that had been placed on the dock. James nodded, as did the rest of my men as I passed them.

I stepped foot on the dock and looked at my surroundings. It was a bright sunny midsummer day.

The dock master approached me with a soft smile. "It's two shillings to tie up your boat at the dock." He said, holding out his hand. His gray wig blowing as a breeze shot through from the sea.

I slightly rolled my eyes and dug in the pocket of my cloak, pulling out two shillings. "Here ye are, my good sir." I said with a certain politeness.

"Thank you." He smiled, placing the shillings in a small leather pouch. He then walked away to take care of other customers.

I sighed in a happiness he hadn't recognized me. I walked down the deck in an even pattern. I watched under the hood of my cloak as I passed through the bustling port. Women eyed me with a look of distain in their eyes as I passed. My legs were no longer a dark tan. They were now a light tan that was fading fast. Men stared at me as I passed, watching my legs move in swift motions while their wives smacked their arms and they quickly looked away. Only to revert their stare back to me when their wives were not looking. I tried not to bump into the women as they went about their shopping. The shouts of the peddlers that were selling goods got lost in my train of thought.

"Come buy my goods, apples for 3 shillings!" I'd hear a peddler yell.

"I'll sell you an apple for 2 shillings!" I'd hear another yell as I continued on my way through the port.

The salty air of the sea filled my nose along with the smell of fresh cut flowers from the carts of the sellers. I didn't look at the peddlers to show I had no interest in buying any of their goods. They only moved on to their next customer. Memories of all the time Jack and I had spent here in Port Royal flowed back into my mind. The memories were no longer lost; I could make out every memory. My memory had become vivid; I could almost smell the muskiness of Jack, which was always with a distant smell of rum. I shook the memories from my head as I set my mind back to my responsibility, getting supplies so I could get the hell out of here. The memories flowed like wine, thick and sweet. I tried to ignore them to the best of my ability but failed miserably.