At one time, I used to be a pirate. I used to be as free as the birds that fly over the ocean. I never followed rules or laws or anything like that. Of course, everyone has a code they live by. I did have pirate code, but... now that I'm no longer a pirate, I don't live by it anymore. Don't get me wrong... I don't mind not being on the ocean all the time, but I do miss it. I loved being free and truly not really ever having to listen to someone tell me what to do all the time. It's not like that now...
I had to give up being a pirate, when I almost got killed. I mean, trust me, every single day was a fight for my life, but... that time was different. My parents both got killed protecting me, so I decided to give it up. Of course, I still have my skills, but... I'm a bit rusty.
Anyways, here I am just living my life on the land, with my "brother", Will. He's not really my brother. It's a cover we used a long time ago, so I could get into the city. His father knew my parents. That's why he helped me. He found out about them getting killed, so... he helped me out.
We are close, though. He is like a brother to me, and I consider him a brother.
Moving on, here I am just... wasting my days away with Will. All we do is sit in his shop and make weapons. However... everything changes when an infamous pirate shows up out of nowhere.
Everything turns upside down, after I meet... "Mistah Captain Jack Sparrow..."
or.. Mistah J, as I like to call him, just to get on his nerves....
They say what's in the past keep it in the past but I wanted to know all about my past. It was things that I didn't know and that I wanted and needed to know! But my life turned upside down when my past is exactly what I should have left alone. Now if you ask me how it all began, I don't exactly remember but I know it started when I moved in with my grandma who I haven't met in all my twenty years of living. I have been in and out of foster homes since I can remember, living with families I knew nothing about. Being the outcast and them constantly asking me what's wrong because I simply did not speak. The only thing that kept me sane was my good grades throughout school. I got the satisfaction of doing the one thing that people kept telling me over and over I couldn't do. I stayed to myself and graduated high school with honors, getting a full-ride scholarship to any college of my choice. Of course, by having this accomplishment, it didn't make it any easier for me between my foster families. To them, I became the girl who was better than them. But I didn't care because when I turned twenty I finally got to start making my own choices. This is where I wonder if the first choice I made was the right one. The first choice I made was to go live off-campus with my grandmother during my first semester in college. I ask myself how could I be so stupid? But you will see just how stupid I was. Or was I?