A/N: This is my first potc fan fiction so we'll see how this goes. :) Also this first chapter as of most of these events occur before TCOTBP (aka potc #1) *None of these characters are mine unless I say so. Though some of the story plot and Cora belongs to me. As well as a certain oc that may be introduced later on in the story.

"Oi, you lot, get back in line." I hear for the fifth time today as well as a crack of a whip. Making me flinch, even though I was not the one receiving the beating. My sister whimpers slightly, despite being the fact she was almost 15. We were slaves, bound on a slave traders ship to meet up with the Wench who would later crate us all to a plantation in Africa. Though we were not always so...

Once living a free life wherever we pleased. But then my father got involved with some work with the EITC soon after we moved to India and then our lives changed. He was killed by the elder Mr. Beckett, my mother, sister and I sold as slaves as a result. Moving from one master and mistress to the next until once we attempted running away. A attempt we did not succeed causing us to end up in the situation we found ourselves in now.

No, the life of a slave was not pleasant and that was the point. It was a punishment of sorts, or another way to make another feel inferior or lowly. I still have scars and memories from that time, and most I wish to forget. All except one....

The day I found love offered by the hands of a pirate. He gave me freedom, a family, a life. And most of importantly of all hope. When I thought in the darkest of places I had none. And for that I can never thank him enough for.

But for the time's and story's sake we'll go now back to the beginning of this tale. So you'll know every part and not miss a bit of what I will tell.

~~~few months before boarding the Wicked Wench ~~~

Cora's POV:

101. One hundred and one of us slaves lined up in the hot sun. It's rays which would have been kind in the shade beat down upon us , baking our skin. I glance over at my mother who looked rather poorly wiping her forehead which was beaded with sweat. My sister Nancy not any better herself. The buyer looked us all over. Checking each of us from head to toe. His stare going up and down me causing discomfort to myself. I shift my dusty and sore feet nervously. Unable to say or do a thing. He finally got to the last slave and turned to the seller. "We'll take them all. " The stranger says, handing a bag of coins to our previous owner. "Except the green eyed girl, she is... imperfect. Not even good enough to be a wench." He says with an evil smirk. "Too skinny and frail. She would not make the trip. Not that I'm concerned, but Beckett doesn't want bad cargo."

I watch in horror as Nancy is pulled from the line, making me quietly gasp. My sister's eyes filled with fear of the unknown. Worse to her than being chained with us. "Load them up!" A sailor shouted, giving a command to start putting us on his ship. They start doing so, cracking a whip every now and then. Us slaves now numbering 100 as they ship us to our fate... which might possibly end in us dead, way long before we reached it. One could only hope and pray that they'd make it out alive, and whole so I did.

Determined not to give up hope, though my spirit would soon break....

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So, how was it? What'd you guys think? If you'd like please leave a comment or two as that'd be extremely helpful. Also if there's any advice you'd like to suggest to me please feel free to do so in a friendly manner. Thanks and "Live long and prosper." - Isilwen.

Ps. I may or may not finish this story depending on how it turns out but I will try to if you guys like it enough to want to continue reading more. :)