Crystal was in her trailer, getting ready for her first day on the set. She had just been selected to be a part of the new Pirates of the Caribbean movie.

She stepped out of her trailer, looking and feeling like a total stranger. Her long, black hair was now in braid and she was dressed similarly to Will Turner.

When she got to the set, the director wanted to start right away.

"And... Action!" He yelled.

Crystal got into position and ran to Orlando. She wrapped her arms around his waist and said her lines.

"Hey Dad, how was work?" She asked, looking up at him. It felt real, like she actually had a good father.

Orlando ruffled her hair and said, "It was good, Annie."

He picked her up and held her close. Crystal lay her head on his chest. Not to make it look more real, but because she felt safe in his arms. The director seemed to think it was acting.

They moved onto the next scene, which required Crystal to pretend to have a nightmare.

Crystal changed into the nightgown that the set provided for her and crawled into the bed. She closed her eyes and waited for her cue. But as she waited she actually began to fall asleep and began to have an actual nightmare.

*Dream*
"Get up brat it's time for school!" Crystal heard her father yell. She opened her eyes to see that she was back in her bedroom. Crystal felt her heart sink. Had it really just been a dream.

Crystal got up and got dressed. She then grabbed her lunch and tried to run out the door. But she was to slow and her father pinned her to the wall. Crystal began to scream for help but her father put his hand over her mouth.

"Shut up! No one can hear you. And even if they could, why would they help someone as worthless as you?" Her father yelled in her face.

He took his belt off and was about to whip Crystal. Suddenly Crystal saw a blinding light and she heard someone calling her name.
*End Of Dream*
Crystal bolted upward, crying.

Orlando heard crying. He turned around to see Crystal crying. It wasn't time for that scene yet so he knew something was wrong. He went over to her and sat on the bed.

Crystal looked up to see Orlando sitting on her bed, looking at her with a concerned expression.

"Crystal, what's wrong?" Orlando asked, putting a hand on her shoulder.

Out of pain, Crystal flung herself into his arms and buried her face into his chest.

"H-he hurts m-me!" Crystal sobbed, gripping the leather jacket Orlando was wearing.

"Who's hurting you?" Orlando asked, completely confused.

"M-my father. H-he pinned m-me down a-and he w-was about t-to whip m-me with h-his belt. He's d-done stuff l-like this t-to me f-for my whole l-life!" Crystal sobbed, burying her face into his chest.

Orlando felt a surge of anger go through him. How has he not noticed it before? The child had become so attached to him within a matter of days, never bringing up the subject of her own family.

Picking her up, he carried her back to his own trailer, knowing that the matter should be discussed in private.

When he got back to his trailer he set her down on the bed. He sat down and once again, pulled her into his lap. He massaged her neck, hoping to sooth her nerves.

"Crystal, I want you to be honest with me. Does your father abuse you?" Orlando asked, secretly knowing the answer.

Crystal looked up at him. His gaze wasn't intimidating, but it was gentle and fatherly.

She nodded and let tears flow freely. She snuggled closer and closed her eyes, beginning to fall asleep.

Orlando rocked her gently and ran his hand through her hair. He knew what he had to do. He had to expose Crystal's father for what he was doing.

Orlando knew that if he could get enough people on his side, he may be able to save Crystal from her father. And that was exactly what he planned to do. All he could do now was wait.