A/N: Annabelle's back! After reading reviews for Who am I? I figured it was high time I got into the second movie! This will explain a lot more of Annabelle's past, as will it show a lot more BellxHector.

Annabelle Rose brushed her hair out of her face. "As soon as I grow up, I'm going to be a rich person! I'm going to live a mansion, and own a hundred servants!"
"That's wonderful, dear. Why don't you go tell this to Heather?" Annabelle looked up at her mother.

"She'll live with me to!" Annabelle ran off, and picked up a small doll, which she hugged to her chest, and started talking about her future of luxury, which her young mind believed to be true.

Annabelle groaned as she sat up, running her fingers through her blue-black hair. After a few months of living with Tia Dalma she had been having more and more of her memory came back. A few areas were still fuzzy, but then again, it would be after hitting your head off a cannon. She sighed, standing up. Tia was humming quietly downstairs when she entered, and she smiled at her. "Good morning, Tia."
"Good morning Bell." Tia smiled, and Annabelle laughed as Jack Jones, Barbossa's pet monkey, climbed up her side and sat on her shoulder.

"Good morning Jack." After spending four weeks with Jack, and another long time outside of a Turkish prison, they had traveled to a small island. Jack had been named a god by the locals, and the arrival of William Turner had ended up being their saviour. They had left the guard dog from Port Royal there, but they figured it would be fine.

"T'inkin about de past, Bell?" Tia broke into Annabelle thoughts and she nodded. "What exactly are ye t'inkin about?"

"Pelegosto." Annabelle smiled. "And Jack running down the beach towards us like a lunatic, followed by a whole tribe of cannibals."
"Witty Jack is smarter den you tink." Tia murmured, and Annabelle sighed. She knew Jack was smart; it was obvious with his death defying stunts he knew what he was doing… Well, most of the time.

"I know." Annabelle smiled as she pet Jack. It had taken forever to get the cheeky monkey into a cage and bring him to Tia in the first place, and she remembered Gibbs face as Tia had opened the cage, letting the monkey free. "Tia? About Hec-"
"When it is time I will tell you." Annabelle sighed. When she had explored Tia's small shack, she had almost fallen back in astonishment at the sight of Hector's body, lying on a small bed. Tia had not explained right away why Hector was there, but eventually Annabelle had convinced Tia to give up the information.

"Captain Barbossa… He is not a man you wish dead. I need him myself, and for dat, I am bringing him back." Annabelle frowned at this.
"How?" Tia hadn't answered Annabelle, but instead had walked away.

Every day for the next few months, she would just sit in the room, holding Barbossa's hand and wondering what the voodoo queen planned to do, wishing she could feel his strong arms around her waist and most night, she would fall asleep, not waking up at all as Tia would carry her back to her room, and tuck her in for the night.