Heart of Glass

A Pirate's Daughter's Adventure

The Prologue

"Daddy!" I whined for the hundredth time, as I stood by the dock, daring not to step a single foot upon the boat.

Pirate Rule Number Three-Women bring bad luck onto a ship.

"How long will you be gone for, Daddy?"

"Beaux, bring the rum over to the ramp!" I heard Jack shout down at me, making me quickly scuttle over to a stalk of items still waiting to be loaded onto to Black Pearl. But I struggled to pick up one large glass bottle holding Jack's favorite drink. Rum.

I wobbled over to the very edge of the ramp, where I placed the rum, next to several other bottles of rum, which another pirate had set there.

I went back to pick up another jug, and shouted back up at the deck of the ship," Daddy! Answer me!"

"Cheeky little one, ain't she?" I heard Pintel chuckle behind me, as he patted the top of my head, and walked up the ramp with Ragetti, following right next to him.

"Yeah! Yeah she is!" Ragetti agreed with him, chuckling the way up the ramp, caring barrels of their own.

I set down on bottle of rum, before placing my hands upon my hips in defiance.

For being only ten years of age, I had a right to know how long my father was going to be away for again.

Yes, my mother did hate him more than death, as did my father hate my mother, but I loved both of them to no avail. Thus, I was determined to not live my life without either one of them.

"Daddy!"

In one gracefully jump, Jack landed upon the ramp, only to run right over to the rum.

I scowled at him. He was the Captain, and he could command my father to come down here and at least say good bye to me. And I had brought over two bottles of his nasty rum.

"Beaux," Jack knelt down to my level, holding the two bottles of rum I had just carried over with enviously amount of ease," you are more persistent than most birds I've met in my time."

I rolled my eyes at him, while he stood up and shouted towards the deck," Barbossa, come down here and walk your girl back home, then we'll set sail."

With that Jack went strutting up the ramp, swaying his hips, like he was one of the whores that worked in the brothel/bar/hotel my mother owned.

But I patiently looked up the ramp, waiting for my father to make his way down to me. It wasn't until I saw his flamboyant hat, did I put on a smile, and eagerly watched as he slowly made his way down to me, with his eyes were down the whole time.

"Daddy-"But his large, callused hand, roughly grabbed my hand, and began dragging me away from the dock, in the early morning hours.

No one was on the muddy streets of Tortuga this early, except for departing pirates, drunken men and women whom had no other place to sleep or had forgotten where they would have slept. There were also the shop owners who were cleaning up from the previous night's fights, and several whores, who were heading to their place of employment to give part of their profits up, get a warm meal, rest, and a good cleaning, before going back off to work.

But my father never spoke to me, as he dragged me through the cloudy, yet foggy, island, back to my home (which was also more mother's place of employment).

I had begun to think that because I had come to the docks that morning; he was upset with me, because I was going against my mother's wishes.

Suddenly he stopped in his tracks, and knelt down in front of me, still holding my hand.

I looked directly into his gray pools, of swirling liquid colored, eyes, trying to behave and take heed to everything my father was going to say to me.

But it distracted me; it felt like I was looking into a mirror, when it came to my father's eyes. For the only thing I had inherited from my father were his mysterious eyes.

"Beaux," my father took my other hand," You need to behave for your mother. After all she knows what is best for you."

I opened my mouth in protest, but he cooed," Even though you are growing up quite quickly; you need to listen to your mother, when I'm not around. And truth be told…I don't know when I'll be going back."

I closed my mouth, and watched my father's bitter sweet expression mold his tanned face.

"I promise, that I'll write to you, whenever we reach a dock." My father reassured. But he had always written me letters whenever he was away. But I was never allowed to write one back, for he would leave a place just as fast as he had arrived in it. My mother also didn't approve of me contacting my pirate father, either.

I gave a small nod of thanks, as I looked down at my small soft hands, in my father's hands.

"Come here poppet," he sighed, as he picked me up, and carried me down the streets.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and rested my head upon my shoulder, not saying a word to him, for I didn't want to ruin what could possibly the last moment with my father.

But when we came up to my home, I spotted my mother standing in the door way, waiting for my father to deliver me back to her, before he left.

My mother seemed to have a sixth sense about me. She always knew where I had gone off too, and what I was thinking about.

She looked angry, but she remained silent, as she just watched my father and me.

My father placed me down upon the ground, in the center of the street, not daring to move any closer to my mother.

"Behave for your mother." He kissed the top of my head.

"I'll miss you, Daddy," I whispered quietly up to him, trying to hold back my tears.

"I'll miss you too, Beaux," he patted the top of my head, before he gave a curt nod to my mother and made his way back down to the dock.

I just stood there, looking down the street after my father. At that moment, I had a gut feeling I would never see him again, or at least not for many years to come. As it was his last trip had been for just over a year, and he had only spent a day in Tortuga, while Jack bought supplies and sold booty.

"Come on, Beaux," my mother grabbed my shoulder, dragging me into our home," pirates are nothing but little boys who still believe in those tails of treasure, glory, and gold. They just can't live in the real world."

Sophie's Code of Conduct Number Two-Pirates Are Little Boys, Who Refuse To Bathe, Eat Properly, Believe In Old Wife's Tales, And Can't Live In The Real World.

Without a word more said between my mother and me, I knew now that I was out of my comfort zone and back to work.

Now I was forced back into manual labor, where I washed dishes, mend clothing, helped the "associates" (aka the whores) get ready for their long night and day of working, washing clothes, and cleaning the home.

And I would only be forced into more work as I got older.

It was times like this I missed my father, his shipmates, and Captain Jack.

But for now, I am only Beaux Hélène Béatrix du Barry, the daughter of Sophie Marie du Barry.

Yet I strived to be, Beaux Hélène Béatrix Barbossa, the daughter of Sophie du Barry and Hector Barbossa. A pirate's daughter, who led a life of adventure and love.

Disclaimer: I do not own the POTC series, nor any of it's characters.