This is my first fanfiction and im wondering how it will turn out. P.O.T.C has always and forever will be my childhood movie, adding Assassins creed to it is just unexplainable.
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I couldn't tell if the woman was pleading not to be hit or if she was already used to the pain. Either way, i wasn't used to seeing this kind of stir in the market. Picking up my skirts I jogged with a purpose to help her in any way i can. The lady was already on her knees, hair being yanked back from her husband that threatened her with another blow. Until i stopped it. His fist in mid air as I firmly held his arm, pushing him backwards on to the basket he was complaining about. People stopped to see what was going on by now. Shrugging off the stares i cared little of it, what mattered most was the woman in tears with a strand of red liquid trickling down her for head. The man beating her stood up shaking away ingredients that fell on him. With a glare i held him off, picking up the lady from the ground.
"You should have never done that miss." The woman hoarsely said,"you-you should have never.."
"He should have never done this to you then, do you have family that will treat you to your wounds?" I asked wiping away bits of dirt off her face. She moved back from my hand, her shoulders slumped and her head hanged. A man isn't gentlemen if he treats another human being as less. This always made me feel troubled towards others. I fished through my purse taking out a few coins that made her eyelids opened slightly.
"Take this." I whispered to her, curling her fingers around the sliver. "And make sure this selfish disrespectful git doesn't lay a hand on you again, promise?" I said clear enough for the man to hear.
She hasn't looked up at me when I helped her up from the ground. Until I made her promise did she look up. Her eyes brimming with tears but she blinked them back. Greyish eyes stared back at me, sadness yes, but there was also something in them. Like if I helped her discover something. Something that has shown her the light in years. She nodded.
"What's your name?" I asked
"she wont answer to you" the man said, his posture slim and gruff, a man so cruel you can distinct him as a rat.
"I'll answer to whoever I feel like." The woman said, her voice unsteady but still holding her ground all the same.
The man snickered. "You think this act will help you later on?" he mocked "were going home and you will be the same woman I had made you to be."
"To that there will no be trouble. She will not be living under your standards for now she will work for me under the household of The Sparrow residence." My tongue slipped with words I had not yet made to plan come out of my mouth. I couldn't bring them back as I saw the contentment on her face and the jaw dropping form this mans face.
I walked side by side with the woman who's name I do not know yet. Leaving the man behind must have been the best thing she has ever done in all her years. I was glad to have witnessed that.
"Thank you for saving my life Ms. Sparrow. I would have never known that one of the most wealthiest people would be so kind." She said
"Nonsense anyone with a sense would have done the same. Does not matter who it would be, you were lucky enough that it was me." I said "what is your name ma'am?"
"Tatiana, you can call me Tia, Ms. sparrow." she said.
"You can call me Nadia, do not listen to what my mother says, you wont work for her but for my Uncle, Homer Sparrow" I said.
My family is one of the wealthiest and powerful amongst Port Royal, next to the Swan residence. Only my family is known for importing goods and armor to and from other ports. Were not governors or helpers of this establishment. My father Samuel Sparrow, who has past away when I was fifteen has led my mother and uncle homer to work on what was left of the business. It was also at fifteen when I was sent to an academy somewhere in the west part of the Caribbean sea. My mother thinking it would be proper for a young lady to grow up as an educated woman should. Educated yes, but never would I take orders from a man nor woman that make a wrong point.
Three agonizing years I was in the academy. three bloody years that made me miss my uncle and Tia. Once schooling was over I came back with open arms from Tia and my uncle. My mother on the other hand had other woman parties and meetings to attend, I rarely see her and when I do I greet her with a nod.
"hello mother how are you?"
"fine dear" And that would be it.
My fathers passing did took a toll on us. He would always grab my mom by the waist and kiss her playfully on the neck. Her laughs radiant around the mansion making the place fill with joy. But with father gone there is only a stiff smile that she makes. Almost forced. I miss when he would call me Wildflower, like the ones he always picked for mother. "There's my little wildflower, strong and independent" He would say.
"a strong woman needs a man besides her to maker her feel something, if not anything at all." My mother would budge in. I would laugh at the both of them, to young to think about marriage but old enough to think of love.
"New ages bring new minds of spirit and guidance, I know you'll do right than to marry some Spaniard. Just do not tell your mother I told you that." I chuckled and shrugged off my fathers words. But now his young wildflower is beginning to wither, each flower petal falling as the day comes for me to marry. Each petal has fell from my mothers vase that she has in her bedroom already.
"hello mother how are you?"
"fine dear, just fine" she would say.
"Not marry!?" Elizabeth gasped, "Nadia what do plan on doing for the rest of your life if you do not plan on marrying?" Clearly the statement I gave just a few seconds ago amused her. Like a child would say something that would entertain a parent, when the child means to be serious. I gave her a stern look, tempted to raise my voice if was being mocked.
Instead I asked, "Why marry a man you do not love? We are the daughters of very important people, following the orders of a role our own children will soon have to follow" I paused to see if she understood that I was being serious. Her eyelids opened slightly, intrigued, at the sudden outcome.
"Don't you think its time for this to end. To do as we like. When do you see us sticking out to help in office? When do you see us as something more than the puppets of men?." I said. Every word planned from the beginning. We sat in the balcony of Elizabeth's place, tea on the table, and a clear view of the ocean and the people of Port Royal. The weather was nothing but fresh air and a nice clear blue sky. Only it was a matter of time before the change in the winds would be upon us. I ignored it, its not like if I will go sailing any time soon. I ignored my tea, untouched and on the table.
"You are right Nadia, our lives is nothing but gossip here. What fancy new silk are they wearing? Who would they marry? What will become of us because of them?" ,Elizabeth mimicked "Other than that, our lives are well and with no worries, no restrictions from-"
I arched my eyebrow, smirking. Elizabeth gave me a smug look. "That's besides the point, we can't be making problems when there isn't any" She said .