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Not a Single Tear

Tortuga is a wild place, not a suitable place to raise a child. Unfortunately, that's exactly what my mother did. I have been living in Tortuga my whole life; I have been around drunken pirates and wenches. It's not that bad, I mean you just don't go outside when the sun goes down because that's when it gets really crazy.

My mother works in one of our towns many bars, at night. So I pretty much lock myself in our house, spending most of my time fantasizing about the sea. One of my many obsessions, my mother believes I have sickness when it comes to the ocean. So tonight she was taking me out on the beach for my fifteenth birthday; we always did this on my birthdays. It was a tradition that had been going on ever since I could remember and I would not let is be broken.

"Bella, I've got the sandwiches packed. You ready darling?" My mother, Claire, called from the kitchen/living area.

I was just placing my necklace around my neck; my mother said it was from my father. Only I don't know who he is or where he is, I keep it with me always. It was a golden ring with a very large stone placed upon it. I knew I was suppose to where it around my finger, but I put it on a chain where I knew I wouldn't lose it. As soon I was satisfied with my appearance I skipped into the kitchen where my mother was standing holding a basket at her hip. She smiled at me when I entered the room, "Look at my baby all grown up." She cooed as she took me in a hug.

"Mother, I'm still the same as I was yesterday." I explained trying to escape her sudden affection.

"I know I just can't believe your fifteen. It just seems like yesterday you were running around the house naked." She said, as her mind played random memories of my childhood.

I just rolled my eyes at her, "Can we good now?" I asked impatiently.

As my mother snapped out of her reverie I started for the door out of our house, she followed close behind and made sure to lock the door after us. We made our way around the town to avoid the crowd of pirates and we followed a trail leading through the woods. As we were walking I envisioned my mother and I building sand castles, wading in the water, collecting shells or clams and sometimes we try to catch fish with our bare hands. My birthday is one rare night I get to spend with my mother; otherwise she's always gone at the bar where she has to serve drunken pirates all night.

We reached the beach where I ran straight to the water, letting the wave's crash against my legs. My mother smiled at me and motioned me to come to her; I reluctantly got out of the water to join her. I sat down on the sand next to her and gazed at the sapphire sky, the sun had just set but it was still too early to see the stars. "Bella," my mother began, I turned part of my attention to her but the other part of me was playing with the sand at my feet. She continued, "I know you want to find your father."

When she said this I turned my full attention to her, because finding my father was one of my many obsessions I fantasized about.

She took a deep breath, "But he is a very hard man to find and he only comes to Tortuga once and awhile." By this time I was dreaming about him walking in our house to see his daughter he never knew. She continued without looking in my eyes, "He doesn't know he has a daughter and…" I cut her off because I didn't know what she was trying to tell me, but from the start of it I didn't want to hear the rest.

"Mother, what are you trying to tell me, because if it's bad I don't want to hear it." I said with my fingers finding their way to my necklace where they curled around the precise metal.

"Baby, no I didn't mean to start it off like that, I'm sorry. But I just thought since your fifteen you would like to know some things about him." She applied as her hand patted my knee.

I nodded, "Can I ask some questions?" I asked, she bobbed her head letting her black hair fall in front of her eyes. I raked my brain for a question, "Where did you meet him?" It seemed like a great question to start out with.

"I met him one night when I was working, I was twenty five at the time and he seemed dangerous and mysterious. I tried talking to him, but he seemed to be too preoccupied with his rum…but later on that night he came up to me and we started talking only for a little bit." She stopped and glanced at me, apparently that was the end to that answer.

I came up with another question, "What's his name?"

Her face went still and she seemed to be debating with herself, "No, no, I won't tell you."

It seemed so unfair, why wouldn't she tell me his name, it's not like I would go around the town asking for him…or maybe I would. But that didn't matter; I wanted to know who my father is. "Why won't you tell me?" I asked, gripping my hands into the sand.

She shook her head, "He's a pirate, and he wouldn't want anything to do with you. And if you decided to go out and look for him you're just going to end up getting hurt." Her hand reached for mine but I took it away from her. Why was she telling this to me on my birthday, I thought it was suppose to be fun? I was beyond hurt; I didn't even want to be around her anymore.

I got up and brushed the sand off my dress and walked toward the trail, "Bella, wait honey. I didn't mean to…" By then I didn't even know what she was saying because I was running, my heels kicking up dirt as I sped past the trees.

When I reached my house, I grabbed everything I thought I needed. Extra clothing, food, my necklace (which was already around my neck) and a hat.

I got everything ready and dressed in men's clothing we had lying around, I put my auburn hair up in the hat and I headed out into Tortuga without a second thought of my rash decision.

As soon as I was in the heart of town, I was beyond bewildered. People were literally crazy; one man was even dunking himself in a whole barrel or rum. As I walked down the street, occasionally being pushed my tipsy men. My heart was pounding in my chest when I saw a man coming straight for me, fury in his eyes. "What ar' ye doin' hwere boy?" He asked with a slur in his brusque voice that reeked of rum. His face was red and sweat was dripping down his temples, he reminded me of our neighbor's bull when it gets mad.

I lost all train of thought; words would not come out of my mouth like I wanted them to. "Umm…I just…just was heading to the… the docks." I replied trying to make my voice as manly as I could manage.

The man gripped my shoulders, "I don't tink you heard what I was sayin, boy?" I was completely confused, I knew he was drunk but why wasn't he letting me walk? Before I could say anything he pushed me down on the ground where I landed square on my bottom. The shock alone knocked my breath from my lungs and my vision went fuzzy. Just as his foot was about to kick me right in the stomach another man came over and punched my attacker straight in the jaw.

Before I could blink a fight erupted before my very eyes and it was all because I was walking down a street! I turned on my stomach and started to crawl to a near by building where I could hide and make my way to the docks. As soon as I was behind the building and secure from the fight that producing larger as I stood there, I made a beeline for the docks. I knew where they were because my mother always sent me down early on Sunday mornings when the pirates were still asleep to get chickens and milk from a merchant.

When I saw the familiar shape of the docks I was thrilled to see there was no one there, the ships were all tied up and put to sleep for the night. I climbed aboard one that looked like the fanciest pirate ship, it was black and it had a carving on the bow of a lady, almost like a mermaid who was stretching her arms out in front of her.

I searched the ship for a pleasant place I could sleep and that would be safely out of view of people, I found one below deck in the steerage room. Granted it had rats and water but I slept on top of the cargo and before I could even rethink my decision of running away I was fast asleep.

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