Disclaimer: I do not own anything from POTC, unfortunately. I do however own Isabel Lawson,Her Mother,Father,Charles and Lieutenant Joseph Richardson and any other character I decide to add, I will be strictly following the plot of the first story "The Curse Of The Black Pearl" therefore characters will have the same lines and it will follow the same events, minor adjustments to allow Isabel to became apart of it. Thank you for everyone taking time to read this and the story, it is much appreciated.

CHAPTER ONE: The Beginning Of It All.

I tossed viciously in my bed, from left to right before doing the same once more... again? - again I was having another restless night.

Those eyes,they haunted my dreams nearly every night with their dark evil that resided behind them and they accomplished their goal every time by scaring me more than I thought was possible.

I startled from the recurring dream,my long blond locks dropping over my shoulder and the beads of sweat gathering on my forehead - before long they began dripping slowly onto my bedsheets, making the fabric wet and soggy.

My breathing sped up and then before I knew it I was struggling for air, I glanced at the portrait of my father that hung proudly over my dressing table. His eyes were warm and happy, making me feel safe once more, like it did the night before he left to sail the seas... he had told me that night "When it hurts to look back, and you're scared to look ahead, you can look inside you and i will be right there" - he then placed his large hand on my thumping heart - of course, he never returned..

I returned from my memories, to the present day. My eyes filled with silly tears - I had learned to live with my fathers death, after all I wasn't expected to cry. "A lady with such a high status shouldn't show such emotions" my mother had told me countless time throughout the years.

My mother kept her high status when father died, but it wasn't long though until she was expected to be married again and so she did, to Lieutenant Joseph Richardson - which automatically made the family's status grow higher and our wealth too.. At first I felt betrayed, I felt has if my mother had betrayed my father this was mainly down to the fact that my father,James was such a good honest man and Lieutenant was,well basically - a pig.

But as time passed, I began understand my mother's true intentions - she wanted me - her daughter to have the best in life,to put it blankly - a wealthy suitable husband.

Laying my head back into the soft pillow, I pulled my sheets to my chest before falling into which I hoped would be a peaceful slumber.

"Miss Lawson?"

"Miss Lawson...Isabel?"

My eyes opened slowly to the sound of my maids which was then followed by repeated knocking, huffing in a annoyance I swung my feet around the bed so that they meet the cold morning floor.

"you may enter" I replied, rising from the bed in my undergarments.

I then wait for the white door to open and my maid's faces to be revealed.

"Morning Miss Lawson, your mother has set us to give you this" the first maid, extends her arms towards me,a square package sitting comfortably in them.

"what is it?" I question them suspiciously, my eyebrow rising lightly

"a dress my lady, for Captain Norrington's promotion ceremony" the other maid informs me as she lets the morning light blaze in through the window.

I make my way slowly to behind the wooden screen, the maids follow suit, to help of course.

"Isabel? - did you get..um..your father's present?"

The maids suddenly stopped their tugging on the corset and look at one another, my breath gets caught in my throat but is it because of the question or the corset squeezing the air from the depths of my lungs?

"Mother, how many time must i tell you - he is not my father, he will never be my father" I spit, before indicating to the maids to resume their previous actions.

"Isabel, please.. Lieutenant Joseph - has been a fine father figure since James died, he only wants the best for your future.. like me" my mother keeps to her calm tone before changing the subject.

"Hows the dress coming along, apparently its very in fashion in London at the moment - many of the ladies in Port Royal have been wearing them, such beautiful dresses"

"It's hard to breath, mother" I answer, my airways closing up slightly.

"Well, we want you to look the best you possibly can for Charles..don't we my daughter"

Charles was a Royal Navy solider, he came from a wealthy background - in fact he was seen as one of Port Royals finest suitors and any lady would be lucky to call him her husband. He was close friends with James Norrington of course, which put him in good books with Lieutenant Joseph.

I had meet him at a ball held by my step-father, it was said that Charles had became very fond of me the very first time he laid his on me, but i personally felt differently - it wasn't that he was unattractive, far from it actually...but I didn't love him - I wanted to marry the man I loved,not the one that everyone else loved apart from me.

"Yes, Mother - but I'm sure there are finer women that would enjoy Charles company, as the man does seem to blabber on"

"Isabel, do no be so rude - Charles is a fine young man, and you would lucky to take him as your husband"

I mimicked my mothers words as she spoke them, making one of the maids grow a slight smile

"but you are forgetting one tiny,significant detail mother dearest - my heart doesn't lie with Charles" I replied, my tone becoming serious

"Marriage is not about Love anymore,my daughter"

I could tell that i had hit a nerve with her, because before long Margaret had picked up her dress and walked out of the bedroom in silence

"There my lady, you look completely breathtaking - Charles isn't going to know what has hit him" my maid gushes

walking to my mirror,I examine the dress to its tiniest detail - its a lovely dress, it truly it is but to be honest I had grown tiresome of fancy balls and ceremonies..it wasn't me, it wasn't what I dreamed of doing. No what I, Isabel Lawson dreamed of most in the world was Adventure - to explore lands of the unknown, to sail the enchantment of the seas and to have the pleasure of meeting new quirky people. But instead I was doomed to the life of a wife.

I twirled around happily in my scarlet dress, my golden locks flowing gently too - I stop suddenly at the raised voices coming from downstairs, my mother and Lieutenant.

"what do you mean she doesn't want to marry Charles? - i have worked hard, so that your daughter may have the finer things in life and now you tell me that she doesn't want to marry him, she is crazy!" Joseph snapped, i could hear the rage in his voice.

"I know, I know my sweet - but she says she doesn't love him, we cannot false her into a marriage she doesn't want" my mother replies trying to reason with him,but I can tell that isn't going to work - seeing as he is the man of the house,everything goes his way or else.

"Love?" Joseph scoffs at the idea, before continuing

"I do not care if she loves him or not, this is what is best for her future and this is what is going to happen - this is not her choice!" I hear his hand slam on what seems to be a table, rushing to the side of the banister I see my mother tremble with fear.

Her eyes lock with mine and she stops, drawing my presence to Lieutenant

"What is this nonsense your mother speaks of?" he shouts, sending me to stand my ground

"I wish not to marry Charles, another lady may have him and bear his children..not me" I turn to leave,but he catches my arm

"Now you listen to me Isabel, I have spent months and months arranging this so you may have a higher quality of life - YOU are not even my blood daughter, you will marry Charles and bear his children otherwise you will my darling daughter will be disowned by me and your mother"

His anger burst stops and before i know it he exits the house to the carriage waiting for us outside, my mother stands in shock as I look at her with plea in my eyes.

"Isabel..just do as he tells you, Charles will make you happy - you'll see" she whispers, tired emotionally.

I bite my lip slightly before glancing at the carriage waiting for me, life in high society is never easy.