Summary: Definitely needs this to understand the plot. This is AU Dacey set in the time period of colonization times of America. However, America is not the setting as far as place. Macau is and I researched that time period. Macau was part of the slave trade from Africa to America. Therefore, it made sense that Lacey would be a part of the society in this place. I already used Macau in my other story and didn't want to change it so I made sure that Lacey's ancestors would be in this particular part of the world. Danny Desai is older than Lacey by five years. At first it may seem Janny but trust me. I am a huge Dacey fan and Janny isn't my endgame. MUST MAKE THAT CLEAR. Lacey is the daughter of Samuel and Judith Porter. However, the couple is biracial. Samuel is white. Her sister, Clara, is older than Lacey as well. Jo is three years older than Danny. Which makes her eight years older than Lacey. It is in story already so I stuck with the ages.

This is a fic of mine I did years ago for another fandom but I can't quit imagining Avan and Kylie in this type story. That is why the couple of Judy and Samuel is biracial as it was written that way and I don't want to change it due to it would take very long to make sure it fits. Sorry if this disappoints any readers. This is mainly more like a Kavan as I can see Avan and Kylie playing roles like this in a movie. It is very cheesy romance novel type story. Sorry. LOL.

The story will not fit Twisted Universe's characters at all. I still hope you enjoy as this fic is something I enjoyed writing years ago. Please leave notes negative or positive. I don't mind negativity as long as you don't ask for Janny or for me to change my characters because I think in the scheme of things, readers may like the journey I am on. However, I do expect negativity when in a lot of this fic. Feel free to bash me as you wish. I wrote this knowing I will receive some hate for my characters at first. This is completely written and responses will make me update sooner. This is a very long story as well. Well, it is 200 pages on word processor so it may not be as long as I think on this site.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask. I don't want anyone confused by terms (researched a lot pirate terminology) or story plot.

Rated T: Sexual situations, violence

WARNING: The Violence of a pirate's life is in this. I researched it. Although, it is a romance, the pirate Danny Desai isn't a good man and I expect some hate. It was intentional but stick with me and you may enjoy the ride. This warning is because I got a lot of anger the first time this story was posted but at the end, it was worth the read to some. LOL (;

I will NOT do daily updates unless I receive responses. I write fanfic for attention. Haha.

Prologue

Lacey Porter

The twelve year old girl, Lacey, giggled as she did circles in the rain. Her arms twirled in a whimsical way causing her to look like a fairy princess. Her raven hair clung to her red cotton dress displaying a pattern of splendor on the red. Her mother, Judith Porter, smiled at her child. She watched Lacey's older sister, Clara, roll her eyes before pushing her own skirts down.

"Come out of the rain, Lacey." Judith outstretched her hand from the porch of their manor. "It is very cold. You may catch a fever."

Clara Porter haughtily walked inside their home. She glanced at her father with a disgusted look. "Father, Lacey is acting crass again. Tell her it isn't lady like. Why do you both let her act as such?"

Samuel Porter, a man of kind nature, laughed at his oldest daughter as he poked the fire in the hearth. "She's a spirited soul, Clara. Let her be."

"It is embarrassing." Clara pouted. Her pale skin mirrored her father's skin color despite the fact that her mother's skin was an ebony color. She pushed back her thin wisps of curly hair from her face. Her hair was a dirty blonde in color also matching her father's hair. "I think I would have preferred a vulgar brother to her instead."

Samuel looked up from the fire when he heard Lacey's laughter as she walked into the house. He smiled broadly at his wife trying to get Lacey to settle down. His heart still beat with love for his wife. She still astounded him with her every move. His wife was from Macau. Her African features immediately caught his eye. Even though many Africans inhabited the land, the Portuguese had colonized it. Luckily, Judith wasn't a slave as her father had been granted his freedom from his master long before Judith's birth. Samuel was a European merchant, who decided to sail to the land of Macau on a new business adventure. Upon meeting and falling in love with Judith, Samuel never left Macau. It was best that way considering the racist views in the lands outside of Macau.

Samuel was an average sized man in height. At one time, one would view him as scrawny due to his thinness. However, years of contentment had allowed him to put on weight. He now stood as a balding man with a round body. However, he was very loved by his family. His wife was still small in stature yet her hair had begun to turn silver with age.

Samuel looked at Judith with a glint of humor in his eyes. "You best have her peel off her clothes and have her stand by the hearth."

Lacey was the smallest of her family because she had not reached her full growth yet. Her petite body made her looks much younger than her age. She was also the most beautiful young girl to grace their family. Actually her beauty was beyond most females of any family. She was a beauty that made people give her attention without her trying. Her infectious laughter brightened any room. Her dark skin and red lips enticed any young boy to look her way. Whom, Lacey ignored most of the time. She wasn't into the male gender yet.

The most draw to Lacey was her large dark eyes and dimples. Her eyes were brown in color unlike her father's and her sister's pale blue eyes. She had her mother's dark brown eyes. They sparkled with mischievousness when she had an idea of play or they misted with tears if she saw a hurtful thing happen.

Lacey was soon standing in her clean undergarments in front of the fire. Shadows danced on her brown skin causing Lacey to imagine waves of the sea. She closed her eyes as she imagined his face again.

Clara crossed her long legs as she made her way to be comfortable by the fire. "Why are you smiling? Are you imagining an uncouth scene in that head of yours?"

Lacey opened one eye to squint at her sister. "No, Clara."

"Hmm. Sure." Clara teased as she reached her hands out towards the flames coming from the fire. The cackling and popping coming from the cobble stone fireplace caused both girls to relax. "You always allow your thoughts to go to childish things, Lacey."

Lacey scooted closer to her sister. She bit her lip then gave a mischievous smile. "That is not so. Tonight I think of a man."

Clara's eyes opened wide as she looked shocked at her younger sister. "A man!"

"Shhh." Lacey stuck her small finger to her mouth trying to hush her sister. "He was the most beautiful man that I've ever seen."

Clara scooted closer to her young sister. She rubbed her skin as the fire began to heat it too hot. Then she pulled back Lacey from the fire. Her long slender fingers clutched Lacey's arm tightly."Tell me."

"You never want to hear of my adventures." Lacey smiled as she taunted her older sister. Although, her words were far from true. Clara always loved to allow Lacey to entertain her with her fantasy type tales.

"Tell me." Clara whispered knowing that her sister was only baiting her. "I never saw any man of such today."

Lacey glanced up at her parents. Her mother was sewing some of her father's britches. Her father had on his spectacles looking over a newsprint. Therefore, Lacey leaned in to Clara.

"I was down by the docks." Lacey bit her lip hoping that Clara wouldn't squeal.

Clara grabbed her mouth in shock before whispering. "The docks are dangerous, Lacey. Pirates have been known to be on ports."

"I know." Lacey fiddled with the cotton on her night garments. "Do you want to hear or not?"

Clara looked back at her parents as Lacey did. "If you are going to talk about a boy, I am to listen."

Lacey got up on her haunches. "He was no boy. He was a man. His hair was so soft lying in dark ringlets of curls around his face. His skin was lighter than mine but not as pale as yours and father's skin." Lacey sighed dreamily. "He was beautiful, Clara. Beyond any man I've seen in my life."

"What was his height?" Clara tried to imagine what the young boy must have looked like.

"He was taller than father by at least half a foot or more." Lacey had every feature memorized on the man she spied on.

"That is not a boy, Lacey." Clara scolded. "That is a man."

"I said that." Lacey folded her arms over her small chest defiantly. "Did I not?"

"You did." Clara laughed at her sister's defiant look. "Tell me more of this man. What age do you think he was?"

"Hmmm. I think perhaps the age of Alfred, Alice's son." Lacey stretched out her legs and wiggled her toes towards the fire.

"Alfred is older than me, Lacey." Clara shook her head. "I'm sixteen. He is eighteen."

"Yes. Something of that age. But he was so beautiful. His smile was boyish with sparkling white teeth. His jaw was strong yet smooth." Lacey sighed. "I even know his name was Daniel."

"How do you know this?" Clara was scooting to get more comfortable.

"I heard the man with him call his name." Lacey licked her red lips due to the fire causing her to feel parched. "Clara, he was beautiful. He even held me in his arms."

"What!" Clara was a little too loud causing her parents to glance their way. She smiled innocently making both parents continue their earlier endeavors. "He held you?"

"Yes." Lacey grinned wickedly. "When I tripped over a crate, he caught me in his arms. His eyes were amazing. They were brown but not a normal brown. The color was darker almost black. I think his eyes reminded me of a never ending night sky."

Clara sighed as a teen girl dreaming of a prince did. "He sounds amazing. What did he wear?"

"Why do you ask?" Lacey blew out air causing a curl that dangled in her face to bob up and down. "Why does that matter?"

"Clothing can tell the class the man is in life. If he wears fine silks, he is rich." Clara watched the red embers of the fire. "Wool is as peasants."

"Wool. I feel it was wool because the material looked itchy." Lacey wrinkled her brow. "He was more handsome than a prince. So his attire did not concern me."

Clara sighed again as she tried to imagine a male that finally caught her little sister's attention. "He must be beyond average in looks."

"He was but the woman with him wasn't so attractive. She did not fit his beauty at all. Why take a wife not equal to you in beauty?" Lacey raked her hand through her hair.

"Wife?" Clara made sure to whisper this time. "He was a married man, Lacey. You adored a married man from afar."

"Calm yourself." Lacey rolled her eyes at her over dramatic sister. "I will never see him again. There is no harm in what I've done."

"Tell me of his wife." Clara arched her eyebrow. "It is not like you to think such things of beauty."

Lacey leaned back on her arms. She looked up at the ceiling as she exhaled. "It would be natural to notice those around a man of such beautiful looks. Normally, I'd not give heed to silly things. However, his beauty was so astounding that I couldn't help notice his wife's lack of beauty."

"If he was so beautiful, what made him be with her? What would turn his eye?" Clara inquired as she soon was lying beside her little sister.

Lacey giggled naughtily. She placed her hands in front of her small chest. "She had big breasts."

Clara chuckled at her sister's behavior. She would not dare act as Lacey. Yet, she did admire the child's ways although she pretended that she did not.

Lacey looked over to watch her sister smile. "He talked to me."

"What did he say?" Clara rolled sideways placing her hands under her head.

"It is not important." Lacey realized that would cause her sister laughter. But it wasn't the kind of laughter to please Lacey. It was laughter to make fun of her.

"Shall I tell father you were down by the docks?" Clara threw out an empty threat.

Lacey exhaled quickly. "Fine. He said 'Be careful, child. The docks can be dangerous."

Daniel Desai

Daniel Desai stepped off the ship to the dock of Macau. He held out his hand for his wife, Josephine, as she stepped from the ship. "This is our new home, Josephine. Here we will raise our children."

Josephine looked around amazed at the bustling of people around her. "It is a far cry from our farm in Portugal." She turned to Daniel with a smile. "Thank you for bringing me here."

Daniel smiled. His boyish features held evidence of his youth. He was tall and lean man with Gujarati Indian features due to his father being from Gujarat, India. Daniel Desai was only seventeen. Therefore, his body had not fully grown into a man. He chose to marry young to a girl, who he had accidentally caused to be with his child. He loved her no matter what others thought.

He pushed back a piece of sandy blonde hair from Josephine's face. "Charles will help us get started. We will succeed here."

Any one that observed the couple would think they were mismatched. Daniel was a young handsome boy, who became a man too soon due to having to wed at a young age. Josephine was three years older than Daniel. Most females preferred older men that were established in life. However, she fell in love with the gorgeous boy. He was kind and mature for his age.

"Daniel, you have arrived." Daniel's older brother, Charles, smacked Daniel's shoulder. "I see you brought your wife."

"This is Josephine." Daniel proudly introduced his wife to his brother. Charles noticed Josephine's belly was slightly swollen with child. "She has been looking forward to meeting you and your wife."

He looked around. Soon, two more males showed up. One was the same age as Josephine. One was around the age of thirteen. "These are Josephine's brothers, Tyler and Archibold, he is called Archie."

Charles noted that both of the boys had similar hair coloring to Josephine. The three had blue eyes as well. Charles found it amusing that Josephine's twin, Tyler, had more attractive features than she did. The youngest boy had a darker color hair but very similar features to Josephine. Daniels's wife was as short as Charles had been told. Her twin brother, Tyler, was taller than she was. However, he had a more muscular build than that of Daniel.

"Aw yes." Charles shook both their hands. "I'm glad to have you both here as well. So Tyler, you are Josephine's twin?"

"Yes." Tyler smiled broadly. "We both raised Archie after our parents' death due to illness. We are very grateful to start this life on Macau."

"I am grateful that you and Josephine convinced Daniel to leave Portugal." Charles was very fond of his little brother. It was obvious. "By the way, I go by the name of Charlie."

Daniel smiled as he pulled his wife to his side. Charlie didn't expect the woman he saw. She was plain and far from Daniel's gorgeous looks. Charlie often teased his brother that he should've been a girl to be so pretty. The woman's hair was sandy blonde in color. Her body was not thin yet not fat. She was curvy due to her pregnancy.

Charlie supposed it was due to her curves that Daniel first noticed her. He had no idea that Josephine only had curves due to her pregnancy. However, Charlie thought had she been a wench, Daniel's wife would be rich. Charlie laughed at his thought but dare not share it. His little brother stood a full head taller than him. Although Daniel was a thin, he was still a strapping young man.

Charlie had been told by his mother in a letter that Daniel had married due to getting a female in the family way. His mother was distraught about her youngest son being with a female before marriage. To have conceived a child with her, almost was the death of Karen Desai, Daniel's and Charlie's mother. Josephine was not really welcomed in the family by the Desais at first. However, she soon became loved as if she were their own daughter.

"Phoebe is excited to share our home with another lady." Charlie helped Daniel gather their luggage. "When I told her of the news that you were married, she was excited. When I told her the news that you were to head here with your wife, she was ecstatic."

"We hope to be out of your hair and have our own land soon." Daniel explained to Charlie.

"Not too soon, Daniel." Charlie genuinely spoke. "I have not seen my baby brother for years. I hope to get to be near you again."

Daniel kept his arm around his wife until he spotted a small girl. The girl was hidden behind a crate. Daniel thought she was probably a very young age. She shouldn't be out on the dock. He must have startled her when he glanced her way. She stood up to run but tripped over the crate she hid behind. Daniel acted quickly and caught her in his arms.

He was shocked to see her eyes. They were stunning. She blinked causing her long lashes to flutter against her dark skin. Daniel couldn't help to think what a lovely creature she was. She would make a beautiful woman someday.

He smiled down at the young girl before stating. "Be careful, child. The docks can be dangerous."