I DO NOT OWN OUAT! I REALLY DO WISH I DID, BUT I DON'T... SAD FACE :(
Isabelle's POV
I thought all the stories my father told me were real. Well, until I was eight years old I thought they were real. He told me every story he knew. Neverland, where he was a pirate, and a devious boy, who's shadow took young boys to the island, and called them his Lost Boys. He told me Peter Pan would never come for me, since I was a girl.
"Good." I said. "Because I love you too much to leave you." I leaped off my father's lap and skipped around the room. "And someday, I'll be a pirate like you! We'll find that evil Peter Pan, and take him down! We'll release all the Lost Boys back to their families! One day, I'll rule the seas! Just like you!" I jumped onto his lap again, and gave him a toothy grin.
"Alright, well until then, little pirates need their sleep." Dad would scoop me up into the air, and tuck me into bed, like he did every night. "Good night Pirate." He told me.
"Good night, Dad." I rolled to my side, leaving my lamp on.
Now, dad never slept. He made an oath to my mother he would protect me forever, no matter if he was sick, or in health. Dad tells me Grandpa left them, and even sold them to these Pirates. And he wasn't making that mistake.
"Dad..." I cried, seeing my light went out. "Dad!" I shouted, scared he was gone. I felt my way around to the stairs that led to the deck and I ran across the quiet deck where my father stood, he wore his worried look, as he stood by the helm. He knelt down and opened up his arms, getting ready to embrace me. I came into his warm arms.
"Dad, I was scared, the light went out." I cried on his shoulder. "I thought you left me." I looked at him.
"Now, Isabelle, that's only something your grandfather would do." He hugged me tight, as if he never would let me go. "My dear, what happened to being a pirate?" He rocked back, and put his hands on my shoulders. "Pirates aren't scared. I fought a Kraken once!" He smiled, acting as if he were a the best man on Earth.
"You're right. I'm a pirate!" I stamped my foot and struck a pose, like a super hero.
"Can you take on the scary pirate?" He asked mysterious, and shot his hands at me and starting tickling me. I swatted at his hands and laughed. I use to love it when my dad would twirl me into the air like his princess. But I am a pirate now. And I don't act like a princess.
I was fourteen now. I wore black skirt and matching corset. Under that, I had a dark, blood red, blouse with matching gray boots. I didn't believe in Dad's stupid fairy tales, I drank rum from bars, fought off rotten pirates that got onto my dock, and I was given my own weapons. A pistol and two black swords I attached to my back.
The only thing that stopped me from growing up was my dad. Don't get me wrong, I love him. But he didn't let me do any of these things. (Except for fighting pirates and drinking rum.)
"Isabelle! When I count to three you better-"
"Oh don't try that shit with me!" I screamed at the my the door that led to my quarters. "You're an ass and you know it!" I snapped. I heard a slight chuckle then loud bangs.
"C'MON!" He yelled through the door. I. Was. Done. He did this everyday for the past week.
"Give me two minutes!" I groaned.
"Isabelle, you done?" Dad was up against the door. "Fine." He stomped back up the stairs, spitting with anger. I lied on my bed. I kind of wished I still believed in Dad's dumb stories. But they're too dumb to be true.
I lay still that night, as if I were paralyzed. I thought back to today. When I called my dad an ass, when I shut him out the whole day, and camped out in my room. Like I was holding myself prisoner. My tiny window busted open, and a breeze flew in like a dove. I stood to shut it, wanting to shut out the night sky. Then a black figure floated in, like a nymph, but a man. His eyes were blue, like Robin's eggs. He was an independent shadow. A living ghost, all on his own. He made a soft hissing, and reached out his hand, offering me to come. I looked at the door to the deck, then to him. He made a motion to follow him.
"Wait." I told him. I grabbed my bag full of extra clothes then stepped up onto my desk and took his hand. To my surprise, it didn't fall through like I had thought. We flew through the window, and for the first time. I tasted freedom.