The bar silver and the arms still lie, for all that I know, where Flint buried them; and certainly they shall lie there for me. Oxen and ropes would not bring me back again to that accursed island; and the worst dreams that ever I have are when I hear the surf booming about its coasts or start upright in bed with the sharp voice of Captain Flint still ringing in my ears: 'Pieces of eight! Pieces of eight!'
Belle closed her newly finished book of Treasure Island, she found that lately she wasn't reading stories of romances but of adventure, mystery, horror.. Nothing to do with love. Had her heart break over Rumple finally ended? The thought passed her mind but she knew that could never happen, Rumple was a part of her life now weather he was by her side or not. Rumpelstiltskin didn't only bring the light of love in to Belle's life but he widen her eyes to the brave adventures that lurked in world, he taught her that that life was too short. And with that thought Belle finished her second tankard of ale, as the cool liquid fell down he throat her eyes wonder across the pub in which she now knew as home, the memories of her old home suddenly flooded her mind like the plague - the thoughts and feelings of being trapped by her farther, to forever be locked away from the world, to never have a voice or be heard, to be engaged to man whom she did not love. Belle lowered the tankard as a delightful smile crawled on to her lips as the realisation hit her that she was more alone at home with her family than she is here with strangers. Her wondering eyes shot back to her book as she chuckled to herself, silently. "Treasure Island." She spoke with a hint of comfort in her voice as she lifted the book and gracefully flicked through the pages until she came upon a illustration of The Walrus - the ship that Captain Flint had his life changing adventure on. Her finger tip traced the drawing so perfect it was like she drew the photo in the book, Belle got lost in the image as her courageous mind begin to wonder: images of herself absorbed The Walrus, next to Flint, not surrounded by treasures of gold and jewellery but the treasure of finally begging happy, with nothing anything in the world and with the excitement of not knowing the next adventure.
Belle blinked a couple of times as she allowed herself to be realised from the day dream she had being captured in as she flicked the book to first page, she wanted to read it again. She took in a deep breath of bliss as she read the words so proudly in her mind ' In a high, old tottering voice that seemed to have been tuned and broken at the capstan beer bars. Then he rapped on the door with a bit of stick like a hand spike that he carried, and when my father appeared, called loudly for a glass of rum. This, when it was brought to him, he' SLAM. The pub door crashed open letting in the thunder and rain of the gloomy night, Belle's eyes shot to door along with everyone else's, there stood an outline of a very tall man. He was soaked to the bone but he stood like he had imperfections, he took a few steps forward which allowed the candle light to grasp his features, he was smirking... Like he enjoyed the attention if everyone. Belle's had tilted to side as her eyes narrowed while she looked at the stranger, he instantly reminded her of Captain Flint - had he come to start an adventure with her? As the man continued to walk Belle noticed his hand was missing and replaced with hook, she began writing a story in her mind of how he lot it (Fighting off pirates for a ancient map, taken off by a shark after being made to walk the plank). Belle soon realised she was starring, after a quick jolt of her head to returned her eyes back to her book but there was no chance of her to start reading it again.
The stranger had caught Belle's attention completely, she couldn't keep her eyes off him in hope.. Well Belle didn't really know what she was hoping for, for him to notice her in a tiny way and offer her to see the world with him. The stranger had joined a group of people, which were obviously his crew, and began talking in whispers - until now - "Listen up you landlubbers." The hooked man roared with his deep voice - just as Belle imaged it would be. "Me and my crew 'ere are looking for some new members.." He raised his hooked hand with a piece of paper pushed on it, a sign up sheet, Belle's eyes were glued to it. "We were in a little...accident and need of new meat." He placed the sheet down upon the table in front of him as he sat down on the wooden chair were he sat before. Belle began biting her bottom lip as her stomach screwed up with excitement, but something was keeping her back. Something, some voice in her mind was yelling 'Don't go! Rumple will return for you!' Those words had stopped Belle from going on a adventure before, a couple of weeks ago when the village went hunting for s dangerous beast - Belle chose to sit a wait for her love, but he never came.
Before Belle knew it she was ignoring herself and walking toward the sign up sheet. "Don't over think this." She mumbled to herself, she hadn't taken in to account that these men were defiantly pirates, which meant they were wanted by the law. But before Belle's mind let her wander too far she reached the table and all eyes were upon her, she returned the gazes but not to the hooked man, she bent over the table to pick up the quill that laid beside the paper, but as the quill was inches away the sliver hook slammed in the paper. "Sorry lass, we don't take girl." Belle stood up straight again as she was taken back by his comment. "I am not a girl, I am a woman." Belle stated, her voice was strong. The man just rolled his eyes. "All the same."
"And why not?" Belle's voice began to raise, but the man didn't take kindly to that, he pushed himself up from the chair as his eyes glared upon Belle. "Have you ever seen battle? Have you ever seem blood? ... Have you even held a sword?" He spat the words through his teeth and all Belle could do in return was shake her head, the crew began laughing but the hooked man did not, his upper lip began twitching. "Come on lads, there's nothing here." And with that he left, Belle stood there - defeated, but she would surrender.