Annabelle "Bell" Rose is an infamous thief in the small town of Port Royal, and she knows better then most how to get what she wants. But when that town is attacked by a certain pirate ship, and she losses her memory, will a certain Pirate Lord from her past help her regain it? Or will he try fresh and anew to get her on his good side? Will Annabelle ever remember her past, or fall for the charm of the man who stole her heart all those years ago again?
It was a quiet night in Port Royal, with a cool spring breeze and few lights flickering in the sleepy town.
A young woman ran down the street, clutching as small purse to her chest, and she gasped as an arm grabbed her shoulder, and she spun around to see a familiar face, breathing a sigh of relief and leaning against the wall beside her.
"Catherine Trump, I swear, you are a scary woman!" Catherine laughed loudly at this and hugged her friend, grabbing the bag from her.
"That may be Bell, but I still wanna see what we got." Annabelle "Bell" Rose rolled her eyes and smiled at her petite red headed friends' curiosity, her deep green eyes glittering with amusement.
"Come on." The taller noirette wrapped her arm around her friends shoulder and led her down the street.
Annabelle was tall and long-legged, almost 5'5" and had thick blue-black hair that fell down her back in waves. A few smaller strands curled around her honey-tone face, and help to highlight expressively deep green eyes surrounded by thick lashes, and a small yet lush pair of lips.
Catherine was petite, unlike her companion, and had big doe eyes, with straight red hair she usually tied back in a ponytail. Her thin and small body was the perfect size to slip around the area, and she used it to her advantage to pickpocket any victim she saw fit.
"So what is it?" Catherine half bounded into the room as Annabelle took the purse bag. "Come on, you dressed up in that-"She gestured to the cerulean ball gown Annabelle had stolen- err, borrowed, without permission- and pouted, "You have to show me!"
"Alright!" Annabelle almost laughed at her friends' impatience, and pulled out a small locket on a gold chain. "Now, how much do you think these'll fetch us?" Following the necklace came a pair of rings with diamonds in them.
"Wow! We'll definitely have enough to leave Port Royal with this- maybe even get to Tortuga." Catherine said excitedly, and Annabelle paused, then forced a small smile. She'd been to Tortuga, many years ago…
The wind was picking up, and Annabelle stumbled, wailing in shocked fear as a tight arm wrapped around her shoulders
"An' where yeh be goin, missy?" A low growl sounded in her ear, and she fought his grip as his other hand ran down her side.
"Nowhere with you, mate. She said no." A different voice said in a deathly tone, and Annabelle heard the gun shot, than felt the hands holding her let go, and she fell to her knees. "Are you alright, luv?" She looked up into a pair of brown eyes, rimmed with Kohl, and hesitantly took the hand offered to her.
"Thank you." She said shyly, and the man smirked.
"Not a problem, darling." He said, and Annabelle smelled rum on his breath, even from the few feet she was away, and looked shocked as the man turned away.
"Wait!" She took a small step forward, and the man sighed before turning around slowly. "Who are you."
"Who am I?" The man looked shocked. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."
Annabelle smiled lightly at the memory- she had made friends with Jack, and learned more than one trick from the drunken pirate whenever he came into town, and she sighed, remembering how she had begged him more than once to take her on the trip to the Isla De Muerta with him.
"Look, luv, I would, but me crew are a wee superstitious. With a female on the Pearl, there'd be trouble." Jack had explained.
"Well, then I'll dress like a male!" Annabelle had proclaimed.
"That would work, if most of me men didn't know you and what yeh looked like." Jack had argued.
The next day he had set sail… and that was when she had fallen into thievery, and met Catherine.
"ANNABELLE!" Annabelle's head snapped up and she looked at Catherine, who had been trying to get her attention it seemed.
"What?" Annabelle heard a low rumble, and saw the fear in Catherine eyes. "That's-"
BOOM!
No sooner did Annabelle start to speak, then did a cannonball hit the building next to them, and threw both young woman to the floor.
"Crap!" Annabelle cursed and helped Catherine to her feet, then pulled a cutlass out from under her bed, debating changing out of the dress.
"No time!" Catherine grabbed Annabelle's arm, forcing the taller girl to follow her outside, but paused to allow enough time to slip on their boots. Both girls ran outside, and Annabelle gasped at a familiar sight in the docks, its cannons firing loudly around them.
The Black Pearl.
