Chapter 2: Not a Want but a Need

--a/n: Story placed right after Black Pearl--

Three months later Will remained devastated of his loss of Isabella. Nothing was the same. Days seemed longer and more tiresome. The nights were endless with thoughts of her clouding his mind. He couldn't seem to concentrate on anything. She would want him to continue and get back on his feet. He had written every single day and still no response. That's what hurt him the most. Had she found some one else? Had she been convinced that Will was a mere child? Despite his doubts, he wrote another letter:

My dearest Isabella,

I feel lost without you here to guide me. I feel emptiness without you here to hold me. I long to see your smile. I hope that everything is good for you in Spain and that you are receiving the amount of happiness you deserve. I miss you so incredibly much. I love you…don't forget.

Yours forever,

Will Turner

A tear fell on the piece of parchment. What if he would never see her again?

xoxoxoxoxo

Every day Isabella checked to see if Will had written her a letter. He had broken his promise; not one piece of parchment with her name on it. Why? She thought. She couldn't find an explanation. The sight of the empty handed servant who was supposed to deliver mail, killed her.

"Isabella." Her father came into her room. "Let's go. We are meeting Señor Mendosa for dinner and I don't want to be late." He stepped aside for her to walk by. Señor Mendosa was the owner of much of the land in Barcelona and his father inevitably wanted to get closer to this powerful man. He had a boy that was a few years older than Isabella but he acted like a five year old. He would never be like Will. Nobody would ever be like Will.

It was late at night when they had returned from the dinner party. Victor sent Isabella to bed and entered his study. He shoved the wooden drawer open.

"Bloody good-for-nothing boy." Isabella's father, Victor, muttered as he gazed down upon all the letters that had arrived from England, from Will. He hid them and locked them away in the cabinet in his desk. He had to do what he could to keep Isabella from that devil of a boy. Will Turner, he thought. Piece of rubbish. Pirate. He spat.

Curiosity got the best of Victor and he opened one of the letters, written a month ago. He ripped the envelope and carelessly began to read the neat cursive of Will Turner.

Isabella,

Everyday somebody mentions how much they miss you, and I tell them you miss them, too. And I miss you more. Because, to them, you are a want; a simple attribute to their lives, but to me, you are a need; something needed to function. Just answer one letter so I know how you're doing. How is life in Spain? Have you made any friends? I send the best of luck Isabella. Keep me in your heart until we see each other.

Love always,

Will Turner

He tore it in half and threw it away.

5 years later….

"Hola Señor Mendosa. Como esta usted? Como le va?" Victor said as he shook hands with the wealthy man. They were at his mansion along the coast. Isabella stood in the shadow of her father, fanning herself absentmindedly trying to ignore her surroundings.

"The pleasure is mine, Victor, and I have told you since you came to Spain to call me Eduardo." He chuckled motioning them inside. Isabella took a deep breath, preparing herself.

Isabella greeted everybody but tried to avoid Fernando, Señor Mendosa's son and the 'man' her father and Señor Mendosa wanted her to marry. Although he was very attractive and young, he seemed disgusting and incredibly boring to her. He also made the grossest, dirtiest jokes. Isabella despised him.

Victor pushed Isabella towards Fernando and whispered in her ear, "When he asks you, you will say yes or else there will be severe consequences." He then smiled and looked up at the people. Isabella didn't dare disobey her father even if it meant marrying that pig.

"Isabella! There she is!" Fernando said happily as he hugged her and reached for her lips but she moved away. "Aha…well…I will wait." He smiled and grabbed her hand.

It got late and the men got drunk and Fernando's pig-like behavior had begun. "Come here darling." He whispered and forced a kiss out of her. She felt like crying for she was destined for a life filled with this behavior. But she didn't. "Oh you're so modest. Come on." He pulled her in trying to kiss her again and Isabella shook her head. "Kiss me."

"No." The other men looked around at the struggling girl and Fernando.

"Do it." He demanded.

"BAM" there was a noise upstairs. A noise that sounded as if glass had broken. Then a voice.

"Hurry men! Grab it! Grab the bottle." The voice sounded drunk, it sounded like a pirate's voice. More glass shattered and the people stirred. Many fled from the property, others headed for closets to hide in. "Take some wenches while you're at it. I want to satisfy my craving tonight. Haha…"

They heard footsteps coming for them. It was complete chaos. Isabella quickly took a sword from the vase in the corner of the room that was used only for decorative purposes. She fought off some of the men but they were way more skilled then she was.

"Oh, you're cute." Said one of the pirates making fun of her. "Put down the sword sweetheart." Before another word was said, another pirate came and took the collar of her dress.

"OI! Cap'N! This one pretty enough." The filthy pirate said as he held Isabella's neck.

A pirate that stood at the top of the staircase holding various necklaces turned to face them. He smiled and nodded. Isabella stood crossly. "Wonderful! Put her in my cabin for tonight." All the people were running around trying to escape. Fernando, Mendosa, and Victor went into the basement and locked the door.

Isabella was shoved into a ship with black sails, the Black Pearl. Such a ship was thought to be only fantasy. But there it stood before her hazel eyes. They threw her on the floor making her hand crash into a bottle of rum. Pain soared through her veins. Her hand started to bleed and she ripped a piece of her dress off and wrapped it around the wound.

Someone knocked on the door.