When Will The Past Just Die
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Isabeau sat in the dingy room at the brothel which she now called home. She stared blankly into the vanity mirror. How could this be? How could the only man she had ever loved, the man she had lost so long ago be in Tortuga? When he had left her all those years ago she had stayed faithful, bound to him by her love, even after she had been told by her family that he had died, even when she had found out that they had lied to her about his death in an attempt to keep her from the knowledge that he was a vile pirate. She had left her family then. She had fled with the daughter he did not know she had, the daughter that had been made the day he had left, the daughter who had eyes black as night and matching raven hair. A daughter who was a spitting image of her father. Isabeau had left in search of the man she loved, in search of the man she knew would not have become a pirate if he had had a choice. She searched for him for years, following the stories and tales of the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow, always reaching a new port a day too late.
She had dragged her daughter around the world with her until they came to Tortuga. The money had finally run out, and she was searching for a job. She tried to get a job as a maid or as a cook, but all that was offered to her was the job of selling her body. She had refused, she refused until finally the food that she had taken to stealing was not enough to sustain her and her daughter, but even then she would fain being full in order to give her daughter one more slice of bread or another apple. But when she saw her daughters health steadily decline, her small figure becoming weak and frail she knew that she would take any job given to her in order to feed her daughter and to give her a roof over her head. She had gone into the nearest brothel that night and began work. Luckily the madame had a soft spot for children and gave little Lisette a small room next to Isabeau's. It was horrible having to explain to her daughter why they could not share a room, to explain to her why she had to stay hidden from sight. To explain to her why mommy had to fain interest in the many men who frequented her room. But even this was nothing to her, as long as she was able to keep Lisette fed, clothed, and warm. She would lay down her life for her daughter as any mother should.
Isabeau shuddered at the memory of the vile pirate which had threatened to take her daughter from her if she did not leave Tortuga with him. She had refused, thinking his threats to be empty and hollow. No man, not even a pirate could take a daughter from her mother. Or so Isabeau had thought. That was until today, when she had returned to the brothel from a morning of shopping to find Lisette gone and a note in her stead. The damned pirate had taken her hostage and sailed away. He promised she would remain unharmed, he was merely taking her to a better home, he was going to leave her with a well respected family which owed him a favor and when he returned they would be free to be together. Isabeua knew that he would never disclose to her the location of her daughter, and she also knew that maybe he had done the right thing, a brothel was no place for a girl like Lisette, and so with that thought in mind she had raced out of town and to the cliff. The cliff where she had come face to face with her past.
When she had taken up residency at the brothel, she had hardened her heart, laying the past in the grave of her former life in order to keep her wits about her. She had seen the way men would gawk openly at her young daughter. Her beautiful
Lisette which was only a mere babe of ten was not safe if she could not keep her thoughts calm and prepared. She had to be able to protect her daughter, and so she had switched to her maiden name and shut her heart off from the world. She was a shell of who she had once been, no more joy or hurt could penetrate the walls she had built up. The only one who was allowed to see her truly happy was her daughter, her little girl who was her life. Isabeau laid her head down on the vanity, tears flowing woefully down her cheeks. She had lost her little girl for good. She had no way of getting her back, maybe in time she could convince the pirate to give her back, but she doubted he would. And now, ontop of her heart being ripped out by the loss of her daughter Isabeau had to deal with the fact that the man she loved, the man her heart had belonged to since they were mere babes growing up next door to one another, the man who had granted her the happiest day of her life on her sixteenth birthday when they had been wed, and the man who had shattered her heart two years later when he had left her to take to the sea, was now back in her life.
She knew now why her parents had tried to protect her from the knowledge of his piracy, the cold words he had spoken to her earlier hurt more than the thought of his death. Atleast when she thought him dead, she could pretend that he had died with love for her in his heart, but now she knew the truth. Jack Sparrow was a cold hearted, vile Pirate.