Chapter 2: Alone
Chapter 2: Alone
A silent wind swept through Tortuga in the middle of the night. Of course no one noticed in the upper part of town for they were all drunk or busy in someone's company. But on the outskirts where a few decent residents resided gladly enjoyed the slight breeze as it swept through the town. In the window sill of the house at the very end of the road, Arabella Sparrow sat and enjoyed the breeze as it blew her red curls around her face. The cool feeling was something she loved dearly.
She sighed as she closed the window and stood up from her set. She then made her way to the small bedroom across from her own. Slowly and quietly, she opened the door and saw the sleeping face of her beautiful Isabella. A smile spread across her face as she watched her child sleep peacefully with her arm wrapped securely around her favorite rag doll.
Arabella silently stepped into the room and over to the small bed that held her precious child. She sat beside the little girl's sleeping form and stroked her brown, curly hair gently, "I love you, baby." She whispered just before placing a kiss on her daughter's forehead. Isabella moaned a little and turned on her side as her mother slowly stood up and walked out of the room. She smiled at the little girl just before closing the door and walking downstairs. Sighing, she walked into the kitchen and began to clean the small room when she heard a loud bang coming from outside. She quickly ran to the window and saw a British Naval ship attacking the pirate town. "They're crazy." She muttered as she continued to watch the scene before her unfold. It was madness. You can't bring a navy ship into Tortuga without getting all your men killed by drunken pirates. Arabella had known that her whole life and yet it was happening right before her very own eyes. Suddenly, they turned and headed straight for the outskirts of the town right where she now stood. With wide eyes, she ran as fast as her legs would take her to Isabella's room and flung the door open, "Baby, wake up." She said as she shook the child's shoulders.
Isabella rubbed her eyes and took her mother's hand, "Momma, what's going on?" she asked still a little groggy from sleep.
"You need to do just as I say, understood?" Arabella said frantically.
Isabella's face filled with worry, "What's wrong, Mummy?"
"Just listen to me, Isabella." She demanded as she picked the girl up and carried her to the basement of the house. Arabella quickly set the child down and held her hands tightly, "Stay here, sweetheart." She said before kissing her head and getting up.
Isabella reached up for her mother, "Momma, please don't leave." She begged as tears ran down her cheeks.
Arabella had tears running down her own eyes, but she had no choice. "I'll be back soon, baby." She said before shutting the door.
"Momma" Isabella called as she heard a loud boom coming from outside. She clung to her doll and sat on the floor praying her mother would come back alive.
Arabella ran to the window and watched as the soldiers ran to her house. She quickly grabbed the poker from the fireplace just as they burst through the door. She quickly leaned up against the wall the men searched her house. She took a quick peek at the men who were barely touching anything. She thought this was rather strange. Usually, they would destroy everything in sight until they found what they were looking for. Then she heard a voice she was hoping she would never hear again for as long as she lived. "Don't touch anything just find her and don't scare her either. I only want to take her away from here." The voice said. Arabella wanted nothing more than to scream when she saw his face. Unfortunately, for her he quickly turned and saw her eyes staring at him, "Arabella!" he called as he ran to her side. She quickly raised the poker above her head and took a swing just as he walked into the room. He grabbed the black iron stick just before it hit his head, "Arabella, please, I want to help you." He said as he pulled the poker out of her hand.
"Leave me be!" she shouted as she tried to run for it, but he was too fast for her. He grabbed her waist and began to drag her out the door. "Let me go!" she screamed as she was dragged away from her home and her child. Tears streamed down her face as she thought of her baby in the basement crying for her. "Please, let me go." She pleaded as she was being dragged through the town.
"I will not leave you in this horrible town." He stated firmly as he continued to drag her away.
"NO!" she screamed, but then felt something hard hit her on the head. "Isabella' she whispered as she fell into the darkness.
Isabella had fallen asleep after an hour of crying for her mother. The cold stone floor made her small frame shiver as the tears slipped down her cheeks. When she opened her eyes and sat up she called for her mother again. There was no answer. Isabella stood up and ran her hand along the wall to find the door. She felt around for the door knob and twisted it as soon as she found it. "Momma?" she called as she walked around the house.
Everything was silent as she made her way around the house. "Mummy?" she called again as she walked up the stairs. When she walked into her mother's room, she felt a cool breeze coming from the window. Then she heard what sounded like a piece for paper falling to the floor. She followed the sound and moved her hands along the wooden floor as she felt for the note. Finally she felt the piece of paper and grabbed it. But when she ran her hand along it, she realized she wouldn't be able to read it. She knew something was definitely wrong and she didn't have a clue about what to do about it. The little girl curled up into a ball on the floor and began to cry in fear as the wind continued to blow into the room. What was she to do now that her mother was gone? There was only one thing to do. "I need to find Papa." She said as she clung to her doll for dear life.
Author's notes: So how is it? Please tell me before I die! I really thought this was a good idea and I really want to hear if someone else likes it as well. Please review.
