Hey, hey, hey! I hope you enjoy this chapter but if you don't like fighting scenes…this one is terrible so you can enjoy! Also the first chapter of be my protection might be up today. Oh and can you won't believe where I wrote this chapter…in the washroom of a movie theatre! Okay I'm lying I wrote it at my aunts house but while watching a PG-13 show. I turned 13 in January so I am taking full advantage! R and R for fast updates!

p.s. I had to re-type this chapter twice because I forgot to save poor me.

Chapter 2

Bella's Point of View

After we blew the horn everyone went into frenzy, Top (who was at the wheel) stopped the boat. We put down the sails and sharpened our swords.

No point in running away, their ship was coming at a much faster pace.

I knew we couldn't win, but I had to try, for father's pride, for his life.

Patrick panicked once more and squeaked and squealed,

And squeaked and squealed,

And squeaked and squealed,

Again.

And again.

And again.

"Patrick, you bloody idiot, get a hold of yourself." I said.

"Bella, watch your mouth." Father laughed while saying this.

"We are at sea; if anyone else said these words, the other crew would think they softened up."

"Okay Bells, you win that one." Charlie said.

"Anyway father, I'm going to stay here and surprise them. You should protect the money and maps in your room, oh, and remember to bar the door."

I knew it was a pathetic attempt, but I would take any excuse I could get hold of for his safety.

"Well Bells, I was about to say the same thing but you got my stubbornness from me didn't you?"

He kissed my forehead and gave me a hug, the hug of a father. "Whatever happens I want you to know that I love you, princess."

He didn't say it, but he was implying. "You don't think we're going to make it…do you?" it wasn't a question.

I knew this already, but I had a small glimmer of childish hope. If father didn't think so, there was absolutely no chance of survival.

"Be careful my Little Swan, make me proud."

"I will, father, I will." he couldn't hear me because he was already half way down the latter.

"Sam, throw me up a sword." I looked at the quaking Patrick who was trying very hard to keep his sounds of fear intact.

As I rolled my eyes, I called back down to him. "And a blunt dagger for the girl." I heard Sam give a chuckle.

Soon I held my beautiful Emerald and Amber sword in my hands, and Patrick held his blunt dagger.

Need I might add that he looked at the dagger like it would come alive and attack him any second?

"I can't use this, this people killer!"

Sigh I have to live with this everyday. "Oh, be a man."

All too quickly, the Breaking Dawn halted beside us and planks started appearing before the edge. To join us in a friendly game of completion, I thought.

More like to join us in a cruel game of hatred and bloodshed due to greed of man, my mind spit bitterly back at me. My, I am just so optimistic these days

Men were starting to appear out of the ships. There weren't many, from what I could see, but most of them were twice as big as my crew, in height and width.

Looking around at the enemy, I felt my jaw drop jaw open.

There, slaughtering my crew, was the most beautiful man on earth. I shouldn't be thinking these thoughts, but god can punish me later.

It felt like my insides were exploding in cannonballs, then falling into a frozen stream and turning to ice, only to be burned again.

He was dirty, but weren't we all? Whether it was filth or blood.

All his features were rugged and sharp, chiseled to perfection.

He had strange hair. It was oddly disheveled, more so then many people. No matter if there was a battle going on, but it made him look even more like an angel, if possible. Quite an odd colour, too. It was like bronze or copper, a mix between brown, red, and gold.

Fighting alongside him, were two other men; one was very tall with honey coloured hair and pale blue eyes, he was quite handsome too but was the lankest out of all of them, though he still had very large muscles.

The other one was the biggest. He reminded me of a grizzly bear with his brown eyes and matching hair, which happened to curl at the nape of his neck. He also had a goofy grin on his face.

As if he enjoyed killing people.

Disgusted, I turned back around. I shouldn't be ogling men I thought; especially as I was dressed as one. I hope they don't take me as another Patrick.

PATRICK! Looking to my left, I breathed out a sigh of relief, watching as a string of drool collected at the edge of his mouth while he stared at those three inhumanly handsome men.

Shaking my head I thought at least he was quiet.

For once.

"BELLS!" looking down I saw Nickolas, Lance, and Aaron surrounded in a circle of several Breaking Dawn pirates who were on the outside.

This would be taken care of easily enough. Alright, I was bragging but don't I have a right too? You know, being princess of the sea and all.

I grabbed my rope and swung down with my sword in my hand. When I was right above them, I pushed all my weight to the right and knocked half of them down, kicking them in the chest with me feet.

They fell, muttering curse words under their breath.

The other half I knocked down with my sword, cutting them in the chest. They fell down, hissing in pain.

Once all of them were on the ground, I jumped from my rope and my friends slapped me on the back.

Need I add very hard?

In my masculine voice I said "Take care of them, make sure they don't get back up, even if you have to enhance your inner Patrick and stomp on there heads."

This earned a high spirited laugh. Whenever Patrick saw a roach or a leech, he'd panic and stomp around, a very comical sight.

I brought my sword up to a fighting position and stealthily crept behind Tom who was attempting to fight tow men. Being tiny did have its advantages, I thought while I was ducking behind Tom.

"One," I whispered. My voice low so only Tom could hear. "Two," I said slightly louder as he started to crouch lower.

"THREE!" I shouted. He fully ducked down and I put my hands on his shoulders using them as a leaver as I flipped over his head doing summersaults in the air.

"EN GUARD!" I shouted pointing my sword, they were still stunned so, using this to my advantage, I quickly kicked one on the chest and watched him fall.

The other one was ready for my blow so I took out my trusty sword. We fought battle for a few moments…I say moments because that was all it took, putting one foot on a bail of hay, I used it like a wall and pushed myself off of it, landing behind him.

Taking my sword and plunging it into his leg watching as he fell to the ground unconscious, I laughed out joyfully. Hmmm, maybe I was wrong about the burly man. Every normal man must be tempted at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.

As quickly as I started I stopped, feeling a presence behind me. Trying to be sneaky I presume…trying is the key word.

I kicked my foot out again but it was the pirate from before, he was ready and caught my foot when it reached his chest.

Thinking fast I jumped up putting my foot on the railing so I was now towering above him. Before he could react, I jumped behind him turning him around with me, then I used the foot he was still clutching to his chest in fight and pushed him in.

"HAVE A PLEASANT SWIM!" I called to him.

"YER A SCURVY BLIGE RAT!" I wonder if he talked to his mother with that mouth?

I giggled to myself jovially till I remembered I was male. Now laughing in baritone, I grabbed the nearest rope and swung to where father was.

He was taking care of himself but I bashed the back of my sword against his opponents head anyway while I was swinging away.

"Go get them, my little monkey!" Though fun battles were extremely dangerous. "I will father" I called.

Starting to climb the rope, I reached my destination and pulled off one of the masts while swinging toward the area where most of the men were fighting.

Whistling my special tune, my crew quickly moved out of the way. They learned the first time what happened when they didn't.

The Breaking Dawn crew on the other hand, never knew what hit them as I covered them with the masts making them blind for an immeasurable amount of time.

But father's crew had just as fast gathered the four edges and threw the white squirming bad into the ocean.

I laughed out loud while my crew started calling me my nicknames.

"GO LITTLE SWAN!"

"DO IT BELLS!"

"BEAT THEM UP SOME MORE LITTLE MONKEY!"

"THAT'S OUR PRINCESS!"

This was the best they could do? Their ship was three times bigger and they had many more crew members, probably to 'fraid to come out and fight for themselves.

Oh, but I never knew how wrong I was when an arrow whizzed passed my head and speared my rope while I fell…fell onto the ship…fell from high up.

So…not enough Edward in there to quench your thirst right? Anyway R and R for the next exciting scene on (over-excited announcers voice) PRINCESS OF THE SEA! Wild clapping and hoots of appreciation. So wonder who's arrow that was don't you? Let me give you a hint it was a girl.