Chapter 7 – Interlude
If this tale is going faster than you can keep up with, then you feel exactly as I felt. Everything was happening so fast, it seemed like a blur to me. By this point in the story, you're probably wondering why my mother never told me that Barbossa was my father. Later in my life, I began to wish I had never found out at all. For the moment, everything was good. I had my father, and I had a home. Still, I needed some answers. I didn't believe Drusilla was dead. Those girls in Tortuga were prostitutes, and I knew they were trying to strong-arm me into working for them. Instinct told me that Drusilla was with them, but fear told me that I would be much safer if I left it alone.
When I met Captain Sparrow, my life changed. I had never been in love. I was only sixteen when I joined the crew. I sailed with them for two years, pillaging and plundering every wealthy port city in the Caribbean. It was a natural talent, which Alan had fostered in me and Jack seemed to bring out. Either way, pirate was in my blood.
My mother's occupation, until now, hasn't been discussed, or at least not in truth. She was not a street-walker. Aurelia Aguilar was a pirate, this is true. Before she was a pirate, she was a singer. My mother had years upon years of opera training, and had even performed for the King of France. After Drusilla was born, she became a pirate. After I was born, she became sick. My other father, Julian de Cristao, was an adviser to the king and queen, and therefore we were a family of substantial wealth. When Julian died, our money was spent on keeping my mother well. She died ten years after Julian, when I was sixteen.
The story does not end here. Two years after joining the crew of the Black Pearl, things began to fall apart. Jack and my father had been tenaciously trying to find a set of maps or at least the bearings of the Isla de Muerta. Jack was searching for wealth. Hector was searching for immortality. As for me, I was searching for much more than that.
I was searching for myself.
