Disclaimer: I own nothing...except maybe the plot. I just like pulling out my Twilight dolls and turning them into pirates.

And here we go,

the Ninth installment of Daughter of a Pirate:

BPOV:

Three days.

We had been anchored, for three days.

I had to bunk with the strange man and Rose, for three days.

It wasn't like I didn't enjoy their company, I did. It's just, the boy-man- kept...staring at me and he wouldn't stop. Everytime those emerald eyes would look at me I couldn't shake the feeling that we had met before, I had talked to this handsome man, felt his arm around me to stedy me; I couldn't shake it.

So I barely spent time in the cabin. Although the time I spent outside the cabin wasn't as fun either, it was always grey, always dark. Even when the sun was shining.

My new captain, a man by the name of Carlisle, told my commanding officer that I was to be posted in the roost, along with Rose. He could probably see that we were close, and me being the captain's son, and not very strong looking, he gave me an easy job.

"Cayde!" I looked over my right shoulder. It was Rose climbing up the rigging, I guess her time started now; mine had begun three hours earlier. I still had three more to go.

"Hello, Ross." I said smiling. I scooted over to the left so that she could have some room.

"Sleep well?" I asked. Already knowing the answer.

"Sor' of. I thought I would get used to it, I mean on my last ship, I slept on a pile of rags between two cannons in a pile with four boys. They were from Cheapside." She said because being from Cheapside ment that you were an orphan and had to steal to live.

"I don't remember London that well, I was never allowed to go to Cheapside. My mother used to shutter at the thought of me walking unescorted through that 'riff raff'. She knew without a doubt that if I walked through there alone, I would return ruined, or not return at all. God, if she could see me now." I said almost to myself.

"Well, I was from Cheapside, and if a rich girl like you went through our parts, yea' we'd of taken your money and your clothing, and left you there. Sorry to say, but it's true." She said bluntly.

I turned and looked down opon the ship, was it only three days ago that I had done the same thing on my father's ship, right before it sank, taking everything I loved? My clothes, my necklace, my mirror, my letter...my father. I was absolutly frightened when I heard this ripping sound.

"Cayde, Bella, It's alright. Shhh, stop your crying. Come on."

Oh. That ripping sound was coming from me.

I couldn't help it. Everything was crashing down around me, it was like I was having some sort of sick epifinay. My father is dead. Gone.

Gone.

Gone, like my mother.

Gone, like my dresses floating like gosts suspended in the water.

Gone, like my beautiful Flying Swan.

Gone, like yesterday.

Gone.

The tears fell like weights from my eyes; for every tear that fell, it felt as if a weight was being taken off my shoulders.

When finally the storm quieted, I felt...

Free.

I didn't have to worry about whether my father thought I was being strong. I didn't have to worry that he would look upon me with his eyes that were always saying, 'Your mother didn't want you, I never knew you, what are you doing here, girl'. I would never have to be afraid of disapointing him.

Is it a crime that I was finally happy when my father just died?

If it is, then I am guilty of all charges.

And, suddenly, the world looked a whole lot brighter.

Later that Evening...

CarlislePOV(Just this once):

Edward had gone to sleep about ten minute's ago, and yet here I was leaning against the rigging because I knew that something was going to happen. Soon.

Don't ask how I know, I just do.

It was clear tonight. I loved the sea at night, where you can look out and see absolouty nothing. Which means that you are free to make your own decisions, without the fear of obsticals getting in your way.

There were not many men on deck as it was between shifts, myself, my first mate; Ben, and a seasoned sailor by the name of Doon. We were the only ones close enough to the starboard side to notice there was a chest bobbing about in the sea.

I walked hurriedly to the the side, and seeing what it was, I ordered Doon to bring it abored.

When he did, I ordered him to then take it to my quarters.

As soon as he had done that, I shut my cabin door closed and locked it. Then I proceeded to walk carefully to the chest.

As I got to it, I noticed that it had a lock, so I took out my pistol and shot it off. The men were sure to of heard that, so I will have to just make up an excuse later.

I got to my knees and cautiously opened the chest.

Inside there were clothes belonging to a woman, and they were surprisingly dry for being in the sea for as long as they were. Under the dresses, there was a mirror that was beautifully crafted; there was a brush and comb, a few yards of ribbon and a necklace. The necklace was the thing that caught my eye.

It was beautiful. And enchanting.

It was what looked to be pure silver that was delicately crafted to weave into a knot with at the center a moonstone. (PIC ON PROFILE)

I looked down into the box once more, because something like this had to belong to someone of great importance, and if that was so why could Charlie have it?

In the box, was something I had overlooked, something more valuable than the necklace.

It was a letter.

Oh no! Cliffhanger! Sort of...anyways, so he found a chest. Who's Chest? Well, look back at BPOV. It should all become clear. (psst! it's Bella's. but don't tell everyone!)

Sorry for the short chapter, next one will be longer. I promise! :)

Notes:
Alice will be in the next chapter.
I am thinking of doing a one shot because of one of the early reviews involving Jack Sparrow, but it is sitting on the back burner for now.

This is a list of all the people who are on The Emerald right now:

Bella, Edward, Emmett, Rosalie, Alice, Jasper, Carlisle, James, Laurant, Doon, Ben Cheny (yes, Angela's 'love'), Marcus Flint, Random Sailors who have yet to be assigned a name, and of course, the ship's boys.

*NOTICE*

I have a reward, if I can get up to 15 reviews or more, I will PM those of you that review on this chapter a snippet of this story that was enspired by the song "So Small" by Carrie Underwood. I have been wanting to get people's opinion on it for a while. ;)

Thanks,

Isabella Rosalie

Next Chapter: The Story of Alice