Prologue
Gabriel London was a name that everyone held in high esteem. He was a very wealthy landowner, a good to do citizen. His family was always thought of very highly, especially his daughter. His daughter was a beautiful young woman of the tender age of eighteen. Everything was just fine. Fine until something so huge happened, and changed it all.
Chapter 1
Gabriel London's daughter gracefully walked down the stairs at eight 'o' clock on a bright Saturday morning. She looked radiant, her brown hair in curls and wearing her new dress. She was getting used to corsets, but she, like other women, found them restricting. They hurt her ribs, made it harder for her to breath, and it showed more of her cleavage-which she did not take lightly. Upon her neck was a choker-an onyx stone on white lace that matched the hemming of her light purple dress. She saw her father standing at the bottom of the stairs, talking with one of the servants.
"Ah, darling!" he said when he latched eyes on her.
"Good morning father!" she said. "What are we going to do today?" Her father laughed.
"I am going to go into the port to talk to a gentleman about something." He responded. "You may stay here today. I've arranged for you to have tea with the Widow Greenwick." He looked at his daughter and rolled his eyes at her look of exhaust. "I know you don't enjoy senseless gossip, and that you'd rather be reading. but you need to socialize. It's what regular girls do."
"Yes, yes." She said, not wanting to start a fight with her father.
Her father smiled, and kissed her on the forehead and left the manor, leaving her all alone in the house until the Widow Greenwick arrived for tea.
Gabriel London soon reached the port, and boarded the Black Pearl, clutching something of great value in his hands. A member of the crew searched him for weapons before he was allowed to enter the office of Captain Jack Sparrow. When Gabriel entered the room finally, he was introduced into a room that would otherwise have been dark and only lit by candlelight, had it not been day. It was filled with odd things that you would rarely see, that had no name but you wanted to call it something. Things that you could only get by sailing to a place and getting them yourself. Gabriel cleared his throat, and still hung onto the piece of valuable material.
"Yes?" the Captain said, and turned around. Upon his head were dread locks, and numerous beads strung after each other, a red bandana, a leather hat that had been frayed with weather and wear. "Can I help you sir?"
"Yes, thank you." Gabriel said. "I'm Gab-"
"I know who you are." Jack interrupted. "But go on."
"I need you to take me and my daughter somewhere." He said, cutting to the chase.
Jack turned back around and looked back at the map he was so furiously studying. "Mr. London, I do not take tourists. I am a pirate, I 'ave business to 'tend to, not you."
"What if I told you I could give you the map to the Lost Island?" Gabriel said.
Jack slowly turned around. "Don't be 'comin in 'ere expectin' a warm welcome, an' then I take yeh where ever yeh want to go, makin' up fiddles 'bout you knowin' where the Lost Island be."
Gabriel extended his hand, and in his hand was a folded up map, worn and torn. Blood was apparent on one of the corners. Jack took the map and unfolded it. On it, it read 'The Lost Island', and small lagoon. Jacks fingers trembled as he looked at the map. He looked back up at Gabriel. "Where did yeh git this?"
"It was in a hidden compartment on my hearth in my bedroom." he said. "Will you take us?"
Jack looked baffled at Gabriel. "Why would yeh. of all people. want, 'er need to go to The Lost Island? Yeh look like yeh have enough money as it is."
"That's none of your business, Jack Sparrow." Gabriel said. "But if you don't want our business, I'll be asking another captain." Gabriel made to grab the map from Jack, but Jack's lust for treasures made him thrust the map into the air.
"I didn't say I wouldn't take yeh." Jack said. "On what grounds are we? Who keeps what?"
"We half it." Gabriel said. "You and your crew take half, me and my daughter take the other half."
Jack looked disgruntled. "Must yeh take yer daughter with yeh? A ship's hardly a place for a woman."
"I don't go anywhere without my daughter." Gabriel said, standing firm. "Do we have a deal or what?"
Jack looked at the map, then to Gabriel, and smirked. "Aye. We do." And they shook on it.
Gabriel London was a name that everyone held in high esteem. He was a very wealthy landowner, a good to do citizen. His family was always thought of very highly, especially his daughter. His daughter was a beautiful young woman of the tender age of eighteen. Everything was just fine. Fine until something so huge happened, and changed it all.
Chapter 1
Gabriel London's daughter gracefully walked down the stairs at eight 'o' clock on a bright Saturday morning. She looked radiant, her brown hair in curls and wearing her new dress. She was getting used to corsets, but she, like other women, found them restricting. They hurt her ribs, made it harder for her to breath, and it showed more of her cleavage-which she did not take lightly. Upon her neck was a choker-an onyx stone on white lace that matched the hemming of her light purple dress. She saw her father standing at the bottom of the stairs, talking with one of the servants.
"Ah, darling!" he said when he latched eyes on her.
"Good morning father!" she said. "What are we going to do today?" Her father laughed.
"I am going to go into the port to talk to a gentleman about something." He responded. "You may stay here today. I've arranged for you to have tea with the Widow Greenwick." He looked at his daughter and rolled his eyes at her look of exhaust. "I know you don't enjoy senseless gossip, and that you'd rather be reading. but you need to socialize. It's what regular girls do."
"Yes, yes." She said, not wanting to start a fight with her father.
Her father smiled, and kissed her on the forehead and left the manor, leaving her all alone in the house until the Widow Greenwick arrived for tea.
Gabriel London soon reached the port, and boarded the Black Pearl, clutching something of great value in his hands. A member of the crew searched him for weapons before he was allowed to enter the office of Captain Jack Sparrow. When Gabriel entered the room finally, he was introduced into a room that would otherwise have been dark and only lit by candlelight, had it not been day. It was filled with odd things that you would rarely see, that had no name but you wanted to call it something. Things that you could only get by sailing to a place and getting them yourself. Gabriel cleared his throat, and still hung onto the piece of valuable material.
"Yes?" the Captain said, and turned around. Upon his head were dread locks, and numerous beads strung after each other, a red bandana, a leather hat that had been frayed with weather and wear. "Can I help you sir?"
"Yes, thank you." Gabriel said. "I'm Gab-"
"I know who you are." Jack interrupted. "But go on."
"I need you to take me and my daughter somewhere." He said, cutting to the chase.
Jack turned back around and looked back at the map he was so furiously studying. "Mr. London, I do not take tourists. I am a pirate, I 'ave business to 'tend to, not you."
"What if I told you I could give you the map to the Lost Island?" Gabriel said.
Jack slowly turned around. "Don't be 'comin in 'ere expectin' a warm welcome, an' then I take yeh where ever yeh want to go, makin' up fiddles 'bout you knowin' where the Lost Island be."
Gabriel extended his hand, and in his hand was a folded up map, worn and torn. Blood was apparent on one of the corners. Jack took the map and unfolded it. On it, it read 'The Lost Island', and small lagoon. Jacks fingers trembled as he looked at the map. He looked back up at Gabriel. "Where did yeh git this?"
"It was in a hidden compartment on my hearth in my bedroom." he said. "Will you take us?"
Jack looked baffled at Gabriel. "Why would yeh. of all people. want, 'er need to go to The Lost Island? Yeh look like yeh have enough money as it is."
"That's none of your business, Jack Sparrow." Gabriel said. "But if you don't want our business, I'll be asking another captain." Gabriel made to grab the map from Jack, but Jack's lust for treasures made him thrust the map into the air.
"I didn't say I wouldn't take yeh." Jack said. "On what grounds are we? Who keeps what?"
"We half it." Gabriel said. "You and your crew take half, me and my daughter take the other half."
Jack looked disgruntled. "Must yeh take yer daughter with yeh? A ship's hardly a place for a woman."
"I don't go anywhere without my daughter." Gabriel said, standing firm. "Do we have a deal or what?"
Jack looked at the map, then to Gabriel, and smirked. "Aye. We do." And they shook on it.