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A/N: Sorry this chapter wasn't updated sooner I got a small case of
writer's block. But not to worry I'm back.
FencingBabe7: Yeah I'm going to fix Elizabeth's personality. I'm glad ye
liked the fencing with mops part. An' thank ye fer reviewin' *hugz*
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Anamaria could hear footsteps coming down the stairs leading to the brig. She raised her head to see Bosun and another pirate walk towards her cell.
"Get up now, the captain says it's time to go," Bosun ordered strictly while unlocking her cell. Anamaria grunted as she got up from the cell floor. Then Bosun grabbed her roughly and dragged her to the deck. The sun was setting in the sky, the sky turning shades of red, purple, and orange. There on top of the deck awaiting her was Barbosa. He wore a smug grin on his face as he eyed Anamaria up an' down. Anamaria just glared at him, he muscles tensing as she was dragged closer to him.
"Is she all ready," Barbossa asked Bosun his expression becoming more serious.
"Almost sir," Bosun answered the question while tightening his grip on Anamaria as she struggled for control.
"I can stand by me self, ye twit," Anamaria growled as she stepped on the foot of the other pirate holding her. He howled and let go as Anamaria tried to pull away from Bosun, trying to gain back her freedom. Anamaria would have gotten it, if any other pirate were in Bosun's place. Bosun just sneered at her as her face showed defeat and irritated expressions. Barbossa grinned at her attempts and came closer to Anamaria, much not to Anamaria's liking.
"Are ye as feisty in the bed with Jack as ye are wit' me. Ye know I like feisty women," Barbossa purred as he backed away from Anamaria expecting an outburst of anger his way. Anamaria's eyes filled with loathing and scorn, while she flailed all about trying to reach Barbossa so she could make a good dent in him. Barbossa laughed at this action and moved a little closer to her again but nowhere near as close to her as last time.
"Don't worry, ye will get yer chance to play wit' me," Barbossa cackled as the crew laughed behind him. Anamaria looked more enraged but stopped struggling seeing that her efforts were hopeless.
"I would want ta play let alone be wit' ye as much as a cat would want to play wit' a dog," Anamaria retorted as she watched Barbossa turn a shade of red, his anger building up with in.
"Bosun take 'er to a cabin, an' bring 'er proper attire for are little gathering' later ta night," Barbossa barked, then returned to his cabin to work on his plan of revenge.
Anamaria smiled arrogantly, pleased that she got Barbossa mad enough to almost burst. Bosun opened a door to a small cabin and threw Anamaria in and locked the door. Anamaria looked around cabin. It was small, but was able to fit a desk, cot, and a dresser in it. She sat down on the bed. It was soft and inviting, at least that's the way it felt when being compared to sleeping on the floor or a wood bench. She laid there for a minute, closing her eyes to soak in the feeling of relaxation the best she could. Then the door flew open and Bosun threw a dress at her.
"Ye'll be wearin' this tonight," Bosun said in his usual gruff voice, as Anamaria just stared. Bosun left locking the door to the cabin to make sure she wasn't wondering around on the ship, or escaping. Anamaria held out the dress in front of, taking a good look at it. 'Ye gotta be kiddin'' Anamaria thought to her self, still looking at the dress. The dress that she held in her hands was a dress that looked similar to a whore's, but it wasn't as bad. The dress was made of red velvet, with a black corset. The dress had a plunging neckline that exposed the tops of her shoulders and some of her chest. On the shoulders were some designs of black lace that worked its way down to the sleeves of the dress. The sleeves of the dress hung down to her elbows then there was a slit down the middle of them and a few inches of the sleeves draped around her arm. At the bottom of the dress was more black lace. Anamaria started to put the dress on. She was doing great until she came to the corset. Anamaria cursed as she tried to tie the strings in the back. No luck, when all seemed hopeless with getting the corset tied, a knock came from the outside of her door. "Go away, ye stupid blighter," Anamaria yelled expecting a man's voice to come from behind the door.
"May I come in," called a young girls voice instead. Anamaria was shocked at the answer. "Aye ye may," Anamaria responded, as she did the door to her cabin opened. In walked a young girl that looked about the age of nine. The girl had thin blond hair and her skin was pale. She wore a simple white dress and worn brown leather boots. The girl quickly entered and shut the door. "Beg yer pardon miss, but do ye need some help," the girl asked staring at Anamaria with her big blue eyes. "I thought I was the only woman aboard this ship, I 'ave never seen ye before," Anamaria spat confused, as the girl smiled. "Ye 'ave never seen me because ye were always in the brig, an' I don't like to watch the prisoners be tortured," The girl responded her smile weakening as she stated the last part. "What's yer name girl? Is yer father a member o' the crew," Anamaria asked as she stopped trying to tie the corset. The girl looked down at her feet and started to play with her hair. "I'm Isabelle, an' me father is the captain of the Grave Revenge," Isabelle stated in a low voice. Anamaria looked at her stunned, she remembered Barbosa talking about his kids but she didn't think that one was aboard the ship. "Who is yer mother," Anamaria asked curious who would actually have sex with Barbosa. Isabelle looked up from the floor at this question, and looked strait into Anamaria's eyes. "Me mother is Mercedes Doven, she was a whore. She loved and raised me in Tortuga, till I was six. Then one night me father came back an' took me from me mother, I 'aven't seen her since," Isabelle answered sadly as her eyes showed every painful emotion that went with her story. Anamaria was touched by Isabelle's story, and truly felt her pain. "That's terrible, but why did yer father take ye from yer mother," Anamaria asked now sitting on the cot and motioned for Isabelle to do the same. "I guess he wanted some one to take over the ship when he was done, or somethin' like that," Isabelle answered as it hit Anamaria. "Why were ye taken prisoner by me father," Isabelle asked not knowing the whole story of Barbosa and Jack. "Well it's along story, but yer father used ta be first mate to me husband Captain Jack Sparrow. Then yer father committed mutiny against Jack an' marooned him," Anamaria responded then went on to tell the whole story of the cursed Aztec coins. Isabelle listened with fascination to the story, interest glowing in her eyes. "Now, yer father plans to get his revenge on Jack. So, he kidnapped me from me family, so Jack will come right ta him ta save me," Anamaria finished as Isabelle looked her with understanding. "Do ye know how ta tie this bloody thing," Anamaria asked pointing to the corset, Isabelle smiled at the fact that she could be useful. "Yes, for the six years I did live with my mother she tried to teach me how to at least dress like a lady," Isabelle responded as Anamaria gasped for air not used to the restricting feeling of a corset. "Holy Mary Mother o' God! How do women wear these," Anamaria cursed as she started to rethink asking for help to put on the corset. "I don't know, personally I only wore one once. An' after that I swore never to put one on again," Isabelle laughed as Anamaria smiled but couldn't laugh because of the corset. "Isabelle get up 'ere now," Barbossa yelled from the deck. "I must go, if I don't want to get hit," Isabelle stated quickly and left hurriedly not really wanting to leave Anamaria but knowing the consequences if she didn't were far worse. Anamaria watched the girl depart, Anamaria didn't think that Barbossa abused his child, but why did that surprise her.
Isabelle ran up the stairs directing to the deck. She really enjoyed talking with Anamaria. Isabelle hadn't talked with another woman in three years. Isabelle felt bad that Anamaria was taken away from her family, an on top of that whipped. Anamaria was really nice, but Isabelle had heard her talk to her father, an' she could understand what drove him to whip her. Isabelle admired Anamaria for being brave, and acting like her self even when she was in trouble. Isabelle walked up to her father standing by the helm. "Is our guest ready," Barbosa asked smiling as Isabelle looked at him strangely. "Yes, she is," Isabelle, answered as she thought about her father turning into a skeleton. "Wha's the matter wit' ye girl," Barbosa asked as Isabelle came out of her dream state. "Oh, nothin'," Isabelle responded not knowing what else to say. Her father looked at her quizzically then left not finding what he was looking for. She let out a sigh, she was glad her father didn't ask her more, cause she wouldn't know what to say an then he would clearly know something was wrong. Isabelle headed back to her cabin, it was around eight o' clock now an she wanted to get some rest before the event later tonight.
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It was around five o' clock and the crew of the Black Pearl was having diner. Jack was at a table with Christie, Danny, Gibbs, and the Turners. The rest of the crew was divided between the other tables in the galley. Elizabeth sat by Will looking content. For earlier she had apologized to Will for being stubborn, and too strict. Elizabeth didn't really mean for what she said to come out that way it was just she didn't want her children to become pirates. Although they had pirate in their blood, an she knew that all to well. By know every one was almost done eating their meal and were sitting back an' carrying on their conversations. After everyone was done some of the crew started to some games of cards. The children immediately accepted to play. Some went and played poker, and the rest went and played some other games.
Will and Elizabeth were going to play poker, when Jack pulled them aside.
"Will, Elizabeth, we need to talk, savvy," Jack said as he motioned to follow him quietly and trying to slip away unnoticed. The three adults once out of the galley, walked to Jack and Anamaria's cabin. When they were inside Jack looked out the door and into the hall way checking to make sure it was clear. Then he shut the door, and turned around to face Will and Elizabeth's blank expressions.
"Ye can never be too careful especially when yer 'bout ta 'ave a private conversation," Jack stated as the three remembered the last time they had a "private" conversation, that let to the failure of the plan.
"Jack what do you need to talk to us about," Elizabeth asked getting right to the point. Jack grinned at her eagerness.
"We are commin' close ta the Grave Revenge, an' Isle de Muerta. We'll probably catch up ta them durrin' the middle o' the night. So, we need to leave then wit' out the kids noticing we're gone, an' leave them on the Pearl," Jack stated his expression changing to a more serious one.
"What happens when the kids wake up in the morning and find out we're gone, what will stop them from going to Isle de Muerta if it is right there," Will asked Jack as Elizabeth crossed out a thought of one of her children being in danger an' she could do nothing about it. Elizabeth shook the thought out of her head.
"What I'll 'ave Gibbs do is as soon as we're on Isle de Muerta, he will steer the Pearl away from the island. So the kids are nowhere near the island incase anything goes wrong," Jack answered grimly looking down at the floor not wanting to see Will and Elizabeth's faces.
"What happens when we get Anamaria back, there will be no ship for us to escape on," Elizabeth asked as she looked at Jack.
"We will escape on the Grave Revenge, leaving Barbosa marooned on that god for saken spit of land," Jack answered looking the two in the eye.
"But, ye two 'ave ta choose if ye want ta come wit' me on Isle de Meurta, cause if somethin' goes wrong I can't guarantee that ye will be safe," Jack added looking serious as Elizabeth and Will looked at each other deciding what to do.
"I will go with you Jack, to the end," Will stated smiling as Jack smiled back.
"As will I," Elizabeth answered. Then the three talked a little bit more about what the plan was. The after a while they went to bed along with everyone else on the Pearl except for the night watch.
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Anamaria could hear footsteps coming down the stairs leading to the brig. She raised her head to see Bosun and another pirate walk towards her cell.
"Get up now, the captain says it's time to go," Bosun ordered strictly while unlocking her cell. Anamaria grunted as she got up from the cell floor. Then Bosun grabbed her roughly and dragged her to the deck. The sun was setting in the sky, the sky turning shades of red, purple, and orange. There on top of the deck awaiting her was Barbosa. He wore a smug grin on his face as he eyed Anamaria up an' down. Anamaria just glared at him, he muscles tensing as she was dragged closer to him.
"Is she all ready," Barbossa asked Bosun his expression becoming more serious.
"Almost sir," Bosun answered the question while tightening his grip on Anamaria as she struggled for control.
"I can stand by me self, ye twit," Anamaria growled as she stepped on the foot of the other pirate holding her. He howled and let go as Anamaria tried to pull away from Bosun, trying to gain back her freedom. Anamaria would have gotten it, if any other pirate were in Bosun's place. Bosun just sneered at her as her face showed defeat and irritated expressions. Barbossa grinned at her attempts and came closer to Anamaria, much not to Anamaria's liking.
"Are ye as feisty in the bed with Jack as ye are wit' me. Ye know I like feisty women," Barbossa purred as he backed away from Anamaria expecting an outburst of anger his way. Anamaria's eyes filled with loathing and scorn, while she flailed all about trying to reach Barbossa so she could make a good dent in him. Barbossa laughed at this action and moved a little closer to her again but nowhere near as close to her as last time.
"Don't worry, ye will get yer chance to play wit' me," Barbossa cackled as the crew laughed behind him. Anamaria looked more enraged but stopped struggling seeing that her efforts were hopeless.
"I would want ta play let alone be wit' ye as much as a cat would want to play wit' a dog," Anamaria retorted as she watched Barbossa turn a shade of red, his anger building up with in.
"Bosun take 'er to a cabin, an' bring 'er proper attire for are little gathering' later ta night," Barbossa barked, then returned to his cabin to work on his plan of revenge.
Anamaria smiled arrogantly, pleased that she got Barbossa mad enough to almost burst. Bosun opened a door to a small cabin and threw Anamaria in and locked the door. Anamaria looked around cabin. It was small, but was able to fit a desk, cot, and a dresser in it. She sat down on the bed. It was soft and inviting, at least that's the way it felt when being compared to sleeping on the floor or a wood bench. She laid there for a minute, closing her eyes to soak in the feeling of relaxation the best she could. Then the door flew open and Bosun threw a dress at her.
"Ye'll be wearin' this tonight," Bosun said in his usual gruff voice, as Anamaria just stared. Bosun left locking the door to the cabin to make sure she wasn't wondering around on the ship, or escaping. Anamaria held out the dress in front of, taking a good look at it. 'Ye gotta be kiddin'' Anamaria thought to her self, still looking at the dress. The dress that she held in her hands was a dress that looked similar to a whore's, but it wasn't as bad. The dress was made of red velvet, with a black corset. The dress had a plunging neckline that exposed the tops of her shoulders and some of her chest. On the shoulders were some designs of black lace that worked its way down to the sleeves of the dress. The sleeves of the dress hung down to her elbows then there was a slit down the middle of them and a few inches of the sleeves draped around her arm. At the bottom of the dress was more black lace. Anamaria started to put the dress on. She was doing great until she came to the corset. Anamaria cursed as she tried to tie the strings in the back. No luck, when all seemed hopeless with getting the corset tied, a knock came from the outside of her door. "Go away, ye stupid blighter," Anamaria yelled expecting a man's voice to come from behind the door.
"May I come in," called a young girls voice instead. Anamaria was shocked at the answer. "Aye ye may," Anamaria responded, as she did the door to her cabin opened. In walked a young girl that looked about the age of nine. The girl had thin blond hair and her skin was pale. She wore a simple white dress and worn brown leather boots. The girl quickly entered and shut the door. "Beg yer pardon miss, but do ye need some help," the girl asked staring at Anamaria with her big blue eyes. "I thought I was the only woman aboard this ship, I 'ave never seen ye before," Anamaria spat confused, as the girl smiled. "Ye 'ave never seen me because ye were always in the brig, an' I don't like to watch the prisoners be tortured," The girl responded her smile weakening as she stated the last part. "What's yer name girl? Is yer father a member o' the crew," Anamaria asked as she stopped trying to tie the corset. The girl looked down at her feet and started to play with her hair. "I'm Isabelle, an' me father is the captain of the Grave Revenge," Isabelle stated in a low voice. Anamaria looked at her stunned, she remembered Barbosa talking about his kids but she didn't think that one was aboard the ship. "Who is yer mother," Anamaria asked curious who would actually have sex with Barbosa. Isabelle looked up from the floor at this question, and looked strait into Anamaria's eyes. "Me mother is Mercedes Doven, she was a whore. She loved and raised me in Tortuga, till I was six. Then one night me father came back an' took me from me mother, I 'aven't seen her since," Isabelle answered sadly as her eyes showed every painful emotion that went with her story. Anamaria was touched by Isabelle's story, and truly felt her pain. "That's terrible, but why did yer father take ye from yer mother," Anamaria asked now sitting on the cot and motioned for Isabelle to do the same. "I guess he wanted some one to take over the ship when he was done, or somethin' like that," Isabelle answered as it hit Anamaria. "Why were ye taken prisoner by me father," Isabelle asked not knowing the whole story of Barbosa and Jack. "Well it's along story, but yer father used ta be first mate to me husband Captain Jack Sparrow. Then yer father committed mutiny against Jack an' marooned him," Anamaria responded then went on to tell the whole story of the cursed Aztec coins. Isabelle listened with fascination to the story, interest glowing in her eyes. "Now, yer father plans to get his revenge on Jack. So, he kidnapped me from me family, so Jack will come right ta him ta save me," Anamaria finished as Isabelle looked her with understanding. "Do ye know how ta tie this bloody thing," Anamaria asked pointing to the corset, Isabelle smiled at the fact that she could be useful. "Yes, for the six years I did live with my mother she tried to teach me how to at least dress like a lady," Isabelle responded as Anamaria gasped for air not used to the restricting feeling of a corset. "Holy Mary Mother o' God! How do women wear these," Anamaria cursed as she started to rethink asking for help to put on the corset. "I don't know, personally I only wore one once. An' after that I swore never to put one on again," Isabelle laughed as Anamaria smiled but couldn't laugh because of the corset. "Isabelle get up 'ere now," Barbossa yelled from the deck. "I must go, if I don't want to get hit," Isabelle stated quickly and left hurriedly not really wanting to leave Anamaria but knowing the consequences if she didn't were far worse. Anamaria watched the girl depart, Anamaria didn't think that Barbossa abused his child, but why did that surprise her.
Isabelle ran up the stairs directing to the deck. She really enjoyed talking with Anamaria. Isabelle hadn't talked with another woman in three years. Isabelle felt bad that Anamaria was taken away from her family, an on top of that whipped. Anamaria was really nice, but Isabelle had heard her talk to her father, an' she could understand what drove him to whip her. Isabelle admired Anamaria for being brave, and acting like her self even when she was in trouble. Isabelle walked up to her father standing by the helm. "Is our guest ready," Barbosa asked smiling as Isabelle looked at him strangely. "Yes, she is," Isabelle, answered as she thought about her father turning into a skeleton. "Wha's the matter wit' ye girl," Barbosa asked as Isabelle came out of her dream state. "Oh, nothin'," Isabelle responded not knowing what else to say. Her father looked at her quizzically then left not finding what he was looking for. She let out a sigh, she was glad her father didn't ask her more, cause she wouldn't know what to say an then he would clearly know something was wrong. Isabelle headed back to her cabin, it was around eight o' clock now an she wanted to get some rest before the event later tonight.
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It was around five o' clock and the crew of the Black Pearl was having diner. Jack was at a table with Christie, Danny, Gibbs, and the Turners. The rest of the crew was divided between the other tables in the galley. Elizabeth sat by Will looking content. For earlier she had apologized to Will for being stubborn, and too strict. Elizabeth didn't really mean for what she said to come out that way it was just she didn't want her children to become pirates. Although they had pirate in their blood, an she knew that all to well. By know every one was almost done eating their meal and were sitting back an' carrying on their conversations. After everyone was done some of the crew started to some games of cards. The children immediately accepted to play. Some went and played poker, and the rest went and played some other games.
Will and Elizabeth were going to play poker, when Jack pulled them aside.
"Will, Elizabeth, we need to talk, savvy," Jack said as he motioned to follow him quietly and trying to slip away unnoticed. The three adults once out of the galley, walked to Jack and Anamaria's cabin. When they were inside Jack looked out the door and into the hall way checking to make sure it was clear. Then he shut the door, and turned around to face Will and Elizabeth's blank expressions.
"Ye can never be too careful especially when yer 'bout ta 'ave a private conversation," Jack stated as the three remembered the last time they had a "private" conversation, that let to the failure of the plan.
"Jack what do you need to talk to us about," Elizabeth asked getting right to the point. Jack grinned at her eagerness.
"We are commin' close ta the Grave Revenge, an' Isle de Muerta. We'll probably catch up ta them durrin' the middle o' the night. So, we need to leave then wit' out the kids noticing we're gone, an' leave them on the Pearl," Jack stated his expression changing to a more serious one.
"What happens when the kids wake up in the morning and find out we're gone, what will stop them from going to Isle de Muerta if it is right there," Will asked Jack as Elizabeth crossed out a thought of one of her children being in danger an' she could do nothing about it. Elizabeth shook the thought out of her head.
"What I'll 'ave Gibbs do is as soon as we're on Isle de Muerta, he will steer the Pearl away from the island. So the kids are nowhere near the island incase anything goes wrong," Jack answered grimly looking down at the floor not wanting to see Will and Elizabeth's faces.
"What happens when we get Anamaria back, there will be no ship for us to escape on," Elizabeth asked as she looked at Jack.
"We will escape on the Grave Revenge, leaving Barbosa marooned on that god for saken spit of land," Jack answered looking the two in the eye.
"But, ye two 'ave ta choose if ye want ta come wit' me on Isle de Meurta, cause if somethin' goes wrong I can't guarantee that ye will be safe," Jack added looking serious as Elizabeth and Will looked at each other deciding what to do.
"I will go with you Jack, to the end," Will stated smiling as Jack smiled back.
"As will I," Elizabeth answered. Then the three talked a little bit more about what the plan was. The after a while they went to bed along with everyone else on the Pearl except for the night watch.
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