My name is Isabel Watts. I am nineteen. I am on the hunt for revenge.
I live in Port James, 20 miles from Port Royal where I know one of the pirates used to reside.
Naturally that is where I began my hunt.......
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It seemed that over Port Royal's many years it had grown rather lax in its security. Pirates ran the town, unchallenged by any of the Navy's men.
The Navy's men just watched as their town, there home was destroyed, as England's land were being taken from them, right under their very noses, by the very people they were meant to protect it from. That's kind of ironic, but isn't that life?
I myself found Port Royal, despite its indifferences rather charming. Maybe that was because I was staying with a great friend of mine, Elizabeth Swann.
Elizabeth Swann, my one ticket to finding the truth. She after all had sailed with Jack and after almost marrying Will, well how was I supposed to pass up that opportunity.
Yes I hear you,
I was evil,
I was using one of my best friends,............but I was trying to have revenge on them who do not deserve to live, do not deserve to breath the free air. Murderers, Tyrants, Servants of the Devil. That's all they truly are.
She told me everything about everything. How she had been kidnapped. How Will had set out to rescue her, and Jack to get his ship back, How the dreaded Barbossa had eventually been killed.
I must say I was surprised. Elizabeth, the governors daughter a woman of find upstanding wealth, having been brought up in the world of powder and power would engage in such dealings.
Yes I know, I am to.
But what surprised me the most was the fact she had turned Commodore Norrington down for some blacksmith, who ran off and left her for a life at sea.
I guess she was shocked too, when I told her of my plan. No not shocked, Hysterical. She screamed and swore to high heaven that she would kill me if I lay a finger on dear William. She was all for going to her father and having me locked away like a poor defenceless animal. Yet I was not defenceless. Elizabeth forgot that fact.
Poor Liz. She really didn't understand, grief does things to people, changes them. For good or worse you can never tell.
But the fact that's troubling me? What am I supposed to do with her body?
I live in Port James, 20 miles from Port Royal where I know one of the pirates used to reside.
Naturally that is where I began my hunt.......
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It seemed that over Port Royal's many years it had grown rather lax in its security. Pirates ran the town, unchallenged by any of the Navy's men.
The Navy's men just watched as their town, there home was destroyed, as England's land were being taken from them, right under their very noses, by the very people they were meant to protect it from. That's kind of ironic, but isn't that life?
I myself found Port Royal, despite its indifferences rather charming. Maybe that was because I was staying with a great friend of mine, Elizabeth Swann.
Elizabeth Swann, my one ticket to finding the truth. She after all had sailed with Jack and after almost marrying Will, well how was I supposed to pass up that opportunity.
Yes I hear you,
I was evil,
I was using one of my best friends,............but I was trying to have revenge on them who do not deserve to live, do not deserve to breath the free air. Murderers, Tyrants, Servants of the Devil. That's all they truly are.
She told me everything about everything. How she had been kidnapped. How Will had set out to rescue her, and Jack to get his ship back, How the dreaded Barbossa had eventually been killed.
I must say I was surprised. Elizabeth, the governors daughter a woman of find upstanding wealth, having been brought up in the world of powder and power would engage in such dealings.
Yes I know, I am to.
But what surprised me the most was the fact she had turned Commodore Norrington down for some blacksmith, who ran off and left her for a life at sea.
I guess she was shocked too, when I told her of my plan. No not shocked, Hysterical. She screamed and swore to high heaven that she would kill me if I lay a finger on dear William. She was all for going to her father and having me locked away like a poor defenceless animal. Yet I was not defenceless. Elizabeth forgot that fact.
Poor Liz. She really didn't understand, grief does things to people, changes them. For good or worse you can never tell.
But the fact that's troubling me? What am I supposed to do with her body?