-Chelsey- AKA: HisBeautiful
Disclaimer- I unfortunatly do not own POTC or the sexy man that is Johnny Depp. sigh I'll prolly never meet him either. Maybe I should move to France...What do you think Lauren? You speaka the French, I doa the searching, and we split the prize 50/50? Oh and again I don't own POTC. To bad though. I do however own Isabelle and her parents.
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Chapter 1- My Life Before Love
Isabelle longed for adventure. Her father once told her that she came out of her mother's womb looking like she had adventures hidden behind her dark chocolate eyes. But that was before her mother passed.
Isabelle's mother was one of the most feared pirates in her time. She was captain of her own ship at the tender age of 16. She ruled with an iron fist but a kind heart. No man died who didn't deserve it. At 17 Belle Rosa, as she was called, met Isabelle's father, Thomas Darcy. She was smitten. After a month at port, Belle Rosa was pregnant and married. No one knew how a simple Englishman had tamed a pirate. !8 years old and a mother, Rose Darcy, as she was now called, had a beautiful daughter to tell her stories to. Fancinating stories they were too, all about her conquests and adventures. Rose never lost her accent, or the P tatooed on her arm. They were constant reminders of what she had left behind for a family.
Isabelle's childhood had been a grand one. Her father and mother loved each other and being wealthy didn't hurt much, but Isabelle lived through her mothers stories. She wanted nothing more than to become a pirate, plundering, sword fighting and drinking rum! All of Isa's dreams came crashing down shortly after her 10th birthday. Her mother died of the sweating sickness. Rose told her daughter that before she died Isa had to promise her two things.
1.) Don't drink rum until she turned 18.
2.) marry only for love and to go where her heart leads her.
As Isa grew into a young lady her father began to ignore her. He didn't neglect her by any means. She always had what she needed or wanted, but everytime he looked at his daughter Thomas would have a sad expression on his face and tears in his eyes. Isa reminded Thomas of his beautiful wife, the pain was too much. Isabelle rebelled slowly at first by not wearing dresses but breeches instead, or sneaking off to the blacksmith's for sword fighting lessons. Then she started tanning on her balcony not wanting to be a pale freak like the other girls her age. She also wanted to hang around the sailors down along the docks. They ended up taking her under their wing. She learned all she knew about sailing from them, and she picked up their accent along with plenty more pirate stories to add to her collection. Isabelle's only friend was the blacksmith's apprentice, Will Turner. She had come to know him well over the years and he taught her how to defend herself. Isa went away for a week to stay with her "snooty aunt" for a week. When she came back she found Will to be married to Elizabeth Swann, and full of stories of the Black Pearl and her captain, Jack Sparrow.
Isabelle sat locked in her room as the moon streamed through her window. Her father had locked her in because tomorrow Isa was supposed to move in with her "snooty aunt" until she became a lady again.Her aunt seemed to think everyone was beneath her. Isa hated her with the firey passion of a thousand suns. Isabelle's father aimed to marry her off to the highest bidder since she was nearly 20 and in her prime. Isa was NOT going to stand for that. She didn't want to be a breeding machine for some old man! She had to get out!
"I have half the ports' navy on the lookout for you in case you try to escape," her father had said earlier that day.
/That bastard thinks 'e can keep me in here? He's dead wrong! the navy be looking for me, but they ain't looking for a pirate./
Isa thought as she dug through her mothers old pirate clothes. After outfitting herself with her mothers' sword, dagger, and pistol, Isabelle shaped a metal wire she had stolen from the kitchen into a P. The red hot wire burned her copper skin as she held the P on the wrist of her right arm. Choking down a scream Isa soked her wrist in her wash basin then wrapped it in cloth. With one last look around her room Isa grabbed her hat and her bag of coins and climbed out her window and down tree right next to her balcony.
Isa breathed easier when she entered the smithy. Will welcomed here with a worried look when he saw who she looked like.
"What are you doing here and dressed like your mother?" Will asked not stopping with the sword he was polishing.
"Will, you 'ave to get me 'board a ship leaving tomorrow! I 'ave to get out of 'ere! I need to be free." Isa pleaded.
"You realize that Elizabeth will have my head for letting you leave? You know that she said you could live with us until you found a suitable husband." Will said equally pleading.
Isa could only smile at how much her friends cared, even if they were her only friends. Then she was struck with a brilliant idea.
"Will, I challenge you to a duel!" Isa said returning to proper English in order to mock him. "If ye win I be going back to me own house and n'er think of escaping again. But if I be winn'en then ye take me to a ship leaving Port Royal on the 'morrow, savvy?" Isa said
"You've got yourself an accord!" Will said shaking Isa's hand.and thus the duel began. They were both a blur of flashing steel. Each one defecting the others blow, then dealing another of their own. Isa started to lose.She panicked but then remembered something, she knew just how to win...She kicked Will's sword into the air. Catching it as she pointed her gun at him.
"You cheated!" Will said smiling.
"Pirate!" Isa said back grinning as well. "But unlike yer Jack Sparrow I be 'aving more than one shot, and I'm not 'fraid to use 'em. Do ye surrender Mr. Turner?" Isa asked raising her eyebrow in question. Will Laughed when he saw the twinkle in Isabelle's eyes. Her brown eyes always reminded him of Jack's for some reason. Will mearly shrugged the thought off and pulled playfully on Isa's hair trinkets. Isa had learned how to weave the beads and other objects in from her mother. She had done it shortly before her father had told her the news of the move to the "snooty aunts" house. Isa put her pistol back in its holster and waited for Will to begin their search for a ship. She knew she'd be safe from the guards if she were with Will because they never suspected him of anything.
"I know just the ship you need to board Isa." Will said leading Isabelle down the dock
He pointed out to the ocean once they reached the end of the dock. Isa followed his pointed finger and gasped.
"The Black Pearl..." she whispered.
"She pulled into port yesterday. Jack came for a quick visit, but had to make a hasty exit when Commodor Norrington paid a surprise call." Will explained as if were an everyday thing to have the famous pirate captain over for tea.
"Will, 'ow the bloody 'ell am I supposed to get out to the Pearl?" Isabelle asked.
"Easy!" Will replied. "You swim." He said pushing Isa into the water.
"Will ye bloody bastard! I otta slit yer throat!" Isabelle screamed at him.
"Get going Isa before someone catches you." Will warned. "Good Luck!"
Isa didn't have to be told twice. She waved goodbye then turned toward the pearl and started her lengthy swim to the black ship.
Isa never expected the ship to be so huge. She was facinated by the pure size of its' deck. But she had no time to dally, she had to find someplace to hide. She walked up to the cabin above deck
/This must be the captains quarters/ Isa thought as she atempted to pick the lock. She'd locked herself out of the bathroom enough times to become an expert at the job. Isa let out a sigh of realief as the door opened silently for her. She crept in as steathily as possible and closed the door behind her relocking it. She gasped as she saw a man laying on the bed in the corner with an empty bottle of rum hanging loosly in his hand. Isabelle had never looked upon a more dashingly handsome man.
/He must be Captain Jack Sparrow/ Isa thought as the copper skinned man snored softly. His chest falling with each breath. Isa reached out to touch the seemingly soft skin but then thought better of it.
Isa decided since she had nothing else to do until the captain woke up, that she'd make herself at home. Her clothes had already mostly dried out from the heat of the evening, so she sat down in the chair behind the desk across from the bed. She found some parchment, a quill and some ink, and thus decided to draw the handsome sleeping figure. Isa was so focused drawing a certain detail on one of the golden trinkets in Jacks' hair, she didn't notice the captain staring at her, fully awake, but slightly drunk.
laughs evily you wanna know what happens next don't you? Well you'll just have to wait till I update. Which won't be to long. I'll have it up in the next few days cuz I'm so full of ideas. Anywho read and review this. And don't worry about it being so short, I was in such a hurry to post it I had to find a good stopping place. So here it is! The first chapter of La Belle Rosa. Hope you enjoyed! Thanks to Citadel who offered to read this story first! Thank you!
-HisBeautiful- AKA: Chelsey