A/N: I hope you like some of the changes I have made. There's little back story now, I gave too much away in the introductions. So, here it is, fresh from the start. And to my previous reviewers, if you want to know, I received an A on my project (I was allowed to write this fanfiction for a Western Civilization project). I changed the names a bit, you'll see why.
Corsairs- pirates with plundered in the Mediterranean
Chapter one: A brief Introduction
Lady Catharine was put out. At eighteen, she was a beautiful young woman with defined features, blonde hair, and a set of sparky blue eyes. But of all her suitors, her reasonable, impertinent father had chosen Ruben Gorrión. A Spanish merchant, the man reminded her of some fish, swimming in the blackest ilk it could find on the ocean floor. He was tall, handsome, and dark as any man. But Catharine's stubborn Irish blood, however watered down it was, refused to go quietly.
Upon their first meeting, she told Ruben just what she thought of him. Catharine would marry him and ensure the next years would be nothing short of miserable. Being a gentleman, Ruben simply smiled, revealing a dashing row of semi-white teeth, before leaving. Their wedding night was certainly a surprise, for instead of forcing Catharine to lay with him, Ruben escorted her to her chambers, wished her goodnight, and left. Breakfast was a quiet affair, where Ruben studied Catharine with unnerving concentration, kissed her forehead, and left to settle business matters.
It would be another month before Catharine befriended him, and almost a year before they consummated their marriage, and Catharine was with child. The labor was terrible, and she came close to death, little thing that she was. Ruben was frantic with worry, making the serving girls laugh as he tried to run back and forth, tried to enter the chambers where a midwife stood guard, shooing him away so that 'women things could be handled by women.' Johnathan Nardo Gorrión was born, his mother was bedridden for some time afterwards, but she recovered quickly. Johnathan soon became the pride and joy of their small family.
But Catharine desperately wanted a little girl, and against his worries for her health, they kept trying. They moved to England, and Ruben sailed back and forth to conduct his business. For years there was no sign of a child, and Catharine grew older, her parents died, and she inherited the state, since she was their only living child. The stress between England and Spain caused Ruben such grief at work that he begged Catharine to return with him to Spain.
The economy was slowly starting to tilt, gold increased inflation, and soon the shiny mettle was worthless. Ruben's business started to loose money and Johnathan, now ten years old, was pulled from his private school. They moved into a smaller house, and discharged their servants with papers of recommendation. But even in this hard time, there was happiness. Catharine was with child. Her age and size proved to be even more of a challenge, the labor lasted for hours, and the servant girls no longer laughed as Ruben paced and tried to assist to the point where he refused to leave his wife's side, even at the urging of the midwife. A day had almost passed by, and finally the child was free. Spent, weak, and ill Catharine fainted. The child was a girl she named after her grandmother, Avariella, or just Ava for short. Small, like her mother, with her delicate lips, hands, feet, and nose. But her face was all angles like Ruben, head already covered in a thick patch of hair, light brown like Catharine's grandmother. Her eyes were dark deep pools of brown. "She will be a poet," her mother predicted, and kissed the child's nose.
Unable to keep up with the demands of taxes, business, and his growing family, Ruben sold the company to a wealthy noble, and singed on as a second mate (he did not know much about sailing) to one of his ships. The work was tiring, and Johnathan joined his father. After a bad fight with Corsairs, Johnathan's father ordered him to return home. It was only a last minute decision, but it saved the young man's life. Ruben was killed in a later skirmish, leaving Catharine a poor widow without prospects. Ava washardly a yearat the time, Johnathan thirteen. The bank took the house and Catharine's dresses and jewelry to pay off loans. Not wanting to leave his mother, but knowing he must, Johnathan returned to sailing.
Catharine sold what she had left and found work as a servant. An older woman, Consuelo was a noble who needed care and comfort. She doted on Ava as a grandmother might, for her family lived in the country and rarely visited. Johnathan returned home with his wages, and by hissixteenth birthday, Catharine was dead. A flash attack of yellow fever rushed over the city, killing the entire household except for those who asked to leave. Consuelo, the noble woman, was too kind to keep her servants from their families.
Four-year-old Avariella did not understand. She went beside her mother, tried to shake her awake, but nothing happened. Consuelo slept, her breathing shallow, and the doctor came, took one look at her, and drove her over to a local orphanage. Upon Johnathan's return, he learned his mother was dead. The orphanage a doctor spoke of was packed with young children, and Johnathan hadn't seen his sister in more than a year. Refusing to cry, he headed for the docks.
A/N: This story is set up from chapter one to begin after the third movie, so there's boundto be alot of problems when compared to the newest movie. Jack is alive, Barbosa has retired, Norrington was killed, so just review if you ahveany questions.
