The blonde moaned, trying to bat away the hand that was running through her hair. A chuckle from her side alerted the pirate that it was a woman sitting near her. Bella clenched her eyes shut before slipping them open.

"Ah, good to see you awake."

"Hnn, where am I? Who are you? What the bloody hell is going on…"

The dark skinned woman crossed her arms, "No need to be so rude. I am Anamaria and you are onboard the Black Pearl."

It took a moment for that information to sink in before Bella gasped loudly. The Pearl was quite famous everywhere; a ship made of wood almost completely black with sails the color of coal.

"…Am I really?"

"Would I have any reason to lie about it?"

Bella sat up, slightly wincing, "No…I suppose you would not…how did I get here?"

Anamaria set her hand against the blonde's back, steadying her swaying form, "The crew reeled in your life boat. More importantly, what were you doing on that life boat?"

Green eyes looked away, "I would rather not talk about it…"

"Alright, fine, no matter."

Belladonna looked over at the other woman. Anamaria was a good-looking woman with dark skin and even darker hair. Her eyes were a pleasing shade of golden brown.

"How are you feeling?" Anamaria suddenly asked.

The blonde shrugged, "I have been better."

"I'm sure you have…the cut on your side wasn't fatal, nor was it all that bad, but it required some sutures."

At the mention of that Bella blinked a few times. She remembered last night…well, it may have been last night, or it could have been a few nights ago. She was in here looking out the window and a man had tried to speak to her. Bella hadn't recognized him at that time but realized, now, that the man had been Captain Sparrow.

She had few memories of certain parts of her childhood…but she vaguely remembered someone in the Navy telling her about Captain Sparrow.

"He is the worst Pirate anyone has ever heard of," the man had said. Bella could almost hear his voice, almost see him in her mind. But, much like the ocean, which was sweeping to and fro underneath them, it was swept from her mind on a wave and pulled to sea.

Bella couldn't remember much about being younger, save for her mother and her own deep seeded desire to become a Pirate. She had gotten her wish and now…it was almost all spiraling down in front of her eyes. It hurt that she couldn't remember save for the little pieces that came to her in her sleep, even then she wasn't able to find the names for the people in her dreams.

The party was finally over.

All the guests were filing from the Baron's mansion, bidding their farewells to the hosts standing in the doorway.

Belladonna was once again running around with young Elizabeth. They were laughing this time, neither having upset the other for quite a while now.

A large man dressed in a shiny gold suit walked to the girls, holding out his hand, "Time to go now, Elizabeth."

The brunette whined, "Father, must I?"

He smiled, "Sorry my dear, but yes. You shall see Belladonna again."

Both children hugged each other and Bella walked her friend to the door. Mary Langley was standing there to see Governor Swann off.

"I do hope you join us again," she said, charming as ever.

"Well, since the girls are such good friends…it would be a shame to keep them apart for long."

Mary smiled and nodded, "Yes, they are quite fond of each other. Elizabeth is always welcome in our home."

The Swann's bid their farewell shortly thereafter.

Belladonna was left without a friend now, sighing and scuffing to the dance floor once more. Once she was out there the musicians started up a cute, little waltz. She smiled at them, they were family friends and she knew each one by name.

The girl started dancing, little black shoes daintily touching the floor. The light blue dress was swirling around her as she twirled and her hair followed the motion of the dress. The song only lasted a few seconds or so, but Bella was happy to have been doing something.

When the music stopped someone started clapping.

Green eyes went wide and the girl spun around, bringing her hands into her chest. She blushed brightly, wanting to hide, but having nowhere to do it as the man walked towards her.

"You are a wonderful dancer, Belladonna."

Her voice was soft, "Th-thank you, L-Lieutenant."

The man chuckled a little, finding it cute that she was so nervous around him. It wasn't hard to tell she fancied him and, to be honest, he enjoyed the attention.

The little blonde peered up at him, staring at his pristine uniform. There was shiny gold around his cuffs and on the front and it caught her eyes. She was almost tempted to reach out and run her fingers over the fabric.

Something else caught her attention though; he was holding something behind his back at the moment. Bella blinked and, curious as a kitten, tried to look behind his back.

Norrington caught this and turned slightly, giving her a smirk, "Would you like what I have behind my back? It is for you."

Belladonna blushed again and nodded slightly, "Wh-what is it, Lieutenant?"

The Navy Official kneeled, coming eye-level with her. The man pulled his hand from behind his back and held it out to Bella.

Her little eyes light up and she smiled brightly, "It is beautiful!"

"Well, your middle name is Rosalyn, is it not? Rosalyn means 'Rose' after all."

She reached out, little fingers grasping the stem of the bright red rose, careful to avoid the thorns. It was beautifully fanned out and smelled deliciously sweet. Green eyes looked back up to his face to see Norrington smiling at her. Belladonna hesitated for a long moment and stopped the Lieutenant as he was getting up.

"Thank you, Lieutenant," she said softly. The little girl leaned over, putting her hand on the other's shoulder before kissing his cheek. She pulled away quickly and blushed a deeper shade of red.

Norrington chuckled and stood up, patting her head, "You are very welcome…my little Rose."

Parties. She remembered those. Bella knew that her parents' parties were the most popular in Port Royal. In a way, she missed that simple kind of life.

It almost seemed to her that she was a failure and, wherever her mother was now, she was disgraced. What good Captain got themselves mutinied on? That had never happened to her mother. Her mother was one of the finest Captain's around.

For a while, things had gone perfectly with Bella's crew. They were gathering plenty of gold and taking down many other pirate ships. They never went hungry either. Her ship, The Deadly Rose, was known throughout the Orient, not only that, it was fairly famous in the Caribbean (not so famous as the Pearl, though).

The blonde had even let her First Mate into her heart.

However, that may have been her downfall…Bella would never really know.

She didn't understand how someone who acted so blissfully in love could turn on her so quickly. She should have been able to tell by the look in his eyes.

One thing Bella would never forget was the pain. Not just the physical aches, but the deep, heart-breaking, soul-shattering pain of being betrayed.

And, as a result, her feelings towards the opposite sex took a drastic, 180-degree turn. Once upon a time, she would have been more than willing to give her heart out to a man that pledged his love for her, now, the only love she would ever show a man would be the tip of her blade or the bullet from her gun. There would be no exceptions.

Anamaria blinked a few times and waved a hand in her face. Belladonna winced before looking over to the other.

"You alright?"

After another moment's silence Bella answered, "Yes."

"Well, I'm going to gather something for you to eat, need to build up some more strength."

The blonde nodded and watched as Anamaria left the room. Once gone, Bella sighed into the silence. However, the silence didn't last long for someone was sauntering into the room.

"Well, hello love!"

The voice was too jovial for her tastes…and much too male. Belladonna looked up and over to her visitor.

Sparrow was intent to make some smart remark or something equally as annoying but his voice got caught in his throat.

There was a fire burning in her bright green eyes, which were narrowed in something akin to serious loathing. She stared at him intensely, glaring look seeming to bore right into him, burning him from the inside, out. The blonde appeared almost predatory, like she should have been snarling and jumping for his throat.

Jack Sparrow had never felt more trapped in his life.