Chapter 7
After a few quiet moments, Jack took me inside and showed me to my room. It was painted a lovely pale blue and had a lavender canopy bed. I also had a large bureau, a vanity, and a large book case full of books. I also noticed that I had a sun room and a wood fireplace. The room was gorgeous and all the windows were open, allowing the aroma of the sea and of the flowers below my window to come in on the breeze.
"Do you like it?" Jack asked. Words couldn't express how much I loved the room, and I told him so. I then noticed a painted full portrait of a woman above the mantel of my fireplace. She had long black hair that hung down almost to her waist and deep, piercing brown eyes. She wore clothes similar to Jack's and had a pistol on her belt. She brandished a sword into the air as the sea rolled behind her. I didn't even think twice about who this woman was. I knew.
"That's your mom, Isabella von Tassel. Al least, that was her last name before I married her," Jack said, staring at the picture with me. "Then she became Isabella Sparrow."
"I thought that was her. She's so beautiful," I said, almost in a trance. I couldn't believe that this was my mother. I had read about the notorious female pirate captain Isabella von Tassel in school, but I never in a million years would've guessed she was my mother.
"Yeah, she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever laid eyes on. And a fiery spirit too. She wouldn't go anywhere against her will, and she'd fight anyone who challenged her authority. Incredible with a sword she was. Never missed a shot with a pistol either." As I listened, I imagined in my mind's eye what she must have been like in life. I could see a woman on a ship with the wind blowing through her hair. Her eyes caught the sun's light and they flashed.
Jack and I were so fixated on the picture of my mom that we didn't hear a knock on our front door. But then I heard someone yelling.
"JACK! It's Anamaria and Gibbs! We 'ave Angel's stuff out here and would like to get it to her room now!" Jack and I ran to the front door and let the two pirates in. They carried the trunk to the foot of my bed and were just about to leave when Anamaria's eye caught my mom's image.
"Ah yes, Isabella's portrait. I thought that was in the other room, Jack."
"It was, but I decided it should be moved to Angel's room, so I moved it," Jack responded. Anamaria looked at the picture for a moment, then turned and followed Gibbs out. We all walked to the front door and saw Anamaria and Gibbs off. Once they'd left, Jack and I ventured outside. He laid down in the hammock and slept while I took to the garden. It had tons of weeds that needed to be pulled, so I set to it.
Author's Note:
Sorry that chapter was a little dull! The next chapter should be better! Reviews are welcome – Artemis