Heart of Glass

A Pirate's Daughter's Adventure

Chapter 1

"Drink up, me hearties, yo ho. We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot. Drink up, me hearties, yo ho. Yo ho, yo ho. A pirate's life for me. We extort, we pilfer, we filch and sack. Drink up-"

"Letter, Beaux," my mother shouted, as she marched up into my room, where I could hear the echoing voice of the drunken men singing downstairs.

I looked up from my book, and quietly questioned," Who is it from?"

"Your father," she spat coldly, handing me the weathered letter.

I eagerly opened the letter, while I politely asked," Do you need my help down in the bar tonight?"

"Yes, since Scarlet and Gisele are both off working. So that means we are two short for helping to serve drinks. And with the damn pirate attack on Port Royal, dozens of pirates have come here to hide, until the East India Trading Company stops patrolling the waters so vigorously."

I sighed, and gave my mother one last glance," I'll be down stairs, as soon as I finish reading my letter."

My mother rolled her eyes, and began to saunter back down stairs.

I eagerly looked down at the first letter I had received from my father in three months.

Dear Beaux,

I trust that your mother and you are both well, and that all is well in Tortuga.

I find it harder and harder, with each passing day, to picture what you must look like now. For you are now seventeen, and no longer that little girl I use to be able to pick up and carry around all of Tortuga.

You probably have your mother's hair, and probably her fair skin. You are probably tall and lean like her too, with her smile and her laugh. But you probably still have that soft melodic voice you had as a child. Yet the one thing of mine I know you have, is my eyes. And I doubt your eyes have changed, for mine have never changed from my years as a youth to my elder age now.

I wonder if you have married by now. I wonder what this lucky man looks like, acts like. Does he treat you well? Is he rich? Is he a pirate, or a law-abiding citizen? Do you have children? If you do at such a young age, you should know by now that I disapprove, but if you love the gentleman and he can take care of you and the babes, then I guess all is well.

Oh…of all the things I think about now that I am gone from Tortuga, and away from you.

I miss you with all of my heart, Beaux. Ragetti and Pintel talk of you often. Bootstrap talks of his son Will too. And between you and Will, the whole crew can spend hours talking of our families and what they must be up too. But you know Jack, he doesn't talk about his family very much, instead he comments on our family members. Typical Jack.

I do not see myself coming back to Tortuga any time soon. Jack is working us very hard, and it is becoming harder and harder to avoid the royal navy.

But do not worry for me, my sweet. I am just an old sea dog, near the end of his time.

I wish you and your mother the best, and miss you with all of my old salty heart.

With all the love I do possess,

You're Loving Father

Pirate Lord of the Caspian Sea

Hector Barbossa

I sadly sighed, and folded the letter back up.

It was comforting to read my father's writing, but it wasn't the same as hearing his voice or actually seeing him and feeling his loving touch.

The letter joined the pile of other letters I had received over the past seven years, upon my small vanity/writing desk.

But the amount of letters was so miniscule, that I could fit all of them into a small drawer, next to my combs.

I stood up from the chair, and surveyed my appearance in the mirror.

I was dressed in a beautiful pale blue gown, with a bright red sash around my waist. I had bought it when a French pirate came here, after he had taken control of a French nobleman's ship, which also carried several of the man's mistresses and his childless wife.

I pressed down the front of the dress with my palms, thinking about the letter.

My father was right to some extent. I really did look like my mother's child. I had her pale blonde hair, which seemed bleached from the harsh rays of the sun. My skin was just as pale as my mother's, like I had been stuck in London, and had never seen the outside world.

But unlike my mother, I had stayed petite, just as I had as a child. I was short, and relatively slim, except for my curvy hips, thighs, and chest.

My mother claims I must have inherited this from my father's side. For she claimed that no woman on her side of the family, meaning the French side of my family, didn't look like me.

I sighed, as I forced my father's letter out of my head.

And I leaned forward, to grab several clips and pins, to pull my hair back, before I resumed my quick jog down the stairs, as I avoided the thrown bottles, punch, and bodies, along with gun shots, and anything else that could possibly harm me on my way down to the bar floor.

But on the way down, someone wrapped their arm around my waist, pulling me back into them.

"I've been looking for you," a familiar voice cooed into my ear, letting me sigh-letting out my pent up scream.

I forced myself out of Sirius's grasp, before looking back at him, and scolding him," I have to work, Sirius."

Sirius lightly laughed, while he took a step to the side, letting a man go running past him, and off the edge of the balcony.

I had become use to such antics, as had Sirius, who visited me regularly, or whenever he wasn't away on contract to a pirate or the Royal Navy. Since Sirius was a mercenary of sorts, hopping one day he would have enough money to retire on.

"You don't get paid, for working for you mother, Beaux." Sirius grinned, as he wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling my up against him, as another man went running off the edge of the balcony.

I must admit, I loved being held by Sirius, and being in such close quarters, but I had to work. For whatever money I was able to make for my mother, in return became money for me to use on buying dresses, books, or any other good I see and I wish to buy.

I stepped back away from Sirius, before retorting, in a teasing tone," And what would I do with my time, if I didn't work?"

"Allow me to enjoy several minutes of your time," Sirius smirked, but it was obvious he was clueless as to what I would we would do, if he actually got me to skip out on working tonight.

I rolled my eyes, only to grab Sirius's hand, tug him out of the way of one of my mother's whores chasing a man, who was obviously drunk and had no clue where or who he was.

But once again, Sirius and I were pressed up against one another, and instantly a thought went off in my brain.

I looked up at Sirius, and smiled," We'll go for a quick walk. But then you have to help me down at the bar tonight. You can keep your tips, if you make any, because I don't think most pirates are into your type-if you get my drift." I winked at him mischievously.

Sirius sighed in defeat, before he kissed the top of my blonde head. "You're lucky; I'd do just about anything for you."

I grinned, and childishly mused," And you're lucky that I'm so loveable and cute."

Sirius chuckled loudly, before I initiated a small game of catch me if you can, and wiggled out of his arms and running towards the bar.

But Sirius, being a legendary pirate's son and sought after mercenary, he was agile and quick enough to follow me, and jump over the edge of the stair railing, landing mere inches away from me.

"Gotcha," he reached out to capture me, but I dodged his arms, and lifted up my skirt, as I giggled and ran out of the bar and into a back alley.

But the problem with allies is there is typically only one way in and out. And that isn't a good thing, when you're being chased.

So I did the next best thing I could think of. Hide. I jumped over a puddle of mud, that surrounded the pigs my mother kept out back, and I hid myself behind the shack, where I tried to catch my breath.

But I wasn't hidden for long.

Sirius easily found me, and pinned against the building wall, with a forceful kiss.

"I found you," he whispered against my lips, as I submitted to him.

"Yes, you did," I smirked back, only to have him lift me up, and put me upon a crate, so I was now the same height as him.

I childishly swung my lags back and forth, while Sirius leaned forward and cupped my cheek with his hand. I leaned forward, and placed a gentle kiss upon his full lips.

"I love you," Sirius announced quietly, with his low, yet hauntingly charming, voice echoing up into my ears, instantly making me smile, as wide as I could.

Sirius had been my confidant and closest friends, since my father had left me and his father had left him. But, Sirius, unlike I, had lived a life of adventure all of his life. He has traveled around the Caribbean, earning large sums of money, and was even literate, thanks to my help. And in fact now, I dare say he was probably better read than even I.

But his surprisingly tall, lean, yet muscular, body-with large broad shoulders, full lips, beautifully tanned skin, and long silky black hair, he kept tied up, and his dark-almost pitch black- eyes, he looked nothing life his father. Except for each day that passed I could clearly see he had inherited his father's cunning and knack for always getting himself out of any situation and twisting people's words to his benefit.

I cupped his cheek and whispered back," I will always love you, Sirius."

He smiled, while we both just starred into one another's eyes, resting our foreheads upon one another.

Suddenly I heard footsteps coming from the entrance to the ally, making both Sirius and I freeze, and looked towards the entrance. I just hoped Sirius and I both were hidden by the pigs' shack next to us.

"Hand me the bucket of water," I heard an oddly familiar voice commanded.

Sirius silently stepped back, away from me, trying to catch a glimpse of who was there.

Sirius then froze, as his eyes went wide.

"Sirius?" I whispered, but he didn't respond, while I heard a splash of water.

"Curse you for breathing, you slack-jawe' idiot!" I heard someone cry from within the pig pen.

But it was silent for a moment, before this voice repeated again," Mother's love! Jack!"

Instantly my ears perked up, as I pushed myself off of the carte, and up against the pig pen, trying to look through a hole.

I could spot Gibbs, a regular customer of my mother's, lying amongst the pigs, but I couldn't see the faces of the two intruders, only their feet.

"You should know better than to wake a man when he's sleeping. It's bad luck."

"Fortunately, I know how to counter it." The familiar voice echoed again. "The man who did the waking buys the man who was sleeping a drink. The man who was sleeping drinks, while listening to a proposition from the man who did the waking."

That was when one who was talking, knelt down to help Gibbs up.

I felt my heart quicken, yet my breath was stolen away from me.

It was Captain Jack Sparrow. The captain to my father's ship, and if Jack was here, that meant my father had to be here too.

"Aye, that'll about do it." Gibbs smiled, as he stood up, only to have another bucket of water be thrown at him, but the other man I didn't recognize.

"Blast! I'm already awake!" Gibbs shouted at the young man, who seemed oddly familiar too. Like I knew him, or maybe knew somebody he was related too. He was probably a customer of mother's at one point or another.

"That was for the smell." The young man explained, with surprisingly proper English. He defiantly wasn't a pirate.

Gibbs sighed in defeat, but I heard Sirius's voice butt in, as he walked around and joined the three men.

"You threw it at the wrong fool. The one, who reeks of stench, is Jack."

I went wide eyes, while Jack and the other young man starred at Sirius oddly, while Gibbs squinted, trying to place Sirius's face.

"And you are?" Jack questioned, doing his usual hand gesture and swagger.

Sirius scowled," I'd expected that question coming from you. After all I haven't seen you in ten years, give or take a few months."

"Who are you?" The younger man questioned, with a threatening tone, while Gibbs's eyes lit up.

Without a second more, I stood up, and ran over to Sirius's side, and grabbed his arm, preventing him to start an argument among the three of them.

"And who may you be?" Jack smiled as he looked over at me, but then our eyes connected, as I saw his face change instantly.

He was no longer smirking, but instead wearing a slightly afraid and weak smile. He recognized who I was, better than his own son.

"Of course this drunken bastard doesn't remember us," Sirius sneered to the younger man and Gibbs, as he took a protective step in front of me.

But Gibbs began to stutter," Jack, that's-"

"My son," Jack finished, making the other young man looking alarmed. "And you-"he sent me one of his classic devious grins me,"-I'd recognize those eyes from anywhere. Beaux."