Ivy's P.O.V

I was still sore from the fight when I left with Mr. Smee to go to the docks. We got there later than usual but the pickings were still good and we got some pretty decent food that looked to be only a week old. I even managed to find some medicines and a couple books which were a rare find. Just before we left I saw an old and tattered coat hanging on a peg.

"How much?"

"For you dearie two silver pieces."

"One and we got a deal."

"I'll take it," The tradesmen said before handing me the coat.

Back at the docks I helped Mr. Smee put up the food before taking my books and coat to my room. Inside I put the books on my desk and rummaged around in my dresser before I found my sowing kit. Stripping the leather from my old coat I began to fix up my new one.

After stabbing myself a million times and some blood spilling on the coat it was finished and rather good if I say so myself. Putting it on I tested out how freely I could move and came to the conclusion I had done some good work.

Heading back above deck I walked into the kitchen to find Mr. Smee making lunch.

"Smells good."

"Ah thank you dear… Is that the coat from the market?"

"You like?"

"You've done an excellent job patching it up."

"Thank you," I smiled happy that he liked my work.

"Hello darling," Mom said.

"Hi Mom."

"New coat?"

"Yep made it myself."

"As usual," she said with a laugh. "Your Father wants you above deck."

"Ok Mama, bye Mr. Smee."

"Bye Ivy."

Above deck my dad was standing looking out over the Isle, I walked up next to him and wait for him to speak. We stood there for a few more minutes before he finally broke our silence.

"Do you know what's out there Ivy?"

"People."

"Yes but what else."

"Goods."

"And," he looked at me expectantly.

"I don't know, what's out there Father?"

"Your future."

"Oh."

"Ivy dear this is where you will grow up and pillage. I think it's time you go and build you reputation."

"What do you mean?"

"As of tonight you will be kicked off the ship for the next week and have to fend for yourself till your brother comes to get you."

"But Father—"

"No buts I've made up my mind."

"Yes Father."

"You are dismissed."

With that I walked off and back under deck to my room where I stayed till the end of the day when I had to leave.

"Stay safe darling," Mom said handing me my sword and dagger.

"I'll try."

"Bye," my siblings said.

"Good luck," Father's voice sounded above me.

I nodded my head and walked off the ship to shore and disappeared into the heart of the isle.

There were shops everywhere, displays of scarves, jewelry, and food littered every street corner. People were haggling over prices while thieves stole from the back and disappeared amongst the shadows.

"Hey come back here boy!" Someone shouted.

"Ha come and catch me if you can."

A boy with tan skin and brown hair ran past me holding a few items in his arms smirking. The store owner stopped just short of me and shook his head before he went back to his display.

The rest of the week was filled with cuts, nicks, bruises, and an empty belly. Oh I survived but it wasn't a pleasant week at all. When I returned home things seemed different and the atmosphere seemed to have shifted from pleasant to haunting. I learned that my mother died of a fever while I was gone and all her books and treasures had been moved into my room.

I was in disperse and didn't talk to anyone for a week strait, I stayed in my room and read, sewed, and learned to sketch designs and write poetry. When I finally started to socialize again it was clear that things had changed. Father was stricter and from what my siblings had told me he drunk more and had more violent spells.

I spent most of my time with Mr. Smee and the crew learning how to run a ship and take care of it. My days were spent cooking and hanging from ropes while I patched up the sails. Then I would go and have sword fights with the crew and little skirmishes with my siblings from time to time.

As I got older I learned many things through observing my siblings fight and what their week points were. Harry was always striking first and not minding his feet. Harriet was almost too aware planning ahead and getting an unexpected attack. Calista was wild and unpredictable but she had a habit of guarding her middle most.

When I fought them I used my observations to my advantage easily took them down after a few minutes. I was careful not to be too good so I wouldn't upset Father.

As the years went by it was clear things were changing.

Hey eveyone sorry for my absence but I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I know it was kinda fastpaced and short but it's time I got things rolling so the next chapter will be some backstory and then to present time.

Till next time stay awesome and long live evil.

~TheWinterSoldier42