Story by me.

Proof reading and editing by SeverinadeStrango.

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Isabel, now fourteen years old, looked up into the night sky from her position in the Crow's nest, remembering the day she first sat here - the day she truly joined Ratbeard's crew. Isabel was no longer a little girl – her petite body had become beautifully curvaceous. She became a fine pirate and smuggler during her years among the Wharf Rat Pack, a clan of rat pirates that thrived with great strength. They, of course, were only one of the big pirate groups – there were others, such as the Red Claw of the crabs, and the Shark Cutthroats. When the Wharf Rats heard about Ratbeard's adoption of the child, they thought it would be best to put her to the test to determine if she was worthy enough to be an official member of the Wharf Rat pack.

The test consisted of three simple rites of passages. The first was to test for cunning, which she definitely had in her, and to be able to steal six Monquistan ships and ten gallons of yum by means of this trickery.

The second was to capture battacuda. This proved to be a tricky task, although it was completed nevertheless.

Finally, the last task was to challenge the twin Wharf rat brothers alone, from which Isabel emerged victorious by just by a hair. Once she had been inducted as a Wharf rat pack member, she was able to learn more about being a pirate, and she and her fellow crewmembers were able to do many great things in Skull Island as well as make decent money.

Ratbeard was a proud mentor and stepfather to Isabel, watching her grow and become a grand young pirate.

But enough of that for now, Isabel thought, she was enjoying the view of the stars in the spiral sky and the silent flight of fireflies appearing out of the dusk to bring other creatures a shed of pure green light.

"The skyway has never looked this beautiful in years. The full moon is out, and not a cloud to cover the stars. The island's flowers are blooming and the fireflies are coming out. This is a perfect night to end a hard working day." Isabel sighed, in awe of the beauty as she drew a picture of the night sky.

"Isabel, your shift's over! Time to go to bed!" Lasko shouted from the deck as the girl nodded in response.

"Coming, Lasko!" Isabel shouted back, sliding down the mast. "The night is so beautiful. Everything seems in sink with nature." Isabel sighed, heading below decks to go to sleep.

"Remember, Ratbeard wants everyone to report to the deck tomorrow early, so get plenty of sleep." Lasko reminded as Isabel closed her door and climbed onto her hammock. That night, like every night, she dreamed of her parents, having fun with her and playing with the crewmembers.

However, then, Deacon appeared out of thin air before instantly shooting her parents and everyone on the ship. Isabel tried to shoot him with a gun, but the charges seemed to bounce right off of him.

Turning to the girl, Deacon aimed his gun at Isabel and fired a charge directly into her chest. The young pirate instantly awoke, sitting bolt – upright in fear. As she caught her breath, she turned to see that it was almost sunrise.

"Ah, another dream about them." Isabel sighed as she hopped out of bed and got ready to report to the deck. Soon, Manny, Moe, Jack, and Lasko made their way to the deck as Ratbeard appeared with the crew's newest member, Oswald.

"Alright, now everyone, we have in tell that the Armada has enough guns to blast apart the entire spiral, so we're going to take a sample of a blast or two. I know they won't mind, after all, what they don't know won't hurt 'em." Ratbeard chuckled as many of the crew members, including Isabel, grinned at the thought of another Armada thieving.

"Being a pain in the backside to the armada is our favorite pastime." Isabel grinned as she leaped up to the wheel. "Destination, Captain?" The cabin girl requested as she gave a salute.

"We are setting the course to Jonah Town! I want everyone to prepare for any attacks or guards that would protect the guns." Ratbeard ordered as Isabel began to steer towards the whale of a town. The large ship slowly, at first, then quickly descended into the great town of the Whale.

Isabel loved stealing from the armada and burning the clockwork's ships until they fell to the abyss, where they belonged.

"Alright, Izzy. When we near Jonah Town, I want you to hide the ship near the secret dock. We can't let the armada spot us or we'll be blown to bits." Lasko advised as his adopted daughter gave a salute.

Isabel kept her eyes on the skyways. They noticed the large blue whale swimming its way through the sky once more like always, but there was no sign of the clockwork ships.

"Where are the Armada ships? I thought they would be here!" Ratbeard demanded as he turned to Oswald. "What is the meaning of this, Oswald? I thought you told us that the Clockworks would be here with the weaponry." The old rat captain barked at the wharf rat. Then, suddenly, the very ship began to rock violently, and Isabel fell to the deck on her back.

"Captain, we've been hit! IT'S THE ARMADA!" Jack shouted as everyone turned to look at the ships heading to their direction.

"That's enough of this." Oswald spoke with no emotion as he held a gun to Isabel's head, causing the young girl to freeze up in fear.

"Oswald, you treacherous rat!" Ratbeard growled as the crewmembers pointed their weapons at the traitor.

"You foolish, old rodent…you are, truly, so easily fooled." Then, what they thought was a rat removed his disguise and revealed himself as Deacon, spymaster of the armada. He kept the girl close to him while keeping a gun to her head.

"Let her go! She's just a child!" Lasko pleaded.

"Yes, but not just any child. She is, in fact, a Quinn – and therefore, must be imprisoned." Deacon answered as he delivered a harsh blow to the girl's head, causing her world to go black.