Baby Sparrow
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
2,247
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Baby Sparrow
Chapter 1: Martin's Street
"How many times must I tell you, Isabelle? Stay off Martin's Street!"
"I'm sorry, Paul, it won't happen again. But the guy I was going for went right down Martin's."
"And alot of bloody good it did you!I'm surprised you got away alive, look at the state of yourself!"
Isabelle was covered in blood, cuts and bruises. Being a pickpocet wasn't easy, but it was the only ife she knew. Her mother's best friend, Paul Michaels, hiered her after she couldn't find a job for her 16-year-old daughter in Tourtuga. Isabelle's best friends were Paul's children, Madalyn and Malloy, who were currently cleaning the cuts the Martin's boys had inflicted on her. Unknowingly, she had wandered down Joey Martin's Street. The street was full of Martin's Boys, teenagers, like her and also pickpockets. But they didn't exactly take their need and let their victem skip off home. In short, half of the murders in Tourtuga were done by the Boys alone. Once she finally got out, Isabell knew she would be in trouble with Paul. Throughout his rant, he hadn't flinched, shuddered, cringed, nor shed a tear. She was strong, and Paul knew it.
"Isabelle, you listen to me good," he said, kneeling in front of her."You're like a daughter to me. You, Madalyn, and Malloy have known each other literally since birth. You're mother is like my sister. We're all one happy family. Do you understand?"
She nodded, watching Malloy wrap her cut hand.
"Now, go get your mother and we'll meet you at home." Paul ordered.
"Yes, sir"
(o)o(o)o(o)
Isabell knew Paul's words had nothing but truth behind them. She was as good as a daughter to him. She never knew her real father, only the stories her mother had told her. The one that stood out the most was his ship, which was named after her mother. He named it The Black Pearl. That was his nickname fo her, his Black Pearl. Her real name was Jasmine Rosa Black. She was beautiful. Isabelle inherited her mother's beauty. She had the same tanned skin as well as dark brown curls. Her small body was usually hidden underneath a whit buttoned shirt, men's pants stuffed into high boots and a brown distressed hat, which was on the few things her father left behind for her. The others were beads, which were braided occasionally into her hair, and a ring. It was siler with a large black pearl, surrounded by rubies, which she wore on her middle finger and never took off.
Isabelle wove her way through the drunken pirates and their whores to The Litlle Red Pepper, where mother worked as a waitress. It was the only respectable place in Tourtuga, specializing in thier spiced rum. It was specified by the owner, Jena, that there was no prostitution on her property. It was a perfect place for Jasmine to work.
Isabelle walked in and didn't see her mother, so she sat down and waited. After a couple of minutes, Jasmine came over, immedeately fussing over the state of her daughter.
"Oh, Belle, what happened? You weren't mugged, where you?" Immedeately, horror crossed Jasmine's face.
"Mumma, I'm fine. Don't worry, I've still got it." She showed her mother that her father's ring was still on her finger. Relief passed over Jasmine's pretty face.
"Alright, just let me finish with this lot and I'll be done."
She went back to work, taking the order of two men. She came out quickly with two mugs of spiced rum. She went to make her way back to her daughter when one man grabbed Jasmine around the waist and slamming her onto the wodden table. Isabelle's instints kicked in and she jumped to her mother's aid, drawing her pistol on the way.
"Let her go," she yelled at the man, pointing her pistol at the back of the man's head. His frind made to lunge at her, but she unsheathed her sword and pointed it at his heart. Making sure he would stay put, she put it at the other man's throat."Don't think I won't do it. Get off her now or you have two choices: To die qucikly or to die slowly."
The man backed up and Isabelle lifted the sword. He gestured for his friend to follow him out of the tavern. Isabelle put away her weapons, not loking at her mother. She knew she would never hear the end of this when they got home.
"How many times must I tell you, Isabelle? Stay off Martin's Street!"
"I'm sorry, Paul, it won't happen again. But the guy I was going for went right down Martin's."
"And alot of bloody good it did you!I'm surprised you got away alive, look at the state of yourself!"
Isabelle was covered in blood, cuts and bruises. Being a pickpocet wasn't easy, but it was the only ife she knew. Her mother's best friend, Paul Michaels, hiered her after she couldn't find a job for her 16-year-old daughter in Tourtuga. Isabelle's best friends were Paul's children, Madalyn and Malloy, who were currently cleaning the cuts the Martin's boys had inflicted on her. Unknowingly, she had wandered down Joey Martin's Street. The street was full of Martin's Boys, teenagers, like her and also pickpockets. But they didn't exactly take their need and let their victem skip off home. In short, half of the murders in Tourtuga were done by the Boys alone. Once she finally got out, Isabell knew she would be in trouble with Paul. Throughout his rant, he hadn't flinched, shuddered, cringed, nor shed a tear. She was strong, and Paul knew it.
"Isabelle, you listen to me good," he said, kneeling in front of her."You're like a daughter to me. You, Madalyn, and Malloy have known each other literally since birth. You're mother is like my sister. We're all one happy family. Do you understand?"
She nodded, watching Malloy wrap her cut hand.
"Now, go get your mother and we'll meet you at home." Paul ordered.
"Yes, sir"
(o)o(o)o(o)
Isabell knew Paul's words had nothing but truth behind them. She was as good as a daughter to him. She never knew her real father, only the stories her mother had told her. The one that stood out the most was his ship, which was named after her mother. He named it The Black Pearl. That was his nickname fo her, his Black Pearl. Her real name was Jasmine Rosa Black. She was beautiful. Isabelle inherited her mother's beauty. She had the same tanned skin as well as dark brown curls. Her small body was usually hidden underneath a whit buttoned shirt, men's pants stuffed into high boots and a brown distressed hat, which was on the few things her father left behind for her. The others were beads, which were braided occasionally into her hair, and a ring. It was siler with a large black pearl, surrounded by rubies, which she wore on her middle finger and never took off.
Isabelle wove her way through the drunken pirates and their whores to The Litlle Red Pepper, where mother worked as a waitress. It was the only respectable place in Tourtuga, specializing in thier spiced rum. It was specified by the owner, Jena, that there was no prostitution on her property. It was a perfect place for Jasmine to work.
Isabelle walked in and didn't see her mother, so she sat down and waited. After a couple of minutes, Jasmine came over, immedeately fussing over the state of her daughter.
"Oh, Belle, what happened? You weren't mugged, where you?" Immedeately, horror crossed Jasmine's face.
"Mumma, I'm fine. Don't worry, I've still got it." She showed her mother that her father's ring was still on her finger. Relief passed over Jasmine's pretty face.
"Alright, just let me finish with this lot and I'll be done."
She went back to work, taking the order of two men. She came out quickly with two mugs of spiced rum. She went to make her way back to her daughter when one man grabbed Jasmine around the waist and slamming her onto the wodden table. Isabelle's instints kicked in and she jumped to her mother's aid, drawing her pistol on the way.
"Let her go," she yelled at the man, pointing her pistol at the back of the man's head. His frind made to lunge at her, but she unsheathed her sword and pointed it at his heart. Making sure he would stay put, she put it at the other man's throat."Don't think I won't do it. Get off her now or you have two choices: To die qucikly or to die slowly."
The man backed up and Isabelle lifted the sword. He gestured for his friend to follow him out of the tavern. Isabelle put away her weapons, not loking at her mother. She knew she would never hear the end of this when they got home.