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' A Pirate's Daughter '

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Quite certain that the men knows this part of the waters that their sailing, Captain Hector Barbossa stood silently at the quarterdeck. He had decided to give the men some rest, thinking that the Black Pearl has had enough plundering and sailing for a month. Not to mention, he needed it himself. It's been quite some time and a little break from seafaring won't be so bad. A pirate can't just spend all his life at sea, he needs a little break too. Well, that is if you're not a crew of the Flying Dutchman, or Davy Jones himself.

From the deck, making their way to the Captain, was Pintel and Ragetti, who wanted to consult on something. The two had been speaking on the crew's behalf every time there are certain questions to be asked that needs the Captain for answering. No one's yet figured how it all started, but it's been like that since the vessel's intimidating leader hasn't found himself a rightful First Mate.

"Uh, begging pardon, sir," started Pintel, "but the men were all wonderin', if we're goin' where we think we're goin'?"

Arms place across his chest, Barbossa took one step closer to Pintel. "All of them?" he asked.

Pintel eventually nodded and waited for his captain to continue. But Barbossa had another question. This time for Ragetti. And so, he eyed the younger pirate with the eye-patch. He thought Ragetti hadn't changed a bit at all since the very first time he saw the lad.

"An' ye, Master Ragetti," Barbossa started, "tell me. Do ye know where this waters lead us?"

"Aye, sir," was Ragetti's quick response.

"Tell me where this waters lead us, then."

"Tortuga, sir."

"Good, then there should be no further questions.'

Though Barbossa's words were final, Pintel and Ragetti still have 'further questions'. But, knowing that the Captain my find it rather annoying, they thought of being cautious with thier words just in case. The man isn't given the alias 'Captain Blackheart' for nothing.

"Apologize, sir, but we have further questions," said Pintel. And from the looks on Barbossa's face, it made him nudge at Ragetti. As a means to tell his one-eyed friend to ask the question himself.

"W-W-What are we to do in-in Tortuga, sir?" stammered Ragetti. Which only made Barbossa roll his eyes. If the two weren't so useful and easy to boss around, he would have let them walk the plank. . .a long time ago.

"Enjoy yerselves!" said Barbossa, rather annoyed. "We're to stop there fer a week. Or at least after I've decided to sail an' plunder some more."

This is where Pintel and Ragetti looks at each other with big smiles on their faces. Obviously happy with what their captain said. Though they were expecting it somehow.

"So, should we...make haste then, sir?" suggested Pintel.

Shrugging his shoulders, Barbossa thought nothing wrong of it. "Aye, make haste if ye want."

Moments later, they can almost see Tortuga from afar.

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Being a barmaid in pub in Tortuga isn't so hard. You just have to make sure to stand your ground and don't be such a coward. Most importantly, you have to know how to fight. Whether it be by handling a sword or using a pistol, or simply by the fist. Well, at least that's how Isabel would have thought of it.

Ever since before Isabel step foot on Tortuga, she learned the hard way on how to survive. It's a good thing she has her father's cleverness. And better yet, it's a good thing her father taught her how to use a sword, and the best of it, using a pistol. All the rest she learned by experience. But the reason why she's in Tortuga, in fact, is her father really. She's been searching for him for years after her mother died. She became a stowaway in a cargo ship, pretending to be a boy. And because of that, she ended up embracing piracy, having orders from a pirate, living among pirates, and turned out to be, like her father, a fine pirate. Now that's how she got to Tortuga. And that's when she learned a rather sorrowful thing about her father.

It was that night where this man who calls himself Captain Jack Sparrow came in the Faithful Bride where she was with her captain. She overheard the man's conversation with another pirate, mentioning her father's full name. She can still remember what that man Sparrow said that night: "And now Hector Barbossa's dead! I shot him." He shot him! Hector Barbossa's dead! she almost felt like crying right then and there. It took all of her self-control not to reach for her sword and slice off the man's head. She just went out, running towards the sea, and with all her anger and sorrow shouted all her emotions to the dark waves of waters. That night she decided to stay behind and make a living in Tortuga. That night she cried till the break of dawn. That night, was the most sorrowful night she ever had. She wanted to avenge her father, but she knows better.

"Isabel, can you do me a favor, darling?"

That was Rose. One of the wenches that work in the 12 Daggers. Her real name is Rosaline but settled with her nickname 'Rose' as part of her job.

Isabel look up where she stood, to the stairs. Catching sight of Rose, she said, "Depends on what favor your asking."

"Just make sure to wake me up before my costumer upstairs does. Okay?"

Isabel rolled her eyes but eventually replied, "Yeah sure." She then went back on cleaning some mugs, as she heard Rose went up the stairs. "I always do," she whispered to herself.

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The men had separated in different pubs. Each finding their own group, leaving their captain at the streets. With his feet one foot apart form each other, left hand on the handle of his broadsword, and the other at his side, Barbossa looked for a different kind of pub. He wants a pub where he could at least hear himself think. A pub where there's not much pirates drinking and making out with wenches. No pleasurable company, he just wants time for himself. Think over things. . .many things.

"What says ye, Jack?" Barbossa asked his fuzzy little monkey who was perched at his shoulder. And as a response, the monkey jumped down to the ground and led his master to the 12 Daggers.

Trusting his beloved pet may have a good choice, Barbossa walks over to the tavern and peered through the window. It seems he had perfect timing, because usually the 12 Daggers would be swarming with drunkard pirates, but at the moment, the only people he saw inside was the bartender, or barmaid since it was a woman, and a pirate sleeping on the floor. Seem to be drunk since the pirate has a broken bottle of rum in hand.

"Ye never disappoint me, Jack," said Barbossa to his pet with a much pleased smile on his face. "We best be goin' in, then."

He then walks over to the open doors and entered. Once inside, he got a much better look at the barmaid. Long auburn hair, much like his only not graying, black leather boots, dark-brown breeches, faded-blue shirt, and a green sash around her waist. He wasn't able to see her fade because of her hair, and she doesn't seem to have noticed him come in.

"Bad business, I can see," he said catching the barmaid's attention. "Not much people here."

The barmaid looks over her shoulder but failed to catch even a glimpse of the old pirate. But she didn't turned around. Instead, she just smiled and got a bottle of rum, then poured some into a mug.

"They're all upstairs, sir," she replied.

"Ah. . .havin' pleasurable company, I suppose." Barbossa was already seated.

"Some drink, sir?" offered the barmaid, "All in the house." Her back still turned to Barbossa.

"I find no pleasure in drinkin' anymore, but aye, just one mug."

Finally, she turns to face him, a mug in hand. Suddenly, catching sight of the pirate, she froze on where she stood. He seem to look familiar to her. Could it be? The hat, the earring, the scar, and those blue, bloodshot eyes. No. But could it possibly be?

On the other hand, she seem to look familiar to him too. He also noticed that, not only does she have auburn hair like his, but blue eyes as well. And there's something more, she seem to look like a girl from his long time past.

Though many questions were building up in Barbossa's mind, the only thing he said was, "Are ye still intending to hand me drink over?"

She hesitates but eventually walks towards him and placed the mug on the table. Then stood there, staring at him.

"What's in yer mind, lass?" asked Barbossa, as though he can sense that the barmaid would want to say something. Then he took a swig of rum.

"Huh?" was the only thing that came out of her mouth. After a few seconds, she realized what she was doing. "Terribly sorry, sir, " she apologized. "I'm staring at you, aren't I?"

"Ye have somethin' in mind?" repeated Barbossa.

"W-Well, I-I-I," she stammered, "I just wanted to ask, i-if-if it's alright?"

Barbossa settled down his mug, with his pet finally appearing and sat on the table. "Ask away," he said to the barmaid.

"Aren't you, Hector Barbossa?"

"Aye, that I am."

A frown formed on her brows. "But...they said you're dead."

"Was, actually, an' its a long story, but I be not tellin'. Anything else?"

Although Barbossa asked for any further, he wasn't really interested. He thought the girl might have heard stories about him and would want to make a storyteller out of him. But he's not intending to be one and would not want to.

Suddenly he saw tears from the corner of the barmaid's eyes. And it only made things worst for him. He tried to ignore it by looking away to another direction. He's not really very much comfortable to such display of emotions. Especially when it's a woman crying in front of him. Then, he heard her spoke again.

"Do you recognize this ring?"

He looked up, seeing the barmaid holding up her right hand. And on her ring finger was a silver ring with a clear sapphire jewel on it. At first he blinked a few times at the ring with a puzzled look, but a few moments later he recognized it. He remembered, some years ago, he plundered a ring from a Spanish ship. It was a silver ring with a clear sapphire jewel on it, and later, a few years after, he gave it to. . . .Could it be? This barmaid in front of him?

"Where did ye get that?" he asked.

"My father gave it to me," she replied. "Before he left to sea."

Barbossa almost jumped from his seat as he stood up. "What's yer mother's name? Tell me!" he demanded, his voice much louder. But when the barmaid hesitated in answering, he slammed his clenched fist on the table and shouted, "What's her name?!"

"Veronica!" said the barmaid, quite frightened now. "Her name's Veronica Frost."

Barbossa's eyes widened. "It's not possible," he said, reaching out a hand to her. "Isabel?"

She caught his hand and placed it on her right cheek. With tears then falling from her eyes, she said in a soft voice, "Father..."

A/N: Got carried away with this here last part. Emotional stuffs and some sort...he he he. The next chapter may be a shorter one.