"Mama?" I call, my voice small and soft. She's standing on the beach, her toes being kissed by the small waves. "Yes, mi amore?" She answers looking over her shoulder. Her long hair is loose and gently blown by the breeze. She's wearing a long white dress with long loose sleeves. She looks like an angel! "Why can't I be as pretty as you?" I ask in awe. She chuckles. "Oh, but Mi amore... you're the fair princess here!" She says with her soft smile. "But you're the queen of beauty!" I protest. Her smile saddens a little. She picks me up and lets me rest on her hip, her arms tight around me, and she gives my head a soft kiss. "And one day you'll be the queen of everything." She whispers into my ear.
I giggle. "When?" I ask excitedly. My mother's face could not hold her smile at that... I couldn't understand why. "Just a little while longer... then you'll be queen." She answers, not looking at me but at the beautiful sunset.
She puts me down after a few moments. I look at the waves that came over my small feet for a second then look back up at my mother... but she's not there! She disappeared! "Mama?" No answer. "MAMA!" I scream. She doesn't come back... she doesn't answer me... she's just gone. I start to scream!
***
I wake up screaming, but quickly realized it was just another bloody dream. I take deep breathes to calm myself down. "This is so bloody pathetic." I hiss to myself. I get out of my bed, and grabbed a pair of black pants, a red shirt and my dark leather boots.
Warrick, would wait for me in town today... well, he'll be standing there for no reason because I am not going.
I'm planning on taking over an Isle... I have no time for a stupid boy. I walk out of my room and into the tunnels, toward the docks. As I come out the dark tunnels I look outside the cave, the sun is barely out yet. Dammit! That means my sleep is getting less and less. I shake my head, and walk towards my father's ship. I walk up the gang-plank, the ship is fairly quiet the crew must be in town getting drunk... but my father's first-mate is standing close to the captain's quarters' door like a guard. I was about to knock on the door when the man looked at me with his dark eyes, his skin dark brown... his chest bare but covered in scars, his pants brown and boots black. "Ye Cap'n's daughter?" He asks with an accent I don't know. "Aye." I answer. He opens the door for me and I walk in.
the room is dark and dank, there is only one small window on the left that lets a little bit of light in, the rest of the room is in shadows, so people end up calling the captain El Capitan las sombras y las tormentas, the captain of shadows and storms. I stay quiet to listen for any sounds that might indicate my father's location in the room. The ships sways with the water which makes it hard to interpret if it is my father or the water making the floor creak. "Morning father." I say in Spanish, sensing him a few feet away from me. "Hola, Maria." He answers. He doesn't come into view which tells me he wants to keep this visit short. "Did you sleep well?" He asks. I clench my fists, why must he pretend to care about these stupid things? "Fine thank you and you?" I ask keeping my voice even. "I would like to sleep longer, so keep this short Maria." He answers. I school my face to not give anything away, because I know he can see my face. "Just wanted to update you my ship is ready for when we leave." I say. "That's good, we'll be leaving in a few days." He says a smile in his voice. "Anything else?" He asks like he couldn't care less. "No, that's it." I walk out.
And I walk down the gang-plank, and walk towards my ship.
***
A few hours passed while I was busy with map work, planning where will be the best place to attack them. A few maps are rolled out on my desk, and I'm sitting in my chair just staring at them. And a bottle of rum in my hand. I look at my pocket-watch 11:45. I sigh, I can't believe I'm thinking of going to see him. I groan. Why? Is all I can ask myself. Then I get up and walk to where he said he'll be waiting for me. The Docks. I was about to walk down the gang-plank then I saw a brown almost black cloak hanging over the railing, and I take it... whoever this belongs to won't miss it since my crew has the day off. So that I could focus, well so much for focus.
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The Fallen Stars
FantasyThis is a story about the descendants of Peter Pan and Captain Hook. When Esme was three, her parents were murdered... now, after moving from foster home to foster home her whole life, she finally found a home. But is it the one she hoped for? Or sh...
