The Belladonna

Chapter 2

Isabella's POV:

Harry and I walked out onto the deck, following Louis as he led us towards the rails. "What is it?" Harry asks and Louis casts him a wary glance. "Take a look for yourself." he murmurs, handing him a spy glass. Harry extended it immediately and looked through it, closing one eye so he could focus on where Louis was pointing.

"What the-why would they be tailing us?!" Harry exclaims angrily, holding the glass down by his side and I raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Who's tailing us?" I ask him and he closes his eyes, handing me the glass so that I could look.

As I focused my vision, my eye widened and I let out a gasp as I recognized the sails blowing in the wind. 

"Spaniards? What does the Spanish want with us?" I ask, looking at both Harry and Louis, who were avoiding my gaze. "I don't know, but this isn't good. We don't need the Spanish trailing us right now. But if we take over one of their ships, the Spanish Queen will undoubtedly send more after us. She's about had enough of us, I presume. But for them to precisely start tailing us now...do they really want a fight?" Harry mutters to himself, shaking his head before letting out a sigh.

"I don't really have a lot of patience with Spaniards. The ones I've encountered have been greedy bastards who want nothing more than pain and fun." Harry growls and I frown. "Like who?" I ask and he sends me a wary glance.

"You've met one before." he murmurs and I raise an eyebrow. "Really? Who?" I ask curiously and his eyes glaze over in anger slightly as he looks at me. 

"Drake." 

My eyes widen as I stare at Harry, who continued to stay angry just at the thought of that man. The name brought up painful memories but I pushed them aside, swallowing roughly and letting out a sigh. "Oh." I say and he looks away. 

"I know he didn't seem like a Spaniard whenever you met him. He was out at sea for several years and sailed with British pirates, so the accent he had faded away. He told me once that he was from Spain, but that was a long time ago, before everything happened." Harry says and I nod. 

"That would make sense. I couldn't even tell." I whisper and Harry nods. "But that's not the problem right now. We need to figure out why these idiots are following us." Harry says and I nod, getting my mind off of Drake as I looked back out at the sea, the ship actually getting closer to us now. 

"What will we do if they attack?" I ask and Harry grins, an amused look in his eyes. "Then we do what we've done to every ship who thinks they're brave enough to challenge us." he says before looking at me.

"We blow them to pieces." he says and I shake my head with a smile. "You and blowing people up. I think you have a problem." I tease him, walking down the rails as I saw his smirk. "Well, what can I say. It's amusing to think people can actually beat us." he says confidently and I sigh.

"We've been lucky so far." I murmur to myself, not wanting Harry to hear me say that. He didn't like whenever people thought there was a possibility of us losing, because he wanted us to think optimistically. But there's only so much luck you can use before something bad happens. 

The thought of our previous ship blowing up popped into my mind and I let out a sigh. Even though that was four years ago, I still remembered the shock and pain I felt from that. I thought I lost my friends then. 

Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I let out a sigh. No, I was going to stay positive, just like Harry wants. I can't afford to think this way. It'll only end badly for me.

"C-Captain!!" a voice yells and I look over, seeing one of the crew members, Dave, scrambling towards Harry. "What is it?" Harry asks, coming over to the rails and looking down at him, seeing how scared he looks. "W-we have another ship tailing us!" he says and Harry's eyes widen. "What?" He asks angrily, moving quickly as he went down the stairs, taking two at a time.