The Belladonna

Chapter 50

Hope you guys like the song that goes with this chapter! It really fits! 

Isabella's POV:

It was hard to sleep much last night. I was almost afraid that I would oversleep and that I'd miss the ship. I didn't really feel as if he'd actually leave me, but I didn't want to take that chance. He was good yesterday, so maybe he's slowly coming around to realizing all he's been doing is wrong.

But with about six hours of sleep under my belt, I was dressed and ready as the sun began to rise in the sky. 

"Darla, thank you for letting me stay." I say as I get ready to leave, seeing my old maid give me a warm smile. "You're welcome anytime, miss. When is your mother coming back? She left for the palace over a week ago, I've been expecting her return." she says a bit confused and my heart tightens slightly.

"She was...injured. Pretty badly at that. She's recovering at the palace until she's stable before she'll be able to return home." I say and Darla's eyes widen. "Oh my. What happened?!" she asks incredulously and I swallow hard.

"A very serious miscommunication. And a very angry person who was acting without thinking." I whisper and she shakes her head. "I hope whoever did it is getting executed. They could've killed the governor's wife! That's a serious offense! Murder by itself is such a bad thing...but I couldn't imagine if she had actually died." she rambles on and I wince slightly at her words.

"I couldn't either." I murmur and she lets out a sigh. "Well you better be off. I'm sure Harry will be happy to see you." she says with a beaming smile and I try to return it. "Thank you Darla." I reply before I bid her farewell, leaving the house and heading towards the harbor. Her words weighed heavily in my heart as I walked in the sand. 

Should've been executed for that...but she didn't die. If she had...I don't know what would've become of Harry. That would've been such a horrible situation and I didn't even want to fathom it. I couldn't.

I finally stopped when I heard a familiar voice yelling out orders, looking up to see Harry ordering around the new crew members as they loaded supplies onto the ship. I could see Shayla already on board, moving boxes around the deck. 

Harry noticed me standing off to the side and he began to walk towards me, an irritated look on his face, although he didn't seem to be irritated with me, just the crew in general.

I stared at Harry as he stood about five feet from me, but it felt further away than that. It's felt as if I've been separated from him ever since the incident with his father. It almost breaks my heart how much can change in just a week or so. 

"We're leaving soon. The new crew is pathetic, to say the least. Nothing like we've had before, but they know how to kill." He says and I swallow hard. "Harry we don't need killers. We just need fighters." I say and he gives me a hard glare.

"Why would you care? Everyone is going to die eventually, I'll just make it happen sooner for some people." He snaps and I feel tears prick the corners of my eyes as I stare at him, almost at a loss for words.

"You don't mean that Harry. You're just mad." I say and his eyes narrow at me. "Mad? Mad doesn't even begin to cover what I feel. I don't care anymore, I'm done sparing lives. I'm done being the pirate who everybody chases. This time, I'm chasing them. They'll fear me once more. I will never be the hunted again. I will never have anyone die again. Instead, they'll be the ones who die, I'll kill every single one of them." He says and I feel a tear slip down my face.

"Harry do you hear yourself? Stop talking like this! Stop!" I say sadly, but he just continues to glare at me. "Why do you care?" he hisses and I swallow hard, determined to let him see the truth.