Last Voyages

Chapter 31

Isabella's POV:

Harry's eyes burned in the side of my head as his gaze got more intense the more the words I spoke sunk in on him. It was annoying, but it got him off of my case of being as angry as I was.

I wasn't going to completely lose it like he did. He wasn't responsible for taking my daughter, those damn bandits were. But he wasn't going to waltz around saying he was all concerned when he was missing for her entire life either. That pissed me off when he began to say that.

He's already apologized for that though, so I'm over it. My anger is directed at the ones who took Layla. And they can be sure that when I arrive to get my daughter back, all hell will break loose on them.

"What are we going to do then?" Harry asks me and I blink a few times, coming away from my thoughts and focusing back on him. "We're going to get Layla back. And we'll deal with the rest as it comes." I say and he frowns, obviously not satisfied with my answer.

Either way, he walks away from me, leaving me by myself at the helm of the ship. I let out a thankful sigh, happy to be alone again. I didn't want anyone to be caught up in my hailstorm of rage other than the ones who were responsible for my anger.

The man I punched was only collateral damage. He pissed me off thinking I was just a prostitute for the ship. I am the rightful Lady of this ship and it's about time I started acting like her again. They respected me six years ago and I will demand that same respect now. If they fear me, so be it. At this point I don't care.

I gripped the railing in front of me, staring coldly at the sea. I've been afraid of these waters for six years, ever since I was tortured in them and nearly drowned. But fear has no place in my heart right now. The only thing I'm concerned about it my daughter, and the terror that I won't get to her in time.

"Bella?"

My name makes me swing my head around, seeing Shayla sheepishly staring at me, seeming cautious to approach me. "What?" I ask, my voice sounding sharper than I intended it to be but I don't apologize for it.

"Are you doing okay? Honestly...because I am a little worried about you. Harry says you seem fine but you could be putting up a front." she says and I laugh. It was humorous that people could ask such a question like that when something terrible is happening.

"Why do people ask that question? I'm fine. And I'll be fine as long as I need to be. Until I get my daughter back in my arms the only thing I'll answer anyone is that I'm fine. It's a dumb question to ask. I'm pissed and livid enough to take half of these pirates head's off, but I'm not going to because it isn't their fault. But this conclusion is easy enough to tell without asking," I grumble, seeing her frown and I let out a sigh.

"But why are you so concerned anyways? Who cares if I'm putting up a front?" I ask her and she looks me straight in the eye.

"Because those fronts people put up can so easily become who they are. It happened to Harry, remember? And I know you aren't him, don't get me wrong. But I also don't want to see you fall like he did." she says and I roll my eyes.

"Trust me Shayla, it won't happen. Like I said, it'll be okay once I get Layla back. Until then just deal with my anger. It isn't directed at any of you anyways." I say and she raises an eyebrow at me.

"It may not be directed at us but it sure does seep out some." She snaps and I let out a huff at her remark. "Sorry for not holding it all in. It would be like something happening to Louis and you getting pissed. Take that feeling and multiply it by 100." I snap back and she just frowns.

"Point proven." I say and she lets out a sigh, putting a hand on her head. "Bella I don't want to fight you, but I also don't want to be at the receiving end of this either. You need to realize that we are on your side. Lashing out at us even a little bit isn't going to help you." She says and I turn my head away, a frown on my face.