Le cœur de la mer

Daughter of Lady Cassandra & Captain Killian Jones written by Berry ORIGINAL CHARACTER Tracking: heiroftheheart ✶--------------❦--------------✶

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      He’d seen her on the docks before - paid more attention than he most likely should. Now that the Bonny Lass was tied down and floating safely, Kallan decided it was time to approach the woman that seemed frightfully out of place, and yet, completely at home along the wharf. Trailing down the gangplank, Kallan made no sense of trying to hide his approach. Direct in her stride he moved directly toward her.

       “Ya seem tae know yer way ‘round the place, lass,” he began as his head tilted just a fraction. “Been ‘round ships long?”

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            More than often one would find her here wandering along the docks, watching the working men on board their ships that came and left, day in, day out. Here she felt right at home, or as close as it was possible. The salty air repressed the homesickness, however.

       The young woman swung her head around when her thoughts were interrupted, momentarily observing before she replied, “That obvious?” she gave a pause alone with a slight smile, “Aye, ye can say that. I grew up on a brig.” 

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        “Aye, which is why I’m inclined           to let you win.”

       “You taught me all the tricks.         Afraid of being humiliated                 if I win fairly?”

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If she did decide to shoot him, she would have a world of hurt coming after her. The Inseparables would be, without a doubt, be after her for shooting their leader. Athos didn’t believe she would shoot him, otherwise,  he’d have already taken precautions against such an injury.       “It might make a lot of difference. Never know until you try,” he replied as he watched her now, waiting to see what else she might be willing to tell him.  Drawing in a breath he moved closer, pressing the gun against his stomach more.       “What in the vault do you believe is yours? The king would surely not let you. I’m listening for what your explanation might be however.”

    If she had wanted to shoot him, she would have by now. However, she would not take the risk, and if she get caught, her being a piratess would be enough reason alone to hang her.     Isabellé did not move and stared at him in astonishment, thereby the gun loosely fell to her side, fingers barely wrapped around the trigger. She could tell him, for she had nothing to lose in the end.     “A heart-shaped necklace wearing the Hope Diamond which belonged to my mother and was stolen by the Spain, and sent to the Queen due to its great worth.” It could be a lie, for she was piratess who could have heard of the valuable jewel, only to be stolen by her. However, there were too many emotions involved when she spoke about it. It were the memories she held dearly.

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She was quick, Athos would certainly give her that. The brush of the gun against his stomach caused his eyebrow to raise slightly even as his eyes never left the woman’s face. She was quick and it made Athos wonder just who exactly she was. Her bearing was that of a noble woman, but Athos knew that she was not of such birth. Which only made him wonder more about who she was.       He kept the knife at her throat even though she still held the gun to his gut. At the moment he was unafraid that she’d shoot him, it would draw too much attention. “What is there that you believe is yours?” Athos inquired as he slowly let the knife fall away from her throat. He could at the very least listen.

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She certainly would not shoot. There were other options of escaping if the need be, without drawing any attention. Being the daughter of a pirate had its advantages.       “What difference would it make if I told you?” She asked inreturn, her eyes became glassy with emotion as  they flickered; that would at last reveal in how far the object, she claimed to be hers, was valuable to her. Watching the Musketeer, the gun was still held against his lower half, only to keep him at distance, even as the knife was removed from her throat — to her surprise.      “Neither you, nor your King, would allow me to just walk out of here with, or without it.”

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Catherine Zeta-Jones as Elena de la Vega in “The Mask of Zorro" 

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Catherine Zeta-Jones as Elena de la Vega in “The Mask of Zorro" 

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⌠The Musketeer ⌡

“If you planed to kill me, you would have already done so,” came his knowledgable reply. Still, he wasn’t sure if she wouldn’t strike him down just to prove a point. Athos knew that more women knew how to wield a sword than most men wanted to admit, but the woman’s pride now evident brought a faint pause to Athos as he blinked slowly. Her charm was undeniable, her class however was something about which he was uncertain.      Finally a gloved hand shot up to wrap about the blade at his neck to snatch it down and away as his other hand pulled his dagger, moving forward all in the same motion to press the tip to her throat. “I would consider it ill advised to contemplate crossing blades with one, Mademoiselle.”

Though she had expected nothing less from a Musketeer, now with the dagger at her throat, the brunette seemed astonished. Her curvy eyebrows twitched as she watched him with eyes wide open.        “As if there was a choice. I doubt you will just let me go,” she said and her head tilted with a slight smile as she then pressed the barrel of her pistol slowly against his stomach, releasing the familiar sound as she pulled back the hammer to fire at any time. She was not a fool to see when the situation was not in her hand anymore, and yet she would not just kill him. Somehow, she hoped he would step aside. “I do not 'ave the desire to kill you. All I want is to get to the Royal's vault and take back what is mine, monsieur.”

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⌠ The Musketeer ⌡

She was confident, Athos would give her that.  His mind briefly reminded him that his wife had once been similar in action. Yet, there was  something completely different about the dark eyed woman before him. He knew if he moved for a weapon or raised a gloved hand toward the sword at his throat she’d gut him like a  fish. Not something that he was much wanting.     “Aye, and it does seem you have caught me unprepared. For that I must applaud you.”

“I could cut ye through, 'ere and now. Today might be your lucky day, however; that I'm a woman of passion, who loves the challenge. And one does not always get the chance to fight a King's Musketeer.”    Words were spoken with charm and the smirk she held turned into a soft smile as a brow was lifted questioningly at the man before her, waiting for him to draw his sword, to the take chance given. What a shame it would be if she just killed him. There was something she admired about the man that stood in her way.

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⌠ The Musketeer ⌡

Pale eyes watched the woman intently as it almost was if Athos held no fear of the blade at his throat. A brow rose at the woman’s words and Athos held back a vague smile. She wasn’t fully French, but the tone was there. “If you had no intention of killing me, you shouldn’t have placed a blade to me.”

Her dark gaze narrowed, never leaving him, not even as she made a small step to the side as she allowed a soft smirk appear on her features. The sword rested confidently in her hand as its point still threatened his throat. The French blood of her mother gave her a heart of compassion; circumstances, however, turned her into hotheaded woman.     “Pardon me, monsieur, but one must be prepared.”

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⌠ accables​ ⌡

“I 'ave no intention of killing a Musketeer. I just want what is rightfully mine and 'as been stolen by your king. But you  leave me no choice if you do not step out of my way.” A clear threat as the tip of her sword pointed at the neck of the man. 

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       ”Oh, I know this long past by now;         but you know what I always say.         Give the boys an inch and they’ll         take a mile.”

       ”So it’s your tongue I’ll be having then!”

She laughed and gave a shake of her head.

       ”I suppose I’ll have to be saving my         threats then. Otherwise who would I         have left to talk with on matters other         than dice and the catch of the day?”

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“Yes, ye better be savin' 'em; ye certainly   wouldn't do yerself a favour, me dear Wendy,”   she sneered; so much she took after her   father, though she wasn't always that serious   with her words. “Because ye will 'ave yer fingers   off before there is a chance fer ye to act.”        Then she turned with a gentle shrug,        smiling teasingly as she looked at her friend.        “Although my brother would be dismayed.”

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      “Ye missed one important detail, da.          I am yer daughter.”

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      “Wash the linens they say. It’s the        women’s work they say. Isabelle,        I swear I will show them women’s        work when they awake with no        tongues to say a bloody thing with.”

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     “Don't be so 'arsh with the boys.        We all 'ave our tasks aboard this ship.        Forby, it 'as been me who assigned ye.”