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The birds that had once been singing ceased their music as the dark grey clouds blew out the sun's light. Throughout the island there was nothing but silence. An angry gust of wind greeted her as she journeyed to a place in the island that no one went to. She could guess why people were not inclined to visit the place but she was grateful that she had the opportunity of going if she needed to go; there were a lot of places that were restricted for her. The waves on the ocean furiously crashed into shore. The sea, who had been so calm and serene just this morning, had turned into a horrible monster that served as a warning to the storm that would be upon them. Her blade cut through the plants that were in her way. She had been on this island for her entire life. Raised by a leader that was not her blood because those who gave her life were gone.

Her father, she did not know where he was or who he was. Some of the people who stayed on the island would tell her tales of his adventures and bravery while others told tales of his greedy, narcissistic ways. What she did know was that he was a man who sailed the sea. A pirate. A man who symbolized freedom and who's name alone could make the British sailors tremble.

Her mother, on the other hand, was always in the same place every time she visited her. Why? Because her mother was dead. When the people on the island told her tales of her mother, she would feel pride swell up inside her. She often wondered what it would be like if her mother was alive. She wondered if she was like her. Her mother was described as a women like no other. Courageous, intelligent, cunning,a graceful fighter, these were all words people used as synonyms to her name. She had been respected, feared, adored, and some even say loved. The pirate queen of the Caribbean. The pirate prince of Nassau.

Water started to drip from the tops of trees and it landed in her hair and soon she was soaked with water. She climbed up the dirt path until she reached a place filled with grave markers. This was considered the graveyard of the island. The place that no one visited. She walked towards the grave that was the seventh on the right. It read:

[Mary Read
Apr. 28, 1721]

There were no wonders, no quote, nothing. Just the date of her mother's death which was also the date of her birth.

"Hello, mother." She spoke. "You know I always come here to talk to you because I can tell you things I can't tell Ah Tabai and the others. You know how I long to be in the sea. I don't know why but I am so drawn to it...I guess that part of me comes from you, yes? You were a captain, a great one. As was my father, if the good stories about him are true. I am not even close to being cold enough to be on my own. Today is my seventh birthday and I wasn't going to let a little storm stop me from coming to talk to you."

There were no other children on the island except for her but some of the people who talk to her compliment her on her intelligence. They say that not a lot of children talk in the way she does, not that she would know. But she always takes these compliments because she works hard to be described with the same words her mother is described.

"When they celebrate my date of birth, they ask me to wish for something. And every year I wish for the same thing. For you to be by my side. But I know that you are always by my side and if not, you're at least watching from a careful distance. So this year, I'm going to wish for something different," she looked down from the small hill and looked towards the direction of the ocean. "I wish...I could meet my father."

Just the thought of it made her feel happy. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to meet her father. Would he be everything she had imagined? Would he even want her as a daughter? Would he tell her stories about her mother that she hasn't heard before?

"Elizabeth! Elizabeth, where are you?" A voice called out for her in the rain.

Before she could even say goodbye to her mother, a women dressed in white Assassin's clothing climbed up into the hill. Before she reprimanded her, the women looked around at all the graves and looked down towards the ground.

"Elizabeth, we must leave."

The young dark haired, blue eyed girl looked down to her mother's grave before walking towards the Assassin.

"You know that there will be consequences for not telling anyone where you were going, correct?"

"Yes. I am aware." Elizabeth said as she gave one last look at the ocean before it was gone from her sight and replaced by trees.

The Assassin looked towards the young girl and for a second, thought about how much she looked like her mother and how she sometimes acted like her without knowing it. Elizabeth would sometimes slur her words with one move of the tongue, as Mary used to. And as Elizabeth was training, she had that unbroken determination and finesse her mother had.

An old soul is what Elizabeth was. A soul who had suffered greatly in just the seven years of life she had. But things would turn up for the young girl. Fate had something great planned for her.