Deep in the folds of the tapestry upon which history is so carefully woven, the story of three children, three nefarious pirates, time, and the sea lies on the spool waiting to be spun. Another crease runs to meet this empty spot and it tells the tale of a veil, made by the heathen gods. The goddess Semai oversaw its making. The weavers were minor gods and goddesses who had a talent at the loom. At the very bottom of the veil, Semai was to finish off the final stitches and ending knots. She was a very busy goddess, often called all over the seven seas to sort out the affairs of mortals who got in the way of Time's ceaseless flow. She was tying the last three knots of the veil when she was yet again called away to stop a man from finding the Fountain of Youth.
This man was clever, and knew the stories of all the heathen gods. He expected her arrival, and he knew how to stop her. If he drank from the Fountain, he would become an immortal. Power would surge through him, and he would be recognized as a god himself. He killed Semai, his idiocy causing him to forget the imbalance it would bring on the world. The veil was never finished, and it slowly unraveled, with no one to care for it. Thousands of years later, it would have unraveled the spells placed upon it. Mortals would be able to see it, and waylay it. Chaos could be wreaked. In her final dying moments, Semai was able to hide the island upon which it was hidden. She never noticed the men who were hiding, watching her final movements. They would be able to find the island, now that they knew where it was.
Unfortunately, all those who approached the island in later years did not return. Few did, and they were never the same. Frightened and half-mad, they learned to fear the god forsaken place, dubbing it "Isla De Muerta."
Sleepy are the Edges of Time…
My first POTC fanfic...I hope you like it! This is just the prologue, there's much more to come!