THIS IS THE REWRITE OF MEMOIRS OF AN OCTOPUS. THIS IS NOT A NEW STORY.
There's. Now that's out of the way. I didn't really like where Memoirs of an Octopus was heading, and not just because I was suffering from a huge writer's block. For a small amount of time, I was obsessed with Underworld, more specifically, the vampire elder Viktor. I've posted the first chapter of that story, which I honestly have no intention of finishing. While I was obsessed with this tiny little movie franchise, I realized how much of a complete Mary-Sue Alice O'Fury was. Not only was the character herself badly developed, but the situation I had planted her in was less than what it could have been. So I basically stripped everything away. Her basic elements are there, such as her name, most of her history, most of her personality. But she's slightly more realistic (as realistic as you can get in a world of pirates and cursed creatures who can play the organ with their beard). The original Memoirs of an Octopus will be left up for the time being, until I get enough of A Debt to Pay (ADP) down.
I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean.

Right off, you're probably a tad skeptical of what this story holds. Because really, how exciting could a tale holding curses, betrayal and romance be? Especially if it has to do with two people, both who have had tragedies bestowed upon them.

Currently, you do not know who I am or my purpose for writing this. I might as well be extremely frank; it's not as if I'm telling you this to your face.

Before I begin retelling this, I must point out that this is not a diary. Throughout my various adventures, I did not take the time to write in great detail about the events which took place. Everything in this book was written decades after said events took place.

My name is Alice O'Fury. I was formerly the Captain and surgeon of the Jolie Rouge. Yes, I realize it's incredibly uncommon to have the captain and surgeon be the same person. However, not only did I act as more of a surgeon than a captain, when I did act as a captain, it pleased my crew that they got a slightly larger share than they would if I had a surgeon onboard.

I feel the need to write this not because I want this story to be told, because that would be a complete fabrication. Neither me nor anyone else involved in these events wish them to be known publicly. However, I feel that the morals of my story need to be brought to the light. Not to mention the repercussions of a few of my actions.

In short, my "side," if you will, is largely considered to be the villainous one. However, as the saying suggests, there is two sides to every story, and that's just a simple story. Mine is much more complex, so there are many sides to this tale. But I'm not telling you the other sides; I'm telling you mine.

I'm not trying to reassure anyone that we aren't bad people, because in many lights we are. I'm just trying to show the motives for any and all actions that have occurred, in hopes that the psychology of the "villain's" mind could be just a tad bit clearer. Yes that's right, being the surgeon, or at least in my experiences, means you're also the therapist. This could be extremely troubling, especially if you honestly couldn't give a rattus norvegicus's gluteus maximus about other people's feelings, like myself.

I'm also retelling this story because I fear that some people may try to follow in at least some of the footsteps I've taken. And unfortunately, those footsteps would usually lead straight into shark-infested waters for almost any other person. Or for the world, depending on the personality and intentions of said person.

So I've decided to make these repercussions clear, to anyone who wants what I wanted. So they have a clear understanding of exactly what they're walking into.

I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't believe my story; if someone had told me this exact story, I wouldn't have believed it myself. It's your opinion; I'm only hear to tell you mine. So if you'd like to set sail for the course I took, I suppose you could if you really wanted to.

Just don't say I didn't warn you.

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PS: This is probably the last update I'm posting for the summer, just because I won't have a laptop for most of the summer. And I don't want to get stuck in the middle of a chapter, only to forget my trail of thought at the end of August. And I think my writing style may change...