Title: Sight
Author: Culumacilinte
Rating: PG
Characters: Tia Dalma, Jack Sparrow
Summary: Tia Dalma sees many things, but some of them even she does not expect.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, nothing! Tia and Jack both are property of the ubiquitous Mouse.
Author's Note: Yes, this is written in Tia Dalma-speak. It's stylistic licence. And anyway, I like it that way.
Gaping maw, open to receive 'im. Breath, sweet wit' de smell of rotted flesh, de last breeze him feel on him mortal skin. Her arms, twisted and twining like vines, like a lover's caress on de proud mast of him night-black ship before it snap wit' de splinter of breaking bones. Tooth and flesh and bone to consume him who some call de child of de ocean.
She sees, Tia Dalma. She knows. Claw of crab and de sweet smoke of secret herbs, dey tell many t'ings to de woman who knows to listen. Wit' de sight given to her, de voodoo queen sees much.
She see de sword Captain Jack Sparrow be wearin' always at him side flash agains' de sun; she see him face as he t'row himself into him death, seein' no other way to go; she see de tar-stained decks of him precious Pearl, now sullied wit' de blood and stench of Davy Jones' monstrous pet.
But den, and dis be unexpected, even to her, she see in a flash a wasteland, flat and barren of life- and a man, him shadow wavering in de heat, him face drawn in agains' de strange whiteness all about him. Eyes dark like her own, and de familiar black-polished compass hangin' at de belt, nex' to de hens-foot charm she made wit' her own fingers.
Captain Jack Sparrow.
How dis come to be, even Tia Dalma knows not. But she mean to find out.
Yes she does.