Chantey I: The Songs of the Sea

Pirates of the Caribbean

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Summary: For as long as Nim could remember she and her parents had lived a life full of adventures, but despite this, she felt as if there was something that she just hadn't explored. When she and her parents go to document the myths of the Bermuda Triangle they are caught in the myth themselves and Nim is thrown into a world she could have only dreamed about. But can Nim exist in a world where there is a delicate universal balance?

Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, as much as I wish I did, it belongs to ©Disney and it's wonderful writers, directors and screenwriters. I am a poor college student; I wouldn't be poor or a college student if I had made Pirates of the Caribbean…trust me on that one. I do, however, own Nimphadora, Lynette and James Puget as well as any other unrecognizable characters that will be found throughout the plot.

Story Type: AU/OC inserts

Paring: Will T./OFC

Other Pairings: N/A

Rating: E-T

Warnings: Heavy spoilers, alcoholism and violence…and of course, pirates ;) Arrgghhh!

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Author's note: Hello and welcome to my new baby! I've been working so hard on this story for a while and I wanted to post it so that I can allow you all a happy read :) Anyway, feel free to leave me a review if you'd like – it's always good to hear from you all haha! Don't have much more than that, so enjoy the first chapter!

P.S. It's more of a filler, sorry everyone…the next chapter will be all fun and filled with piratey-ness…yes haha :) Now, without further adieu, on with the story!

Your loveable Authoress,
timexgone23.

I

The sea had always brought comfort to Nim as she held onto the railing of the ship that was bringing her and her family to their next destination. Her father had always been an avid explorer and had embedded that same love for adventure into his daughter at a young age, her mother an astound artist had taught her daughter about the beauty that life presented to them during every moment and Nim took everything her parents had taught her to heart and cherished every moment she had with them.

The twenty year old brushed her dark curls away from her face, the sun beating down on her slim figure as the fresh sea-salt brushed passed her and ruffled her loose tank top, her shorts hugging her slim legs snugly, her feet bare. A smile twitched at her lips as she looked behind her, her parents both discussing their trip from Bermuda – their plan was to document and explore the mystery that was the Bermuda Triangle, something that both terrified her and excited her.

"Adventure always comes with a sense of danger", her father had always told her, "and pleasure always comes at a price. Love can be implemented in anything you do as long as you have the will and the courage to go through with it."

Shaking her head she brought the binoculars back up to her almond shaped green irises, watching along the water as their guide plotted the points for their exact coordinates with his captain and second mate.

"Honey, what do you think?"

Nim turned her attention to her father, slowly dropping her binoculars; she stepped away from the railing. Her mother stepped aside with a smile, allowing her daughter into the conversation that she and her husband had been having. "Your father seems to think that it's a good idea to get as close to the Triangle as possible in order to capture the footage that no one else has ever caught. We've already filmed all of the mystery, however, I feel your father is being a bit too daring on this one."

"Aw honey, stop being a worry wart! Where's your sense of adventure!"

"Down the porthole…" Her mother answered with a role of her eyes. Her father's rebuttal was simply to stick his tongue out at the woman he married, his laughter then billowing from his thick throat. Nim simply smiled, shaking her head and tousling her loose brown hair, her bangs falling across her brow gently.

"I think we should be cautious if anything Dad. If the myths are true than we want to be as careful as possible…but that doesn't mean we can't have fun."

Her father grinned in response. "I'll tell our guide…it'll make the plots easier to map out." Her mother turned to her and shook her head, placing her hands on her thin hips.

"Nim, you never cease to amaze me."

"What!" Nim questioned with a hearty laugh, "And let you and Dad dispute our travels?" Her mother chuckled in agreement as Nim continued, "Let me not remind you what happened last time we went to China."

"Oh pish posh," the woman laughed with a wave of her hand "That was nothing compared to when we went to Romania."

Nim rolled her eyes with a large smile, returning to the side of the ship with her binoculars in hand. She stood for a long while, simply staring off into the distance when she finally saw it. With wide eyes she called her mother, who had been preparing the equipment, before pointing back at the now dark skies and matching clouds. A thick fog began to roll in and Nim could faintly hear the captain arguing with her father.

"We go fur'tar into de fog mista, only den can ye catch de tings you be needin'." Nim shook her head as the voice of Tia Dalma from Pirates of the Caribbean floated through her mind as a comparison to their captain's thick accent. She had never seen the movies, only heard about them through her friends and only what footage they allowed to be shown for the trailers on television; fact of the matter was, the twenty year old simply didn't have time to watch any of them.

A soft melody pushed through the air and the brunette paused, her ears catching the tune and pushing her brows into a furrow. "Do you hear that mom?"

"Hear what sweetie?"

"That song?" Nim strained her ears to catch the melody once more and she could faintly make it out against the winds that were beginning to pick up. "It sounds like a jewelry box of some sort…"

"That's ridiculous sweetie, there's nothing but the wind."

Nim's brows pinched tighter above her green irises as she gazed out at the sea. "I – I suppose you're right."

Her mother offered her a smile before turning her attention back to the captain and her husband, both of who were arguing about their course, but this fell deftly upon the young woman as she strained to hear that haunting lullaby once more upon the wind. Frowning softly she heard it and it gave her an odd chill as the melody consumed her senses. She felt a strong tugging to the sea and she gasped as words wafted through the wind and into her hair:

For the lost and lonely girl

Who must escape her lonely world.

I call upon thee for but one simple task,

To venture to unspoken lands.

Turn your ears and listen well,

Meet me in the land where your dreams do dwell…

The baby hair on the back of Nim's neck began to stand on end and gooseflesh rose on her arms as the wind began to pick up and no matter how vehemently her father argued with the captain, it appeared as if they were going to witness the myths of the Bermuda Triangle first hand. She braced herself as the once calm waters shook with anger and she was vaguely reminded of Calypso, an ancient sea goddess she studied at the university, it being said in the texts she studied that when the sea goddess did not like either the mission or the course of which a ship and it's crew took, she would generate powerful storms to either throw them off course or bring death to those on board for their evil deeds. She was hoping the former would happen if the sea goddess actually did exist.

The captain laughed as the waters became turbulent, lighting beginning to strike across the sky as the thunder began to roll. The breath caught in Nim's throat as the waves began to toss the ship back and forth. "The Sea is angry." She murmured more to herself than her mother who gave her a terrified look.

"Nimphadora Juliette Eloise – Marie Puget!" Nim turned her head in her mother's direction at the use of her full name to see her mother's deep brown eyes staring at her sharply, "Now is not the time for you to state the obvious."

Nim rolled her eyes before rushing off to help her father tighten the supplies and brace for the storm. She knew for a fact that a bad habit of hers had always been murmuring the obvious of their situations, it was the way she processed her thoughts. It bothered her at times when people called her out on her strange habit, but in Nim's opinion, she found it the lesser of her flaws. Shaking her head of the thoughts she made quick work of bracing the supplies as the rain plastered her hair to her face and she was suddenly thankful she had left it up for the day.

"What the bloody hell is that!"

The brunette jumped as her father's thick accent touched her ears. It was something that her father worked very hard to correct, in fear of having his neighbors look at him differently. He had not counted on his daughter also holding a small accent similar to her father's rustic Irish brogue. Turning, Nim saw a large bolt of lighting hit the ocean and the winds whipped faster than they had before and her eyes widened in fear as she realized that they were in risk of not living through this storm.

"It's a maelstrom!"

Her father stared at her incredulously. "Are you sure!"

"Absolutely." She cried over the roar of the wind, "Maelstroms are created very similarly to a tornado, it's the colliding of two currents that are attempting to bypass the other, but instead they swirl together as one current is negated by the other!"

"SHIT!"

The captain laughed wildly as the small boat they possessed began to be pulled into the strong currents, the waves beating against the haul and tossing everyone aboard the vessel to and fro. They heard a piercing scream and Nim's father looked to the side where her mother had been thrown over the side, her hands gripping the metal railing as tightly as she could. "LYNETTE!"

"JAMES!"

Nim's eyes widened as her father raced to her mother's rescue, only to be knocked backwards as a wave washed against the other side of the ship. Her body moved without her realizing and she found herself grasping her mother's arm in an attempt to pull her back into the ship and was soon joined by her father.

"LOOK OUT!"

Nim gasped as the air was forced from her lungs and she felt herself being knocked backwards. Opening her eyes she found herself tangled in the fishing nets near the front of the ship and she gasped as her father pulled at her mother, still attempting to save her. She watched in horror as another wave hit from the other side of the ship, knocking her father over the railing and into the turbulent sea below. A scream tore from her throat as she attempted to free herself from her current bonds, with new – found strength she untangled herself and raced over to the railing where her father had once been standing to see that her mother was also gone.

She didn't have time to cry as another wave hit the starboard side and knocked her from the ship and into the centre of the maelstrom itself.