Sequel to 'Fates Unknown' Mich, Isz,Katessa, Gabriel, and Merrick belong to me the rest alas does not. 2nd story review please.

Prologue

In all the world their are Myths that are made to fill in the gap of the mysteries around us. We have long since lost the evidence. But every now and then a few lucky souls find their way to these lost ancient tresures.

Many,many years ago a beautiful middle aged woman, hiding her face with a hooded cloak steped out of her small boat and onto the bridge. On this bridge was a small hut. With gracful movements she walked through the light wooden door; into the room filled with trinks of every size,shape and use you could think of. The hooded woman saw the dark skined woman, rotten clothing, and radating strangness.

"Tia Dalma, I liked Calypso better. " The woman responded as she stood and moved nearer the aged table.

"And Katessa, You'll be wantin' information then. " Tia spoke in her thick accent. The hooded figuere of the woman smiled,

"You know this already, there is no need to ask. "Tia looked at her guest with only mild interest,"O'f course they are still bound,but not forever., Two women will be able to unleash them. Once holdin' the power of those you seek; they will be hidden inside the choosen. Other wise how would they escape the confinements of they statues, of which you will long hold them."Tia Dalma stared, unblinking. "Find a Fair child , and the other will come." As she said these words. Her guest had vanished quickly through the door.

the stranger

The previous week

In the middle of the ocean sailed a ship, in one room was a young women clashing swords with a slightly older man then her. The man stood taller than most, with black hair sweeping the side of his face, near grey eyes, and a over powering manner. He wore a full black outfit to complete the look. The women short, by her standards, red-brown hair, with blazing fighting brown eyes, and a able body. With brown pants, a cream long sleve top with a newly cut slit in them, and black high heeled boots. She attacked the man's open side, then swung around to earn another hit, only to be stopped by his double edged blade. The man stopped and let his sword down, with a smirk at the sweating women.

"yer better than one such as meself might think." He said it as a complament but she heard the tone of a man who thought women of a low class than he . She grimiced with disatisfaction.

"thank you for letting me take some of your time, if you don't mind I have other things to do." And she added under her breath,"one of these days I will cut the man to pieces." Mumbling as silently as possible she left the empty space.

The man watched as she left ,once out of his sight he whispered softy into the air," Just like yer father. a weaklin'"

Mich had been repeating this process for some time now, she figured since she was a pirate ship she should be able to fight like one. Origanlly she ask Merrick to join her and he did, but on few ocasions, now it seemed he had rarely saw her at all. Michelle walked into the galley and said her normal hello's, and went to check up on him herself. Mich found him in his office looking at a chart. preocupied by his calculation she could never understand. She moved behind him, placing her arms on his shoulders, and resting her head in the crook of his neck. He looked at her from the conrer of his eye.

"So who's the cutlass practice with today?" He asked calmly. Mich knew he didn't like her practicing with certain members if the crew so he'd ask every now and then, and if he didn't approve he would be in a bad mood the rest of the day.

"That new recruit that we picked up a few weeks ago." She felt his frustrated groan like a father disaplining his daughter,

"Mich." She jolted up from her position,

" Well not like I had a choice he was the only one who had time." With her arms now crossed, she wait for his responce.

"you...," struggling to find the right words that would not set her off. Turning he continued," Can you honestly say you trust The man?"

Michelle looked at him in shock,"You forget, you're the one who hired him in the first place!"

" You know that we needed a full crew. How was I to know he would spend more time with my fiancee then me!" ' Mich turned away and clenched her fist together, and let out a heavy sigh.'Why can't he trust me!', moving one of her hands to rub her temple.

"Look Merrick , I swear if you were free I would gladly practice with you and only you, but you can't. So what choice do I have? I ask you?!" He stopped and moving his hand up only to drop them in frustartion, "I can't, you know I just don't trust the man."

'Then why did you hire him', she thought. Mich turned toward him and moved closer,"Then don't worry, I can protect myself." With a tender kiss they left it at that.

chp2 memoirs of the past

On another ship with its black sails, sat a young women with black wavy hair, and a far away look sat on her face and in her blue eyes. She was in another time , in another place, an old adventure.

Late at night walking past empty shops, and a desrested street. A few block away and tapping of two figures boots might be heard walking down the street. At first glance you might think two teenage boys were wandering the side walk. With duplicate long sleved shirts, one had Black cotton pants and a black vest, the other brown pants, and long dark maroon trench coat. With a closer look you might see the newly bought hair clip holding black hair, and a pony tail holding red-brown hair. The black haired figure stopped as she saw her company walked even slower.

"Mich, Whats wrong with you?" She looked at her friend who had asked the quesion she had just asked herself," I don't know if I can do this Isz, it goes against every thing I was ever taught." They had known each other for only two years, and living in the same house for nearly as long. Isz looked at her best mate with frustration.

"Why not?, your Mother needs it, and he won't help. So we are helping him help her. Why are you having second thoughts? You were fine were we planed this?!" Mich tried to think about all that had happened and find the right choice of action. Jane Cromwell was becoming deathly ill. Edmund Fairchild, Mich's father and her mothers fincial aid, deiced she would not die, and would not waste the coinage for the medicne. The trouble was her mother was in low on money. She had tried to change his mind, but the last few sentences rang in her head.

"Father ,she could still DIE!" Mich had been arguging with him for far to long. He turned his head to dip his pen in the ink of the letter he was writting. And without looking up at his daugther responded in low tones.

"You can not understand, child. I would be wasting money needed for more pressing things." The next noise you heard was Mich stomping out the door, and slaming it closed. Now she stood reliving the moment, trying to blink away the memory. Isz waited for a respones. Mich lifted her face looking more determined than before.

"Lets go then." They walked the steps, while Mich watched for others Isz used her small dagger to open the door. Isz moved for Mich to come in. As the door closed an officer started his watch.

Mich mumbled,"We'll have to watch our step on the way out then." Quickly Isz found her way into the small iron safe and pulled the needed money and closing the safe. She placed it in Mich's pocket, as well as half in her own jacket pocket. They then peered out the window as the officer made his walk past again. Mich pointed to a back window,that they could climb out to escape through. AFter opening it and closing the window, Mich stared at the area.

"It shouldn't have been that easy." Just as she finshed her sentence ,the truth of it marched out toward them.

"Where'd you lads think your going?" Isz looked insulted as the young commander stood determined to capture the duo. Mich thought,'shoulda knocked on wood.' Isz turned back to Mich.

"Mich , right?" Mich smiled back at her replying," Isz, Left?" At the same time Isz broke right, and Mich broke Left. Mich two soldiers were clashing swords with her, while holding the swords above her ,she went into the splits, then swung her back leg. She triped the two and quickly bridged up. Isz held her sword and cartwheeled to avoid and then cut some trousers. She ran around to the side of the building, she heard the coins jingle in her pocket. The Navy scouted the area, the bright red coats could be seen miles away. Isz finally had reached the house ,but she heard foot steps. Dashing in the door, felt someonewas near. Hearing the door close quietly, Isz ran. From the shadows she saw the follower.

"Mich!" relived she look out the window , the guards seemed to pass the house."It was you?" Mich looked just as shocked, and relieved as she was.

"Apparently. I thought you were one of them." She laughed. "Lets go to bed."

"Yes lets." The next day She remembered that Mich or rather Michelle bought the Medicine from the doctor and after a few weeks Jane Cromwell was back on her feet. Mich 's father said nothing, just a line on his fore head and a line for a mouth to show his emotions. Mich glared at him, and didn't speak to him for days. She didn't need to though He wasn't around much for a few weeks. Don't think she cared at the time.

Pulled back by the the new young cabin boy's voice," Is that Tortuga? Captain Sparrow." He replied from his favorite place the hull of his ship,"yes lad that be her."