At World's End with Marana Lark
This is the last story in this trilogy. I might write a fourth story, if I get enough positive reviews about this one. So keep reading and reviewing!
Return from the Dead
Twisted dreams haunted the mind of young Marana Lark, while she traveled the border between the living world and Davy Jones' Locker. She was surrounded by thick black clouds and thoughts of Jack Sparrow, whose death she had just witnessed.
Marana felt something warm on her chest. She was dreaming of Jack.
She heard voices.
Jack's dark brown eyes and handsome smile were burned into her mind.
"She's alive!"
"How did you do it?"
"I just contacted her spirit in the world of the dead and asked it to come back."
"Marana, Marana, can you hear me?"
Marana's dark eyes snapped open, and she was enveloped in a thin pair of arms. A wave of dirty-blonde hair curtained her own dark brown locks. She pushed away the person hugging her and looked around. She was on a small bed in a small house that looked strangely familiar. Around her were Will Turner, Elizabeth Swann, Gibbs, Tia Dalma, and someone in a large feathered hat. She squinted to get a better look. She immediately felt sick to her stomach.
"Barbossa?" she asked in suspicion.
"Aye, Miss Lark, you're not the only one who's been brought back from the dead." he smirked at her.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on a minute. Return from the dead? What are you talking about?" she was really confused.
Will placed a soothing hand on her arm. Tia Dalma gave a crooked smile. "Marana, child, I examined your body. You were killed by the leviathan of Davy Jones. Your friends found your body, and they brought you here. Luckily, you were just dead, so I was able to reincarnate you." Marana suddenly burst into tears.
The gypsy turned to the others. "I would like to be alone with her for a little while." The others walked out of the little room. Tia Dalma rubbed Marana's back gently. "Marana child, whatever is wrong?"
Marana had to fight back tears in order to speak. "Jack…Jack…I want Jack. He's dead. I saw him die. He's gone." she was rocking back and forth, choking on her sobs. Tia Dalma lifted her chin so their eyes met.
"Jack Sparrow died honorably. Him heart beat only for you. Him knows that he never stop loving you. And you love him as well, do you not?"
"I don't care if he died honorably! I just want him back!" her sobs became long and violent. The gypsy whispered in her ear.
"Child, I can hear Jack's spirit speaking to you." Tia Dalma placed a hand over Marana's forehead. Marana could hear Jack's deep voice.
Marana, I have passed on, but I know you haven't. I want you to know that I love you and will always love you. You are incredibly beautiful and strong, and I know you can handle this. Don't worry about me. I love you, Marana.
Marana snapped back into reality. She had a terrible headache. As she clutched her temples, she looked into the eyes of the gypsy. She could see warmth, care, and beauty. Marana could see herself in those eyes. She straightened and asked, "We have to bring him back."
Tia Dalma smiled. "Yes, child, soon that day will come."
