Tia Dalma awoke with a jolt, her hands shaking uncontrollably. She envisioned dead birds falling from the sky, and wildfire spreading
across the top of the ocean. She steadied herself, and pulled herself out of bed, dragging her usually nimble feet to the table. Seating
herself, she reaches over for a jar labelled with a sparrow flying over the sea. It was filled to the top with grains of smashed gold and
silver. Tia Dalma scooped a handful of the grains and spread it across the table so it made a full circle.
It began to tremble as individual grains disappeared into thin air, leaving nothing on the table. She repeated this over and over until she
went limp in her seat and the jar fell onto the ground. The jar rolled over and the grains spilled over onto the floor until it all disappeared
without a single bit left. Tia Dalma began to laugh quietly to herself, tilted her head back, and whispered, Sparrow is dead.
XX
Will had just finished making the perfect cutlass for Elizabeth to practice with, and he was on his way to deliver it to his fiancee when a
sudden storm broke out, whipping Will's long locks into his face. Enormous blocks of hail came down from the sky as Will tried to run his
fastest to the governor's house. On the way, he slipped and landed on his knee, scraping the complete top layer of his right knee. Limping
the rest of the way, he fortunately saved himself from anymore damage.
At the governor's house, Elizabeth's maid was tending to Will's injury as Elizabeth looked out the window, puzzled by the sudden fierce
weather.
"Whats with this ghastly weather today?" she pondered.
"They say when pirates are troubled out at sea, the sea is troubled with them," Will replied, with a grunt from the sting of the scrape.
"Oh really?"
"No. I made that up," Will said with a chuckle.
"Oh, you're funny Mr. William Turner. But I'm really worried, there were more than the usual amount of people working at the dock today, and father is out on some business. How will he get home?" she turned to face Will with a frown, and she sat herself next to him. "How is the injury feeling?"
"It'll be ok by the end of the week," he said, examining the red mark.
Will and Elizabeth had begun to talk of their future wedding arrangements when they heard loud pounding at the door. The maid rushed
downstairs to reveal Mr. Gibbs, in dark printed ragged clothes, laying on the porch before the door, breathing heavily.
"Mr. Gibbs!" Elizabeth gasped at the top of the stairs.
Will quickly ran down the stairs and dragged the limp pirate into the house.
"What happened!" Will asked. He saw that when he took his hands off of Mr. Gibbs, the dark print of the clothes was in fact blood.
Gibbs hoarsely replied, "Captain...Captain Sparrow, he's been killed!"
"What!" Elizabeth yelled, falling to her knees. All Will could do was stare at Mr. Gibb's ragged state, and repeat the words over and over in his dead. Captain Sparrow, he's been killed! Captain Sparrow, he's been killed! Captain Sparrow, he's been killed...