/ Pirates of the Caribbean: The Motherly Curse /

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Chapter 1: The Sunset Nightmare

The dark room was quiet- filled with haze and smell of the salty sea. There he stood, 3-year-old, watching his mother crying in tears and agony. Wearing a simple piece of garment and a small black jacket to keep him warm, he dares not to move or made any noise.

In his hands he held a cup, which his mother has instructed. His hazelnut eyes were watching his mother's distorted back attentively, feeling his heart wrenching with sympathy and confusion. He wonders what his dear mother was going to do to him next.

Ever since the day he met his mother in this world, he never failed to watch her washing her beautiful face with sorrowful tears. She grieved almost everyday, because of a stranger, who was called, 'father'.

Finally, his mother makes the first move. She took the cup of unknown red liquid, dipped one of her fingers into the water, and drew a mark on his wrist- a star with a serpent entangling round it.

He looked into those eyes, uncertain of what her mother was going to do to him.

"My son." She murmured cupping his young face with her rough hands. "Sit down."

He climbed onto a chair nearby as told. Next thing, his mother took the drawn hand, and covered the mark with one of her hands while the other supported it.

With a voice filled with bitterness, she said, "I curse you from this very day, that if you should find your father, you should not acknowledge him as your kin. The mark should remind you by sending you the signal of being pricked by a thousand needles at the heart!"

Horror filled those innocent eyes as he struggles to break free from his mother's grip, but it proves to be a fruitful attempt.

"My blood should made your hate grows like the roaring waves and thunder, and that when you see him you would kill him!"

His eyes widen, still trying to pull himself free from his mother's hands.

"You would use my gift to kill him, to let him suffer the same pain I went through for some many years! Make him remorse of his action! For deserting a woman who loved him so much!"

He looked up one last time at those budging eyes of his mother- a mother drove to the edge of the earth because of his father, a father never once seem in his life. He could feel it, he knew all this was true, but he longed it to be just a nightmare.

His mother released him from her grasp, causing him to fall bodily onto the ground. He looked up, and was shock beyond imagination, to see his mother, holding a pistol in her hands. Slowly, the mouth of the pistol found his mother's head.

"I curse you from this very day!" she shouted, ready to pull the trigger. "That you should be the weapon for revenge!"

A loud sound of gunshot could be heard penetrating the human skull as she pulled the trigger. Blood gushes out as the bullet escaped from the other end of her head.

He sat there and watched as his mother fell, a small pool of red forming on the damp floor she lays.

"Mother!"

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"Mother!" yelled an 18-year-old boy as he jolted awake from a nightmare that haunted him for so many years. The horrifying scene of his mother killing herself before him never fails to surface when he was alone, at the house where they once lived.

He wiped the beads of cold sweat that has formed on the flawless face, and pulled the locks of brown hair behind his ears. Unable to sleep, he threw his blanket aside and decides to take a stroll along the seaside. Only the sound of the sea could calm his trembling heart down.

As he sat down on the cold sand, feeling the sea breeze relaxing his tense muscles, he undo the knot of his bandana tied on his wrist. The mark of the star and the serpent was visible in spite the dark surroundings. He looked away into the far distance as he recalled his mother's last gift.

"I swear by the name of God, that I would kill him, even if it's the last thing I do."