Prologue
An eerie fog settles on the water as everything stills for a moment.
Until the loud crash of the Flying Dutchman breaking the surface of the water causes a panic throughout the opposing pirate ship.
Sibyla León was tucked quietly away below deck, asleep in her own private quarters. It wasn't until she heard the screams of her father's crew that she stirred.
Sitting up slowly, hearing the pounding of feet running above her, she eased from her bed and tip toed to her door.
It creaked open and she peeked her head out at the stair case only feet away from her.
Did she dare walk up it to see what was going on?
She let curiosity get the best of her and eased to the stairs.
It all happened in slow motion it seemed. She came up the stairs and was horrified by the sight before her.
Half the crew were laying dead, and she looked up to see her uncle being stabbed brutally by a monster with the head of a shark.
Her mouth fell open and she fell forwards, at the feet of another intruder.
She stared up at him in shock and felt sick. He just stared down at her, narrowing his eyes before ignoring her and going to kill someone else.
"Sibyla!" She heard her mothers thick French accent through the chaos and was suddenly snatched up. At first she shrieked, but calmed when she smelt her mothers perfume.
She looked up at her, tears rolling down her cheeks as the woman picked her daughter up and rushed to the captains wheel
Sibyla didn't notice the sword in her mothers hand until she cut through several creatures on her way there.
She always saw her father use a sword without hesitation. But never her mother. She didn't even know her mother knew how to use one.
But obviously she was skilled with the blade.
Francesca set Sibyla down, looking at her and telling her to stay down.
"Where's father?!" She heard her daughter ask above the noise and she looked at her.
"Somewhere safe." She assures her before going to turn the ship away from the Dutchman.
Only a few crew members remained within a few short minutes and Francesca was quite aware that their attackers' attention fell on her and her daughter now.
She let go of the wheel, because a few of the men were dropping the anchor to stop her.
They stalked towards her and she held tightly to the sword in her other hand.
"Where is he?" One of them asked, referring to her husband.
"If you are going to kill me if I do not tell you, then kill me." She replies boldly.
"Francesca," Bill Turner mumbled gently, trying to urge her to just tell them so they wouldn't have to hurt her.
"My husband has done nothing wrong." She sneers at them.
"He has neglected his part of the bargain."
"Damn the bloody bargain!" She shouts angrily. "It was impossible to keep his end of it. That's why your coward of a captain gave him the proposition because it was either death or serve on that god forsaken hell ship for eternity!"
"Francesca!" Bill yells over her. "If he isn't present, you will have to bear his consequence."
She rolls her jaw and looks at her daughter before she speaks again.
"Let me speak with your captain." She tells them.
They all burst into laughter and Francesca grinds her teeth before stabbing one of them.
Davy Jones' second in command grabs her arm harshly and yanks her to the edge of the ship.
Sibyla screams for her mother as Francesca is taken onto the other ship.
She runs to search for her father, looking everywhere there is to look on the ship, but he's nowhere to be found.
"Papa!" She shrieks as rain starts sprinkling.
Eventually, she looks over to see her mother coming back.
Sibyla's about to call over to her, when she sees a crab claw suddenly capture her delicate throat.
"Mother!" She shouts as a blade impales her mother's stomach. The rain turns into a storm and Sibyla blinks once and the Dutchman is gone.