Chapter 2 On the Run
Sara returned home with the book tucked under an arm well after nightfall. A shock to her when she saw her father and grandfather still there.
"Thought you two left hours ago," she said.
"Calypso allowed us to leave," Bill said.
"The curse has been lifted years ago," Will said, correcting his father. "When I first met your older brother. Though, I still ferried souls."
"But who's the captain?"
Before an answer was given, Ben barged into the house, breathing hard.
"English...soldiers...coming."
The Turners looked at each other before they rushed out through the kitchen; followed by Ben. Sara still held her book as Will led the way to the Dutchman. No one stopped until they hit the deck; all but Ben. Sara dropped her book so she could have both hands to control the water. It gathered up around Ben from the waist down and Sara used that to propel the man onto the ship. He landed ungracefully on his butt and laid there on the deck. He looked up at Sara, who once again had her spell book tucked under an arm.
"What was that for," Ben asked.
"Would you have come on in your own power?"
With that, Sara turned and made her way to her father s cabin to safely store her book. Ben picked himself and looked around to find himself on the top deck of the Flying Dutchman. He saw the Turner siblings were completely at ease on the ship. Sara emerged from the cabin and helped with the sails.
Then again, they have pirate blood.
The Dutchman turned to the open waters with the whole of the Turner family helping. Ben stayed out of the way and watched the activity. He was the cousin of the royal family; but his family was sent to Port Royal for reasons unknown to him. As the night wore on, Sara pulled out her book and took it up to the helm deck. There, with one of the crew at the wheel, Sara opened the book as Ben came up to her.
"Before you say anything, I thought it over," Sara said, not looking it up. "I will; but know this. Magic is not a childhood toy you can simply play with. Like a sword, it can kill with a spell, potion, or done improperly."
"I understand."
"And it cannot be rushed. Though my own teacher had done so, she was the only student of Calypso."
"Calypso?" Ben sat down across from Sara, eager to learn from his teacher.
"The sea goddess. She was bound to her human bonds by the Brethren Court many years ago. They were told how by the man who loved her. She was released before the final battle," Sara said.
"The final battle?"
"Between the pirates of the four corners and the East Indian Trading Company," the one at the wheel said.
The two looked up; waiting. He was one of the first aboard after Bill; Andy. He had learned of the events well enough to be able to tell it correctly.
"Thanks, Andy. The only two, three if you want to count having the Endeavor being blown to kingdom come, ships that fought was the Dutchman under Davy's command, and the Pearl under my mum and Jack's command."
"Your mum?"
"Former Pirate King."
"And who's it now?"
"You re looking at her."
Ben stared at Sara with a non-believing stare. He could believe Elizabeth was, but not Sara.
"Aren't you a bit young?"
"I've been the King since I was near ten years old. And don't you forget that."
Sara closed her spell book and stormed off the helm deck. Once she placed the book in her father s cabin, Sara came back out and saw the crew settling down for the night; though dead they maybe. The young Turner found an out of the way spot and got comfortable. She was at the line between the conscious and subconscious when she felt a blanket being placed over her body. An open eye showed her it was Bill. Sara allowed herself to slip into unconsciousness.
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"Sara's been the one to be known to attack without warning," Andy said as Sara left earshot. "She, according to what I heard, takes after Calypso a bit. Like she said, Sara's teacher was the only witch that Calypso taught."
Ben stood and looked out to where Sara was sleeping. Not only was she a skilled swordsman and a talented pirate, Sara had been touched by Calypso herself.
But she bares no sign of such a touch, Ben thought.
He took the cue from the others and picked a spot to rest. Midnight, Ben was waken by Andy.
"Your turn for watch," the pirate said.
Ben yawned and stretched before picking himself up. He looked at the older man, wanting to know what he was suppose to do.
Keep the ship on course. Shout of anything happens. Ben nodded as he sleepily took the wheel. Andy went to his own sleeping area and soon fell asleep. Left to his own thoughts, Ben though of why the English soldiers were coming to storm the mansion.
