Thanks to Nausicaa of the Spirits and Crysta Mayville for reviewing chapter two! Crysta Mayville was kind enough to point out to me with her sharp-wittedness that I had made an error in editing the lyrics from the original to my own. Thanks bundles! Now, onward to chapter three!
Disclaimer: See chapter uno, por favor.
"Yeah," Mrs. Walker answered, shrugging. "And who's to say they're wrong. Years ago, something really bad happened. I hadn't seen nothin' like it in all my years." She sat next to Jack and sang.
"There was a pirate and his wife
And he was beautiful
A proper artist with a sword
But they transported him
Without a word
And he was beautiful."
"Teague his name was," Mrs. Walker said. "Joseph Teague."
"What was his crime?" Jack asked, even though he knew that Mrs. Walker was talking about him.
"Foolishness…" replied Mrs. Walker, shaking her head.
(flashback)
(A/N: WARNING- THIS PARTICULAR PART OF THE STORY WILL CONTAIN A RAPING. IF YOU ARE EASILY UPSET, PLEASE SKIP THIS PART)
"He had this wife, you see,
Pretty little thing.
Silly little nit
Had her chance for the moon on a string--
Poor thing. Poor thing."
Antoinette sat with baby Nausicaa in her arms, languishing about the fact that her husband had been sent off to an Australian prison. She looked out the window to see that Judge Quartermaine (who was holding a bouquet of flowers for Antoinette) and Beadle Pettigrew were standing outside her apartment.
"There was this Judge, you see,
Wanted her like mad.
Every day he'd send her a flower,
But did she come down from her tower?"
Nausicaa, being the naturally curiously baby she was, looked out the window, only to find that creepy judge stalking her mother…AGAIN. She cried hysterically, which roughly translated to, "OH, MY GOD!! SOMEONE CALL THE POLICE!! Mommy, why didn't you get a freakin' restraining order against him?"
"Ah, but there was worse yet to come—
Poor thing."
Later that night, Beadle Pettigrew randomly showed up at Antoinette's (she was wearing a simple, pink, corseted dress with a tiny floral pattern) house, took her down to Judge Quartermaine's mansion, forced Mrs. Walker (who was a baby herself) to baby-sit Nausicaa. (1)
"The Beadle calls on her, all polite,
Poor thing, poor thing.
The Judge, he tells her, is all contrite,
He blames himself for her dreadful plight,
She must come straight to his house tonight!
Poor thing, poor thing."
When Antoinette arrived at Quartermaine's mansion, Beadle Pettigrew shoved her into a room filled with people having a masquerade party.
"Of course, when she goes there,
Poor thing, poor thing,
They're having this ball all in masks.
There's no one she knows there,
Poor dear, poor thing.
She wanders tormented, and drinks,
Poor thing.
The Judge has repented, she thinks,
Poor thing.
'Oh, where is Judge Quartermaine?' she asks."
Antoinette, scared out of her mind, imbibed herself silly with gin and wine and fainted on a couch. Little did she know, Judge Quartermaine was hiding nearby behind a mask and a red cloak.
"He was there, all right—
Only not so contrite!"
Judge Quartermaine deviously walked over to Antoinette's fainting place. Antoinette woke up to find Judge Quartermaine ogling her straight in the face, his visage insane-looking.
"She wasn't no match for such craft, you see,
And everyone thought it so droll.
They figured she had to be daft, you see,
So all of 'em stood there and laughed, you see.
Poor soul!
Poor thing!"
Judge Quartermaine stood over Antoinette and spread his cloak out like bat's wings and raped her. His guests laughed insanely, as if they had escaped from the insane asylum and huffed a bunch of dentist's sedation gas.
(end flashback)
"No!!" Jack screamed, his eyes filled with terror. "Would no one have mercy on her?"
"So it is you…" Mrs. Walker gasped. "Joseph Teague."
"Where is she? Where's Antoinette?" Jack sobbed. "Where is my wife?"
"I'm sorry, love, but she poisoned herself with arsenic." Mrs. Walker confessed. "I tried to stop her, but she wouldn't listen to me. And I'm doubly sorry to tell you that Judge Quartermaine adopted Nausicaa. Treated her like his own."
Jack, filled with disgust, growled, "16 years, I've been sweating in a living purgatory, dreaming of coming home to my wife and child, but coming back to find my life in ruins."
"Well, Mr. Teague," Mrs. Walker uttered. "I can't say Father Time has been pleasant to you all of these years…"
"No!" Jack exclaimed. "Not Teague; that man is as good as dead. It's Sparrow now, Jack Sparrow, and he shall have vengeance."
(1) Nausicaa of the Spirits and I are both 16, so I found it kind of silly that I would be a perpetual 16 year old throughout the story if I were actually an "adult" in the flashback.
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