Chapter three

Valeria had played a few more songs, and it was the same with every word and tune.
The others only seemed to hear what their own mind wanted them to hear, they never
would have let her call them thinks like mere meat or blood, without thinking of it as
strange or getting angry about it.

It was confusing for him that he was the only one who heard the truth in the words she
sung, and she? She seemed to notice that clearly, looking up to him from time to time,
drawing him in her own shadowy world. Pulling him into her fantasy, in lack of better
words to explain what he was hearing.

She decided to take a walk in the garden after she had ended the concert. Talking to her
audience with a of red wine in one of her hands, laughing whilst she happily accepted
the compliments about her music and voice from everyone. The guests where now doing
what they always did, chatting and spreading rumours, or smoking cigars and drinking rum
or wine.

Expect for Will who easily found the way away from Elizabeth and the others to follow the
strangely seducing woman into the garden.

She was sitting on a white little stone bench and seemingly enjoyed the soft wind that came
from the warm sea and waved freely through her open dark hair.

"Are you tired of the society, Mister Turner?" She asked him without looking back to him.

He did not expect her to notice him and almost jumped out of surprise. "Ew.. what? I mean yes.."
He nodded. "I just wanted to take a walk..."

"Ah.. fine.." She smiled again this smile she had offered him whilst singing. This time she
slightly turned her pale face to him.

"And? How was my music for your ears...?" She asked him, showing clearly in the black
eyes that she knew how many ways to answer this question would be open for him.

"Actually...quite nice.." He said a bid uncertain if it had been such a good idea to follow
her into the gardens. Right now he felt rather like talking with Norrington than with her.

"Nothing... you would like to ask about?" She said and looked back to the flowers she
had studied earlier. "Nothing what made my melodies different from those you heard
till today..?"

"Perhaps in some way..." He gave in without actually wanting it and did not know why
till it was to late and the words out.

"I thought you would... some hear it with their souls... and understand the true words in
my songs... the others just hear a pretty voice..." She explained looking back to him,
patting the place beside her on the bench with one hand. "Come on take a seat
young William..."

"I don't know..." He looked around, he was not really sure. What If Elizabeth would see
him here, with this woman. The last thing he wanted was destroying the last chance to
have Elizabeth loving him.

"I don't bite..." She smiled at him. "Not yet.." she added as a whisper.

He let himself down beside her, watching the flowers now, like she did. "Your music
was good... it fascinated the others very much..." Will said.

"They don't really hear what I am singing... but you seemingly did... that makes you
special young William..." She smiled again.

"I am not..." He sighed. He really don't liked being different, he always was special
and never wanted it.

"Oh I don't think you are right... Miss Swann was very glad to call you her love...
I am sure you two will have a good life together..." She said. "You can call yourself
lucky... with such a women, a good place in the society...and no need to ever turn back
to a other life..."

"That's perhaps true.. but..." He started but sighed looking down and never finished the line.

She waited a second and watched him fight with the truth to come out.

"But ...of course no way to see more than that also... am I right?"

"No.." He looked up. "No.. I am quite happy here... With Elizabeth and all..." he added quickly.

"Well... nothing you miss?"

"Nothing..." His eyes went to the Black Pearls in her hair for a second and back to the ground.
"Nothing...." He repeated, unsure if he had given away what was wrong.

"I know that you lie young William... I once was the same..." She explained.

"Really?" He asked before he could stop himself.

"Yes.." She laughed. "As I was young... I lived in London... I loved to sing and play music
but had never much time for it...My Parents thought I should marry a wonderful man... he was
really kind and everything.. I could have called myself more lucky than every other woman..."
She sighed deeply and a sad frown came over her. "but there was a longing for more...
I wanted to live my music..."

"And you managed to do it.." He added watching her.

"Not so easily... I married...and a few minutes it was nice.. but as soon as I heard the music
playing on our marriage I knew I would rather die than live like this forever..." The fire in her
eyes twinkled. "Till My Husband and I meet a man... he helped me to see what I wanted to be
and helped me turning into it..." She took another sip from her wine.

"And you Husband let you do that so easily?" Will asked confused.

"Oh no... but he could not stop me... and so I went away from England after he had died..."
She explained with a little smirk.

"I am sorry.."

"Oh you don't have to be.. he literally was digging his own grave with his behaviour..." She
shrugged again smiling at him.

"I don't know If I could follow what is calling me..." Will said, not really knowing why he talked
about it. "To be honest, I don't really know what is calling for me..."

"WILL!!" Elizabeths voice waved over from the house.

Valeria smiled. "Oh I think it is your beloved, in the moment, who is calling for you..." Will nodded
and went up from his place. "But If you think you got out what is calling you.. you always can
come to me and talk...I am not leaving before Christmas.." She smiled at him and he turned to
walk away.

He looked not back till he had reached Elizabeth, but could not get rid of the feeling that he had
since he heard sing for the rest of the evening.

Even as he went to bed and woke up the next morning the feeling was still there. She had been right,
he clearly was longing for something that called for him. But he still, did not know what it was. Perhaps
the Pearl, perhaps the live as Pirate, perhaps that what he had inherited of his father. Perhaps it only
were the vows he made in his life. First to find his father, than to rescue Elizabeth and to never leave
her to Norrington... stay true to himself, find his father or kill the Pirates who had killed Bootstrap... a
mess of vows he had made and now had to battle against the longing that was left behind.