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Here is chapter 4 of

Wolves of the Caribbean

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I wake up the next morning, with a smile. I had a good feeling today was going to be a very good day. I get out of my nice warm bed and put a dark red shirt on and my bandana. I walk out of deck and see that the sun was beginning to rise; the sky was turning a beautiful shade of red. 'Red sky at morning, sailors take warning.' Was the first thought that popped into my head.

It was a good ten to fifteen minutes before I sensed my father coming up from behind me. He walked up and leaned against the rail looking the opposite direction that I was. I glance over at him and give him a warming smile, as he returns it. I could tell he was thinking about something, but I couldn't place what it was.

I just decide to ignore it as I started to walk to the front of the ship. I could tell my father was staring at me as I walked. I felt a little uncomfortable. Then I look at two barrels of rum, remember what had happened last night. I look at them for a few good minutes, I sigh and look in the other direction, not wanting to think about what I did last night.

My father came up and put a gentle hand on my shoulder. I turn to look at him; he smiles and takes a deep breath. Something was really bothering him, I knew it. I offer him a smile before I asked, "something the matter, Mr. Turner?"

He looks up at me sorrowful look. He removes his hand from my shoulder and starts to walk away, but I didn't watch him leave I just continued to stare out at sea. I could tell he was getting ready to head back down under deck, when he stopped. Then I hear him asked with hurt in his voice, "did you kill those two men back in Tortuga, Captain Turner?" He says my last name with a bit of anger.

I jerked around to look at him I was in shock. 'How did he know?" I look down at my feet, trying to figure out something to say. When I looked back up I felt tears stinging my eyes. "I…couldn't stop myself." I say as I lower my head once more, trying to stop the tears that were threatening my eyes. "I've become a monster."

I look back up to see him, looking at me with a dreadful expression. He walks back over to me, but stops when he gets about four feet from me. It was like he was scared of me, I shouldn't blame him, and I'm scared of myself. He looks at the ground, then back up at me and sighs. "Haven't we all."

"No, not like me." I say as I wipe a tear from my face. "I'm not even human anymore." He looks at me with terror in his eyes. I chuckle sadly, and then I walk over to a barrel that I hid behind the night before when I had killed Don.

He slowly walks over to me and cautiously sits on the other barrel right next to me. We sit there in silence, when I hear him take a deep breath. "You have been cursed yet again, right?" He says not looking at me.

I nod as I reply, "aye. I have to kill to survive." I look up at him, looking for some type of comfort from him, but no. He takes his hand and slides it down his face in frustration. He finally looks over at me, and gives me a sad smile. "Looks like we shall have to stay close to land, aye?"

I look at him for a moment longer then I finally nod in agreement. I still haven't told him about Don. Should I or should I not, that I do not know. He seems to be taking my newfound curse rather well, better then me that's for sure. He pats me on the shoulder and gets up from his seat and walks back down below deck. Leaving me alone with my thoughts.

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By nightfall we had reached the little island that had become cursed on. I was frightened as I remembered that horrible night. My cravings had returned and I was worried I was going to attack another member of my crew. No one had noticed Don's disappearance, which I was thankful for. I didn't want the entire crew knowing my secret; it was bad enough my father knew of it.

We hadn't spoken at all to each other, unless it was absolutely necessary. The crew seemed to have noticed our awkward situation, and decided at best to leave us alone about it, by not bringing it up. Thank God.

I had ordered the crew to dock the ship as close as possible to the island. 'This was going to be a long night.' I thought to myself as I was helping to deploy and dingy in the water below us. I could hear every single heart beat of every crewmember near me. It frightened me so I began walking back to my cabin without saying a word. I could feel the glances I was receiving from my crew, but I paid them no heed.

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I sat on my bed with my head in my hands, tears falling freely from my eyes. 'Why is this happening? What did I do to deserve this horrible curse?' I thought as I sat there, scared of myself, scared of what I might do next. Or worse yet, of who my might kill.

I hear someone's footsteps coming closer to my cabin. I quickly lift my head up and wipe away the tears. Before he walks in, it's my father I can sense it. I hear him grab the door handle and slowly open the door; he sticks his head in and looks around to see if he can find me. We he finally sees me on my bed, he begins to walk in cautiously. He's scared; I can smell his fear. That only makes me even more depressed. A father scared of his own son, it kills me inside. I suppose he has a right to fear me, I am a ruthless killer, who has no control over my actions when the creature inside of me takes over.

"Captain?" He asks in a sad voice. I continue looking at him, my expression not changing at all. He closes the door slowly and stands there in the middle of the room.

"Scared of your own son, I see." I reply with a hint of anger. Shit! I hadn't meant for it to come out like that. He tenses up and clears his throat, as he looks around the room, no longer able to look at me. He was scared, but ashamed that I knew he was scared of me.

Then, right when I was about to say I was sorry for sounding so angry with him, the scent of blood fill my nostrils. All of my senses kicked into overdrive then. I could fill my fangs extending in my mouth and my eyes turning their eerie color. My breathing became more heavy and faster. I was loosing control of my actions. 'Not again!'

My father noticed this, and began to panic. I leaped off of my bed, and quickly ran to the door before my father had a chance of getting out. I blocked his way out, so he was trapped. I could hear a growl escaping from the back of my throat. My father was terrified; I could see it in his eyes.

"No where to run, Father!" I say with a hint of amusement, a smile creeping onto my lips. I slowly begin walks towards his retreating form.

"Your not my son, you killed him!" He replies angrily. I'm amused by his choice of words; I give him a toothy grin, showing him my long fangs.

'He doesn't know that I can't control my actions!' My mind is racing but I have absolutely no control what so ever. He was backed into a corner, having nowhere to go he grabs his sword from his hilt and swings at me. I duck with ease, still smiling. I creep a little closer. He swings again, as I duck he quickly moves it and stabs me straight in the gut.

I give a slight yell of pain; I look back up at him, rage feeling my eyes now. He takes this moment to try and escape. I swiftly yank the sword out of me and throw it down then run after my father. Right as he is about to grab the door handle I grab his arm and yank him back.

He lands on his back, and gives a little yell. I look at him in pure murderous anger. I could hear the crew outside running around deck, frightened by what they were hearing coming from my cabin. My father finally looks up at me, as a few tears roll down his face. I slowly walk over to him and kneel down beside him. I grab hold of his jaw forcefully and yank his head over to the side, exposing his neck. I laughed as he closes his eyes, not wanting to see as I drain the life from him. I ease my head down to his neck, opening my mouth as I did. He never tried to fight me off; he just lay there. Feeding time.

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