Disclaimer: I do not own POTC, only Costantina, Aurora, Illyria, Margaret and the plot. Read and Review if you'd like
A/N There is no beta for the story, sorry about all the mistakes and also bout the delay in posting. Thanks to everyone who reads and to the reviewers!!
The silence suffocated the group as they quietly sailed into the dank air of the mountains. The shadows consumed them and the group felt the eerie chill set into their bones. All looked around nervously except for Margaret whose happy attitude could not be diminished.
"Left here now." She said and the rowers turned left at a large rock protruding from the water.
"You know." She began turning around to stare at Salvotory. "Scylla used to be a beautiful nymph, and a fisherman who turned into a sea god named Glaucus, fell madly in love with her. She fled onto land where he could not follow and despair filled his heart. He went to the sorceress Circe to ask for a love potion to melt Scylla's heart. As he told his tale of love about Scylla to Circe, she herself fell in love with him. She wooed him with her sweetest words and looks, but the sea-god would have none of her. Circe was furiously angry, but with Scylla and not with Glaucus. She prepared a vial of very powerful poison and poured it in the pool where Scylla bathed. As soon as the nymph entered the water she was transformed into a frightful monster with twelve feet and six head each with three rows of teeth. She stood there in utter misery, unable to move, loathing and destroying everything that came into her reach, a peril to all sailors who passed near her." Illyria scoffed and glared at into the girls eyes.
"A myth only to scare children, there are no sea monsters here." Margaret's eyes sparkled and she turned back to the front.
"Or a story to tell the perils of beauty and jealously. Or if you carefully look into the meaning, one should not seek that which they truly cannot have." Illyria narrowed her eyes and glanced towards Salvotory to find him smiling at the girl with a bit of adoration.
"Now Margaret, who taught you such stories?" His eyes glimmered with a hidden secret and she stared up at him with a brighter smile.
"My older brother, I've missed him for quite sometime now." She turned back to the rowers and pointed to the right where a shore was coming into view.
"And I'm positive there hasn't been a day he didn't think of you." He placed his hand on her shoulder and she glanced back at him with sadden eyes.
"Come home." She simply said and he sorrowfully smiled.
"My home is in a different heart now, though I don't love my family any less." Margaret glanced at Illyria who was staring at the shore, refusing to meet her eyes. Margaret sighed and sat silently until they came to the shore. Illyria disembarked along with Salvotory and the girl.
"Which way?" She anxiously growled and Margaret began to walk up the shore into the mountains.
"You must stay quiet in her sanctuary." Illyria nodded and Salvotory stepped forward and took Margaret's hand. A brief flash of silver caught Illyria's eye but she strode forward after the two not bothering to ask where he stole his ring.
They walked through the seemingly peaceful mountains and after some time the passage became narrower the further they went.
"When-"Illyria began to grunt out but stopped at the angry girls face and hand held toward her. Margaret turned and began to move quicker now, wanting to reach the end of the mountains before the sun disappeared. After minutes trickled by, they came to a large stone carving of a picture of Scylla, her heads outstretched towards a fisherman sitting in his boat with a line cast. Margaret turned back to Illyria and motioned for her to come closer.
"When I place my trident into the slot where the bait should be, we must run back to the ship, the monster Scylla sleeps under these rocks, hardened over time and it won't take her long to break from her chains. We must run and row as quickly as possible in order to escape her." Illyria looked suspicious but nodded none-the-less. Margaret turned to Salvotory who was staring into the carvings with interest.
"I've never-"He began but stopped when the ground began to shake under his feet. Looking down he saw that Margaret's trident from her necklace was in the slot and glowing brightly. She turned and began to flee down the path they had taken causing the other two to follow. Salvotory soon caught up and scooped the girl into his arms and ran at a faster pace with Illyria trailing behind him. Boulders began to fall off the crumbling mountain and low growls could be heard in the wind. They had just broken from the mountains and were running towards the shore when the roar of a beast broke through the air. Looking behind her, Illyria saw the mountains crumble to reveal a long scaly neck leading up to a head. Yellow eyes peered down at her and she turned and ran with a renewed speed.
"Cast off!" She screamed to the men who stared at the beast with fear. They began to push the boat back into the sea and it wasn't long before Margaret was in the boat and Salvotory was helping to push the boat into the water. Everyone climbed in and four paddles were passed around to all the adults. Margaret closed her eyes and began to mumble under her breath.
"And I invoke you Krataiis, mother to Scylla, keep her from darting twice to harm the men as long as we move as quickly as the sea will take us." All the rocks fell into the sea and the monster was then free as her fate would allow her. Twelve heads sprang into the air and moved looking for its prey. The boat was almost out of the harbor and the Tigers Eye was sailing towards them, oars out and moving at a furiously quick speed. The beast yelled again and the group watched as a head dashed down towards them.
"Duck!" Illyria screamed but was too late as one of the men was plucked up by the three rows of teeth that Scylla had. Blood rained down into the ocean as the teethed impaled his body.
The boat was at their back now and they only had a few more feet to go, but another head darted out. The four in the boat ducked but the head sailed over them and towards the boat, taking easy prey from the men who stood on deck. A mans scream was heard as Scylla withdrew her head. They began to climb up the ladder and sail away from her reach but not until the last man from the boat was taken as he climbed the ladder. Illyria turned on Margaret in anger and went to strike the girl but Salvotory stepped in the way.
"Move." She hissed dangerously and he frowned, torn at obeying and at protecting the child behind him who looked on in fear.
"That's an order." She took a step forward and began to draw her sword. Salvotory stared at her sadly but shook his head, a few curls getting loose from being tied back.
"I can't captain." Illyria growled again and motioned to the men behind her.
"To the brig, both of them." She said angrily and Salvotory stared at her sadly. He took Margaret's hand and began walking down the stairs into the brig with four men accompanying them. Illyria walked to the wheel and narrowed her eyes at the ship that was coming around the corner.
"Captain look!" The man in the crows nest called out and Illyria glanced back at Scylla, towards his pointing finger. Slowly a blue light began to creep into the sky until when it cleared the mountains, it shoot straight up and began to fall back to the sea. The light plummeted at a quick pace and Illyria watched in shock as it landed in the center of Charybdis.
"Captain" One of her men started hesitantly. "Our treasure can't be there, can it?" He asked fearfully and she turned on him and raised a hand to strike.
"Take the wheel." She growled pushing past him and through the door that led to the interior of her ship and to the brig. Margaret had a lot of explaining to do before she would be allowed off the ship, be it alive or dead.
Salvotory glanced down at the weary girl who lay against his arm and sighed quietly to himself.
"You could have warned her." He said and the girl glanced up with teary eyes.
"I did." She said annoyed and upset and he placed his arm around her.
"Margaret you-"But she moved away from him and stood staring at him with fury.
"It's not my fault that no-one listens to a child. I know more than I should, all I've ever wanted was to play and be normal but because of this family's curse I can't and because of it, all of my friends are now much older than I. Oh yes we grow old and die, but not like everyone else does, were slower and its unfair." She stomped her foot on the ground and crossed her arms over her chest. Salvotory smiled and held his arms out to her.
"Now your acting quiet like how you look Margaret." She sighed but made her way into his arms anyway.
"Our family is blessed with a beautiful secret to guard from those who are unworthy." He said quietly in a soothing tone.
"There are some, who are now worthy of it and once it has been claimed, we will be normal once again. Neptune chose us Margaret, be grateful of his praise." Margaret mumbled quietly to herself and turned up to look at him.
"What was that?" He asked raising his eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at his lips.
"I just want you and Costan to come home, I miss all of us together. Costan was supposed to get married, I almost had no-one with you both gone." Salvotory smiled and began to rock slightly to lure the girl into sleep.
"We'll be together soon, but nothing will be like before, you know that." Margaret yawned and began to drift off but was startled awake when a large banging noise was heard at the top of the stairs.
Illyria came into view and Salvotory tightened his grip on her.
"It seems you never left them behind as you claimed." She spat, hurt apparent in her eyes.
"I won't let you strike my sister Illyria, but you know where my heart is." His blue eyes tore into her soul and she looked away.
"Why hasn't the temple appeared?" She looked at Margaret who shrugged and looked at Salvotory.
"I was only told how to over-come Scylla, I don't know the next step, I only know who it is." Illyria had been pacing and stopped to look into the bars.
"Who?" She asked confused at the girls wording. Margaret shrugged again and Salvotory began speaking this time.
"Costantina, my other sister. It is now her turn to defeat Charybdis. As Margaret told you before, two dangers, two sisters, and two keys. Everything is paired." Illyria began to pace again and frowned.
"So when she does what she must to Charybdis, his temple will rise then?" Salvotory shook his head and Illyria grew more confused.
"Well when then?" She yelled and placed her hand on her fore-head to try and stop the head-ache that was forming.
"When it's my turn." Illyria's eyes widened and stared at Salvotory.
"What?" Salvotory held up his hand and Illyria noticed a ring in the shape of a trident.
"When Costan does succeed, a path will shoot across the sea and show us the location of the temple, I must then defeat my own danger and the temple will rise and then it will be your turn to defeat what you must." Illyria narrowed her eyes at the new information and looked between the two.
"And you've never mentioned this why?" Salvotory met her angry gaze and squared his shoulders back as his defending himself.
"Because we protect his secret until you prove yourself worthy." Illyria snarled and turned and fled up the stairs in her anger. Salvotory sighed and sat back next to Margaret who pat his hand.
"We must prove ourselves first though." She said and he smiled at her and placed his arm back around her shoulders. She smiled and curled into his side, ready for a rest from her long journey.
Illyria stormed into her cabin and began to throw things around in her anger. Questions, thoughts and new information rang through her head in a blur and soon her vision was also blurred. Tears poured down her face at Salvotory's betrayal which hurt deeper than she had expected, though she knew why.
No she never truly admitted her feelings for the Sicilian, but deep inside her soul, she knew she did love him. Only one other could claim her heart as Salvotory could, but both had betrayed the large amount of trust she placed in them. The first time was almost un-bearable until he had helped her through but this time, there was no one to comfort her. Illyria fell to the ground as her curly hair stuck to her face from the salty tears.
"I vow never to feel the tragedy of love again." She cried silently, taking a dagger and placing an incision in the center of her hand, sealing her vow with her blood.
A/n- Hoped you liked this chapter, I wanted it to focus only on Illyria and her ship. Next chapter will be Jack.