On stranger Tides
Chapter six
A spell to make the unseen seen
We sailed upon the coastal of an island we found near sunset. The island look deserted as we watch from the bow. Caspian looked through the telescope, for any chance of civilizations upon land. The island looks deserted since there were no land markings of habitats, buildings, or any other evidence. Although, for a deserted island, it looked welled nourished.
"It look's uninhabited," Caspian said. "But if the lord's follow the mist east, they would have stopped here."
"Could be a trap," Drinian mention not amused or caution.
"Or it could hold some answers." Edmund added. "Caspian?"
"We'll spend a night on shore. Scour the island in the morning." Caspian announced.
"Aye, your majesty," Drinian said, as Caspian handed him the telescope and to me. I stared through the spyglass and shuddered. Something doesn't feel right. The atmosphere feel's heavy yet not dark. A source of magic or energy hovers among these lands.
"You alright, Wisteria?" Lucy asked setting the spyglass down to stare at her. "You've been quiet lately?"
"I'm fine," I sighed. "Or just paranoid."
Lucy was going to ask why, but I excused myself back to our cabin to fetch a book and a jacket to wear when we settled for camp. Once we got on shore, I decided to wonder around the beach though close to camp. However the young queen couldn't let me be. Quickly I held control over my hobble walk to steady pace.
"Wisteria, what's wrong?" She asked.
"Nothing, Lucy." I assured.
"We may not know each other that well. But I know something is wrong." She said. "Was it that nightmare you have?"
I paused in mid-step, twisting my form to stare at her shock. How does she know? Lucy glared, "I know because you talk in your sleep and thrashed like you were being torture. Wisteria, what was it about? Was it the slave traders? You know you are safe."
"It's not the slave traders, Lucy." I answered and started walking faster but my leg hurt, causing me to wobble again.
"You're sloping again," Lucy announced quickly by my side. "Is something wrong with your leg?"
"I'm fine," I assured her, but stopped when she grabbed my arm. I sighed taking her behind a boulder, removing my boot and rolled up the pants to show her the cause of my pain. She gasped at the bruise.
"What . . . happen?" she asked examining it thoroughly.
"The mist. Somehow it had the ability to enter my dreams and caused physical damage." I answered. "That's why I've been out of it. I was trying to figure out why it cause this and . . . not have everyone worry."
"It looks really bad, what did it do to you in your dream?" she asked as we sat down.
"It tried to persuade me to join her, taking appearance of my mother. But I saw through its mask, but instead of waking up, it tried to drown me. It was so realistic ….if it weren't for Aslan, I would have died in my sleep." I explain. Then scratched my head, "There's some reason its wants me? I hold something that it wants."
Lucy soon wrapped her arms around me, "Did you tell your father or Caspian?"
"No, and I'm afraid they'll worried too much." Grabbing her hand straight stare, "Lucy, you can't tell anybody; not yet at least."
She question herself but my desperate beg let her agreed not to tell but she said when exploring the island we stick together. With a sigh of relief we headed back though little did we know that we had an audience watching us.
.o0o.
It was dusk as the fire played on the beach and the crew enjoying themselves by the fire. Dinner wasn't much, just water fruit and fish. Caspian handed me a fish on a skewer and I stared at it. Its dead beady eyes looking at me horridly, a slaughter victim a gore film. To tell you the truth, I never ate fish in my entire life. Maybe a lobster, crab, and oysters including shrimp, but never a fish . . . did it just blink?
"Something wrong?" Caspian asked.
"I . . . I think it just blinked." I gulped, looking at the chard thing. Everyone boomed in laughter at my statement.
"It's dead, I'll assure you." My cousin said, sitting down between Lucy and me. I still look at dinner whether I should at least take a bite? "You never eaten a fish before have you?"
"Not even a tuna sandwich." I said.
Edmund, who was on my other side, took the fish and pulled out a knife cutting the head off, then gave me back the skewer. "Try it now."
Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and took a nibble. It tasted bland, watery, if not burnt. It was horrible, immediately I gagged, spitting out into the flames. The crew watch bemused of my acting. I wiped the cuffs of my sleeve over my mouth, drinking some water afterwards look at them they stared jaws open while eyes wide open. Okay, what's with the fish out of water stare?
"What?"
"That wasn't very lady like." Rynelf said.
I stare at them confused until realizing I wasn't in my world anymore. Nervously I covered my face.
"Well, she came from another world and different society on manners." Drinian defended. As the crew backed away avoiding the subject. Drinian took the fish and handed me some dried meat and bread. Though whispered in my ear, "Your mother had that same reaction as well."
I blushed embarrassed, without saying a word I just took a bite of bread while the crew laughed at me. How humiliating, at least they get their laugh. The feast went on until the last bite, though I didn't say a single word.
"Oh come on, Wisteria, it wasn't so bad." Lucy said.
I just shook my head no, arms crossed.
"Seems someone is not happy," Caspian said, before a smirk whisk his lips. He leaned down close to my ear and started whispering. I gasped on the secret conversation he enclosed between us, that my cheek blushed on the jokes. I desperately tried to stifle a laugh. Come on, Wisteria don't fall his tricks. Everyone stared at me like eyes widen in shock, but I tried to ignore them and Caspian words. But the story he told me became more and more detailed, impossible not to laugh. Until I burst out laughing hard, tears in my eyes.
"What did you tell her?" Lucy asked.
Caspian pulled back smirk on his face. "Something that should not be repeated, Lucy love."
"Really, what's the Joke?" Edmund asked.
"It's better be wise my king that he doesn't repeat." Reepicheep inquired, a little flustered as well, for his better hearing.
"Oh Caspian, please, please tell me." Lucy begged.
"Be . . . hahaha . . . Better when you're older . . . . Lu-Lucy." I laughed practically smacking my knee.
"Well, if she said it like that, it must be inappropriate." Eustace sneered.
"Very," I breathed heavily, and then smack Caspian on the arm. "You little . . . . Thanks."
"No problem." Caspian chuckled, though he stared at me like he accomplished something.
"Why is everyone staring at me?" I asked.
"Wisteria, you're glowing" Edmund said.
"What do you mean I'm glowing?" I asked, confused by his statement. Edmund the pointed at my hand, following it I notice my golden skin was glowing in a pale white blue. "What the hell!"
"Calm down, Wisteria, its normal." Drinian said; the glow started to faded away back to its original skin tone. I looked at my father confused. He sighs and explains, "Fantine was part star and when a star is happy in their human form they glow."
I glared at my father with venom that the crew knows not to speak a single word. "When we speak in private father and cousin; you have a hell of a lot of explaining."
Caspian and Drinian nodded amused by my French. But I didn't care, sighing I slouched down. Life is going to be complicated. A moment of silences, earlier conversations were being spread about. Again with a sigh, I stared up to the sky upon the constellation, except the farther we go on this voyage the less of the stories they become. The night went on and everyone told story. I was fascinated by what could have be consider legends be true; from Edmund and Lucy point of view during the golden age. Even Drinian told his tales of his young adventures. The ring paced around till it ended on me.
"I don't have a story." I said.
"It can be anything." Rynelf said.
"Nope, there wasn't much adventure in Washington D.C."
"Then why don't you sing to us." Rhice suggested.
"Sing?" I repeated nervously biting my bottom lip.
"Yeah," some of the crew said.
I chuckled nervously haven't truly sung in public before. "Okay um, let me think of a song."
What is a good song to sing to the Narnian navy? I hardly know any military song. Then again, I remember the verses from Pirates of the Caribbean, 'My Jolly Sailor Bold."
"Okay here's one." Taking a deep breath,
"Upon one summer's morning, I carelessly did stray,
Down by the Walls of Wapping, where I met a sailor gay,
Conversing with an young lass, who seem'd to be in pain,
Saying, William, when you go, I fear you will ne'er return again.
''''
His hair it does in ringlets hang, his eyes as black as soles,
May happiness attend him wherever he goes,
From Tower Hill, down to Blackwall, I will wander, weep, and moan,
All for my jolly sailor bold, until he does return.
'''''''''
My father is a merchant—the truth I now will tell,
And in great London City in opulence doth dwell,
His fortune doth exceed 300,000 in gold,
And he frowns upon his daughter, 'cause she loves a sailor bold.
'''''''''
A fig for his riches, his merchandize, and gold,
True love is grafted in my heart; give me my sailor bold:
Should he return in poverty, from o'er the ocean far,
To my tender bosom, I'll fondly press my jolly tar.
''''''''''''
My sailor is as smiling as the pleasant month of May,
And oft we have wandered through Ratcliffe Highway,
Where many a pretty blooming girl we happy did behold,
Reclining on the bosom of her jolly sailor bold.
''''''''''
My name it is Maria, a merchant's daughter fair,
And I have left my parents and three thousand pounds a year,
'''''''
Come all you pretty fair maids, whoever you may be
Who love a jolly sailor bold that ploughs the raging sea,
While up aloft, in storm, from me his absence mourn,
And firmly pray, arrive the day, he home will safe return.
''''''''
My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold.
''''''
My heart is pierced by Cupid; I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold.
The Crew, family and friends sigh to my song before long, they asked me to sing another song.
Once done singing, the crew sighed in contempt while lost in a daze of personal memories. How they missed their spouses who wish for their jolly sailor bold. Drinian gave the command it was time to rest in preparation for the search tomorrow. Lucy and I grabbed our mats and set them aside from one another. With goodnight to our friends we went to sleep.
.o0o.
"This one's female," whisper a voice. I groaned turning to my side till shiver. It was cold, impossible to go back to sleep.
"So is she," whispered another voice, "But the book is in between."
I yawned getting up while opening my eyes to see a deep heavy foot print in the sand while the book Lucy brought was levitating in the air. What the . . . .
"She's awake. Let's take them both." Commanded the other voice. Before I could adjust, a hand wrapped around my mouth and the feeling of two arms picked me up. I panic realizing there was no body doing this. Lucy squirmed as well from this abnormity which carried us away into the woods, off to the rounded garden trees. We tried our hardest to scream and fight against the entity on order to escape. But it was impossible. I did a back kick and a head butt of the assumable source. A groan was heard as it tripped down.
"Ow, she kicked me." Said the voice. Guessing where the voice came from I stood up and kick its location. A whimper of it and a 'ouch' followed those action. I panted, looking back to see Lucy being carried off.
"LUCY!" I exclaimed, chasing after her drawing my dagger. When I reached a clearing the moment her invincible capture dropped her to the ground. Before I could ran to her aid, a force knocked me down around the legs by the invisible attacker. I yelped in pain when the hand squeezed the mist's bruise.
"Wisteria!" Lucy called, coming to my aid but her dagger and mine were ripped out from our hands and thrown across the clearing.
"Won't be needing that," Said the voice from before. Lucy helped me up though we were pushed down once more.
"There is no escape." Announced a deeper if not rougher voice, assuming he or it- was the leader of the invisible nuisances.
"Well put."
"Scary, yeah!"
"What are you?" Lucy asked.
"Ghost . . . demon?" I asked, through gritted teeth.
"We are terrifying invisible beast."
"If you could see us, you would be very intimidated." Said the chief.
"You forgot that we are very large." Added the first voice.
"Well what do you want?" Lucy asked.
"You two," order the chief, "You'll do what we ask."
"They will."
"Or what?" Lucy challenged.
"Or death," the leader of the invisible growled while his cult chanted 'death' over and over again.
I got up and crossed my arm, remember how to bargain when accompany Marius in auctions or markets. "Well, we're no good if we are dead then, hhhmmmmm."
They stopped their chanting, conversation about not thinking about that. However their comeback was practically a hostage situation. "Alright, then we'll just kill your friends."
"What do you want from us?" Lucy asked, now serious to comply on whatever their request was. I nodded as well. I just got my family, my dad and cousin. I couldn't bear losing again in what has been given follow by my friendship with the crew.
"You two will enter the house of the Oppressor." The chief said, pushing us further into the clearing. Only to realize it looks more like a garden than some open plain field.
"What house?" I asked, now annoyed as hell.
"This one," as by magic, two doors opens from transparent doors to a grand foyer. "Upstairs, you'll find the book of incantation. Recite the spell that makes the unseen seen."
"Well put chief. Well put." Said one of the invisible followers.
We walked closer to the door though Lucy asked, "Why don't you do it yourselves?"
"We can't read or write." The chief muttered.
I rolled my eyes, you got to be joking. Lucy sigh, "Why didn't you just say so?"
I sigh grabbing her arm, "C'mon, their just stupid chicken."
"Hey, that wasn't very nice."
"Remember what we can do to your friends."
"Like you did to us?" I snapped, growling low to hear them scoot back. "Oh, once we break that damn spell, intimidated or not, I'm going to kick your sorry ass."
Lucy gawk from my language and the invisible creatures go chatting about on my manners, saying they like Lucy more than me. I rolled my eyes once more and walked in. What a bunch pansy!
"Beware of the Oppressor. He's very Oppresses. "The chief warned. "What makes the Unseen seen! Got it."
"Heard you the first time," I muttered, taking Lucy hand and dragged ourselves inside.
The door shut and we walked upstairs to find this book of Incantation. Lucy remained silent until she asked how I could speak so foul. I sighed and explained to her in the future, everyone speak harsh or add words when necessary on certain terms. Though there are some people who cured so badly out of habit, a mother with soup could never clean such a mouth. She didn't like it, announced if she had children, she'll teach them to be well manner while adventuress. I gave a breathy chuckled and yawned.
We stayed caution looking left through right down the aisle halls of doors. This Oppressor must be some scary man to intimidate these invisible being. Might want to ask him for some advice to get revenge on those buffoons, whom kidnapped us? Examining the anterior detail and furnishing, I paused, this was not a house. This was a mansion. A groan escape. ... This was going to be a long annoying day.
We walked around the mansion till finding an open door on the end of the hallway. The door lead to a room, which I could possible guess was a library for how the wall was cover in books. Cautiously, we entered the library to see it was empty. But seeing all these books, I think I died and gone to heaven and brought down to hell. How are we supposed to find the book of incantation, if there over a thousand books?
"You take the left while I'll take the right." I said.
Lucy nodded as we split up. Walking to the right on the first book case, reading the titles off of big leather bind book with silver, gold, black ink script. Even the others I never heard about, until spotting a section of scrolls in a glass box, the material seemed frail and ink settled. On the plac, engraved the names of the scrolls of the impossible.
"The scrolls of Alexander," I whispered. "But how, you guys are so to be myth lost through time?"
I continued to read through countless books. Out of curiosity, I grabbed a random book from the shelf. The book was big practically way more than five pound. Though the leathers texture felt strange, as if dehydrated if not drown hyde while stitching random patches. There was a lock while the key daggled on a leathery string, as a large slit patched on the over. Still feeling the books exterior of the cover for I'm not sure if its leather. The texture felt dried skin. . . Suddenly the small slit opened and an eye blinked at me. I choked on a scream, dropping the cursed thing. Now I know what this book reminded me of . . . . Its Winifred's book from Hocus Pocus: in other words, human skin.
"Wisteria, what's wrong." Lucy asked from the other side.
I shivered in disgust gulping down my shock. "You don't want to know, Lucy."
"Try me." She asked.
"Alright, have you ever seen a human skin cover book that blinks?" I asked. Lucy shuddered in disgust. Thought so, picking up the crusade thing and put it back on the shelf. This place just gotten weirder by the minute! We continued to search for the Book of incantation, until I heard whispering. They weren't human nor demonic, almost secretive echoes.
'Closer, closer, our power, your magic our spells.'
My hand gazed over the leather and metallic material over many books. The closer I got, the louder the voices become. Slowly I stepped until spotted a small bounded grey leather hard cover book. The cover held a trinity knot on the front while in cursive writing embedded in the silver vines read.
Book of Spells
Could this be the one that's been calling me? I thought. Suddenly the whispered vanished into the air.
"Wisteria, I found the book of incantation," Lucy cheered, she stood center of the library in front of the podium where a huge booked lie. "And listen to this:
"With these words
Your tongue must sew
Fall all around there
To be snow"
Once she finished reading, the library was covered in snow while falling from the ceiling. I laughed amazed. It is like Harry Potter in the great hall that was enchanted. I spin around like a kid, holding my hand out to collect the small shave crystals of ice. But all the magic faded once Lucy blew the pages back to normal and the snow vanished. I sighed, though shivered again to the negative feeling from before. A cold spot from a dark elusive green mist.
"Make me she who I degree." Lucy whispered, suddenly a roar echoed out, covering my ears from the sound.
"Lucy . . . ." murmured Aslan voice full of pity.
I looked at Lucy then back to the mist however it was gone. I scowled stomping towards the young queen.
"What did you do?" I asked voiced raised.
"I . . . I found the spell." She said breathlessly. I glared and looked at the page she found, 'the spell to make the unseen seen.' "Want to chant it."
"We'll do it together." I said.
"No, you do it."
I sigh . . . kiss up.
Like the 'P' in phychology
The 'h' in psychistry,
Invisible ink in mythology
And the truth in theology
The Pea in the pod
The foot that's been
Like the hem that's is stitch
And the bird that has been tip
Like a leopard spots in a field
Nothing in life could be more real that which is gone, is the all throne
''''''
Like the space between a dunce
Or the dodos bones though it has disappear
The sense in the word of a great politic
Or the division of pi by a mathematic
You never can trust when something has
It won't reaper when all is said and done
''''
Just like the sun at the end of the day
Will be back on the marrow
To make the hay
Where the needle hided
Though it's there to find
Like a dime in a shrine
'''''
"Now all is visible." Lucy finished.
As she said this, a thump was heard as if someone thrown a book down on the tile floor. Could it be the Oppressor? The ladder move immediately, Lucy and I clung to each other. What if the Oppressor was a demon? Slowly his image shimmered that what supposed to be invisible turn into a man, like magic. The man was old, kinda reminded me of Uncle Marius, and however more rounded while having a beard if not wearing robes. He looked up from his book suddenly surprise as his eyes widen.
"You broke my spell." He said, examining us. "Only a powerful being can break my spell. One who blood bears magic."
"Who are you?" Lucy asked.
"I am Coriakin the magician, your grace." He said with a bow. "But who are you for you had chanted the spell?"
"Wisteria Evanstar, sir." I said.
Coriakin paused examine me then towards the book in my hand then back to me, "To what honor to meet the enchantress, daughter of Fantine the sorceress." Then looked at Lucy, "And her royal majesty, Queen Lucy the Valiant."
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My jolly sailor bold- Pirate of the Caribbean 4
The spell the make's the unseen seen and snow spell – VODT (Sorry if I got the spell wrong it was hard to read from the angle given.)
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