So after the last chapter you finally know what my character actually is (well, some of you may have guessed already, if so, you are very cool). Anyway, I've decided to choose a kelpie, as I wanted a creature for my story that would be somehow connected to the water and the sea, and had the form of a horse. Also, water horses are among my favourite mythological creatures. :) I've also decided that from now on, at the beginning of every story chapter, you will get some interesting information about kelpies, so you can learn something interesting about them along the way. :)

Kelpie Fact No. 1: While the legend of the kelpie originates specifically in Scotland, you can find many different "species" of water horses in many of the celtic parts of the world and Scandinavia, and they are basically very similar in nature. To name a few, while the kelpie is the most famous, the most dangerous of all water horses is said to be the Each-uisge, also from Scotland. In Scandinavia, they have a creature called bäckahästen, which actually means the brook horse in English, and it is from here that I took the surname for my character, Silver Brooks. :)

Written in the Stars

Chapter 7.

The sea around the merchant vessel that was currently harbouring one William Turner was calm, and the sun was high in the sky, making the weather the ship was sailing through rather pleasant, but Will Turner knew very well that there was a storm brewing on the horizon as he saw the Flying Dutchman looming ominously in the distance like some great mythological sea monster, and he didn't yet have any idea that was exactly what the ship was going to unleash upon them. As the captain and his crew stared at the ship with dumbfounded expressions, Will has made his way along the ship's deck to get a closer look, using the borrowed spyglass to try to see what was going on, but the Dutchman was still too far away. However, as he stood there, with his eye pressed against the lenses, he heard a soft splashing sound behind him as something climbed onto the deck, and, turning around, he couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the young, grey haired girl he saw at the Flying Dutchman, and he turned to look at the ship in question, then back at her.

"How did you get off the ship? Did you manage to escape?" Despite the situation, he glanced at her apologetically. "I'm sorry I didn't come to get you. I was…"

"Attacked?" she finished for him, and he looked at her, slightly shocked, but then he looked into her eyes and saw something that wasn't there before, something hard and unforgiving. "Do not worry, I got out of that cell just fine. And I am sorry for having to say it like this, but I am, unfortunately, the creature who spoiled your brilliant plan yesterday. Nothing personal, really, I just really can't allow someone to threaten the captain's safety like that."

As he searched frantically around himself for any weapon he may find, she raised her hands slightly to assure him she didn't mean any harm. "Now mr. Turner, I did not come here to fight or to hurt, in fact I have come to offer you a deal." she said and Will Turner slowly turned, staring at her suspiciously. "What kind of deal?"

"We do not have much time, so I will be quick." she said, gesturing to the ghostly ship that was slowly approaching them. "The Kraken is going to come here soon. Now, as I understand it, you intent to free your father from his deal with Jones by any means necessary. I find that to be an incredibly noble cause, but you are very foolish if you think I would ever let you kill the captain. Davy Jones saved my life, and so it is my task now to protect his." Looking at him seriously, she took a step towards him.

"Now I am very well aware, that, even without the key, it technically shouldn't be difficult to just simply smash the chest or something with the heart still in it, so your quest still stands, but this can as well be done without unnecessary violence. And if you bring that chest to me first so I can see it is safe and undamaged, I am willing to let you use it as your bargaining chip."

"And what would I do something like that, when I can just get rid of the thing right away?" he retorted, his voice taking a sharp edge that she didn't like at all, and she stepped even closer to him, staring slightly up into his face. She was surprisingly small, but he could feel that power that emanated from her in that moment, and her anger with which she spoke.

"Because, and make no mistake, mr. Turner, the moment I tell the captain that I didn't find you here, he will set out after the chest. And since he can't step on the shore, wherever it is, he will send the crew along to retrieve it, and I will go with them, to keep an eye on things. And if something happens to the captain, I will make your life a living hell…" she stopped suddenly, as she remembered something else, something very important, and she smirked. "Though, I imagine you wouldn't want to do that anyway, as whoever kills Davy Jones will know the same hell himself."

"What… what do you mean by that?" he shouted, as she turned around to leave, and she stopped, turning her head to look at him. "Bring me that chest, mr. Turner, and I will help you free your father. And when you see your friend, Jack Sparrow, send him my regards. Tell him I'm looking forward to see him again." And with that, she climbed onto the railing, and as she was about to jump, she cocked her head to the side suddenly, as if she was listening for something, and smile spread across her lips. "It was nice meeting you, mr. Turner." she said. "But now, it is time for a feast." and she disappeared in the waves.

As soon as she was gone, Will Turner quickly climbed to the nearest mast to have a better view of what was happening. His only warning was a dark shadow in the water as the ship suddenly rocked and he was violently flung from the mast, hanging helplessly on a rope for a few seconds, before he managed to pull himself back up, and he watched, horrified, as the creature known as Kraken slowly began to destroy the ship, playing with it as if it was a toy, and devouring those it found on board. But as he watched, he could see that there was also something else swimming among the carnage, and he gasped as the caught sight of a great black fin splashing in the water before it dove beneath the waves, only for the creature to which the fin belonged to emerge from the water again, holding the body of some unfortunate sailor in his jaws. Then, in horror, William Turner watched as the creature began to eat. Unlike the Kraken, though, that just swallowed those poor men whole without having to use its teeth at all, this was a bloody job that the creature, whatever it was, was clearly enjoying, as it wallowed in the bloodied water, rolling around and tearing pieces of flesh as if it was a crocodile, never minding the giant squid whose gigantic arms were flailing all around her. It was strange, for it seemed as if the Kraken itself was mindful not to hurt the creature in the water, as whenever it was to accidentally hit it, or rather, her, with a tentacle, it would immediately stop its movement and carefully flung it in another direction.

Then, suddenly, the girl-beast below him raised her horse-like head and glanced directly up at him. Her green eyes stared into his for a second, and then she neighed loudly, a clear warning as it turned out, as in that moment one of the Kraken's tentacles wrapped around the mast he was standing at and broke it as if it was a match. Will Turner jumped as far as he could and landed in the water next to ship with a loud splash. He heard a loud crunching sound behind him, and turned, only to see the ship being crushed in half by two giant tentacles rapidly descending upon it.

And as the sounds of battle slowly died away, the Flying Dutchman sailed forward proudly, and Will Turner dove beneath a piece of a wooden wreckage, hoping they didn't notice. And as he did, he saw, not far away from him, as the dark figure of the water horse quickly turned and headed back for the ship, and he waited for a few seconds, before he followed her.

"I couldn't find him, captain. Either he managed to escape before he arrived here somehow, or his body is dead and at bottom of the ocean by now, in which case, your problem should be about solved, shouldn't it?" she asked the captain carefully. But Davy Jones had his brow furrowed in a rather scary expression of anger and concern when he turned towards her and the crew. "No, we cannot risk it. If the boy was here for the key, then it surely means Jack Sparrow knows where the chest is-uh. I'm sure he's heading there right now, and so we must do the same. Chart a course to Isla Cruces!" he shouted to his men. "Get me there first or there'll be the devil to pay." He ordered them angrily, and they left in haste, seeking to fulfill their captain's wishes. And as the ship turned it's course, Silver stood upon the railing, enjoying the breeze blowing from the ocean, and thinking just where was this journey going to take her next.