Disclaimer: STILL don't own POTC, and desperately want to, but probably never will.
Deadeye Alderman stood at the helm of his ship, the Devil's Tongue, and looked out to sea. Or rather, looked out over the ice. The wind that propelled his vessel was not natural; it was a wind conjured by Ochiri's spirits, so he could do her bidding quicker. When any other ship would have been trapped in the ice, the Devil's Tongue sailed forwards faster than was natural. Ochiri split the ice before his ship, and Alderman headed unhindered towards Port Royal.
They arrived in the bay, the sails deflating as the full force of the spirit wind left them. Without the howling of the wind that send the millions of snowflakes whirling in frenzied gusts, the cracking of the ice was more than audible. It was the sound of rending and tearing, of splitting and breaking. Any ordinary man would have cringed at the unworldly noise, but not Alderman. Alderman revelled in it.
Ochiri's sense of revenge had become warped beyond normal parameters. Now, instead of unleashing her wrath on the world's pirate's, she decided to do unto them as they had done unto her, all those years ago. For every pirate in the world that loved another, she would split them apart, stealing away one of the couple. Usually the woman. She wanted the pirate men to feel the same agony she had felt when her lover had been killed. She would lure the men to her lair, and then kill their love before their eyes, before killing them in turn. It was in this slow and methodical fashion that she was going to destroy the pirate of the world. But for now, she concentrated her efforts on the pirates of the Caribbean.
There was only one pirate in Port Royal; Ochiri had sensed him. The son of a true pirate, the local blacksmith - the lover of the Governor's daughter. And Alderman's duty, to safeguard himself from Ochiri's wrath, was to collect the pirate's lover: Elizabeth Swann.
He pulled himself out of the world of thoughts. He needed to focus on the task at hand. Ochiri had given him a vision; he knew exactly where the smithy was. He knew Elizabeth would be there...just as Ochiri had promised. And he was to fetch her.
He opened the door silently enough, and stood in the dark. He heard low whispers and the unmistakeable sound of sobs. He heard enough to understand one thing: the girl had known he was coming. Strange - there weren't many true clairvoyants in the world left. It was unfortunate that this girl was one of them. But luckily enough for him, Elizabeth's lover didn't seem to believe her dream could be reality.
"How do you even know that they're real?" a hoarse voice said, "And if they are, how do you know they'll come tonight?"
The girl sobbed back her response, barely comprehensible through her tears, "Because they're already here."
Alderman chuckled. She was right. And the boy was foolish. He uncrossed his arms and began his slow, delibrate advance towards the bed.
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