Chapter 9- Prophecy

Disclaimer- Really, start to think this over, if I friggen' owned Pirates of the Caribbean why the hell would I be writing on fan-fiction. I don't want to be rude, but well… yeah, before you tell me I am a plagiarist consider that you nit wit.

Pairings- Undecided

Warning- Contains spoilers, gore, angst.

Summary- With a soul as un tamed as the ocean. William Turner must put aside the differences between Elizabeth, Jack and Himself to save both the world of the mortals, and the world of the damned, a prophecy has been presented to him, and a destiny has been thrust his way.


Murder crossed his mind thousands of times; murder seemed to be one of the only options he was left with. With the outsiders on the ship, he didn't know if he was safe. Murdering the new comer had of course been his first option; it had been his only alternative.

He sat with his back leaning heavily against a barrel. Watching the two of them quarrel, this was ludicrous, strangers should never be taken onto a ship without acknowledgement if you're seafaring in the heart of the Caribbean.


Elizabeth responded to Jack's actions with her hand reaching her cheek, and in shock a curse escaped her lips. She looked up at Jack Sparrow wide eyed and utterly mortified.

"He's dead," Jack snapped.

Elizabeth recoiled as if she'd been shot. "No…!" she bellowed. "He can't be dead, he's Will Turner, you're lying I know you are!"

Jack looked at her with fearful eyes, "I can only wish that I was lying to ya' love."

Elizabeth looked back at him, and turned away and walked to the railing of the ship. She put her hands on the railing and closed her eyes briefly, trying to avoid tears from crashing down. Her knuckles had turned white with the grip she had on the side of the ship.

Jack looked at her with a sorry expression; Captain Jack Sparrow had gone soft. His eyes watered at seeing Elizabeth in such way. "Elizabeth…?"

She made no hint to answer him; instead she took in a deep breath of the moist ocean air.

"Elizabeth?"

Nothing.

"Lizzie?"

Elizabeth raised a hand, "Don't you ever call me that again," She muttered.

Jack gave a soft chuckle, she was still herself. She still hated when he had called her Lizzie.

"You know, we can always, get him back…" Jack offered half heartedly.

Elizabeth gave him no response, with her back still turned to him, her eyes shut and facing the ocean. She held a serene look to herself, though tears slid down her cheeks. Will was gone, she knew that in some way she could always have hope of bringing him back, but at what costs? Would she be the sacrifice, seeing that Will was the sacrifice to bring back Jack?

"Why are you back, why are you here when Will is not, Jack?" Elizabeth asked coldly.

"Because, Hades seemed more interested in having young William that me." Jack replied shortly.

"What has Will done that you have not?" Elizabeth asked, raising her voice.

"Well— I" He was cut off by an angry Elizabeth.

"Will has done nothing. He has never done anything to anger the heathen gods, he ended the god forsaken curse at Ilsa De Muerta he did not start it." Elizabeth raged.

Jack opened his mouth to speak but couldn't find the words to get his point across. "Elizabeth, I am not very intelligent, I didn't savvy school as it were. But, I do happen to know this; William Turner was not the perfect man,"

Elizabeth opened her mouth to protest, but with a look from Jack, begging her to let him speak, she closed it.

"Will had done some wrongs in his life, for say, treating you the way he did before all of this. With such hate, did he not?" Jack snickered at the thought. "In such, the little things he did must have added up, or maybe, he is the prophet. Now our sweet ole Hades can't have the prophecy living out can he, in which, the prophet must be killed."

Elizabeth gave Jack a blank stare. "The… prophet…?"

Jack savoring the vulnerability of the moment raised his brows. "Aye, Will may very well be the prophet. A mortal come to defeat Hades 'imself. Reign over all o' the damned and reign over even the seas, he may have a destiny to him."

Elizabeth looked at Jack with mixed emotions; rage, curiosity, hate, lust. She turned her head away from him sharply. "What is this, this prophecy?" Elizabeth inquired.

Jack clasped his hands together quietly, "ah!" He exclaimed, "I knew that you would be interested enough to ask about the prophecy that dear Will may be the fulfiller of. You see, thousands of years ago, when the world was still new. Before Hades had come to rule the underworld, God had ruled over all of the beings. But, on the sixth month, sixth day, sixth year of the world's birth, a creature was born. The creature was a demon, soon known to rule the demon and monsters of the underworld, the creature was soon known as Hades, ruler of the underworld.

"Hades had few followers, but of the followers he had obtained, they were strong, heavy set monsters. Fire erupted in the underworld and scorching heat took over. Hades was able to sustain the heat to live and rule over the underworld, one creature, stronger, eviler more powerful than the heathen god Hades, had come to the underworld. To take the monsters place, but a war erupted and the followers of Hades had taken the creature captive. Hades himself was sent to kill the monster, and that he did. But the monster spoke of a prophecy to come into place. The creature swore on its last breath that the brethren of its world would come to over rule him, and set the day was marked as the beginning of said prophecy.

"Thee that shall delve the pits of hell,

Swore by the earliest of brethren,

Will be the cost of Hades' downfall,

For once and for all,

Such shall be gained as revenge.

"The underworld shall fall,

The creatures' loyalty to be swayed,

The fire shall extinguish,

Heat will soon find its room confined,

For Hades is set to be slain.

"Mere mortals will become more,

Immortality, loyalty of the damned,

Captives are held as bait,

Soon this will change their fate,

Blood shall be spilt to win said land."

Elizabeth gave a skeptical stare, "and you think that Will, my Will, is this prophet?"

"It's a possibility, Will has some anger held up in 'im. He's pretty worked about you and I, well smooching, on the Pearl." Jack said with a mockingly suggestive grin.

Elizabeth held back every fire within her being not to slap Jack until he bled. She cleared her throat in anger, "how long would it take for us to get to the underworld?"

"It could take maybe weeks, months…years." Jack said with a drunken smile. "Depending how bad you want him back, and how long it takes for me to get a ship of my own. Seeing that you sent me and the Pearl down to the depths."

Elizabeth swung her head around at him, once again ready to beat him until there wasn't a breath in his body.

"How did you get on this bloody ship in the first place?" Jack asked, fiddling with an object he picked off of the wall.

"I— I really don't know," Elizabeth stammered. "I just remember…" Images flashed before her eyes, and memory of the night that she had been separated from Will came to her head. Her memory was clearing, and the night was becoming clearer.


"Will? Are you alright?" Elizabeth laid a hand on Will's shoulder. His back was turned to her, and he could hear his shallow gasps, and she saw blood seeping down his arm. He let go of the oar in his right hand, and grabbed it with his left hand. He gave a low, deep groan and shut his eyes tight.

He gave no response, thereof Elizabeth asked again if he was alright. He gave her no response, except for the shallow attempts of gasping for air. Suddenly, he turned around to face her. His expression was deadly and full of remorse. His eyes were dark, black and his arm was covered in crimson blood.

"Get away," He bellowed in a deep, serious voice. His eyes were blank and dark, his words sounded grimmer then they had been.

Elizabeth looked at him in shock, "Will, we are in the middle of the Caribbean sea, where the hell can I go?"

"Just…" He blurted out curtly; "get away…"His voice was deep and demonic.

Elizabeth gasped hearing his voice so demonic, she crawled back to the further part of the longboat and prepared to dive into the depths of the Caribbean Sea. Just as she dove into the waters, she felt hands grip her arms, waist, and thighs. Tearing at her clothes and flesh, she screamed in agony as it felt like hundreds of daggers dragging across her fair skin. The water turned a dark shade of crimson and the waves grew angry. The waves rolled in, causing her to be tossed from one end of the boat to the other, she screamed in horror, seeing the skies flash in a brilliant white, and red color the horizon.

For a moment, the water turned icily cold, and her legs and arms numbed and she fell beneath the violent and angry waves. She opened her eyes under the ocean and she could see through the darkened waters. She saw faces, hundreds of faces, of the dead. A voice demonic voice overtook her senses.

"From the world above, a demon has been birthed."

The words were screeched and her body writhed for air. She nearly opened her mouth under the water; the action would have surely killed her. But the voice continued on.

"The brethren had sworn of a child such as this,"

Elizabeth felt the water freezing even more, her legs had grown so numb that she was just sinking under the water to the bottom of the ocean. She had started to wonder how she was still alive.

"This is the time for the brethren to have their spawn, slain."

Elizabeth felt the sea, for a brief moment, lapse into extreme heat. The feeling in her body had come back, and she surfaced and gasped for air, images flashing in her mind of Will and Jack at the bottom of the sea, Beckoning for her to join them, blood covering their entire being, and a creature in the black depths behind them, demonic eyes glaring at her and its demonic voice speaking, growing from a soft chant, to a deep bellow.

She looked around the surface for a sense of safety, and she found the long boat she and Will had escaped into. The skies had returned to normal, as well as the waters, but her mind had still been flashing images. She pulled herself into the longboat and lay on her back, crying for air. Hysterically screaming for Will, her breath drew short and she gave into temptation and passed out in the middle of the sea.

After a few hours of drifting, a ship had spotted the long boat. Sailing up to it, an elder woman gasped. "Master Jacobs! It is a woman, stranded on a boat; Master Jacobs come quick get her out of the sun!"

A man ran to the railing of the ship and gasped seeing Elizabeth lying limp in the longboat, "I need a man to get her out of that boat!" He screamed, his crew busying themselves to get Elizabeth out of the longboat. "Isolde, she is charge so be tending to her and make sure that she is in good shade and in good condition."

The woman, Isolde, gave a curt nod and scampered off to prepare a proper place to care for the girl.

Elizabeth opened her eyes, feeling hands once again grasping her lifting her onto something rather large. "Will…?" She whispered, before passing out.


Jack stared at her, his mouth open and his expression aghast. "Bloody 'ell." He murmured.

Elizabeth gave a curt nod, "That is just what I remember. Jack, we've got to get him back and out of hell."

Jack looked at her with a grim look, "He may be beyond saving," He whispered. "What you just told me is more evidence to the fact that William is indeed, the prophet, sent from the heathen's to slay Hades and to rule over the underworld."

"Then what are we left to do?" Elizabeth asked.

"We are left to wait," Jack replied slowly.

Elizabeth crossed her arms around her chest and leaned back against a wall and sighed deeply. "And hope he wins this battle, right?"

Jack nodded and sighed.


With his heart heavy, and his mind in a different place, he carried on. He walked into his room and sat down heavily on the cot. His mind grew with violent thoughts; he hadn't trusted this new comer. With him speaking of the prophecy and the dark lord, he knew that the strangers must be killed before they kill the rest of the crew.

A plot was forming into his mind, and he was ready to tell the others of his idea to have the demons on the ship slain, but he had come to realize that killing the demons on the ship would be easier then killing the demon that had been sent by the brethren to over rule the dark lord.

"Isolde!" He bellowed, his servant came through his doors with a questioned expression.

"My suspicions have been confirmed, they have been sent by the brethren to slay the dark lord. There is a third one, the prophet; they must be slain before the prophecy is carried out. The world we know would turn into the underworld that those demons live for."

Isolde gave her master a grim nod, "I'll alert the others, Master Jacobs."

Captain Jacobs, or Master Jacobs, nodded and shooed her out of his quarters. He drummed his fingers along his desk. "I serve Hades, and the spawn of the brethren shall not thrive in the underworld, nor should they thrive in the mortal world."


A/N:

What was described in Elizabeth's memories is what actually happened. Throw out the other thing that you read about what she saw when her and Will were separated. I got no reviews for the other chapter, only for the ending that I ended up not liking. So, I'm expecting to get a few reviews out of this chapter. It bothers me that none of you took the time to read the 8th chapter, after I deleted it and then re posted it. Well, keep Reading and Reviewing, oh and for those slow people out there. This story isn't over, but I know how I want it to end.

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