Chapter 2: Green Light

The light was vivid, a very vivid green, an unnatural bright green that defied description and it was lasting quite a while. It felt as if the Escapade would've been right under it the whole time, yet nothing would happen. How could they float into the phenomenon the locals called Northern Lights, manifestations of spirits beings from higher realms, when they were sailing on the seas and not flying like a bird? Surely they could try to blow a canon into it, or...

"When the merry dancers play, they are likely to slay," Gibbs finished his story about the dead warriors around their ceremonial fire up there in the sky and how they come down on women to seduce them in the absence on their husbands. He said if they would be singing about the light, it would descend upon them by itself and kill them all. Even if true, not the way to go. Personally Jack thought it was the most beautiful display of color that a man could ever experience, as good as standing high above by the top of the mast over the azure Caribbean reefs.

That was it! He just had to leave the ship behind, he'll find the Pearl after the the green flash that will take him through a whole to the other side, in Davvy Jones' locker anyway. Once when in Singapore he saw these people with umbrella like large objects fly down from towers during circus-type stunts arranged to entertain guests at court ceremonials. So he ordered one of the spare sails to be brought out, rolled up the way it was and began to feverishly tie ropes to it in a particular fashion, with the others watching wearily. There wasn't much time left. They'd seen it all before, lived through it and remained floating under the occurrence, without a chance getting inside it. The pattern was always the same. First a vague light appeared in view, far north in the night sky, green and red flames of light stretched across the horizon. During the next while, there was a bright curtain of green and it was flaring and whirling around him as he was climbing up abeam with the spare sail in his hand. The lights were dancing wildly, a few moments and they could fade away, the dark night closing around them. If his haunch was right, that'd be the moment they could cross over, or lose their chance again.

He glanced back down once more before jumping into the cold northern wind. The crew was still at a loss about what he was up to and as he expected, his daring Lizzie was the only one who was climbing after him.

The bold emotion that engulfed her grew with every ladder step she took. Unspoken questions were in her eyes as well, but they were overshadowed by the adventurer's sparkles, only matched in his own eyes and the brightening green band of lights around them, rippling faster and faster.

He waited for her, even though the curtains of light were passing directly overhead. Jack watched it, getting lost a little in swirl of the enormous wheels above him, only to be shaken back to reality and the job at hand by two smooth palms cornering his waist. He looked at Elizabeth for confirmation, was she really ready to jump off into the unknown with him, not withstanding the fact they hardly shared a word with each other the whole journey to Iceland, let alone a cabin.

She nodded at him nevertheless, there was determination, a little deviltry and apprehension in her features, but right there and then, no regret. It was what she chose him for, nobody else could provide her with such a venturesome, exciting life he could.

Jack secured a rope around both their hips to keep them together, not breaking eye contact with her. She had no idea when he stepped off the mast to be carried away, up to the sky, full of color and motion.

Similarly, neither of them was aware that down on the deck, Tia Dalma cried out and hit the deck, falling to her side half on a crate, the same time as there was a green flash up the sky and the pirate couple disappeared with their parachute, just like the aurora.

The witches' eyes clouded, her mouth foamed, her body shivered, nobody was brave enough to touch her. In fact, they stood back, apart from Ragetti, who was curious enough to squat by her and eye her from close.

She closed her eyes and lay motionless for a while, hardly breathing, making the others surround her in curiosity as well. Then she suddenly screamed out, "David!"

Cotton's parrot flew off somewhere on the horizon screeching in terror for the time being, crewmembers hid whereever they could, most of them starting to pile up behind Gibbs for protection as in Jack's absence he was first in command. The consequence of which was that Gibbs got pushed forward and tripped over Barbossa's monkey, still among the crew.

Tia Dalma however, didn't mind any of them. She started pacing up and down midship, as if talking to herself, "it was what I was afraid of. A man, who felt the same as Davy Jones, betrayed by his love, he could challenge Davy Jones! In the locker they were both dead, equal disadvantages, equal advantages," she waggled her fingers calculating, "there, even a man with no heart can be sent on to the next pit of hell by someone who's just like him."

"She had a vision about Will Turner," Ragetti supplied, cleverly figuring out the connection. He was good at riddles, especially if it was about the dichotomy of good and evil."Davy Jones is gone, Will Turner's the new Davy Jones."

"That he is, it's done," Tia Dalma agreed, "but not the way Will Turner was supposed to be. Evil will surface upon ya, doubled by heart ache, doubled in sorrow, it will raise to consume the lands, it will find ya and ye'll not be around anymore to tell the tale!"

"Uhm, excuse me for asking," Marty dared, "but what are you doing up on the railing?" He was looking for some clues to save themselves from this new evil and if Tia Dalma had them they'll follow.

"Davy Jones be in the city of Dis, down below the locker in the seventh circle of hell. If I go after him there, he'll maybe...forgive. Come what may," she jumped into the icy cold water and disappeared, much to the dismay and discombobulation of all who saw it.

Tbc