Okay, this took me a while to post and I'm sorry to everyone who was waiting, if anyone was. I'm writing a real story so this one has and most likely will be throw to the side again. I just thought you guys would enjoy one more chapter. :)

Raven's POV

My head pounded as the splashing rhythm caused me to bury my head into...sand? Where did the sand come from? Well at least I can identify the sound now. The waves of the ocean where beating into the wet peaty sand that was caked onto my feet. I lifted my heavy, pounding head and opened my eye's, taking in the lush palm trees. I slowly got to my feet, keeping my eye's now only on my hands and feet attempting to to fall or wobble and shake. Only when I was completely sure did I look carefully at what surrounded me. Oddly colored rocks and boulders stood every few feet of each other with what looked like garlands of roses and ivy growing around each of them. The tall lush waving palm trees where in bloom, setting of the setting sun...or is it rising? This place is beyond confusing. I took a small baby step forward, more to test my balance then to generally go anywhere, but brown raggedy fabric blowing in the warm salty, fruity air caught my eye. The fabric was pitched and hung as if someone had attempted to fashion it into some kind of hut or ten.
I took several more test steps, before I broke into a near run to what looked like the door of the makeshift cloth camp. I moved the ripped ragged brown cloth out of my way and and peered in. Odd relics hung from posts that helped hold the place up. Bone carvings where carelessly tossed here and there. There where several tables that where in the remainder of the room. One was bright orange, covered in a holey moth eaten white-ish linen, and had bracelets, of odd shapes, colors and sizes. Each bracelet had its own stone, each unique. Another table was a dark blood red, nothing was covering it like the bright orange one, the table had earrings all along its length, everyone different, nothing, not one, was the same. The very last table was a dark green, with what looked like an old, but clean, black beaded shawl draped over it. On the table were bowls with powders gridded up and waiting in them, with several beautiful necklaces with gemmed charms on them, bone cut dice and shapes, and crab necklace that shaped out a heart.
I sat on a big root close to the table and continued to study it, I noticed the bones each had a different design on it. I wonder why. What is the importance of the differences? What does any of it mean? Why do I care? The necklaces gleamed in the single ray of golden sunshine, the gemmed charms sparkled, one charm was a deep dark blue...just like Johnny's eye's. The very same shade.

"Ahh," I spun around and gasped looking at the woman in front of me. Her skin was dark, as well as her hair and eye's. Her dress reminded me of gypsy's from Mr. Gibbs tale's from my childhood. "I wondered when you would bring yourself here, my dear."

"Who...who are you?" I sputtered in shock and fear. "What do you want?"

"My name? Hmm, your father would have given you the name, Calypso." A smile spread across her dark black chapped lips. "You can call me Aunt, if you wish. Or Madam, that would work as well, Darling."

"I-I-"

"Oh. I forgot your last question, didn't I?" She laughed, her eye's sparkling. "Well then. I want to teach you some tricks of my trade. How to read bones," She gestured to the ones spread across the table. "Make powders and potions," She indicated to the bowls. "And use these amulets to help you in your life."

"You-you-you...you must be insane." I mumbled getting up from my seat.

"Far from it." Calypso replied, her eye's sparkled. "And I can prove it."

"How?" I scoffed, walking to the other side of the table.

"You, Raven Theodora Sparrow, will become a mother many children. Cheri, Lizette, Vera, Niles, Mason, Mazie, and the one growing in your stomach right as we speak. You must really love your husband." She said with a sly smile at me. "Your own mother only had four, you and your brother, John Valere Sparrow, and with her husband, a son, Derrell Lionel Bonnet, and a daughter, Monique Aamor Bonnet."

"What are you talking about?" I asked horrified, my hands clutching over my stomach protectively.

"Well, the six children are still hanging in there. They may, or may not exist. It all depends on your choices, and those of people around you." Calypso yammered on.

"And the other?"

"That one, is going to happen." She said softly leaning over the table. "The name is completely out of focus. I can't even see a hint of it. But one thing is clear, that baby is growing fast."

"Fast?" I asked panic ragging in my veins.

"Yes, about a month after your father, Jack-"

"Captain." I said instinctively. Calypso laughed.

"Ah, such a great daughter Jack raised. Perhaps the others would have turned out like you if he had been around."

"Others?" I asked my eye's wide.

"Now, as I was saying," She went on as if I hadn't said anything. " A month after you and your family reach that very interesting island that your father is after."

"But, that's in a week!"

"Like I said child, fast." Calypso murmured looking me directly in the eye. She reached to the side and picked up a heavy looking chain with many odd jeweled charms and layers. "This will help you master your powers until you come here again. When you place it around your neck it will help you endure, hold any one of the charms to your temple and lists of ingredients for potions and powders will be listed in your mind, and many more effects that you will have to find out on your own."

She pressed the necklace into my hands and forced them closed.

"Okay..."

"Now, your husband, Victor Phillip Turner, has no idea you are expecting." Calypso's eye's widened warningly. "Its better he doesn't know. But confirm your brother and father's fear...tell them the next time you see them that its true. Now Raven, you have to wake up."

"Raven!" A warm gentle voice whispered in my ear. "Raven, love, you must wake up!"

I opened my eye's and blinked. Why was it so bright? Movement beside me jolted me up right and caused some movement in my lower abdomen that was somewhere between a nudge and a kick. I felt surprise spread plainly across my face as I realized that the woman in my dream, Calypso, had been speaking the truth. I glanced to my side to see Victor holding my torso up.

"Raven, your father wants to see you." Victor's rich chocolate brown eye's where bright and warm, his dark brown hair was brushed neatly and he was dressed in what appeared to be clothes of noble in the English court.

I nodded at Victor and pulled my self out of his arms and out of bed, moving my heavy closed hands behind me. "Tell him that I will be out in a moment."

Victor smiled at me and left, shutting the door softly behind himself. I waited a few seconds and then rushed to the closet as if to pull out a dress. I opened my clenched hands and marveled at the heavy chained and gemmed charms of the necklace that Calypso had forced into my hands in the dream.