A crab slowly made its way ashore, where it found a hand that lifted it up from the sand. The hand apparently belonged to Calypso, who patted the crab she then held, and brought her gaze back to sea, where a great, black ship sailed with the wind blowing on its black sails, and the captain was at its helm, determined to stir his vessel to its destination, though he had no idea where it could be.
"Him hard to read," said Calypso almost to herself, referring to the captain. "But is best to someone like Hecta'h Barbossa." She looked down on the crab on her hand which he addressed as 'my pet', and smiled sweetly at it. "Let us leave 'im be, yes? We go ta my daughter, give her a visit. An' den, to Cutler Beckett."
After having a one-sided conversation with the crab, she reached for her locket, and opened it to let that haunting melody flow out. The melody continued on to play, as it, in an unexplainable way, reached the brigs of the great Endeavor, where its lonely prisoner lay seated on the bench inside her cell.
The melody had reached her ears and jerked her head outside, opposite those cell bars. Standing up, she walked towards the bars and held on to them with both hands, trying to survey the brig she was in, wondering where the melody was coming from. The strange thing was, as she thought, that there was no one else there with her, and that no one aboard could possibly make such a music. Its as if the music was telling her of some story of love, hate, pain, betrayal, and unending sadness. Yet somehow, deep within her, the melody seemed so familiar.
Suddenly, her thoughts wandered unconsciously to Cutler Beckett. Though as to the reason why, she did not know. Perhaps it was because the melody reminded her of the man when the melody reminded her of hate and betrayal.
"Beckett." She mentioned his name with disgust and with least respect at all. "I hate that man."
"Canna' blame you fo'h hating him."
A womanly voice came from behind her, and as she turned around, out of surprise since as far as she knew, she was the only prisoner down at the brig. When finally she realized she wasn't alone anymore, she found a dark-skinned woman with dark dreadlocks and flashing her a toothed grin stood before her. Unknown to her that the woman was the goddess Calypso herself.
"Them pirates hate Beckett," said Calypso. "An' you be a pirate. A pirate's daughter."
"W-Who are you?" the red hair asked tentatively.
Calypso approached her clueless daughter and carefully placed a hand to the red hair's cheek. "Is me, my sweet," she said. "You'h mother has come ta you."
"M-My mother?" Isabel was more perplexed than she was moments ago.
"I am, Calypso."
"Calypso?" The red hair couldn't believe what she heard. "But, if you're Calypso, why did you say you're my mother?"
"Because is what I am," the sea goddess answered, once again flashing that signature smile of hers.
Isabel chuckled nervously. "But how could that be? My mother is Veronica Frost. And she's been long dead from now."
"Give me you'h hand," said the goddess, holding Isabel's hand in hers.
Calypso drew a line on Isabel's palm and the red hair felt a burning sensation that caused her pain, until she saw blood trickled from out her palm. The goddess dropped a few blood drops from Isabel's palm to her own hand, and both watched as the blood turned into a dark shade color of blue, evidence that Isabel have the blood of a sea nymph in her veins.
"What does that mean?" the pirate-lass asked, wondering why had her blood turned into a dark blue color. "My blood never did that before."
"You'h blood touched my hand. Evidence that I be you'h mother," answered Calypso. "You 'ave the blood o' a sea nymph, my sweet,"
The lass backed off a few steps from the goddess. "What? But that's impossible. If I'm some..some kind of-of-of a sea nymph then..then I should..I should have..."
"Powers? Of any kind, o' any sort?" the goddess cut in.
"Do I...have any?"
Seeing the look on Isabel's face, Calypso suddenly grew serious. Nodding to her daughter, she said, "You 'ave de power, ta find anyone dear to you'h heart, with you'h eyes close. No matta'h how far they be."
"I can?" the lass asked, suddenly having hopes that she could finally be freed from her prison. "Can I come to them if I please?"
To Isabel's disappointment, the goddess shook her head. "No."
The red hair looked away, her eyes flashed a slight anger, with a voice at the back of her head still saying that she wouldn't believe what the goddess in front of her was saying, as she said, "Then what's the use of being able to see someone dear to you who's far if you can't go to them?"
Calypso held out a finger in an attempt to hush the lass. "It helps ya miss dem less," she said, as she reached a hand to her daughter's own one and held it. "Try. Tink o' you'h father, an' you shall see 'im."
Slowly closing her eyes, Isabel focused on an image of her father inside her head. Suddenly, bit by bit, she could see the Caribbean sea, and the Pearl, to its quarterdeck. There she saw the helmsman, Cotton, and her father, looking out to sea. She whispered to him, calling him her father, and he looked towards her, as though he could see her, and called her by name.
"Isabel?"
Out of a sudden, she was being pulled away, she could see the sea again, then the Endeavor, and then finally, the brig, and she opened her eyes, breathing heavily.
"Him could feel you, an' you could see him, but none o' ya two could touch de other," said Calypso, almost sadly.
"So..so you...you are my...my..." Isabel was saying but couldn't finish.
"Ya best ask you'h father if you do not believe me," said the goddess.
Before Isabel could even look back to her then true mother, Calypso was gone. Vanished, as quickly as she appeared.
Closing the cabin doors behind him, all that Beckett wanted was some peace and quiet with himself, but he wasn't expecting to actually have someone in his cabin. There stood a woman of dark dreadlocks, dark-skinned, as she turned to him. Beckett quickly pulled out his small pistol and threateningly at the woman, not realizing that he had a sea goddess in his presence.
"Who are you? How did you get here?" he demanded.
"A messenger, Lor' Beckett," the goddess answered.
"Messenger?" Beckett repeated. "From who?"
"From who that chases afta'h you."
"Ah," Beckett smirked subtly. "From that pirate, then."
"Him will com'," warned Calypso. "An' him will claim who ya call you'h prisoner."
"You can tell this 'him'," said Beckett, "that he will have what he so wanted to claim back that is if I give her back to him."
The goddess shook her head. "Him will kill you if need be."
"And I will kill him, if need be," the EITC governor spat back.
Once again shaking her head, Calypso gave her last message to the man before her. "So be it. But know dis, Cutler Beckett; she whom 'ave you'h heart, will never love you. A pirate you hated mos' in dis world, an' a pirate you fall in love with."
"What?" was the only thing Beckett could say.
Then, the cabin doors opened. It was Mercer. Who was surprised to see his master having a pistol in hand.
"Sir? Anything wrong?" the spy asked.
Beckett looked back to where the goddess once stood, but found no one there. He then looked back to his spy again.
"N-Nothing," he replied, trying to sound normal, holstering his pistol back in place. "I may just have the feeling that the Pearl may show up at our stern at any moment."
"Cap'n?" asked Pintel to his captain, whom he just seen reaching out his hand to the winds as though something invisible was there and would want to touch it.
"What?" said Barbossa, contemplating on his hand that he reached out for.
"Anythin' wrong?"
The captain shook his head. "Nay, I...I thought I felt someone's presence."
Satisfied, somehow, with his captains answer, Pintel left the quarterdeck, but Barbossa was certain that he felt something... or someone.\
Hmm...tricky chapter, this one. Took too long with this too. Please review anyways. :)
- SANKAGE