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The nine objects were easy enough to find. Payne had the crew examine the ship looking for any sort of everyday objects to use in binding Calypso. He ended up with a piece of wood from the rail, a foot of rope, a piece of cloth from a shirt, a cup from a game of Liar's Dice, a boot, an eye patch, an old and torn map, a belt and a hat. He knew exactly what he needed to say and the proper way to say it. All that was needed now was the goddess herself to come forward and Payne knew exactly how to get her.
Isabella was reading a large tome when should could've sworn someone was calling out.
"Calypso, Calypso I need your guidance…"
It sounded like the Captain of the Dutchman. Her mother was still unavailable however, Isabella knew that. Ever since the other day when she was clutching at her chest, her mother hadn't even told her what was wrong. Just that, whatever happened, Isabella should come to her right away if something odd occurred. Isabella closed her book and went to her mother's door and listened inside. Her mother was quietly muttering and upon opening the door, Calypso kneeled upon a large, red pillow on the floor.
"Mum?' Isabella said interrupting her.
Calypso looked up and didn't say anything so Isabella continued.
"I hear a voice calling out. Someone is in need of your assistance."
"Much as it pains me to say this," Calypso said looking at something in front of her. Isabella looked and discovered crab claws forming something in the shape of a ship. "I fear some danger is on de horizon. I shan't go."
"But Mum, they're calling…"
"It tis a ruse. A trick. A plot of some kind and no good will come of it. Do not listen to it Daughter."
Isabella stared down at her mother, not comprehending the words coming from her mouth. "But someone needs you. And if you don't go…"
"Isabella no!" Calypso said, jumping to her feet.
"I will," she said. Perhaps the man knew where she might find the former Captain. Isabella shut her eyes and transported herself to wherever the call was coming from.
Payne had the crew stand in a circle to surround Calypso when she appeared.
"Be ready men," he said as the wind suddenly picked up.
The man had their swords and pistols at the ready when Isabella appeared on the ship. She screamed in fright as they all moved in to grab her. Payne reached in however and pulled her out of the fray.
"You're not Calypso. Where is she?" he asked her while holding onto her shoulders tightly.
"Why are you-what's going on?" Isabella asked. She looked around the crew but all of them were looking at her maliciously as though they wanted something just out of reach.
Payne grabbed a knife from his belt and held it to Isabella's neck. "Answer my question; where is Calypso?"
"Not, not here. She refused to come and I came in her place because I thought someone was in danger. Let me go."
Instead of doing what she asked, Payne pulled the girl closer to him and placed the tip of the knife to her neck causing a small line of blood to trail down it. "Call to your mother," he mumbled over her head.
"I refuse," she said quietly.
That wasn't good enough. Payne intensified his grip on her and Isabella couldn't hold back before she screamed to the sky as loud as she could. A few seconds later he let go of her and she fell to the deck where some of the crew grabbed her to make sure she didn't escape. It was eerily calm for a few seconds. Suddenly the wind picked up and a storm loomed on the horizon.
"Mother, no," Isabella whispered. She couldn't bear to look up any longer.
Payne on the other hand nodded to his men so they would be ready for the goddess's imminent arrival. Calypso appeared and when the men began to fire upon her with their pistols, she only had to hold up her hand and the shots were diverted.
"Now men!" Payne shouted over the fray. The men chosen to hold the new nine pieces held them out and Payne walked up to Calypso muttering things under his breath. The storm continued to get worse. The winds were whipping all around them. Waves were smashing against the ship sending droplets of rain. Of course those were hidden beneath the torrential downpours coming from above, echoing Calypso's fury.
Calypso tried to block Payne but he grabbed her by the neck and squeezed it tight enough, lifting her lightly off the deck.
"Calypso," he shouted over the winds in a fit of pure rage, "I bind you and your powers over the sea. I bind you in human form."
The storm suddenly began to cease as he dropped her to the deck. She began to convulse and a strange purple mist exited her body and entered into the nine mismatched objects that glowed for a few seconds before stopping.
Isabella finally freed herself and ran to be at her mother's side, but Calypso was grabbed by Payne yet again who threw her bodily to another.
"Take them to the brig," he muttered.
"Aye Captain," the crew member said. The man made quick work of tying the former goddesses arms behind her back and leading her below. Someone else grabbed Isabella as she cried and took her away as well.
While the storm had disappeared, a strange fog settled in and the waves seemed to still be getting worse. Payne stared out at the vast, empty horizon when he suddenly felt something odd in the pit of his stomach. He dropped to one knee and right away a crewman came to his side.
"Captain, are you all right?"
Payne looked to the man and was shocked to discover razor sharp teeth and the man's skin had become a gray color.
"Captain, something doesn' feel righ'," the man asked again, this time more confused than worried.
Payne looked down at his own hands and was momentarily shocked to discover that his arms were an odd mixture of green and gray. Feeling the inside of his mouth with his tongue, he discovered small, razor teeth as well. His finger nails had also grown and had become spiked.
"Just like Jones said," he muttered to himself.
Getting to his feet, Payne felt that an examination in the mirror was in order. Walking to his cabin, he admired his crew. Each of which were now once again becoming the creatures of the deep, like the former crew of Davy Jones. The ship was also beginning to undergo a transformation. With each crashing wave, the ship deteriorated more. The gold and bronze which surrounded the cannon ports began to rust before disappearing completely leaving behind the faces of men seemingly screaming in fits of anger. The waves crashing also brought with it all matters of sea life which immediately attached themselves to the ship. Finally the wood, which was always somewhat gray in color, seemed to take on a more ghostly look. The Dutchman was returning to its former glory and its former duty. To bring fear into the lives of those who wished to take her on.
Isabella was becoming increasingly worried about her mother as each second ticked by. Calypso barely had the strength to look her daughter in the eye, much less speak. And Isabella wished her mother would say anything right now.
"Mum, I'm so sorry-"
"I's alrigh chil. You though that someting was wrong and wanted to be sure that it was not. I canna fault you on that," the former goddess whispered weakly.
"But Mum, he bound you; again. And it was all because I didn't listen to you. I failed you," Isabella said in tears. She began to wipe them away with the back of her hand when she felt her mother lay a shaky hand her on the shoulder. Calypso handed her a handkerchief which Isabella used to dab her eyes with.
Isabella moved to sit by her mother's side. Calypso placed her daughter's head on her shoulder and sang a quiet lullaby to her.
"You used to sing this when I was a little girl," Isabella whispered.
"That's right," Calypso said, giving the girl a kiss atop her head. Sighing, the former goddess lifted her child's chin and had the girl look her right in the eyes.
"Darling, I have something to tell you."
"What is it Mum?" Isabella asked in a worried tone.
"When I told you o' your sister, I didn't mention everyting. Her darkness may have clouded her sight from you, her twin, but de two of you did share de same blood. And wit dat blood, you also share a bond wit de former Captain o' de Dutchman, Will Turner. For you see, using an ancient blood ritual, she was able to bind herself bot physically and spiritually wit him. It increased her power exponentially and dey were able to fight yer father before it was too late. Now dat bond might still be dere, but it is weakened. Isabella my dear, I fear dat you mus once again perform dat same ritual and bind yourself wit Turner. It is de only chance we have dat the seas will be safe until I can be unbound."
But would that be enough? Isabella thought to herself. A part of her was excited; she was finally going to meet him. Perhaps she might have a chance with him after all. On the other hand though, this was a very important task that should not be taken lightly.
"Oh, I won't stop at the seas," a new voice announced.
Calypso and her daughter looked over to see the Captain walking closer to their cell. Isabella involuntarily gasped at his form. His face had flattened and his eyes were now completely black. A fin protruded from his back through his shirt and his skin was now an even darker mixture of deep gray and green. The man might have frightened Isabella before, but now he was downright terrifying.
"De curse is reviving itself," Calypso said looking the man up and down.
"Yes it is, isn't it? I rather like this new form. More powerful than before. But not powerful enough. No, not nearly enough for an immortal being such as myself. I fear that the seas are just not going to be enough for me," Payne said condescendingly.
"What more do ya need den?" Calypso asked.
Payne removed the pouch which was still within his pocket. "Being such a powerful, or should I say once powerful, being you must recognize what this is. No? This pouch enables me to steal the power and the knowledge of anyone who wishes to do me any harm. It was a gift from my beloved before my departing. And with this pouch, along with my abilities as Captain, I will defeat whatever plan you have in mind. With this along with Turner's and your daughter's combined abilities, I will become a god even more powerful than you ever were, Calypso."
Calypso and her daughter shared a dark look as the Captain laughed at them before walking off, leaving the two in the dark underbelly of the ship to plot what needed to be done in order to stop him.
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