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Chapter 11

The ship sailed for many weeks. There was a thick heavy tension that lay over the boat, one that even Naida could sense. She was unsure what was going on, it felt strange and alien. There seemed to be some enmity between both Beth and Will, and there seemed to be very little that she could do to heal the rift. It felt as if she was being torn in two, and she knew eventually that she would have to make a decision.

A while ago they had left any seas that Naida would have claimed to know. The world they were sailing through now a wasteland, where towering ice sculptures loomed above the ocean. Snow fell down from the sky, and coated everything with a powdery white glaze. For a while Naida had been enamoured by the snow, its pristine beauty. But it was also cold, and the weather seeped into her very bones, leaving her almost chilled to her core.

Will had loaned her his coat, and it swamped her, although she was glad of at least a little protection from the cold. Her sister, Beth, sat apart from everyone else wrapped up in a blanket. Her flaxen hair was completely covered in the white powder. Naida walked across to where Will and Tai Huang were watching the charts. Both seemed almost reverent of them, not touching them. As they talked Naida span the wheels, trying to find a direction.

"Nothing here is set," Will puzzled as he watched Naida's fingers move the charts, "These can't be as accurate as modern charts."

"No, but it leads to more places," Tai Huang explained.

"Over the edge. Over again," Naida began to read as she formed words from the charts.

"Sunrise sets. Flash of green," Will finished as yet more words formed.

Naida turned to Will. She did not know what those words meant, they were full of mysticism. She did know someone who would know, although she was not entirely sure it would be the person who Will wanted to hear knew. Taking the charts Will sighed and made his way to the rudder, where Barbossa was standing, patiently waiting at the helm.

"Do you care to interpret, Captain Barbossa?" Will enquired.

"Ever gazed upon the green flash, Master Gibbs?" Barbossa asked in answer.

"I reckon I've seen my fair share," Gibbs answered, "Happens on rare occasion. The last glimpse of sunset, a green flash shoots up into the sky. Some go their whole lives without ever seeing it. Some claim to seen it who ain't. And some say…"

"It signals when a soul comes back to this world from the dead," Pintel interrupted, before quailing under Gibbs' glare, "Sorry."

"Trust me young Master Turner," Barbossa reassured, "it's not getting to the land of the dead that's the problem. It's getting back."

Will accepted the charts that were handed to him by Barbossa. Naida had lost interest and walked to the side of the ship, leaning over. She gasped in awe as the ship sailed into an icy cavern, which formed an arch far above her head. It was truly beautiful, even if it was deadly cold. Naida turned, frowning as she caught snatches of a song almost. It sounded mournful and sad, almost a Selkie song, but not one Naida had ever heard.

She craned, almost as if she were trying to listen to what it was. She didn't realise how dangerously close she was to falling in until Tia Dalma gently laid a restraining hand on her arm and brought her back from the edge. Naida frowned at the woman, but nodded her head in thanks. The song was continuing unabated, and became even more lonesome and heartrending the further they went into the caverns.

"You can hear it," Tia Dalma broke over the song.

"What is it?" Naida asked the woman.

"A long time ago, Selkies lived here, but they were betrayed by their own kind, and killed. Now their souls sing, luring those who betrayed them to their doom."

"You don't mean…"

"Your grandfather was the one who killed their chief. They were pacified when him daughter die, but now they see you alive, and they want you dead."

"I did nothing to them, I regret what happened, but I knew nothing of it."

"You think that make you blameless?"

"Can anyone in this world be called blameless?"

"But should the sins of the father pass to the child?"

"I think everyone should have their chance."

"Beware child, these souls are evil."

"I have been forewarned."

As Tia Dalma predicted the songs became uglier and more haunting the further into the frozen wastes the ship progressed. Soon Naida was hardly sleeping; she could hear them, even in her dreams. It troubled her more than she would have admitted. And yet still she would not end it, she would not throw herself over the ship to be torn apart by the wraiths. They were not evil; they had long passed beyond any recollection of evil. They only wanted revenge.

Naida was pleased when they passed beyond the wastes. She wondered if they were beyond charting now. The stars in the night sky, and indeed the sky itself were reflected back, forming a perfect mirror image, broken only as the ship moved through the waters. Naida watched, trying to find the horizon, and yet she could not. She turned as she heard footsteps and smiled as she saw Will.

"You seem troubled," he commented.

"It was nothing, just the souls of the dead trying to poison the lives of the living," Naida answered.

Naida leant towards Will somewhat, looking for comfort. The last few days had unnerved her more than she would admit to anyone. And she could not tell Will, there was no privacy on the boat, and she did not want her fears being overheard. Will responded, gently wrapping an arm around Naida's waist and drawing her to him, however brief the contact it reassured Naida. She smiled up at him, briefly leaning her head on his shoulder, before leaving as she heard someone call her.

"Barbossa ahead!" Naida was disturbed from eating by Will's call.

"Aye, we're good and lost now," Barbossa replied.

"Lost?" Beth demanded, almost disbelievingly.

"For certain you have to be lost to find a place as can't be found," Barbossa answered calmly, "Elseways; everyone would know where it was."

"We're gaining speed," Gibbs observed.

"Aye," Barbossa agreed.

"To stations," Will commanded, "All hands to stations!"

Everyone, Naida and Beth included scrambled to follow Will's orders. This was something that was way beyond any of their depths, or liking. Some threw down their food and chopsticks; some were awoken from their slumber. But all were rushing around, completing their jobs as best they could. They were linked by a common desire, the one to live, and see another sunrise, take another breath, feel at least one more sea breeze cross their skin.

"Rudder full. Hard aport. Gather way!" Will's instructions were coming thick and fast.

"Nay, belay that!" Barbossa shouted above the din, "Let her run straight and true!"

All the crew stopped as commanded. They raced to the front of the junk, and all looked on in complete awe at what was laid out before them. Naida could see the end of the seas, and that it poured off, into darkness unknown. It was that which scared her, the unknown. Death she could face, although she did not want to, but the unknown made her tremble. She wanted stability in her life, one thing she could never have being who she was, but it was what she wanted.

"You've doomed us all," Beth commented, stalking over to Barbossa.

"Don't be so unkind," Barbossa swung over, "You may not survive to pass this way again, and these be the last friendly words you'll hear."

"Tie her off," Will commanded one of the crewmen.

Naida could only watch as the edge of the world loomed closer. She turned, to see Tia Dalma murmuring something, rocking backwards and forwards, almost at odds with the scene of frantic haste that was taking place onboard. Naida watched as she cast the stones, before sighing and shaking her head. Standing here would achieve nothing; they could stop themselves from going over, if they only tried.

"Hard aport!" she commanded, hauling on ropes.

Will rushed to the rudder, trying to steer the ship. Naida managed to wonder at his strength as he strained against the immense currents towing the boat. Naida turned to Barbossa, to see him, simply standing there and smiling. Naida wondered at that, but then the ship had begun to turn, and perhaps they would escape this.

"Hold on!" Will yelled above the din.

It seemed futile, and Naida grasped the rope she had been hauling on only a few moments before tightly. She watched as one end of the ship careened over the edge, the sails briefly catching in the wind. Then the ship began to tilt, and crew members were sent flying as they had not thought to hold on. Naida heard Beth scream slightly as the boat fell into darkness and all the breath was stolen from her.

Author's note: Sorry if this is a bit short, but I felt bad about not updating for so long. So here we are, the next chapter. I hope everyone enjoyed!!!