Take to Land

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Chapter Twelve : As pale as a sheet

Her honey brown eyes glanced down at the blade which currently rested on her shoulder blade. She knew by showing that the blade worried her would show how afraid she really was for her life, so she looked back up at Beckett her breathing now calm and regulated.

"So you have finally calmed down" he asked rhetorically with a smirk on his cold lips.

She didn't answer, instead she just stole a quick glance to her cousin who she knew would probably been in tears. As she turned to Charlie, only moving her face so that the blade would not dig into her skin. She could see the tear tracks which stained her cheeks due to the large amount of tears that had fallen.

"Beckett let everyone go" she told him firmly.

"I don't think so, if i was to do that what hostages would I have for you to stay"

"I won't leave" she lied convincingly.

He smiled at this, he could see right through her lie.

"Pirates don't tell the truth"

"Well I'm not a pirate am I"

"Oh but you are, aren't you?"

Her heart beat quickened as she thought of the brand located on the mid of her torso. The brand she had taken willingly, a brand she had taken to save Jack. One she would given the chance refuse to have rid of, even if it was humanly possible. She was proud of that brand, even thought it horrified Jack she felt as though she had finally proven her self and earned the right to have the same brand as the most legendary pirates.

"Do you or do you not wear the pirate brand"

Her jaw clenched as she battle with her self resisting the urge to pull out a gun and shoot him on the spot or to even declare that she was officially a pirate. No it would be best for everyone if she kept her mouth quiet.

"Tell me" he demanded once again losing his temper. Noticeably he pushed the blade closer to her skin, the sharpness instantly drawing blood. She flinched ever so slightly but remained composure. He with drew his blade making her believe that she had won. How mistaken she was.

Tia closed her eyes she knew what was going to happen next, a faint smile appeared on her black lips one which no one seemed to notice. As far as they were concerned she was a crazy woman who enjoyed collecting strange objects and placing them in jars. She was no threat to them in their eyes, probably because they did not know the great amount of power that she possessed. She probably had more power that Davy Jones, after all the power was given to him by Calypso as punishment for carving out his heart when she loved him so dear. Tia was born with the power of sight, the power of magic and over the years she had learned to use her talents to her full advantages to help others. Instead of Davy who used his powers to torture the pirates that sailed on what he deemed were his waters.

Suddenly Beckett brought the blade down with such speed Elizabeth didn't have time to register this before the blade collided with her head. The impact of the blade so powerful that her body crumpled to the ground almost instantly, a large gash appearing with blood flowing freely.

As she fell to the ground her body fell straight landing her on her back. This impact was dangerous for almost everyone but the fact that she was pregnant made her even more vulnerable and a fall like that could be deadly. If her unborn child didn't become a miscarriage than the baby was likely to face birth defects when born.

Her eyes fell shut instantly as her world started to spin the last thing she registered other than the severing pain was all of the doors and windows in the mansion flying open.

Beckett pulled back his sword examining the red blood which now stained her beautiful hand crafted gold encrusted sword.

Tia opened her eyes glancing towards the quickly before turning her view back to Beckett and giving him a black tooth smile.

Beckett glanced towards Tia just in time to see her give that knowing smile. It was not only creepy but puzzling, he knew she knew what he didn't know and he wanted to know what she knew but he knew she wouldn't tell him what she knew. So he was stumped.

A loud crash and bang caused him to drop his sword, the lightening, thunder and rain outside echoed in the room clearly. A large gust of wind entered from all the windows and the large white oak door was now opened widely along with the French doors leading to the garden.

Everyone ducked to the ground as if there was an open fire going on in the room, instead of just rain and strong windows.

The candles in the room were suddenly blown out from the chandelier the table candles were blown out and fell to the ground the room suddenly became as dark as a winter midnight. Panic filled the room and the Lord and Ladies currently crouching on the began to let out screams and and posing many threats to Lord Beckett as if he controlled the wind. Beckett ignored this instead his eyes filled with fear darted around the room darting from the windows to the doors and finally to the ceiling. He drew his gun clutching it protectively as his face became a deathly white, so white that compared to a blank sheet of paper there was no difference. It was hard to believe that only a few moment ago his face was red with anger. Finally he spoke quietly to himself. The two words that passed his lips filled with worry and anticipation.

"She's here"