Part 3: Magic Blood
Act 3: That Targeted Crew
The sounds of gears turning echoed throughout the Flying Dutchman, old edition. Cracks of a whip tore through the air, disturbing the peace of the sea. Davy Jones stood in front of the ship's wheel, face stern and angered. Inside, he just wished for the heads of the three children who threatened his line of existence. "Let no joyful voice be heard!" he called out. The center of the wheel began to rise. "Let no man look up at the sky with hope!" The center rose even further. "And let this day be cursed by we who ready to wake…THE KRAKEN!" The center rose up to its max and slammed down, shaking the waters. Down in the depths of the sea, a sickly eye popped open. A humongous body was shaken by a quake in the waters; none other than Davy Jones summoning him. The Kraken pushed his body up with his lengthy tentacles and started to force himself against the waters to the Mystical Raider with the targets of Beckett Bill Turner, James William Turner, and Elizabeth Turner.
Aboard the Mystical Raider, things were a tad bit more peaceful than that of the Flying Dutchman. Captain Angel Daggereagle steered the ship, Captain Jack Sparrow snored, Captain William Turner fastened the ropes, Mr. Gibbs drank his rum, Beckett polished the cannons, Elizabeth played with the stored fruit, and James attempted to read in the Captain's Quarters. Next to a rather polished cannon, Beckett kneeled on the ground, holding a moist, black rag. She stared at one of the cannonballs next to the weapon itself, her face dimly reflected. The molten brown eyes saw that her mud strands of hair were clumped and knotted, some held by dirt and dust and the like. Her face was hidden slightly, patches of dirt staining the sand-colored skin. The collar of the white shirt with puffed sleeves that flowed to the wrist was torn and the seam had popped out to make the ends start to unwind. Beckett sighed and raked her fingers through her hair. Mum would scold me for looking so unkept, aye?
With the wind in her face, Angel stared at the view in front of her. Jack was snoring on a barrel, a rum bottle clutched in hand. Will worked even as he sweat to fasten each rope on the deck, rails, even sails. Gibbs drank his rum on the barrel next to Jack. Elizabeth ate tiny pieces of apples as she attempted to juggle them, dropping them constantly. The waves were stiff. The wind was soft. The sails barely moved. The boards creaked constantly. Every detail was taken notice, as far as her eyes could see. "It's jus' the ole' sky needin' it's rest, 'tain't it not?" she whispered to herself for the most part. Bored with the stillness of nature, she dug in her pocket to take out a parchment with dry ink occupying the front. A total of fifteen pirates were trapped in the edges of it, Angel with her braid at the very back in the middle. She was in between to lean men with stubble, laughing. She knew them as Leo and Mat, her older brothers. Her parents were on Mat's right, and her eldest sister, Sara, on Leo's left. In the row in front of the seven stood the two female teens, Mary and Sue, both fifteen, with different shaded bandanas. Then were seven younger children, three girls, rest boys, all dressed in their finest; they were all ranging from seven to eleven, if she remembered correctly.
Her parents were very busy for their generation, being fifty the both of them. She always found it physically impossible, but yet again she had always heard her mother say that she was using as many tonics and such to keep her up. That's how Angel had started learning to use slight gypsy tricks, such as forcing wind in the sails. The teachings had also brought her the eight friends who she always found as part of the family. 'Tis shame they weren't visitin' when we had this made. It would be interestin' to see one's face if I tolds them I had twenty siblings. Ha!
Sweating from head to toe, Will tightened a knot on the sail and checked for tears. He knew there was no such thing as too much care when it came to a ship. During the twelve years he had missed his loving wife, and the birth of his three children, he had learned that lesson thick and through. To tell all, the locker might have seemed still, but stubborn souls cost much more damage than any ordinary hurricane alone. Besides, he was fairly skilled with the art of knots and ropes by now. If someone bound his wrists with twisted rope, he would simply maneuver his way to untie its knot in more or less five minutes, if he concentrated hard enough. Will sighed and wiped some sweat off his brow with the back of his sleeve, staring up at the skies with tired, brown eyes. It might have just been his mind, tired from fastening ropes all morning, but he swore that the sky was more stiff and clear than it should have been.
A candle flickering with a single flame illuminated the captain's quarters. James Turner stared at the pages of a leather-bound book in frustration. All the words on the pages seemed to him mere scribbles of a pen that not even a literate person could decode. It might have just been the writing itself, but never the less, James could not read a single word. He snorted through his nose and grabbed a stray parchment and a quill in an ink bottle, tapping the point against the glass. Thinking long and hard, he jotted down the letter 'J' as best as he could. If he remembered correctly, it was an upside down hook with a bar over the top. He tried to remember 'a', but even that was a head sore. With a sigh, he leaned back in the chair he had found inside and plopped the quill back into the jar of black. Beckett would have the victory when it came to literacy.
Elizabeth, or Eliza if you wish to shorten it, examined an apple that had at least three bites taken out of it. It seemed to glisten in the light, its red skin with a pink sheen. She wriggled with excitement and poked it, the skin hard. More force was applied and it began to feel a tad softer. The young girl kept applying more and more force until the skin caved slightly and let her finger touch the soft, white center. A giggle was set free from her lips as she pulled her finger back, brown eyes staring at a moist fingertip soiled with dirt. They shifted to the apple once more, a frown stretching onto Elizabeth's face when she saw a grotesque dirt smudge inside the apple, where she had so previously poked it. She gave a simple shrug before sinking her teeth through the hard skin. She chewed, delighted by the soft feel of the center, when an unfamiliar hard spot caught her attention. She pushed that under her tongue and swallowed, spitting the remaining hard spot out. It was black and round, something she assumed was a seed. Her tongue stuck out, for she never really favored seeds, and her arm flung it behind her.
Beckett stood and stretched out her arms up behind her head. All cannons were spick and span with cleanliness. She shook her head to make some sweat splatter onto the floor and ran up to the deck. "I's done, Ang-AHHHHHHH!" she screamed as she tripped over none other than her distracted sibling.
"OW!" Elizabeth cried as her head collided with the deck. "That really hurt!"
"Then don't go dazin' off like a cloud o' coots*!" Beckett scolded.
*Cloud o' coots-She is referring to day-dreaming. She's referring to 'head stuck in the clouds', hence the clouds, and coots, as in senior citizens, seeing as old people tend to lose their memories more frequently.
"Oh stop bickering, you two," Will started to climb down using the ropes. "Your both siblings and young, just learn from the mistake."
Before he knew it, there was an orange splattered on his face. "Haha! Papa's orange!" Elizabeth laughed childishly.
Angel, having noticed it, laughed as well. "That's a good look for you, Turner!" she hollered.
Will rolled his eyes and wiped his face clean with his sleeve. He leaned down to grab an apple and chucked it at the mocking pirate. Angel caught it in slim fingers and crushed it with strength Will barely knew she had. All he did in response was growl and turn back to his two daughters, quirking up a brow at the sight of both of them squishing fruit on the others head. He did not bother to stop them, seeing as they seemed to have much pleasure in making the other soaked from head to toe in parts of fruit. As confusing as it seemed, it was still nice to see his daughters smiling.
James sat in the darkness of the captain's quarters for quite some time. He could hear the giggles of his sisters, as annoying as it was. Shrill and high, like every female he had met. His mother made no exception. Still, he had a fair admiration for his kin, so he did not speak against their giggles. He shut his eyes and yawned, stretching a fair bit. Suddenly, behind the eyelids, a monstrous beast appeared before him. His tentacles were a' plenty and his skin was slimy and green. There were more than twenty or so circles on each, what James knew were for sucking the faces off of sailors and pirates alike. He shuddered, cold sweat forming on his brow and goose-bumps appearing on his arms. The hairs on the back of his neck stood as he recognized the major fear of most of the sea dogs that braved those seas.
The Kraken.
What irked James, however, was the voice that seemed to come from it. The voice was deep and echoing, despite the depth of the waters he was venturing in. "I must kill the Turner children. I must kill the Turner children."
"Oh how lovely," James muttered.
He stood up fast enough to knock the chair down. His hands and feet moved fast as he searched the quarters for a musket. Once he had a firm grip on one, he rushed out, the door slamming against the wall. Jack was jerked from his slumber. Gibbs choked on his rum. Angel jumped and accidently shifted the wheel two spokes to the right. Beckett and Elizabeth stopped smashing fruit on the other's head to stare. Will turned his attention to James. "Lad, what is the meanin' of 'dis?" Angel demanded.
"THE KRAKEN!" James started to climb up to the crow's nest. "DAVY'S SENT THE KRAKEN! I SAW IT!"
Oh boy…Elizabeth, what did you do?! Will's thoughts were interrupted with a stiff silence. Beckett stood up carefully, Elizabeth clutching to her elder sister's wrist. Jack gulped and grabbed his pistol out of the holster. Gibbs followed this example. Angel furrowed her brows and slid her sword out of its seethe. A vibration was sent through the water, making the ship rock once. Another followed in suit, the ship rocking again. Elizabeth trembled as she whimpered. Beckett glared at the waters. "Do you see anything?" Will asked.
Beckett nodded. She was silent as a third vibration rocked the boat. Silence fell over. All that was left was the creaking of the ship boards. "GET AWAY FROM THE CENTER!" Beckett suddenly called out.
The rest did not hesitate to follow that demand. They ran from the center as a large tentacle beat down on the center, breaking the ship in to. James, just now on the crow's nest, was nearly flung off. All he did was cling desperately to the edge with his right hand. His left hand held the musket he planned to use to bring down the Kraken. Will and Jack were standing next to each other. Both looked a bit cross. They looked at the other pirate and flung up their arms. "HERE WE GO AGAIN!"
