Spirit and Determination
When they were all back on the Pearl, Marana stated to Barbossa, "We'll have to use the Pearl as a flagship to lead the attack."
"Oh, will we, now?" Barbossa looked over at the opening to the lower decks, where Tia Dalma was being brought out. She was surrounded by ropes, and she walked slowly so she wouldn't trip on any of them. She was led directly under the mast, where Ragetti held the bowl with the Pieces of Eight. Will suddenly lashed out,
"Barbossa, you can't release her!" He was restrained by two crewmen with pistols.
"We have to give Jack a chance!" Elizabeth pleaded.
Marana retorted, "That would be helpful but not necessary, Elizabeth, seeing as how Jack is a big boy and therefore capable of handling things on his own."
Barbossa stepped up to the Pirate King. "Apologies, Your Majesty, too long my fate has not been in me own hands…no longer!" He ripped the Piece of Eight, a black cord with a jade pendent, off of her neck. Then he moved to Marana. "Marana, I agree with you one hundred percent. Jack can handle things on his own. Now, your Piece of Eight…"
Marana snapped the chain from her neck and handed it to the captain. He dropped the two necklaces, along with Jack's string of beads, into the bowl that Ragetti held in front of the captured gypsy.
"Be there some manner of right or incantation?" asked Gibbs.
Barbossa gestured over the bowl, "Items brought together, done…items to be burned…" someone handed him a lit taper. "…and someone must speak the words 'Calypso, I release you from your human bonds'".
"Is that it?" asked Pintel, looking doubtful.
"'Tis said it must be spoken as if to a lover," Barbossa added with a smirk. Everyone started murmuring.
Barbossa raised the taper, "Calypso, I release you from your human bonds!"
He brought the taper down into the bowl, where rum had been poured to ignite the flames, but nothing happened.
"No, you didn't say it right!" Ragetti stated. "You have to say it right."
He stepped closer and whispered in the gypsy's ear, "Calypso…I release you from your human bonds."
Suddenly a flame shot out from her mouth and into the bowl, lighting everything on fire and causing the bowl to float in midair. Purple smoke was coming from the burning objects, which snaked itself into her nostrils. Will fought his way to the front so he stood in front of her.
"Tia Dalma!" he shouted. When she didn't answer, he almost whispered, "Calypso!"
Calypso's eyes locked onto his, and the bowl dropped to the deck, scattering the ashes of the burned objects.
Will continued, "When the Brethren Court bound you to human form, who was it who told them how? Who was it that betrayed you?"
"Name him!" Calypso shouted.
"Davy Jones!" Will stated.
Suddenly the gypsy let out a painful moan and tilted her head back. She began to grow. She got taller and bigger and wider. The wood of the deck was strained by her immense weight. When she stopped growing, she reached the top of the highest mast.
Barbossa and the rest began kneeling. "Calypso," the captain shouted. "I come before you as but a servant, humble and contrite. Spare meself, me ship, me crew, and unleash your fury on those who dare call themselves your masters…or mine."
Suddenly Calypso began shouting. She was screaming curse words at the pirates in another language that no one understood. After a little while, she exploded into a bunch of white crabs which spilled over the sides of the ship and into the water.
Barbossa and Marana walked to the railing and looked out at Beckett's fleet. The water was calm, and the sky was mostly clear. "Nothing," Barbossa observed. "Our final hope has failed us."
"I'm sorry, Captain Barbossa," Marana uttered quietly while looking into his eyes.
She looked down. Barbossa took her chin in his hand and lifted her face until their eyes met again. "Don't be, Miss Lark," He took his hand away and looked out at the water again. "I was a fool to hope."
"It's not over," Elizabeth stated.
"There's still a fight to be had," added Will.
"We've an armada against us," observed Gibbs.
"And with the Dutchman, there's no chance," Marana said grimly.
"There's only a fool's chance," Elizabeth said sadly.
"Revenge won't bring your father back Miss Swann, or your brother, Miss Lark, and it's not something I'm intending to die for." Barbossa stated firmly.
"You're right. Then what shall we die for?" Elizabeth began walking towards the rail. "You will listen to me…LISTEN!" she commanded of the crew, climbing up onto the rail and holding onto the rigging for support. "The Brethren will still be looking here to us, to the Black Pearl to lead. And what will they see? Frightened bilge rats upon a derelict ship, no; no they will see free men, and FREEDOM! And what the enemy will see is the flash of our cannons. They will hear the ring of our swords and THEY WILL KNOW WHAT WE CAN DO! By the sweat of our brows, and the strength of our backs, and the courage of our hearts…gentlemen, hoist the colors!"
Marana gazed up at her friend with admiration. "Hoist the colors!" she commanded.
"Hoist the colors!" added Will, followed by Pintel.
"Aye, the wind's on our side, boys. That's all we need!" Gibbs shouted. Then everyone started cheering.
Together, Elizabeth and Marana shouted at the top of their lungs, "HOIST THE COLORS!" to the rest of the Pirate Lords.
Nine flags were raised into the air, and the spirit of the Pirates could be heard and felt in everyone's heart and soul. Marana felt victorious, and the fight hadn't even started yet. She gripped the hilt of her sword, feeling the pressure she exerted on it. Her matching daggers hung on her belt, ready to be used as throwing knives.
Marana's spirit was strong, powerful, determined and, most of all, free.