p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Beads of sweat flowed down the young lord's forehead as he waited for his ship to get moored at the harbour of Verano. The air surrounding the island had a gloomy feel about it as if every soul walking on that island lamented the loss of a loved one - someone very close to their heart. The young gentleman's cabin was furnished with the finest of luxury a royalty could afford, and he held the rightful pride for that. The glamourous paintings hung on the cabin walls were framed in gold-plated wooden frames that only enriched the beauty of the office he spent most of his time in during the months-long voyages. And also because his dear mother was a great patron of art. The hot wind blowing outside did not help the distressed young man who marched to and fro in the immense cabin to calm himself. A habit he caught when he was a little boy from Velmir Jakus - the captain of one of his father's ships who navigated their journey to the kingdom of Uswaria for the crowning of the new Queen. On every other occasion, this habit came in aid by calming him down, unlike now when he felt more agitated as he took more steps./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I fear not, sir. But his oldest son is there to receive you, my lord." Informed the servant as he opened the door wider for his master to exit the cabin./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"A little frown appeared on Sir Frederick's handsome face as he walked down the narrow passageway of his ship - The Bolton Castle./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Elena is not lost!" Hissed the young nobleman as he stopped dead on his track to face his chauffeur. "I will save her from that rotten bastard if I have to and she will be back in the ballroom of Verano, dancing in my arms in no time," Frederick enunciated in a dangerously low voice./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Warren said no more, the temper of his employer's son was not be tested, and it was a lesson he learned very quickly in his twenty-long years of service. The young lord turned on his heels and marched off without another word./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Frederick Vaughan found Willard Cunningwell - the older brother of Elena, waiting for him on the docks with the royal escort. The young man could care less about greeting the future heir of the throne of Verano as he directly marched towards the royal carriage./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Willard, the twenty-five-year-old son of Sir Benjamin Cunningwell, was groomed to be the king of this island from the moment he was born, and he took the unspoken responsibilities pretty well. The heinous thoughtlessness by his guest hurt his arrogance, but this moment was not to feel offended when his sister was being held hostage by some pirate everyone seemed to be afraid for some reason. The young lad too climbed onto the carriage, and unlike his guest, he greeted Sir Frederick with the proper mannerisms he was raised with./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""It amuses me how your grandfather was gifted this island as a gift for his bravery and still some low lifeforms were able to abduct my dear Elena from the very sight of your father." Frederick discarded the politeness he was graced with as he passed the young Willard a look of disdain./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I suggest we should not blame papa for this tragedy. But I must inform you that it is a relief to see you here after this horrible event." Told Willard as he decided to keep his quietness for the rest of the journey./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The journey came to an end as the carriage halted at the immense entrance of the Castle of Verano, and, despite the urgency, Frederick felt at that moment, he waited for the servant to open the carriage's door. Once the door was open, Lord Vaughan marched into the castle as if it belonged to him for years. Helming his way through the maze-like hallways of the castle. It was easy for the young lord to find his way to Lord Cunningwell's study as he had spent a considerable amount of his time in this castle when he came to attend the balls. Most of his time here was spent admiring the complexities of the architecture, and the rest was spent marvelling at the young lady whose father held this castle in his possession. But currently, she was in peril and in critical need of a rescue. The study was in the east wing, a little far from Elena's chamber. This was made so that she could access the books in his study at any hour desired. Frederick felt it prudent not to knock as an excuse for his exasperation as he barged into the study./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Sir Lord Benjamin Cunningwell - the proud king of Verano, was seated on his armchair behind the desk. A half-filled bottle of whiskey and an empty glass, along with various old books and diaries occupied the space in front of him on the desk. A sad look was clouded on his head as he shifted his stare from the diary he was reading to the intruder. The sight of Frederick Vaughan only counted to the misery. This young man was not the most pleasing individual to cross paths with, along with the fact that the young lord showed a great deal of interest in his dear daughter, which unnerved him. Not that Sir Frederick lacked any qualities Benjamin looked for in a groom for his daughter, but the difference in their age irked the old man. Lord Vaughan was a good ten years older than Elena, and for Sir Benjamin, they were an awful lot of years to be apart. But the young lord's prospects were not the concern of consideration currently. Before the old man, could have addressed the younger lord, Frederick spoke -/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""My dear Lord Cunningwell, you must allow me to rescue your precious daughter from those pirates."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""This matter is not as simple as it appears, Sir Frederick. You are incapable of saving Elena from the one who possesses her right now, no one is." Benjamin dryly dismayed the proposal of the younger man. The resentment he felt was transparent in his tone, and no efforts were made to mask it./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""No matter who he might be but he does not possess what does not belong to him, Lord Benjamin." Frederick refused to take a no for an answer as he further strode towards the study table. "Furthermore, Elena is not his possession and she never will be." He added. The young nobleman felt offended even at the hint of Elena belonging to someone who was not him./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I appreciate you seeing my daughter as more than a prized possession but it still does not change the reality of our powerlessness in front of our enemy." The old man said as he filled his empty glass with the century-old whiskey he had been consuming to numb the pain his sentiments were infliction upon him./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Powerlessness? Forgive me, my lord, but aren't we the one with the law?" Asked Frederick, who had an unimpressed look on his handsome face. "And from when does the Cunningwell become the family that bore sons who were afraid of fighting?" The young man continued disparaging Sir Benjamin's inability to prevent his daughter's abduction./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""You are gravely mistaken if you consider your enemy to be some weak, low-life pirate, young Frederick. And law? Law is a worthless ally in the fight you desire to fight but gladly that would never happen." Benjamin heckled the younger man's arrogance as he returned his gaze to the old diary he was reading. By that time, Willard too had entered the library but his entrance was ignored by the elder males./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""So, exactly how are you desiring to bring Elena back, my lord? Because I believe I am allowed to presume that that pirate would not be courteous enough to miraculously drop her by the coast of Verano." Taunted Frederick, who found the nonchalant attitude of Sir Benjamin difficult to digest./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Forgive me but you are not making deals with pirates are you, my lord?" Demanded the young lord as he took an uncertain step back./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""There is no deal, Frederick! I am living under the burden of a debt my father refused to pay. The mere thought of him arriving at the coast of Verano had haunted me like a ghost for years and there was nothing I could do to stop him. The pirate you are calling low life is no ordinary man - he is not bound by the laws of nature like us mortals. Even if we decide to rescue my daughter from that monster, it would conclude with our deaths. That man had waited decades and angering him further will be suicidal." Vented Benjamin as he stood from his chair in a rather aggressive manner./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Looking up into his son's bright blue eyes, Benjamin did not speak for a long moment. The mystery was irking both Frederick and Willard, but they feared to ask./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Davy Jones." The name left his lips in barely more than a whisper, but it reached their ears without struggle. The name sent chills down both young men's spines, numbing their senses. Young Lord Vaughan's frail equilibrium struggled yet again as he fell on the armchair placed near the table. He laboured to breathe as he loosened the collar, but it aided little. The gloomy air he sensed earlier was casting over him in no time as that name was spoken./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""This can not be true. You could not have forged a deal with Davy Jones." Gasped Lord Vaughan as he passed a look of utter disbelief to the old man./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""It was not me." Repeated Benjamin. The poor man cursed his existence as he thought of the whereabouts of his daughter, who was the hostage of that formidable pirate. "My father made this deal but refused to give Jones what was promised to him in return. This would have never happened if he could have thought of anyone else over himself for once." He continued feeling exasperated./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""But what was the deal that grandfather made?" Willard demanded with desperation./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I am not aware of what the deal was but all I am aware of is that my father went to his grave like a king because of Davy Jones. Bedwyr Cunningwell feared that pirate but that fear never extinguished the respect he had for him. All I could find from his journals was that there is a book named The Testament of Dead Spirits and Davy Jones had a great interest in it. Why? No one knows but it is the only thing that is capable of rescuing Elena and I must find it or that pirate will destroy Verano." Answered the old man, pointing at the old-looking journals on his desk./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"For a long moment, neither of the three noblemen spoke as if they had lost their ability to speak. Each gentleman was buried in his own thoughts. One thought about saving his kingdom, the other was occupied with the thoughts of the young princess of the island, but the third man had other thoughts lingering in his mind./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Why was I kept oblivious to this deal, papa?" Asked Willard, who felt the bitter taste of betrayal in his mouth for he was kept unaware of his family's dark secret. The unexpected question earned him a look of shock from his father, who was caught off guard by it./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""My father made me aware of this blasphemy the day I turned twenty-five and I had the same intentions for you when you turn that age next month." The old man said as he refused to look his son in the eye./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I wished you would have been a man with better judgement, father." Sighed Willard. "First you refuse to inform us of the danger we live in and then you let those pirates kidnap my sister. How could you?" Vexed the young boy./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Because I was left with no other choice, son. Jones refused to accept the treasure I was offering so I was forced to give up Elena." Benjamin spouted out the truth unknowingly. It did not take the old man to acknowledge that much more spoken than required. Lord Cunningwell was not given a chance to justify his doings as the two young men spoke -/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""You gave Elena away to Davy Jones!"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Jones promised no harm would come upon her as long as I return the book to him." Benjamin tried to justify his misdeeds in a small voice./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""And you believed that pirate?" Challenged Frederick./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""My father asked that pirate to grant him a few years to search for the book. Davy Jones gave him fifty years. If it is the matter of trust then yes that pirate has mine with him." Confessed the old man in a low voice./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Not another word was spoken between the three men. Things were laid clear in front of them, yet they found themselves lost, oblivious as to what should be done. They knew a book was to be found but its location was unknown. Elena was to be rescued but none of them held the courage to face Davy Jones without having the book he desired in their possession. Wordlessly, Willard stepped towards the desk, picked up a few journals, books and maps and walked away with them. But instead of going to his chamber, the young boy laid the tomes on the carpeted floor and sat beside it. He started skimming through the books and journals, not with the intention to save the kingdom that he would one day rule upon but to find the book and rescue his younger sister, who did nothing in her life to serve the ramification of the misdeeds of her grandfather./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Sir Frederick, on the other hand, was still seated on the armchair. His muscles had stiffened from fear. The young lord too did not appreciate Sir Benjamin's decision but what enraged him more was the actualisation that his dear Elena was in the captivity of Davy Jones - a man with no heart./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I assure you, my lord, that you will receive every aid from Grovania that you might require. But..." Frederick spoke with courtesy as he stood from the armchair. The cold cunningness of a nobleman took over the horror on his face./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The old man failed to comprehend the implication of Sir Vaughan's last word, but before he could have registered his uncertainty, Frederick spoke further -/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""But I intend to be rewarded at the end for my efforts, Lord Cunningwell." He said with a tone of dominance./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""And what reward are you implying, Sir Frederick?" Asked Benjamin who was suspecting the direction in which this conversation was going./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Benjamin heard a triumph squeak but ignored the infantile behaviour as he sunk himself into the armchair, drowning in his own guilt. It had only been six hours since Davy Jones took Elena away but, it felt like an eternity to him and, he was not aware of how he was going to spend a week without the sight of his daughter knowing fairly well that she was living in the constant shadows of danger. And now to add to his peril, the man Benjamin found imperfect for his Elena was courting her. Nothing in this world was in his favour and he was not allowed to blame anyone for that, how fair of life to do so. Sighing deeply, Sir Benjamin's hand went for the half-empty bottle of whiskey, but this time instead of pouring some in the glass, he gulped a large ounce directly from the bottle./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The words danced in front of the immortal Captain's eyes as he read those lines for the fourth time. To Jones, it felt as if the words were mocking his very existence and yet it failed to infuriate him. Mortal feared him to death, and the chances of one of them mocking him through their words were non-existing, yet the words oddly reminisced him of himself./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Captain Davy Jones of The Flying Dutchman had been reading the books that Benjamin Cunningwell had sent for his daughter, and to his stunner, not all of them were tales about a white knight. Reading those books brought old remembering back to the undying being. The faint memories of his mother reading stories of brave heroes still remained with him, but he did not know what to do with them. No emotion took over him on the hint of those recollections as if they carried no gravitas./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Davy was tired - he was tired of this emptiness. Being able to feel no emotion except sadness was nightmarish. Not a single emotion had visited him for almost a century now and all this was the parting gift of Calypso. The last thing she condemned him with. The world had not been graced with her presence for the last century and a half and it failed to make him feel any better. Her absence was as empty as her presence, but the only relief was of knowing the betrayal had ended. The waiting has come to an end. No one waited on the shores for him before, and no one ever will, but now the pain of knowing there should be someone standing there had ended and it made him feel only a little better./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The thought made Jones wince. The memories of who he was might have faded but what he suffered to become what he is were still there clear in his mind. The thought of throwing the book away raged through his mind, but he opted to act otherwise. The author could not be blamed for this cruel coincidence, could he? Laughing off his pain, Davy placed the book gently on the table. But the laugh, instead of diffusing the pain, increased it unbearably. Breathing deeply, the immortal Captain marched out of the cabin. His legs carried him to his personal chamber almost instinctively. The number of times Davy helmed towards his chamber as anger boiled inside him was ungodly. The route was buried so deep in his mind that he could walk that path in sleep. And so, in no time, the cursed pirate was standing in front of his chamber's door. That hallway had no other quarters, just the door to his chamber in that gloomy, dark hallway. Bursting into the room, he was met with the sight that had greeted him for centuries - the lonely organ that was placed on the far end of the large but barren chamber. That instrument, unlike everything in his life, never betrayed him. Even after the egregiously long time, it played well. Sitting on the organ bench, he did not touch it for a long time in an attempt to calm his rage without the need for music. The organ was not a choice but a necessity for him to calm the volcano of emotion inside him. And so his tentacles came in contact with the cold surface of the keys of the organ. The result echoed through the ship. Everyone abode could feel the reverberation of the music in their body. It was not a piece of soothing music, a music that would calm one's soul. It was the proclamation of rage and pain which everyone feared. It was the unspoken rule on the Flying Dutchman that no one was to pay attention to the sudden outburst of music from the Captain's chamber and after years of serving on the cursed ship, every crew member was aware of the whispering story about the woman Davy Jones loved the most and how when she did not keep her promise causing him to do something to himself so he could feel no more. But this music narrated another story./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;" /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The music reached the young girl too, who, unlike the crew, felt curious about hearing the unusual music. Elena, who was seated on the chair, wiping the caked blood off her face, was taken aback by the tune which overpowered the clangour of the ship sailing. Curiosity infused her youthful heart, urging her to investigate it, but she was aware of the fact that the door was most positively locked from the outside. Despite knowing the truth Miss Cunningwell took a brave step towards the door, praying to the dear lord for the door to be unlocked despite all odds. As her soft skin came in contact with the cold metal of the knob, chills ran down her spine. The uncertainty of what was on the other side of the door thrilled her, yet she felt compelled to quench her thirst for curiousness. A squeak escaped her lips as the knob turned swiftly without a noise, opening the door. Cautiously pushing the door open, Elena peaked outside to find the hallway empty. The moment she took a step outside the room her captor was generous enough to give her, a thrill flushed through her body as she walked through the inaptly lit corridor. It did not take her long to reach the open bridge where everyone was performing their duties, unaffected by the strangely beautiful music. Elena carefully made her way through the bridge as she avoided getting into someone's path, and to her blissful relief, every crew member blatantly ignored her existence. But that failed to refrain the young girl from chasing the source of echoing music. The noise of the waves crashing against the hull and the cursed crew shouting their way through the work made the task incredibly tough, but she kept on with her quest. Eventually, despite the assault on senses the ship was doing on her, Elena managed to find the dark hallway when the resonation grew stronger. But before she could have even taken a step towards the hallway, she was pulled away by a strong pair of hands caught hold of her. The gasp that left her lips was inevitable as she was caught off guard./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I am not aware of you..." Elena started but soon fell silent as struggled to find a word to address the pirates. The pirate passed her a look of disapproval on sensing her dilemma as it was evident she did not see them as humans but was she to be blamed?/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Gentlemen. I am not aware of you gentlemen but I do feel curious about this enchanting melody which can overpower the might of the ocean." Her refined voice was heard again. Her way of describing the music caught Morey off guard who was perplexed by how this young girl was appreciating the music which rose from ashes of pain./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Do not listen to it. Do not try to find the one who plays it. Ye be 'ere fer a week, stay 'idden as much as ye can. The secrets o' this ship has are many an' they all might seduce ye into goin' after them but don't try to find the truth." Morey warned her in the same hushed tone as before./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Forgive me Mister Morey, but if you desire that I do not pursue the music then you must tell me who is playing it." The young girl insisted as she looked up at the pirate with imploring eyes./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"For a long time, Morey - the snakehead pirate, did not utter a word. Only the sound of the ocean and the crew yelling their way through their work could be heard. Miss Cunningwell could sense that Morey was feeling uncertain regarding telling her about the music. The more thought he gave in, the more troubled he felt. After a long moment of consideration, he decided telling this lass about the music could do no harm, so he sighed deeply, taking his sweet time in choosing the right words./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Miss Cunningwell's lips parted instinctively as numerous thoughts raced through her mind, but she found it arduous to formulate them into sentences. She was in no position to judge anyone, but to her, the Captain of The Flying Dutchman seemed like a man whose sadistic sense of humour was his only connection to any human emotion. But what she was feeling while listening to tunes was pain and longing./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""'e 'as no 'eart an' it be no lie. Nothin' beats in 'is chest." Pressed the pirate as he looked down into the innocent eyes of the young girl./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Forgive me but that can not be true. It is impossible for a creature to survive without a heart, not even for a peculiar specimen like Captain Jones himself." Miss Cunningwell dismayed the ridicules proclamation as she passed him a disappointed look./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Ye be too innocent to be on the Flyin' Dutchman, lass. Do ye think we were born with these rotten ugly bodies? We too were such as yerself once, mortals an' so been Cap'n Jones. 'e wasn't always a 'eartless foul beast." Morey said in no more than mere whispers as if he feared someone would hear their conversation./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Elena felt more confused as Mister Morey spoke further. Nothing seems to make sense until now, but this revelation almost turned the situation into a mythical story. Elena believed she had not lost her sanity or that this was an absurd nightmare, for the things were too real, and so was the pain in her wound./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""The crew said 'e slit open 'is chest an' cut out 'is 'eart a long time ago to lock it away from 'imself because there been a pain that a woman gave 'im that there 'e could not bear." Mister Morey's whisper broke the young girl's chain of thought as she gasped at hearing what Captain Jones did to himself. The level of lunacy had been crossed if there were any to start with. What he said earlier made her realize that if she was talking to a man who has a fish for a head, then what he said now could not be questioned./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Before the young girl could have asked who that woman was, the enchanting music coming from the dark and gloomy hallway stopped. Elena could hear the rhythmic beating of her heat in the absence of those painful tunes. The familiar echoes of Davy Jones' wooden leg hitting the floor were heard. Which infused panic into everyone's heart except for the hostage onboard. She remained still in the shadows, deeply drowned in her thoughts, when pair of strong arms shrugged her violently./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Go aft to yer chamber an' stay 'idden there. Don't come in fore o' Cap'n's eyes, no matter what." Morey cautioned as he pushed her towards the bridge./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""But he had asked for my presence at dinner," Elena informed him as she attempted to run in that royal dress of hers. Unfortunately, the weight of the fabric reduced her sprint to a brisk jog./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Morey's response was a look of pity, and the young Miss Cunningwell was not sure how she was supposed to comprehend that gesture. A million thoughts raced through her mind, and the setting sun only kept her reminded of the arriving dinner, which she doubted would be a normal one for her. Entering the room assigned to her, Elena sighed heavily as she tried to divert her focus from the disturbing history of Captain Jones she had been told. Letting out a deep breath, the young girl decided to prepare herself for what was coming her way. /p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Lord Vaughan, you can disembark the ship now." The unanticipated announcement startled the young man, which was evident by the gasp that left his lungs. Clutching the chair kept nearby, Sir Frederick composed the equilibrium he almost lost for a second as he sighed deeply, passing the slightly older man who announced the news, a disappointed look./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I fear not, sir. But his oldest son is there to receive you, my lord." Informed the servant as he opened the door wider for his master to exit the cabin./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"A little frown appeared on Sir Frederick's handsome face as he walked down the narrow passageway of his ship - The Bolton Castle./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""We must not blame that old man, my lord. After all, he had lost his daughter to a merciless, cursed pirate." Warren - the servant, said in a low voice in an attempt to make his master reconsider his judgement./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Elena is not lost!" Hissed the young nobleman as he stopped dead on his track to face his chauffeur. "I will save her from that rotten bastard if I have to and she will be back in the ballroom of Verano, dancing in my arms in no time," Frederick enunciated in a dangerously low voice./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Warren said no more, the temper of his employer's son was not be tested, and it was a lesson he learned very quickly in his twenty-long years of service. The young lord turned on his heels and marched off without another word./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Frederick Vaughan found Willard Cunningwell - the older brother of Elena, waiting for him on the docks with the royal escort. The young man could care less about greeting the future heir of the throne of Verano as he directly marched towards the royal carriage./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Willard, the twenty-five-year-old son of Sir Benjamin Cunningwell, was groomed to be the king of this island from the moment he was born, and he took the unspoken responsibilities pretty well. The heinous thoughtlessness by his guest hurt his arrogance, but this moment was not to feel offended when his sister was being held hostage by some pirate everyone seemed to be afraid for some reason. The young lad too climbed onto the carriage, and unlike his guest, he greeted Sir Frederick with the proper mannerisms he was raised with./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Forgive my father's absence, Lord Vaughan. He is too broken since the last night when those wretched demons took my dear little sister away." Willard politely addressed the older man./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""It amuses me how your grandfather was gifted this island as a gift for his bravery and still some low lifeforms were able to abduct my dear Elena from the very sight of your father." Frederick discarded the politeness he was graced with as he passed the young Willard a look of disdain./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I suggest we should not blame papa for this tragedy. But I must inform you that it is a relief to see you here after this horrible event." Told Willard as he decided to keep his quietness for the rest of the journey./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The journey came to an end as the carriage halted at the immense entrance of the Castle of Verano, and, despite the urgency, Frederick felt at that moment, he waited for the servant to open the carriage's door. Once the door was open, Lord Vaughan marched into the castle as if it belonged to him for years. Helming his way through the maze-like hallways of the castle. It was easy for the young lord to find his way to Lord Cunningwell's study as he had spent a considerable amount of his time in this castle when he came to attend the balls. Most of his time here was spent admiring the complexities of the architecture, and the rest was spent marvelling at the young lady whose father held this castle in his possession. But currently, she was in peril and in critical need of a rescue. The study was in the east wing, a little far from Elena's chamber. This was made so that she could access the books in his study at any hour desired. Frederick felt it prudent not to knock as an excuse for his exasperation as he barged into the study./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Sir Lord Benjamin Cunningwell - the proud king of Verano, was seated on his armchair behind the desk. A half-filled bottle of whiskey and an empty glass, along with various old books and diaries occupied the space in front of him on the desk. A sad look was clouded on his head as he shifted his stare from the diary he was reading to the intruder. The sight of Frederick Vaughan only counted to the misery. This young man was not the most pleasing individual to cross paths with, along with the fact that the young lord showed a great deal of interest in his dear daughter, which unnerved him. Not that Sir Frederick lacked any qualities Benjamin looked for in a groom for his daughter, but the difference in their age irked the old man. Lord Vaughan was a good ten years older than Elena, and for Sir Benjamin, they were an awful lot of years to be apart. But the young lord's prospects were not the concern of consideration currently. Before the old man, could have addressed the younger lord, Frederick spoke -/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""My dear Lord Cunningwell, you must allow me to rescue your precious daughter from those pirates."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""This matter is not as simple as it appears, Sir Frederick. You are incapable of saving Elena from the one who possesses her right now, no one is." Benjamin dryly dismayed the proposal of the younger man. The resentment he felt was transparent in his tone, and no efforts were made to mask it./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""No matter who he might be but he does not possess what does not belong to him, Lord Benjamin." Frederick refused to take a no for an answer as he further strode towards the study table. "Furthermore, Elena is not his possession and she never will be." He added. The young nobleman felt offended even at the hint of Elena belonging to someone who was not him./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I appreciate you seeing my daughter as more than a prized possession but it still does not change the reality of our powerlessness in front of our enemy." The old man said as he filled his empty glass with the century-old whiskey he had been consuming to numb the pain his sentiments were infliction upon him./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Powerlessness? Forgive me, my lord, but aren't we the one with the law?" Asked Frederick, who had an unimpressed look on his handsome face. "And from when does the Cunningwell become the family that bore sons who were afraid of fighting?" The young man continued disparaging Sir Benjamin's inability to prevent his daughter's abduction./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""You are gravely mistaken if you consider your enemy to be some weak, low-life pirate, young Frederick. And law? Law is a worthless ally in the fight you desire to fight but gladly that would never happen." Benjamin heckled the younger man's arrogance as he returned his gaze to the old diary he was reading. By that time, Willard too had entered the library but his entrance was ignored by the elder males./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""So, exactly how are you desiring to bring Elena back, my lord? Because I believe I am allowed to presume that that pirate would not be courteous enough to miraculously drop her by the coast of Verano." Taunted Frederick, who found the nonchalant attitude of Sir Benjamin difficult to digest./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Elena will be returned to Verano once I return him some inconspicuous book my father owed him." Informed the older man as he gulped down the content of his freshly filled glass./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Forgive me but you are not making deals with pirates are you, my lord?" Demanded the young lord as he took an uncertain step back./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""There is no deal, Frederick! I am living under the burden of a debt my father refused to pay. The mere thought of him arriving at the coast of Verano had haunted me like a ghost for years and there was nothing I could do to stop him. The pirate you are calling low life is no ordinary man - he is not bound by the laws of nature like us mortals. Even if we decide to rescue my daughter from that monster, it would conclude with our deaths. That man had waited decades and angering him further will be suicidal." Vented Benjamin as he stood from his chair in a rather aggressive manner./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Looking up into his son's bright blue eyes, Benjamin did not speak for a long moment. The mystery was irking both Frederick and Willard, but they feared to ask./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Davy Jones." The name left his lips in barely more than a whisper, but it reached their ears without struggle. The name sent chills down both young men's spines, numbing their senses. Young Lord Vaughan's frail equilibrium struggled yet again as he fell on the armchair placed near the table. He laboured to breathe as he loosened the collar, but it aided little. The gloomy air he sensed earlier was casting over him in no time as that name was spoken./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""This can not be true. You could not have forged a deal with Davy Jones." Gasped Lord Vaughan as he passed a look of utter disbelief to the old man./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""It was not me." Repeated Benjamin. The poor man cursed his existence as he thought of the whereabouts of his daughter, who was the hostage of that formidable pirate. "My father made this deal but refused to give Jones what was promised to him in return. This would have never happened if he could have thought of anyone else over himself for once." He continued feeling exasperated./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""But what was the deal that grandfather made?" Willard demanded with desperation./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I am not aware of what the deal was but all I am aware of is that my father went to his grave like a king because of Davy Jones. Bedwyr Cunningwell feared that pirate but that fear never extinguished the respect he had for him. All I could find from his journals was that there is a book named The Testament of Dead Spirits and Davy Jones had a great interest in it. Why? No one knows but it is the only thing that is capable of rescuing Elena and I must find it or that pirate will destroy Verano." Answered the old man, pointing at the old-looking journals on his desk./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"For a long moment, neither of the three noblemen spoke as if they had lost their ability to speak. Each gentleman was buried in his own thoughts. One thought about saving his kingdom, the other was occupied with the thoughts of the young princess of the island, but the third man had other thoughts lingering in his mind./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Why was I kept oblivious to this deal, papa?" Asked Willard, who felt the bitter taste of betrayal in his mouth for he was kept unaware of his family's dark secret. The unexpected question earned him a look of shock from his father, who was caught off guard by it./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""My father made me aware of this blasphemy the day I turned twenty-five and I had the same intentions for you when you turn that age next month." The old man said as he refused to look his son in the eye./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I wished you would have been a man with better judgement, father." Sighed Willard. "First you refuse to inform us of the danger we live in and then you let those pirates kidnap my sister. How could you?" Vexed the young boy./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Because I was left with no other choice, son. Jones refused to accept the treasure I was offering so I was forced to give up Elena." Benjamin spouted out the truth unknowingly. It did not take the old man to acknowledge that much more spoken than required. Lord Cunningwell was not given a chance to justify his doings as the two young men spoke -/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""You gave Elena away to Davy Jones!"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Jones promised no harm would come upon her as long as I return the book to him." Benjamin tried to justify his misdeeds in a small voice./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""And you believed that pirate?" Challenged Frederick./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""My father asked that pirate to grant him a few years to search for the book. Davy Jones gave him fifty years. If it is the matter of trust then yes that pirate has mine with him." Confessed the old man in a low voice./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Not another word was spoken between the three men. Things were laid clear in front of them, yet they found themselves lost, oblivious as to what should be done. They knew a book was to be found but its location was unknown. Elena was to be rescued but none of them held the courage to face Davy Jones without having the book he desired in their possession. Wordlessly, Willard stepped towards the desk, picked up a few journals, books and maps and walked away with them. But instead of going to his chamber, the young boy laid the tomes on the carpeted floor and sat beside it. He started skimming through the books and journals, not with the intention to save the kingdom that he would one day rule upon but to find the book and rescue his younger sister, who did nothing in her life to serve the ramification of the misdeeds of her grandfather./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Sir Frederick, on the other hand, was still seated on the armchair. His muscles had stiffened from fear. The young lord too did not appreciate Sir Benjamin's decision but what enraged him more was the actualisation that his dear Elena was in the captivity of Davy Jones - a man with no heart./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I assure you, my lord, that you will receive every aid from Grovania that you might require. But..." Frederick spoke with courtesy as he stood from the armchair. The cold cunningness of a nobleman took over the horror on his face./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The old man failed to comprehend the implication of Sir Vaughan's last word, but before he could have registered his uncertainty, Frederick spoke further -/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""But I intend to be rewarded at the end for my efforts, Lord Cunningwell." He said with a tone of dominance./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""And what reward are you implying, Sir Frederick?" Asked Benjamin who was suspecting the direction in which this conversation was going./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I believed you to be a shrewd ruler, my lord." The younger man heckled him with a counterfeit shock on his face. "If it was not evident from a great deal of interest I showed in your lovely daughter then I must clarify this for you that I desire to marry Elena once we trade her back for the book." He announced./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The statement was not a shock for the old nobleman who had suspected Frederick's keen interest in helping him. He did not approve of it and had it been some other circumstance Sir Benjamin would have refused without a second thought but this situation was perplexing and if he fails to retrieve the book the only option left would be then to fight the formidable Davy Jones. And that would require as much naval power as he could gather. Submitting to the unforgiving situation was the only way Lord Cunningwell would be able to get his daughter back, and he only wanted to see her safe. Cursing under his breath he spoke with a phoney tone -/p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Benjamin heard a triumph squeak but ignored the infantile behaviour as he sunk himself into the armchair, drowning in his own guilt. It had only been six hours since Davy Jones took Elena away but, it felt like an eternity to him and, he was not aware of how he was going to spend a week without the sight of his daughter knowing fairly well that she was living in the constant shadows of danger. And now to add to his peril, the man Benjamin found imperfect for his Elena was courting her. Nothing in this world was in his favour and he was not allowed to blame anyone for that, how fair of life to do so. Sighing deeply, Sir Benjamin's hand went for the half-empty bottle of whiskey, but this time instead of pouring some in the glass, he gulped a large ounce directly from the bottle./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"span style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-weight: inherit; font-style: oblique; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"'His deformities were far beyond repair and he lived with that reality every day of his egregiously prolonged life. The appearance he was cursed with was so ominous, so hideous that no living soul could bear the sight of him. Not even in the shadiest part of hell could a man such as himself find solace nonetheless love - for which he was on this quest. No one can love him, not even out of sympathy and he was forced to live with that reality for far longer than he had desired to. Life did not grace him with the sunshine of hope that he had been begging for, only darkness held his hand. And now he found himself completely submerged in darkness as it feasted upon the very last of his humanity and no one to walk on this earth was capable of bringing him back to the light. He did not need a striking face but a heart that accepted him even after knowing the monster that resided inside him. His heart pained when he was forced to live with the truth knowing that no such heart existed.'/span/p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Captain Davy Jones of The Flying Dutchman had been reading the books that Benjamin Cunningwell had sent for his daughter, and to his stunner, not all of them were tales about a white knight. Reading those books brought old remembering back to the undying being. The faint memories of his mother reading stories of brave heroes still remained with him, but he did not know what to do with them. No emotion took over him on the hint of those recollections as if they carried no gravitas./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Davy was tired - he was tired of this emptiness. Being able to feel no emotion except sadness was nightmarish. Not a single emotion had visited him for almost a century now and all this was the parting gift of Calypso. The last thing she condemned him with. The world had not been graced with her presence for the last century and a half and it failed to make him feel any better. Her absence was as empty as her presence, but the only relief was of knowing the betrayal had ended. The waiting has come to an end. No one waited on the shores for him before, and no one ever will, but now the pain of knowing there should be someone standing there had ended and it made him feel only a little better./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The thought made Jones wince. The memories of who he was might have faded but what he suffered to become what he is were still there clear in his mind. The thought of throwing the book away raged through his mind, but he opted to act otherwise. The author could not be blamed for this cruel coincidence, could he? Laughing off his pain, Davy placed the book gently on the table. But the laugh, instead of diffusing the pain, increased it unbearably. Breathing deeply, the immortal Captain marched out of the cabin. His legs carried him to his personal chamber almost instinctively. The number of times Davy helmed towards his chamber as anger boiled inside him was ungodly. The route was buried so deep in his mind that he could walk that path in sleep. And so, in no time, the cursed pirate was standing in front of his chamber's door. That hallway had no other quarters, just the door to his chamber in that gloomy, dark hallway. Bursting into the room, he was met with the sight that had greeted him for centuries - the lonely organ that was placed on the far end of the large but barren chamber. That instrument, unlike everything in his life, never betrayed him. Even after the egregiously long time, it played well. Sitting on the organ bench, he did not touch it for a long time in an attempt to calm his rage without the need for music. The organ was not a choice but a necessity for him to calm the volcano of emotion inside him. And so his tentacles came in contact with the cold surface of the keys of the organ. The result echoed through the ship. Everyone abode could feel the reverberation of the music in their body. It was not a piece of soothing music, a music that would calm one's soul. It was the proclamation of rage and pain which everyone feared. It was the unspoken rule on the Flying Dutchman that no one was to pay attention to the sudden outburst of music from the Captain's chamber and after years of serving on the cursed ship, every crew member was aware of the whispering story about the woman Davy Jones loved the most and how when she did not keep her promise causing him to do something to himself so he could feel no more. But this music narrated another story./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;" /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The music reached the young girl too, who, unlike the crew, felt curious about hearing the unusual music. Elena, who was seated on the chair, wiping the caked blood off her face, was taken aback by the tune which overpowered the clangour of the ship sailing. Curiosity infused her youthful heart, urging her to investigate it, but she was aware of the fact that the door was most positively locked from the outside. Despite knowing the truth Miss Cunningwell took a brave step towards the door, praying to the dear lord for the door to be unlocked despite all odds. As her soft skin came in contact with the cold metal of the knob, chills ran down her spine. The uncertainty of what was on the other side of the door thrilled her, yet she felt compelled to quench her thirst for curiousness. A squeak escaped her lips as the knob turned swiftly without a noise, opening the door. Cautiously pushing the door open, Elena peaked outside to find the hallway empty. The moment she took a step outside the room her captor was generous enough to give her, a thrill flushed through her body as she walked through the inaptly lit corridor. It did not take her long to reach the open bridge where everyone was performing their duties, unaffected by the strangely beautiful music. Elena carefully made her way through the bridge as she avoided getting into someone's path, and to her blissful relief, every crew member blatantly ignored her existence. But that failed to refrain the young girl from chasing the source of echoing music. The noise of the waves crashing against the hull and the cursed crew shouting their way through the work made the task incredibly tough, but she kept on with her quest. Eventually, despite the assault on senses the ship was doing on her, Elena managed to find the dark hallway when the resonation grew stronger. But before she could have even taken a step towards the hallway, she was pulled away by a strong pair of hands caught hold of her. The gasp that left her lips was inevitable as she was caught off guard./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I am not aware of you..." Elena started but soon fell silent as struggled to find a word to address the pirates. The pirate passed her a look of disapproval on sensing her dilemma as it was evident she did not see them as humans but was she to be blamed?/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Gentlemen. I am not aware of you gentlemen but I do feel curious about this enchanting melody which can overpower the might of the ocean." Her refined voice was heard again. Her way of describing the music caught Morey off guard who was perplexed by how this young girl was appreciating the music which rose from ashes of pain./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Do not listen to it. Do not try to find the one who plays it. Ye be 'ere fer a week, stay 'idden as much as ye can. The secrets o' this ship has are many an' they all might seduce ye into goin' after them but don't try to find the truth." Morey warned her in the same hushed tone as before./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The warning, despite radiating threat, had not to impact on Elena, who tried to comprehend what Mister Morey was saying. Morey, unlike every other crew member, did not ignore her like she did not exist./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Forgive me Mister Morey, but if you desire that I do not pursue the music then you must tell me who is playing it." The young girl insisted as she looked up at the pirate with imploring eyes./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"For a long time, Morey - the snakehead pirate, did not utter a word. Only the sound of the ocean and the crew yelling their way through their work could be heard. Miss Cunningwell could sense that Morey was feeling uncertain regarding telling her about the music. The more thought he gave in, the more troubled he felt. After a long moment of consideration, he decided telling this lass about the music could do no harm, so he sighed deeply, taking his sweet time in choosing the right words./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Captain Jones?" Elena asked despite knowing they both were talking about the same man. Morey nodded to put an end to her uncertainty./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Miss Cunningwell's lips parted instinctively as numerous thoughts raced through her mind, but she found it arduous to formulate them into sentences. She was in no position to judge anyone, but to her, the Captain of The Flying Dutchman seemed like a man whose sadistic sense of humour was his only connection to any human emotion. But what she was feeling while listening to tunes was pain and longing./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""'e 'as no 'eart an' it be no lie. Nothin' beats in 'is chest." Pressed the pirate as he looked down into the innocent eyes of the young girl./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Forgive me but that can not be true. It is impossible for a creature to survive without a heart, not even for a peculiar specimen like Captain Jones himself." Miss Cunningwell dismayed the ridicules proclamation as she passed him a disappointed look./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Ye be too innocent to be on the Flyin' Dutchman, lass. Do ye think we were born with these rotten ugly bodies? We too were such as yerself once, mortals an' so been Cap'n Jones. 'e wasn't always a 'eartless foul beast." Morey said in no more than mere whispers as if he feared someone would hear their conversation./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Elena felt more confused as Mister Morey spoke further. Nothing seems to make sense until now, but this revelation almost turned the situation into a mythical story. Elena believed she had not lost her sanity or that this was an absurd nightmare, for the things were too real, and so was the pain in her wound./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""The crew said 'e slit open 'is chest an' cut out 'is 'eart a long time ago to lock it away from 'imself because there been a pain that a woman gave 'im that there 'e could not bear." Mister Morey's whisper broke the young girl's chain of thought as she gasped at hearing what Captain Jones did to himself. The level of lunacy had been crossed if there were any to start with. What he said earlier made her realize that if she was talking to a man who has a fish for a head, then what he said now could not be questioned./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Before the young girl could have asked who that woman was, the enchanting music coming from the dark and gloomy hallway stopped. Elena could hear the rhythmic beating of her heat in the absence of those painful tunes. The familiar echoes of Davy Jones' wooden leg hitting the floor were heard. Which infused panic into everyone's heart except for the hostage onboard. She remained still in the shadows, deeply drowned in her thoughts, when pair of strong arms shrugged her violently./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Go aft to yer chamber an' stay 'idden there. Don't come in fore o' Cap'n's eyes, no matter what." Morey cautioned as he pushed her towards the bridge./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""But he had asked for my presence at dinner," Elena informed him as she attempted to run in that royal dress of hers. Unfortunately, the weight of the fabric reduced her sprint to a brisk jog./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Morey's response was a look of pity, and the young Miss Cunningwell was not sure how she was supposed to comprehend that gesture. A million thoughts raced through her mind, and the setting sun only kept her reminded of the arriving dinner, which she doubted would be a normal one for her. Entering the room assigned to her, Elena sighed heavily as she tried to divert her focus from the disturbing history of Captain Jones she had been told. Letting out a deep breath, the young girl decided to prepare herself for what was coming her way. /p
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