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Montezuma's Revenge
Prologue: The Early 1500s
As the sea roared its angry song, the earth let out a trembling sigh. The shores of innocence were conquered and its inhabitants slaughtered. Cortez stood before the Aztecs with a foreboding and wicked smile, rippling with greed, and enveloped by his intense thirst for treasure and triumph. His Aztec and Mayan servants stood silently behind him, afraid to breathe, afraid to disturb Cortez surrounded and choked by the terrible moment of absolute conquest.
There was one who dared to move, who dared to defy, who dared to survive. A small girl, no more than eight years old, slinked away from the mob of awe. She was barely noticed, for all of the other servants were saying their silent goodbyes, praying for the memory of Mexico.
She began to run. She followed the trampled path of bent grass, laden by those in dire panic to flee. Her feet carried her farther away from the valley of sorrow, and her heart pushed her past the huge precipice, which leaned its shoulders against the sea.
She jumped, hoping to leave Cortez and his army far behind, and saw the ocean below, begging her to be free. Her black hair slapped against her face, and her eyes watered. She fell and fell, waiting for the icy ocean to greet her.
She felt reality slipping from her grasp as the sea finally hailed her entrance, pulling her away from the trembling earth and into the roaring sea. The tide held her close and cradled her in its arms, protecting her from the bleeding land where Cortez stood. She heard the sacred lullaby of the ocean mending her shattered heart and bestowing upon her a gift only discovered by those who have heard the sanctified song of the sea. She opened her eyes and saw a ship. A huge, massive vessel, skimming the surface of the ocean and blessing her with its presence.
The girl saw the ship with black sails as a haven, a place of pulchritude, for it was sailing away from Cortez. She swam towards it, feeling the ocean help in her struggle, until she was so close that she could reach out and touch its sleek wood and knotted ropes dangling effortlessly just a foot above the churning sea. She reached out and grabbed the rope, too afraid to let go. The girl climbed the cable with a hidden strength given to her by the ocean and she heaved herself over the railing.
There she lay, until the warm ocean breeze dried her clothes and the sun warmed her heart. When she opened her eyes, she was peering into the brown face of a man whose skin has been weathered by years at sea. His cold, gray eyes hid a heart of gold, and his black hair streaked with white sparkled in the sunlight.
"Hello there, lass," he said and smiled, revealing a mouth full of crooked teeth. The girl stared back blankly. "Fancy that, a little Indian on my ship...runnin from Cortez, no doubt...that son of a...What's your name, lass?" He pointed to himself and said, "Captain," and then pointed to her.
She seemed to understand what he was asking. A name, she thought. Her own name. "Marizani," she said.
"Mar...what? Was that yer name?" he laughed. "We'll just call ya Marie then, lass. Welcome aboard the Black Pearl." She stood up slowly, tentatively, thinking that she should be deathly afraid of Captain. But she felt a certain tenderness behind his cold eyes.
"What's that in yer hand there, little miss?" he said. Marie had forgotten about the crumpled piece of parchment in her hand. She looked down, extremely surprised that it had not floated away, and smoothed it out.
Surely, the ink would have gotten smudged. But it did not. Suddenly, Marie remembered how it got to be resting in her hands. She was Cortez's 'faithful' servant, after all. That morning, while she was cleaning Cortez's sleeping chambers, she found the map lying on his pillow. She didn't consider it stealing...just borrowing without the intention of returning it.
But the map to Montezuma's crown was still in tact---and that's all that mattered.
Captain snatched the parchment away from her hands and stared at it with intense curiosity. "Ya don't know what this is, do ya..." His kind, gray eyes glittered greedily, and his sweet smile turned sour.
Deep inside, she knew what the parchment was.
And Marie wanted it back.
I hope you liked it so far! Don't worry, I promise there'll be a whole lot of Johnny Depp and Orli in the next chapter! This is just the prologue. :)
Please R&R, thanks a lot!
Montezuma's Revenge
Prologue: The Early 1500s
As the sea roared its angry song, the earth let out a trembling sigh. The shores of innocence were conquered and its inhabitants slaughtered. Cortez stood before the Aztecs with a foreboding and wicked smile, rippling with greed, and enveloped by his intense thirst for treasure and triumph. His Aztec and Mayan servants stood silently behind him, afraid to breathe, afraid to disturb Cortez surrounded and choked by the terrible moment of absolute conquest.
There was one who dared to move, who dared to defy, who dared to survive. A small girl, no more than eight years old, slinked away from the mob of awe. She was barely noticed, for all of the other servants were saying their silent goodbyes, praying for the memory of Mexico.
She began to run. She followed the trampled path of bent grass, laden by those in dire panic to flee. Her feet carried her farther away from the valley of sorrow, and her heart pushed her past the huge precipice, which leaned its shoulders against the sea.
She jumped, hoping to leave Cortez and his army far behind, and saw the ocean below, begging her to be free. Her black hair slapped against her face, and her eyes watered. She fell and fell, waiting for the icy ocean to greet her.
She felt reality slipping from her grasp as the sea finally hailed her entrance, pulling her away from the trembling earth and into the roaring sea. The tide held her close and cradled her in its arms, protecting her from the bleeding land where Cortez stood. She heard the sacred lullaby of the ocean mending her shattered heart and bestowing upon her a gift only discovered by those who have heard the sanctified song of the sea. She opened her eyes and saw a ship. A huge, massive vessel, skimming the surface of the ocean and blessing her with its presence.
The girl saw the ship with black sails as a haven, a place of pulchritude, for it was sailing away from Cortez. She swam towards it, feeling the ocean help in her struggle, until she was so close that she could reach out and touch its sleek wood and knotted ropes dangling effortlessly just a foot above the churning sea. She reached out and grabbed the rope, too afraid to let go. The girl climbed the cable with a hidden strength given to her by the ocean and she heaved herself over the railing.
There she lay, until the warm ocean breeze dried her clothes and the sun warmed her heart. When she opened her eyes, she was peering into the brown face of a man whose skin has been weathered by years at sea. His cold, gray eyes hid a heart of gold, and his black hair streaked with white sparkled in the sunlight.
"Hello there, lass," he said and smiled, revealing a mouth full of crooked teeth. The girl stared back blankly. "Fancy that, a little Indian on my ship...runnin from Cortez, no doubt...that son of a...What's your name, lass?" He pointed to himself and said, "Captain," and then pointed to her.
She seemed to understand what he was asking. A name, she thought. Her own name. "Marizani," she said.
"Mar...what? Was that yer name?" he laughed. "We'll just call ya Marie then, lass. Welcome aboard the Black Pearl." She stood up slowly, tentatively, thinking that she should be deathly afraid of Captain. But she felt a certain tenderness behind his cold eyes.
"What's that in yer hand there, little miss?" he said. Marie had forgotten about the crumpled piece of parchment in her hand. She looked down, extremely surprised that it had not floated away, and smoothed it out.
Surely, the ink would have gotten smudged. But it did not. Suddenly, Marie remembered how it got to be resting in her hands. She was Cortez's 'faithful' servant, after all. That morning, while she was cleaning Cortez's sleeping chambers, she found the map lying on his pillow. She didn't consider it stealing...just borrowing without the intention of returning it.
But the map to Montezuma's crown was still in tact---and that's all that mattered.
Captain snatched the parchment away from her hands and stared at it with intense curiosity. "Ya don't know what this is, do ya..." His kind, gray eyes glittered greedily, and his sweet smile turned sour.
Deep inside, she knew what the parchment was.
And Marie wanted it back.
I hope you liked it so far! Don't worry, I promise there'll be a whole lot of Johnny Depp and Orli in the next chapter! This is just the prologue. :)
Please R&R, thanks a lot!
