CHAPTER 14
Delora leaned against the wall and started staring. What use was it to worry? "Curse the pirates." Delora said. She looked fine, but inside she was simply screaming out loud for freedom.
"My fault for getting engaged in piracy. And my bloody house. And my bloody status. I'm the idiotic daughter of the governer. And just because I'm Delora Edan." Delora whispered to herself. "I hate myself." She wished she had a sword now. Just to cut herself and die. Not to be cursed, as she would be soon...
She curled up in a corner and twirled her fingers on the floor. A single tear brushed her cheek. The Black Pearl. Perhaps what Jack wanted was simply 'pleasurable company'. Oh the darn luck.
Hours later, the ship had stopped at a dock. Delora was dragged out of the brig. "Stop it!" Delora shouted and when she was thrown onto the dock, she had her arm bruised.
She looked up and saw the village empty. From experience, she knew that the villagers had been afraid of pirates ever since the attack from Barbossa. Delora was held by her arms by two pirates. She tried struggling which was no use. Jack didn't know about the curse. He had been left on an island when she was being cursed. The darn luck. She had no idea why Barbossa wanted to come back to curse her. But she knew, however, the reason Barbossa did not take the treasure to complete the curse.
When they had reached the backyard of the mansion, Delora was thrown down again. The backyard was filled with weeds and dead flowers. "Now, child, tell us how to get to the treasure." a pirate said. When Delora kept silent, he kicked her, and Delora gave a soft sob.
Delora slowly looked up and pointed to a part of the wall. As a pirate hit the wall, a passageway appeared in the middle of the backyard floor. Delora was dragged in, along with the others, and was thrown down the steps. Unable to control her hurt, she cried out, then asked, "Captain, can I have your sword?" Jack ignored her and pushed open another door and beyond the door was a room with stunning white walls. Inside the room were trunks, chests, and treasure piled everywhere.
"It'll be soon." Delora whispered to herself.
"What be soon?" Gibbs asked, bending down beside her.
Before Delora replied, the pirates had gone to take the treasure. Delora widened her eyes in horror as she felt her breath shortening every moment. She clutched her stomach and finally gave a scream. She dropped to the floor, crying.
Jack turned to look at Delora. He walked towards her. "Are ye alright, luv?" He bent down and started to reach for her cheek.
"Don't touch me." Delora whispered. Jack's hand brushed across her face and a certain coldness stayed in his hand before the warmth returned. Delora was transparent? He couldn't touch her. His hand went through her. But he couldn't look through her. The pirates turned around, their arms carrying the treasure.
"Mary, Mother of God! What happened?" Gibbs asked, looking at Delora.
Delora, still on the floor, cried, and said through sobs, "I'm cursed. And you bloody pirates love to have me cursed. I hate you pirates! The heartless, cruel pirates. And for Barbossa as well." Delora gave a bitter laugh. "To hell with pirates."
"Delora-" Jack started, bending down to touch her, but backed away holding his hands.
Delora raised her head to look at him. "And you, captain. That was just a one-night stand, wasn't it? Why go through all that just to get me, when you have other girls to look for? And see now you've gotten rid of me, just like you wanted to." Delora took a last look at Jack, then got up and ran. She tried wiping away her tears, but couldn't even feel herself.
Where could she go? As she reached the dock she jumped into the water. She opened her eyes. For once she felt free. But human contact was ever so impossible now...
When Delora poked her head out of the water, she saw an island and climbed aboard. There were people fighting, women flirting. Oh and for goodness sake, putting their skirts over other men. Delora didn't care. As long as no one noticed her.
"Well, a lady pirate, is it?" a man holding a bottle of rum said. "Not seen one for years..." He burped and Delora fanned the smell away, disgusted. She smoothed out her clothes, which were purple and white. She wore pants underneath, in case of attacks. But now it was no use. No one could touch her ever again.
"Well me lady-" the man started, trying to grab Delora, but he shouted and dropped the rum bottle. His hand had turned cold and he was alarmed. He tried grabbing Delora's long black hair, but his hand went through it too. "A ghost! A ghost in Tortuga!"
Heads started turning and Delora panicked. What were they going to do with her? As people started reaching for her, they all stared at her, feeling coldness in their hands. "What should we do?" someone asked.
"Burn her!" someone shouted back.
"Oh you idiot, ghosts can't be burned!"
"Make way!" a fat woman appeared. "These bells will scare ghosts away..." The fat woman rang bells in front of Delora, but she didn't move.
"Oh hell, Marshie, it doesn't work!"
"Shut up! I'm not a ghost!" Delora shouted. "Fancy you all calling me a ghost in broad daylight!" Delora ran through the people and hid behind a building. A tabby cat ran up to her, and she reached out to touch it. Upon feeling the cold, the cat ran away. Delora curled up and cried softly.
Delora leaned against the wall and started staring. What use was it to worry? "Curse the pirates." Delora said. She looked fine, but inside she was simply screaming out loud for freedom.
"My fault for getting engaged in piracy. And my bloody house. And my bloody status. I'm the idiotic daughter of the governer. And just because I'm Delora Edan." Delora whispered to herself. "I hate myself." She wished she had a sword now. Just to cut herself and die. Not to be cursed, as she would be soon...
She curled up in a corner and twirled her fingers on the floor. A single tear brushed her cheek. The Black Pearl. Perhaps what Jack wanted was simply 'pleasurable company'. Oh the darn luck.
Hours later, the ship had stopped at a dock. Delora was dragged out of the brig. "Stop it!" Delora shouted and when she was thrown onto the dock, she had her arm bruised.
She looked up and saw the village empty. From experience, she knew that the villagers had been afraid of pirates ever since the attack from Barbossa. Delora was held by her arms by two pirates. She tried struggling which was no use. Jack didn't know about the curse. He had been left on an island when she was being cursed. The darn luck. She had no idea why Barbossa wanted to come back to curse her. But she knew, however, the reason Barbossa did not take the treasure to complete the curse.
When they had reached the backyard of the mansion, Delora was thrown down again. The backyard was filled with weeds and dead flowers. "Now, child, tell us how to get to the treasure." a pirate said. When Delora kept silent, he kicked her, and Delora gave a soft sob.
Delora slowly looked up and pointed to a part of the wall. As a pirate hit the wall, a passageway appeared in the middle of the backyard floor. Delora was dragged in, along with the others, and was thrown down the steps. Unable to control her hurt, she cried out, then asked, "Captain, can I have your sword?" Jack ignored her and pushed open another door and beyond the door was a room with stunning white walls. Inside the room were trunks, chests, and treasure piled everywhere.
"It'll be soon." Delora whispered to herself.
"What be soon?" Gibbs asked, bending down beside her.
Before Delora replied, the pirates had gone to take the treasure. Delora widened her eyes in horror as she felt her breath shortening every moment. She clutched her stomach and finally gave a scream. She dropped to the floor, crying.
Jack turned to look at Delora. He walked towards her. "Are ye alright, luv?" He bent down and started to reach for her cheek.
"Don't touch me." Delora whispered. Jack's hand brushed across her face and a certain coldness stayed in his hand before the warmth returned. Delora was transparent? He couldn't touch her. His hand went through her. But he couldn't look through her. The pirates turned around, their arms carrying the treasure.
"Mary, Mother of God! What happened?" Gibbs asked, looking at Delora.
Delora, still on the floor, cried, and said through sobs, "I'm cursed. And you bloody pirates love to have me cursed. I hate you pirates! The heartless, cruel pirates. And for Barbossa as well." Delora gave a bitter laugh. "To hell with pirates."
"Delora-" Jack started, bending down to touch her, but backed away holding his hands.
Delora raised her head to look at him. "And you, captain. That was just a one-night stand, wasn't it? Why go through all that just to get me, when you have other girls to look for? And see now you've gotten rid of me, just like you wanted to." Delora took a last look at Jack, then got up and ran. She tried wiping away her tears, but couldn't even feel herself.
Where could she go? As she reached the dock she jumped into the water. She opened her eyes. For once she felt free. But human contact was ever so impossible now...
When Delora poked her head out of the water, she saw an island and climbed aboard. There were people fighting, women flirting. Oh and for goodness sake, putting their skirts over other men. Delora didn't care. As long as no one noticed her.
"Well, a lady pirate, is it?" a man holding a bottle of rum said. "Not seen one for years..." He burped and Delora fanned the smell away, disgusted. She smoothed out her clothes, which were purple and white. She wore pants underneath, in case of attacks. But now it was no use. No one could touch her ever again.
"Well me lady-" the man started, trying to grab Delora, but he shouted and dropped the rum bottle. His hand had turned cold and he was alarmed. He tried grabbing Delora's long black hair, but his hand went through it too. "A ghost! A ghost in Tortuga!"
Heads started turning and Delora panicked. What were they going to do with her? As people started reaching for her, they all stared at her, feeling coldness in their hands. "What should we do?" someone asked.
"Burn her!" someone shouted back.
"Oh you idiot, ghosts can't be burned!"
"Make way!" a fat woman appeared. "These bells will scare ghosts away..." The fat woman rang bells in front of Delora, but she didn't move.
"Oh hell, Marshie, it doesn't work!"
"Shut up! I'm not a ghost!" Delora shouted. "Fancy you all calling me a ghost in broad daylight!" Delora ran through the people and hid behind a building. A tabby cat ran up to her, and she reached out to touch it. Upon feeling the cold, the cat ran away. Delora curled up and cried softly.