Chapter 5: The Sea Stretches Before You
Anamaria wrang out the water soaked cloth that she was using to wipe the girl's brow. She brushed it over her burning skin once again, collecting more stray beads of sweat that had crept their way down her forehead. Cat's face was contorted into an expression of agony. Anamaria felt a faint pang of sympathy for her. Anger quickly took over as she thought of the last person she had ever felt this for.
Emileigh Moore's green-eyed gaze was innocent enough, but when she fixed it on Captain Christian Sparrow, Anamaria felt envy's green vines take root inside of her.
Anamaria remembered the day that Emileigh had been taken aboard The Black Pearl. The girl's normally light strawberry-blonde hair hung around her face in sopping strands. She shivered, teeth chattering lightly, while reluctantly accepting the captain's coat from him. She eyed her rescuer with uncertainty, but under this mask she was deceptive; she was a witch. The words that she uttered over the medallion were surely not of this world.
Anamaria relaxed into a comfortable rocking chair placed closely to the bed as she let her mind wander; recalling the faithful night that that witch had stolen her lover's heart; never to release it but leading him to his death.
With this last vengeful thought, Anamaria's eyes closed drowsily, and she was enveloped in a dream world, drifting off to sleep.
* * *
Cat watched the scene unfolding in front of her with awe. The mysterious woman sat at a small table, clutching her medallion, and uttering a tongue Cat had never heard of over it.
The woman's words ran together, gathering momentum and power. Abruptly, she set the medallion on the table and unsheathed a small knife that had been hidden in the folds of her skirt. She stuck the knife into the warmly crackling fire until the tip grew red-hot. The woman pressed the tip into the back of the medallion, slowly and carefully carving something into it. She began to speak rapidly again, but this time Cat could hear the words, as they grew stronger with every syllable.
Os Nossos coracoes tocaram para mas um momento;
Mas destino era a razao ele foi enviado a mim
Eternamente.
Possa nossos ser fichario de nosso legado,
Nosso amor sempre procurado;
Entao umdia nos podemos estar juntos mais
Uma vez,
Em nome, em lagrimas, em amor, em pensar.
The medallion glowed brightly with her words. She took the now cooled knife and slit the palm of her hand. Scarlet blood blossomed from the wound as she let it drip d own onto the medallion.
The woman whirled around sharply, reacting to the sudden, sharp knock on the closed cabin door. Though she stood in front of the woman, Cat wasn't noticed as she walked to the door. Cat thought she saw something move in the shadows as the woman neared the door.
A man, who looked surprisingly like Jack, staggered into the room. Cat slowly backed away from the two, noticing that, unlike Jack, this man had deep, sapphire blue eyes that swirled like the ocean itself.
The woman locked him in a passionate kiss, and lured him seductively over to the table. Breaking the kiss, she moved to put the knife away; but "accidentally" found herself catching him with the knife instead.
He winced only slightly.
"Sorry Captain Sparrow," she feigned an apology.
" 's alright, luv, and please, Christian. We don 'ave to play games 'ny more." She nodded slowly in agreement. He smiled, showing several gold teeth in a smile identical to Jack's.
He leaned forward, locking her in a long, passionate kiss. The woman broke off the kiss, abruptly, looking away from him. She starred at the horizon of the glimmering lights in the distance.
"You'll only have me for a few minutes more, Captain Sparrow," she spoke, her voice trembling. "Did you want to say anything to me? Clearly you came here for something."
"Aye, luv. I needed to 'ell ya 'at I-" his words were cut off by shouts overhead.
"Captain Sparrow, we be needin' ya up on deck. We're comin' into port." Briskly, he walked to the door, turning to face her one last time, taking in her features, etching them into his memory.
"Goodbye, luv." The sound of his heavy boots on the staircase could be heard from the cabin.
"I love you too, Captain Sparrow," she whispered after him. "I love you too."
She traced the Captain's signature with her finger, coated with his blood, sealing the pact.
"We will meet again, Christian, as it was meant to be." Clasping the medallion around her neck, she walked slowly out of the room, shedding silent tears.
Cat watched the doorway with confusion long after the mysterious woman had gone. She jumped slightly when she saw a younger version of the woman who had been with Jack, escape from the shadows. The woman was dressed in men's clothing, and she had bound her breasts, but the mixed look of shock and anger made her unmistakable.
The woman crept out of the room, soundlessly. Stealing glances around her, nervously; clearly afraid of someone discovering her desperately hidden identity.
Cat moved to follow her, but stopped short as a wave of dizziness washed over her. Darkness threatened to overtake her, and Cat vowed not to give in this time. With each passing moment it was harder to breathe. Exhaling loudly, Cat finally gave in to the ominous black.
AN: If you want to know what the spell says in English (it is now in Portugese) please e-mail me and I'll give you the translation. I should have the next chapter posted very soon, so keep checking back. Thanks to Felicity Wood, SuzzieQue, and especially my dear sister TurnersCorset for reviewing. For those who haven't, PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!! Thanks!
Anamaria wrang out the water soaked cloth that she was using to wipe the girl's brow. She brushed it over her burning skin once again, collecting more stray beads of sweat that had crept their way down her forehead. Cat's face was contorted into an expression of agony. Anamaria felt a faint pang of sympathy for her. Anger quickly took over as she thought of the last person she had ever felt this for.
Emileigh Moore's green-eyed gaze was innocent enough, but when she fixed it on Captain Christian Sparrow, Anamaria felt envy's green vines take root inside of her.
Anamaria remembered the day that Emileigh had been taken aboard The Black Pearl. The girl's normally light strawberry-blonde hair hung around her face in sopping strands. She shivered, teeth chattering lightly, while reluctantly accepting the captain's coat from him. She eyed her rescuer with uncertainty, but under this mask she was deceptive; she was a witch. The words that she uttered over the medallion were surely not of this world.
Anamaria relaxed into a comfortable rocking chair placed closely to the bed as she let her mind wander; recalling the faithful night that that witch had stolen her lover's heart; never to release it but leading him to his death.
With this last vengeful thought, Anamaria's eyes closed drowsily, and she was enveloped in a dream world, drifting off to sleep.
* * *
Cat watched the scene unfolding in front of her with awe. The mysterious woman sat at a small table, clutching her medallion, and uttering a tongue Cat had never heard of over it.
The woman's words ran together, gathering momentum and power. Abruptly, she set the medallion on the table and unsheathed a small knife that had been hidden in the folds of her skirt. She stuck the knife into the warmly crackling fire until the tip grew red-hot. The woman pressed the tip into the back of the medallion, slowly and carefully carving something into it. She began to speak rapidly again, but this time Cat could hear the words, as they grew stronger with every syllable.
Os Nossos coracoes tocaram para mas um momento;
Mas destino era a razao ele foi enviado a mim
Eternamente.
Possa nossos ser fichario de nosso legado,
Nosso amor sempre procurado;
Entao umdia nos podemos estar juntos mais
Uma vez,
Em nome, em lagrimas, em amor, em pensar.
The medallion glowed brightly with her words. She took the now cooled knife and slit the palm of her hand. Scarlet blood blossomed from the wound as she let it drip d own onto the medallion.
The woman whirled around sharply, reacting to the sudden, sharp knock on the closed cabin door. Though she stood in front of the woman, Cat wasn't noticed as she walked to the door. Cat thought she saw something move in the shadows as the woman neared the door.
A man, who looked surprisingly like Jack, staggered into the room. Cat slowly backed away from the two, noticing that, unlike Jack, this man had deep, sapphire blue eyes that swirled like the ocean itself.
The woman locked him in a passionate kiss, and lured him seductively over to the table. Breaking the kiss, she moved to put the knife away; but "accidentally" found herself catching him with the knife instead.
He winced only slightly.
"Sorry Captain Sparrow," she feigned an apology.
" 's alright, luv, and please, Christian. We don 'ave to play games 'ny more." She nodded slowly in agreement. He smiled, showing several gold teeth in a smile identical to Jack's.
He leaned forward, locking her in a long, passionate kiss. The woman broke off the kiss, abruptly, looking away from him. She starred at the horizon of the glimmering lights in the distance.
"You'll only have me for a few minutes more, Captain Sparrow," she spoke, her voice trembling. "Did you want to say anything to me? Clearly you came here for something."
"Aye, luv. I needed to 'ell ya 'at I-" his words were cut off by shouts overhead.
"Captain Sparrow, we be needin' ya up on deck. We're comin' into port." Briskly, he walked to the door, turning to face her one last time, taking in her features, etching them into his memory.
"Goodbye, luv." The sound of his heavy boots on the staircase could be heard from the cabin.
"I love you too, Captain Sparrow," she whispered after him. "I love you too."
She traced the Captain's signature with her finger, coated with his blood, sealing the pact.
"We will meet again, Christian, as it was meant to be." Clasping the medallion around her neck, she walked slowly out of the room, shedding silent tears.
Cat watched the doorway with confusion long after the mysterious woman had gone. She jumped slightly when she saw a younger version of the woman who had been with Jack, escape from the shadows. The woman was dressed in men's clothing, and she had bound her breasts, but the mixed look of shock and anger made her unmistakable.
The woman crept out of the room, soundlessly. Stealing glances around her, nervously; clearly afraid of someone discovering her desperately hidden identity.
Cat moved to follow her, but stopped short as a wave of dizziness washed over her. Darkness threatened to overtake her, and Cat vowed not to give in this time. With each passing moment it was harder to breathe. Exhaling loudly, Cat finally gave in to the ominous black.
AN: If you want to know what the spell says in English (it is now in Portugese) please e-mail me and I'll give you the translation. I should have the next chapter posted very soon, so keep checking back. Thanks to Felicity Wood, SuzzieQue, and especially my dear sister TurnersCorset for reviewing. For those who haven't, PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!! Thanks!