I know many of you are waiting to see how Jack and Cat's relationship is
going to evolve, but I need to put this chapter in to clarify some things
about the medallion. I PROMISE that I will post chapter 9 soon. Thank you
again to all of my faithful readers and my pirate sisters! I love you all!
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Chapter 8: Daddy Dearest
"Sir! They were seen sailing off of the coast of Tortuga two days past. We shall never find them!" The General reeled on the Commodore, clearly irritated.
"Norrington, we will not let these pirates take her again! I have spent many days, longer than I care count, searching for Catherine. She is my daughter and your betrothed. Would you rather have her live among pirates or serve you for the rest of her days? Have you no decency?
On the outside Lucas Van Dorsel's face was a picture of concern, but rage coursed inside of him. He had been in disbelief when he heard that the daughter that had died by his hand three years ago had been seen in the company of pirates. It was his mistake to announce that she had disappeared under unknown circumstances, and would be his downfall if he were not the one to reach her first.
He walked from the helm, casting a warning glance in Norrington's direction, to his quarters below. On the oak desk positioned in the middle of the room, was a large, bound leather book. Sunlight gleamed off of the cover, creating an ethereal glow. The words that this book held were more powerful than the formalities exchanged each day.
He saw the stark terror that had been etched into her features even after death, as he knocked the book from her hands. An unknown feeling had come over him that day, a feeling of intense power that he would do anything to alter. Now he was drawn to its intense power, it would no longer release its hold on him. He would have to the true power when he possessed the medallion.
When her blood had spilled onto the book, it had bound itself from another using it. The medallion was the key to unbinding the book and to gain power over all. He would conquer far away lands and gain a life of riches. He had killed those he loved for the medallion, but one uncovered the truth and stole the medallion away from him.
He could still hear the screams of his daughter echoing in his head. Her eyes were wide when she saw how much of her blood was spilled from a single knife wound. He could hear the angry shouts of his son as he finally confronted him with the truth of his sister's and mother's deaths. In the dead of night his son had left, leaving nothing behind and taking only the medallion.
Lucas threw the book on the floor in anger. How could the girl still live? He had watched her die; her eyes fill with confusion at why someone she trusted with her life had done anything to destroy it. Now, pirates who would take advantage of the situation had found her. He had to get to her before they took possession of the medallion. It was just within his reach, and he would not relinquish his hold on it this time.
He turned his gaze toward the cabin window, wishing silently that he could somehow find another way of locating the medallion. Absentmindedly, he reached for the book, picking it up form the floor. He moved to open the book, but a green light enveloped it, not allowing him to open it. He tugged on the cover with increasing frustration, finally throwing the book violently on the floor. He stormed out of the cabin. The book remained unopened on the floor.
Wind rushed into the cabin through the open window. The pages of the book fluttered open, carrying with them on the wind the faint sound of a woman's amused laughter.
Chapter 8: Daddy Dearest
"Sir! They were seen sailing off of the coast of Tortuga two days past. We shall never find them!" The General reeled on the Commodore, clearly irritated.
"Norrington, we will not let these pirates take her again! I have spent many days, longer than I care count, searching for Catherine. She is my daughter and your betrothed. Would you rather have her live among pirates or serve you for the rest of her days? Have you no decency?
On the outside Lucas Van Dorsel's face was a picture of concern, but rage coursed inside of him. He had been in disbelief when he heard that the daughter that had died by his hand three years ago had been seen in the company of pirates. It was his mistake to announce that she had disappeared under unknown circumstances, and would be his downfall if he were not the one to reach her first.
He walked from the helm, casting a warning glance in Norrington's direction, to his quarters below. On the oak desk positioned in the middle of the room, was a large, bound leather book. Sunlight gleamed off of the cover, creating an ethereal glow. The words that this book held were more powerful than the formalities exchanged each day.
He saw the stark terror that had been etched into her features even after death, as he knocked the book from her hands. An unknown feeling had come over him that day, a feeling of intense power that he would do anything to alter. Now he was drawn to its intense power, it would no longer release its hold on him. He would have to the true power when he possessed the medallion.
When her blood had spilled onto the book, it had bound itself from another using it. The medallion was the key to unbinding the book and to gain power over all. He would conquer far away lands and gain a life of riches. He had killed those he loved for the medallion, but one uncovered the truth and stole the medallion away from him.
He could still hear the screams of his daughter echoing in his head. Her eyes were wide when she saw how much of her blood was spilled from a single knife wound. He could hear the angry shouts of his son as he finally confronted him with the truth of his sister's and mother's deaths. In the dead of night his son had left, leaving nothing behind and taking only the medallion.
Lucas threw the book on the floor in anger. How could the girl still live? He had watched her die; her eyes fill with confusion at why someone she trusted with her life had done anything to destroy it. Now, pirates who would take advantage of the situation had found her. He had to get to her before they took possession of the medallion. It was just within his reach, and he would not relinquish his hold on it this time.
He turned his gaze toward the cabin window, wishing silently that he could somehow find another way of locating the medallion. Absentmindedly, he reached for the book, picking it up form the floor. He moved to open the book, but a green light enveloped it, not allowing him to open it. He tugged on the cover with increasing frustration, finally throwing the book violently on the floor. He stormed out of the cabin. The book remained unopened on the floor.
Wind rushed into the cabin through the open window. The pages of the book fluttered open, carrying with them on the wind the faint sound of a woman's amused laughter.