Chapter 32 – I Won't Have to Curse You Myself.
Sidi was afraid of being sent to a hospital for the insane. She knew Jonathan was not going to put up very long with a wife who refused to touch him. She didn't know what to do.
"Stop playing the victim." Victoria said coldly.
Sidi couldn't believe her insensitivity. "You don't understand." She sobbed. "You don't know what its like."
Victoria held her. "I do know what its like young one. It's a hazard of the trade." Sidi gaped at her. "You?"
"No woman is immune daughter. You did nothing to deserve it and above all you did nothing to invite it." Sidi threw herself in Victoria's lap and told the story of pretending to be a whore in the alley and how she let Jonathan have her there. "Lucky Jonathan" Victoria smiled. "Child, making your husband happy is not inviting a pack of wolves to rip you to shreads. You need to stop blaming yourself and put the blame where it belongs. Men are evil. Remember the power dear."
They were words Sidi needed to hear but no one seemed able to say to her. Constantly Victoria talked Sidi through feelings of guilt and shame. Constantly she supported and reassured the girl she was not to blame. Slowly Sidi started to unthaw and stop blaming herself. Jonathan noticed the difference and encouraged her. Sidi blossomed even more.
Time slowly bandaged the relationship bit by bit. He was out at sea for months and home briefly. He promised to remain faithful and considering what they had been through she was able to believe him. She was amazed at how the experience had made them stronger. She missed him when he was gone. Making love wasn't a trauma anymore. Slowly Sidi was coming back.
He had been home a month when Sidi confided to Victoria an embarassing condition that had appeared of which she could only confide to another woman. Victoria knew the day would come that she would have to educate the girl. She held her hand and explained the curse of women for hire. Her husband had made her dirty. He had given her a disease caught from another woman.
Sidi wanted blood. Suddenly the only thing she could feel for her lying cheating disgusting husband was loathing. She had suffered greatly at the hand of many men. They had abused her and made her a whore. They made her feel guilty and dirty. It took her so long to rise above it and now, now Jonathan was doing the same thing. She would not stand for it. She wouldn't have it. She wanted him gone. She wanted him dead.
Sidi burst into her home. "Get out!" She screamed at her husband. "Get out and NEVER come back! " She threw his coat and hat out the door.
Jack had no idea what was going on. "What is wrong with you?" He yelled. He grabbed her wrists to stop her from throwing his things out the door.
"You've been with other women. How many Jonathan? How long? Months? Years?"
She cried when she described the disease he had given her. Why did you make me do this? Why? Why did you treat me like one of your strumpets?!! You never cared how hard it was. You only care about yourself! She sobbed feeling dirty again.
Jack cringed.. "I didn't mean it. I couldn't help it. You made me do it. You forced me to do it. What was I supposed to do? Wait around until you decided to act like me wife again?! Everything is alright now! Why must you ruin it?"
"I hate you" she screamed. There were no tears this time. She slapped his face. " You never had any intention of staying faithful from the beginning! Get out. Never come back go live your sleazy life in a brothel. I don't care! Get out of my life! She spat in his face.
He stomped upstairs into their bedroom. "Oh don't you go blamin' it all on me. I don't need this" he yelled. "You need to be locked away!" He'd had an important trip planned anyway. Jack picked up his cutlass, and grabbed the compass that didn't point North. He talked it out with Bill Turner and he was ready anytime to go with him. All they needed now was to to get to Tortuga and gather a suitable crew.
He swung around to face her. "I stuck it out with you through all your babies and whining. You never once wondered what I wanted. You never once asked me what would make me happy. You wouldn't even try to satisfy me in bed. Now this?? I've 'ad it. It will be a pleasure to not ta be worrin' 'bout a needy clingy weepy wife 'o hates to be with 'er 'usband! " He raged.
"Like you ever did! I hate you you selfish spoiled child!" she screamed and lifted her hand to strike him again. He grabbed her wrist and threw her arm down.
" Save it luv. No worries. I'm not comin' back." he said scathingly and he walked out the door. He stopped and looked back at her. "An by the way, you're right. I never had any intention of lettin' you keep me on a chain luv. Too many women out there that I ain't tried yet." He slammed the door.
Sidi threw herself down on her bed and cried. She felt such rage and anger. She wanted him to suffer. Somehow she wanted him to suffer as much as she had.
"I will get even with you." she sobbed. I will. I want you dead!"
Her fist came down hard on the bed. Her journal slid to her hand. She looked at it lying next to her and opened it to a drawing she had made earlier of a piece of Aztec gold that had been revealed to her in the crystal. She looked back through the pages of notes she had taken searching every word and every picture she had drawn over the past year.. Oh my God she gasped. A victorious smile crossed her lips. She started to laugh. Destiny!! Oh my God, it's Destiny!! She ran to the window and watched him march out to his horse.
"Oh Jonathan this is so much better than death. Do have fun on the Isle de Muerta. I'm not even going to have to curse you myself."
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Nivashi's Grip
Chapter One – And So it Goes.
Bill Turner struggled against the straps that held him trapped under the water. He thought he would go insane. How long had it been, weeks, months, years? If he stayed prisoner much longer he'd go insane. Bill's head turned. What was that? Was it one of them? He had no clue what "they" were. The only thing he knew is what "they" did. Time after time he'd see one of the creatures pull a struggling man to the ocean floor and hurl him about until the life drained from him. It was a macabre dance and Bill was almost positive now that the evil creatures were wrenching the very souls out of those unfortunate enough to find themselves in their grip. The creatures had approached and inspected him when he came hurtling into the depths. They came at him like sharks to a school of goldfish. But they'd stopped and almost recoiled. Every once in a while one or two of them seemed to check up on his status. Could they know that he was cursed? Could they be waiting for the curse to be lifted to do to him what he'd seen them do to countless other men? Would they also drown him and break his body stealing his soul for God knows what?
Bill again turned his attention to the straps. Damn it Barbossa you bastard. He was bound tight. They had killed Jack. There was no way he'd gotten off that island, and it was still uncertain if he'd perish himself but at least he'd made sure they'd live eternally as cursed men. He'd sent one piece of that gold home to his son. They'd not harm him if they knew he had the medallion. Leverage, his son had leverage. It was all he could think to do to protect him…………..