Barbossa's Remorse
Chapter two
"Well, this is very interesting," Jack said looking down at Francesca with a mischievous grin. Francesca then put a hand on her head moaning a bit in pain. She looked at him again noticing the position they were in.
"Get off of me Jack!" she said as she struggled to scoot out from under him. He smiled lazily at her conservative ways, as he stood up looking around for his hat. Francesca being use to being treated like a lady she extended her hand waiting for Jack to help her up, but she noticed he was not going to help her anytime soon. She sighed and climbed to her feet as she dusted her dress with her hands. Looking down where she had fallen she noticed Jacks hat bent all out of shape, she then bent down to grab it, "looking for his?" Jack stopped searching and looked at her.
"Blast! Now look what ye did to me hat," he snatched it from her as she crossed her arms in a displeased manner.
"It wasn't my fault we fell down the stairs. If you would have been looking where you were going we wouldn't have fell," she said pointing at him. Jack looked at her curiously tilting his head a bit surprise at the fact she displayed no fear towards him whatsoever. He then gave two steps towards her as if he was about to grab her, she then stepped back cautiously watching his every move.
"Well, if ye wouldn't have turned back I wouldn't have bumped into ye and we wouldn't have fell. Although, it would have been much better if ye would have fallen by yourself and not have dragged me along with ye," Jack said very fast which confused her for a moment, then she looked at him not believing the manners he displayed. That was no way to talk to a lady, thenagain she remembered this man was no gentleman, he was a pirate. A man who cared nothing about others but himself. Some how the idea of him not caring for her exasperated her.
Her eyes widened furiously, she then put up her arms letting them fall to her sides giving a sigh calming down trying to forget the matter.
"Would you just please take me to my cabin?" she asked annoyed.
"Aye, that's if ye don't plan on fallin' down again," he opened the door at the bottom of the stairs letting her into her cabin.
Francesca stepped into the semi-dark room looking around sniffing the air a bit, she then took a finger passing it on a table noticing dust on her finger tip. Noticing a very small window she walked over to it as she heard her own footsteps on the wooden floor. She looked back at Jack as he lit a candle to bring more light into the room.
"So? What do ye think?" Jack said standing against the wall crossing his arms.
"It smells like rum and candles in here, the room is all dusty, and I can't breath it so hot in here and all I have is this little window?" she said disappointed.
"Aye, well first of all this here be a pirate ship not a convent get use to it. Secondly, you're lucky to have that "little window" this cabin was built to be secret, and thirdly, ye haven't seen that vanity yer father got ye," Jack said pointing over to the left corner of the cabin. Fran turned to look at it as she walked over and noticed it was dust free compared to the rest of the cabin. She grabbed a silver coated brush that was sitting on the vanity and took a seat in front of it looking at herself in the mirror for a moment, she then admired the carving technique in which it was made.
"It's lovely," she said smiling to herself.
"Aye, it is, we got it of a Spanish vessel. Your father has very good taste. He said ye had to have it."
"My papa would butcher the world for me," she said as she smiled to herself putting down her raven black hair as it fell all the way to her waist, she then shook her head a bit passing her right hand through her hair. She then looked at Jack through the mirror noticing he was in awe.
"Well, I best get on deck, I'll send one of my cooks to let ye know when to come to dinner at my quarters," Jack then pushed himself off the wall and walked towards the door. He tried to open it but the door was hard to open due to the wooden door being swollen. Looking like a fool he turned to look at Francesca who was starring at him through the mirror of her vanity.
"Having trouble?" Fran asked mockingly holding back laughter. Jack only looked back at the door giving a strong pull hitting himself in the face. He then shook his head a bit and walked out hearing Francesca's laughter. He stopped for a moment asking himself why he had gotten nervous before this young woman who clearly couldn't have any power over him. She was a convent girl, and he was a man of the world. A man who had been in a million ports, who had seen and done things this innocent girl couldn't even dream of. So, why did she make him feel this way? He shook his head and walked off ignoring the matter.
Francesca sat before her vanity starring at herself for a long period of time. She then touched the mirror studying her reflection.
"Who are you Francesca? To the world what they see of you is reality, but they don't know the act life makes you perform, and this being the way it is you have the ability to trick them, to deceive them, but not your own heart," she contemplated herself again for a moment tilting her head a bit, "today I do not recognize who I see before me, my reflection doesn't show who I am in reality, but one day they will see who I am, that day will come. I don't want to appear to be something, I want to be reality. To lie is not to live," she passed her hand down the mirror and sighed.
Jack sat at the table as Barbossa came in closing the door behind him. He walked towards the table dropping into one of the chairs.
"What they be fightin' about?" Jack asked looking at Barbossa.
"What else? Francesca. Some think she's bad luck to have on board and the others want to have a look at 'er." Barbossa sighed
"Well that's to be expected," Jack looked curiously at Barbossa, "tell me Barbossa, who was Fran's mother? You've never told me about her I only remember so very little about her. was just a lad when ye brought her on board the ship when me father was alive," Jack asked leaning back in his chair. Barbossa sat quietly looking down at the table as if remembering something very tragic. He then looked up at Jack, as he did it was like going back in time, looking at Jack's father sit across from him once again. He started to drift off as he remembered it all too well.
Barbossa and Jack's father, Drake; also known as iron hands Drake due to his skill with the sword, had long ago begun the quest for the Aztec gold that now Jack and Barbossa sought. They had heard the tale from Spanish sailors who roamed the Caribbean islands. Barbossa and iron hands took it upon themselves to sail towards the Yucatan Peninsula and their Barbossa would make his way towards the outsides of Tenochtitlan, who the Spaniards had called Mexico City. There they were told that they should seek out one of the last of the Aztec tribes, fore the descendant of an Aztec priest held the key to the cursed treasure of Cortez.
Barbossa took twenty men with him leaving Drake on the shores of the Yucatan to have ready their escape with the descendant of the Aztec priest, and when Drake wasn't around the men knew it was very different. Barbossa had cruel and unusual tactics, to get what he wanted. The men feared him so and obeyed his every command.
As soon as they had arrived at the village he ordered the men to kill everyone in sight until the descendant of the priest came forth. They had massacred almost the entire village when finally all stood still and silent. Barbossa and his men noticed the silence as they stopped shooting and thrusting their swords. Barbossa mouth dropped open as he saw what walked towards him slowly, through the smoke of the campfires. She came into view, Barbossa had expected an elder man, something of that sort, instead it was a young woman. The most exquisite savage woman they could ever lay eyes on, her very presence demanded attention and her people even thought her to be the daughter of one of the gods themselves, nothing could explain her beauty, besides her blood came down from a line of Aztec priests, so it was very possible. They also believed that this was the heathen gods had trusted her with the knowledge of where the treasure had been all those years.
She stood before Barbossa and spoke in Spanish fore it was the only European language she knew, and Barbossa being the pirate he was it was a must to know it. Only that way was he able to conquer Spanish vessels with more than force.
"I have what you seek. All I ask is for you to let my people live," she looked around at the dead bodies on the ground, then at his men who starred at her motionless. Barbossa couldn't speak for a moment as he looked at her, studying the motion of her body up and down.
"Agreed, I'll leave your people alone if you come back with me," he finally said as he saw another young woman walk to her side, "what is your name?" he asked curiously.
"Marina, and this is my servant Ahtziri, she will come with me," she said looking at him then down towards his sword.
"Marina," Barbossa whispered, "from the sea eh? That is the meaning of the name. How ironic, because that's where we're going," he looked over his shoulder and nodded to three of his men who walked over to Marina and Ahtziri, "bring them!" Barbossa yelled and looked towards the village and the people still left standing. He grinned evilly as he turned towards his men, "kill them all! Burn everything!!" As he said this Marina struggled against the men who grabbed her dragging her along with her servant.
"You agreed!! You agreed to let my people be!!" She yelled at him.
" Firstly, yes I did and I shall, secondly I never agreed my men would, and thirdly you're in no position to request anything," he chuckled evilly as his men starred at him doubtfully, "I said burn it!!" The men carried out his orders more out of fear for themselves than anything.
Marina's hate for Barbossa grew with every passing day and he knew it. He could see it in her eyes. But still her beauty mesmerized him and he was determined to have her, and so one night at camp he did so. Taking advantage of her position, no one near to help her but Ahtziri, but what could a woman do against twenty pirate men? Only the horrifying screams from Marina were heard in the distant woods and his evil laughter. Ahtziri could only hold her breath and close her eyes how impotent she felt.
As they reached the Black Pearl, Drake was confused to see two native young women come on board. He walked over to Barbossa who shoved Marina forward as Drake caught her.
" There she be. Our key to the treasure," Barbossa grinned. Drake looked her up and down with a concerned expression on his face as he saw bruises on her body, face and that she was filled with silence not daring to look at him.
" What have you done?" Drake asked looking her up and down again.
" What had to be done. Don't worry mate I killed them all off and burned the village, that way we won't have to be worryin' about someone coming after us." Barbossa hurriedly shoved Ahtziri toward the quarters as Drake looked Marina over a bit more and slowly walked her over into the quarters after Barbossa and Ahtziri.
" You what?" Drake closed the door behind them and put his hands on his head pacing around, "are ye insane? I don't do things that way Barbossa!"
" Aww, don't be telling' me ye be a fair, honest pirate," Barbossa chuckled. Drake shook his head but it seemed the more authority he gave Barbossa the more cruelty he revealed.
Days, months went by, and Drake started to find himself watching, thinking, concerning himself with Marina. One afternoon he attempted to give her a wild flower from one of the islands they had docked ship at. She looked at it and rolled her eyes walking away from him. She didn't care anymore whether she lived or died, Barbossa had been trying to torture the map out of her, but she didn't yield to his beatings or rape.
Then the day came when she looked differently on Drake, he broke into Barbossa's cabin while he could hear her screams, tackling Barbossa on to the wooden floor not wanting to go to extremes.
" Ye ain't be touchin' her no more mate! I noticed her belly growing. I have a son 'o me own and I'll be damned if I sees ye kill yer own blood." Drake pulled her to her feet from the bed as she sobbed and took her away. Barbossa hadn't noticed it until Drake said those words, but yes, her belly had been growing.
From that day Marina began to develop a certain admiration for Drake, until the day came that she realized it had turned into love. She had already had her baby and Ahtziri was to be her nurse just like her mother had been nurse to Marina.
After Marina realizing her feelings for Drake, one afternoon she walked towards him as he over looked the sea leaning on the rail, and offered him the same wild flower he once had offered her. He looked into her eyes and automatically knew what she felt for him.
Five years passed and still Barbossa couldn't beat the map out of her. Barbossa looked confused every time he'd beat her a small grin would form on her lips, fore she had it tattooed on her back all along and Drake had already discovered it. All the times Barbossa had raped her he never even took the time to over look her back and she found it amusing. Only Drake had taken the time to over look her body completely and he had drawn the map according to the tattoo. Five years and Francesca had grown up on the pirate ship in company of Jack who was five years older than she. Five years Marina managed to keep what she had with Drake a secret, but no more.
Barbossa kicked Drake's cabin door open, he had been searching the entire ship for Marina and hadn't found her this was the only place left, besides he had already suspicions, and sure enough his suspicions were true. Ahtziri tried to stop him but it was no use, he had lost reason. Drake and Marina jumped from the bed and before Drake could speak a word Barbossa pulled out his pistol sending a bullet into his heart. Marina screamed wrapping herself with a blanket and sobbed putting a hand over her mouth, she starred down at Drakes lifeless body. Ahtziri entered the room to try and calm her down but Marina shoved her out of the way running on deck. It was a windy stormy night and the ship rocked back and forth violently, the waves brushed up over the deck. Ahtziri ran after her but afraid of the waves she stopped and only peered out of the quarters. Barbossa shoved Ahtziri out the way as he made his way to the deck starring at Marina who stood next to the railing looking down at the sea. She then looked back at him with the same hate in her eyes she always had for him.
"You have killed everything I ever loved, and for this I curse you! You will die by your own blood!" She said as if though she were the very goddess of her people as she stepped on the railing throwing herself into the dark violent sea of the night, becoming of the sea, thus honoring her name, Marina.
