Only the Truth
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You decided the only thing you could do was to go and kind somewhere to stay for the night. You only had enough money for two nights and meals. That man, Captain Jack Sparrow he called himself... who was he? He couldn't be the infamous Captain that had gone on that amazing adventure to capture his ship, the Black Pearl? Your mind wandered until you tripped over a stone in the street. You fell face forward onto the dirty street. Quickly you made an attempt to get up, until you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned to see an old man dressed like a gypsy. He helped you up.
"Thank you, sir," you said and when you were just about to turn to walk in the direction you had come from, too embarrassed to look at the old man again.
"I think you should go this way, ma'am" he said to your turned back. You had to respond.
"Oh yes?" you asked questioningly.
"Yes, there is a quite nice inn down this street. Free of any drunken men and smelly sea dogs. You really should go there." He was being quite nice for a stranger.
"Thank you" you said again. How had he known you wanted a meal and a place to stay? You were just about to ask him this, when you looked and saw that he wasn't there anymore. It seemed like everyone was deserting you today. You took the mans advice and walked down the street. Just as you suspected, there was no nice inn free of drunken men and sea dogs. If anything, there were ONLY inns with drunken men and sea dogs in them. Exasperate, you continued down the street. Something caught your eye; it was a house on the top of a hill above the town you had never noticed before. Struck by curiosity, you decided to ask someone to tell you what it was.
"Excuse me miss" you said to a woman passing by you on the street." Can you tell me where that is?" You pointed at the house.
"What miss?" she said with a questioning look on her face.
"That house on the hill" you said pointing again.
"I'm sorry miss, I don't see anything" you sighed. Where you hallucinating? Why couldn't she see it? After asking plenty other people that clearly thought you were a loon, you decided to go and see for yourself whether the place was real or not. You climbed up the hill. Although it looked steep from the town, it was very easy to climb and it was a relief to get such fresh air away from the aromas of the town. You finally reached the door and knocked. When no one answered, you opened the door.
"Hello?" you asked. No answer. "Hello? HELLO?" you were just about to leave when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You were relieved to see the old man who helped you up in the street.
"Welcome Milady" he said. "So nice to see you again. My name is Melquiades" he said. "I am the owner of this house. How funny you stumbled upon it? Couldn't you find the inn?"
"Actually, no" you said. "There wasn't one like the inn you described. I really must go now" You were desperate to leave. You didn't feel trustful of this man.
"Where are you going to?" he asked.
"A party" you lied.
"Ah, who's party?" he said.
"My fiancés party." You lied again.
"How can you go to his party when you are not welcome in his home?" he said.
"Excuse me!" you were shocked. Was he following you? "Have you been following me, sir?" you asked.
"No, not at all. I just knew" you didn't believe him for a second.
"I really must go" you said, now ever anxious to get out.
"I can help you with the curse" he said. Now you were very afraid. How did he know?
"Listen, I don't know you and I'd like to know how you have acquired all this information" you were very confused.
"I am the one who can help you cure it" he said. Now you were flushed with anger and fury.
"You are mistaken," you sputtered.
"No, I am not" he said. "Your mother was Charlotte Macondo. I knew her personally. She was raised in my village. Since all the women in my village were too old to court and no new children were being born, Charlotte became our entire villages daughter. When she was old enough, she wanted to visit where her kin was. She left to Port Royal. She came back a married woman, pregnant with you. You were born on our island." You knew this couldn't be happening! It couldn't be true! Yes, your mothers name was Charlotte, but she was raised in Port Royal! You let him continue after he gave you a moment of thought.
"Your father was a sea man. He left your mother and you often to sail all across the world. One day his luck wore thin and pirates attacked his ship. He sank to the bottom of the sea, never being able to see you and your mother again. Your mother then packed her things and permanently settled in Port Royal. She raised you and then..."he trailed off. You knew the rest of the story. She was murdered by a drunken man when you were 18, old enough to take care of yourself. But what did this have to do with the curse? You remembered the day it happened...
You were 16 when you found a book in the park. You felt lucky to have found it and immediately showed it to your mother. She told you to put it back because you didn't know what it was and whom it belonged to. Of course this only made you want the book more, and you took it home. That night you opened the book. It was filled with inscriptions. You couldn't read any of them. But on the very last page there was something written at the very bottom. It was an incantation. You read it to yourself quietly. Nothing happened and you were annoyed with the book, so you chucked it out the window. The next day, you felt the terror of lying about everything! You couldn't help yourself, it just happened. You then realized that it had to do with the book. You tried to find it, but it wasn't anywhere out side the window you chucked it out of. The pain sunk in as you realized that you would have to live with this curse...the curse of not being able to tell the truth. You hadn't told the truth about anything since. You told Andrew you loved him, although you knew you didn't. He was an awful man. Not to you, though. "Not till today" you reminded yourself. You felt tears swell up in your eyes and snapped back into reality.
"Please miss, don't cry" You had almost forgotten Melquiades was there. You looked up and smiled at him. Maybe he wasn't a mad stalker. "Please sit down, we can have tea over this discussion". Then you remembered that he had said the words you had wanted to hear for a long time. It rung in your ears " I am the one who can help you /b it."
"I'd love to have tea with you" you said very quietly still crying. Would he really be able to help you?
Could anyone help you...
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Author's Note: Yay! I got reviews!
You decided the only thing you could do was to go and kind somewhere to stay for the night. You only had enough money for two nights and meals. That man, Captain Jack Sparrow he called himself... who was he? He couldn't be the infamous Captain that had gone on that amazing adventure to capture his ship, the Black Pearl? Your mind wandered until you tripped over a stone in the street. You fell face forward onto the dirty street. Quickly you made an attempt to get up, until you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned to see an old man dressed like a gypsy. He helped you up.
"Thank you, sir," you said and when you were just about to turn to walk in the direction you had come from, too embarrassed to look at the old man again.
"I think you should go this way, ma'am" he said to your turned back. You had to respond.
"Oh yes?" you asked questioningly.
"Yes, there is a quite nice inn down this street. Free of any drunken men and smelly sea dogs. You really should go there." He was being quite nice for a stranger.
"Thank you" you said again. How had he known you wanted a meal and a place to stay? You were just about to ask him this, when you looked and saw that he wasn't there anymore. It seemed like everyone was deserting you today. You took the mans advice and walked down the street. Just as you suspected, there was no nice inn free of drunken men and sea dogs. If anything, there were ONLY inns with drunken men and sea dogs in them. Exasperate, you continued down the street. Something caught your eye; it was a house on the top of a hill above the town you had never noticed before. Struck by curiosity, you decided to ask someone to tell you what it was.
"Excuse me miss" you said to a woman passing by you on the street." Can you tell me where that is?" You pointed at the house.
"What miss?" she said with a questioning look on her face.
"That house on the hill" you said pointing again.
"I'm sorry miss, I don't see anything" you sighed. Where you hallucinating? Why couldn't she see it? After asking plenty other people that clearly thought you were a loon, you decided to go and see for yourself whether the place was real or not. You climbed up the hill. Although it looked steep from the town, it was very easy to climb and it was a relief to get such fresh air away from the aromas of the town. You finally reached the door and knocked. When no one answered, you opened the door.
"Hello?" you asked. No answer. "Hello? HELLO?" you were just about to leave when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You were relieved to see the old man who helped you up in the street.
"Welcome Milady" he said. "So nice to see you again. My name is Melquiades" he said. "I am the owner of this house. How funny you stumbled upon it? Couldn't you find the inn?"
"Actually, no" you said. "There wasn't one like the inn you described. I really must go now" You were desperate to leave. You didn't feel trustful of this man.
"Where are you going to?" he asked.
"A party" you lied.
"Ah, who's party?" he said.
"My fiancés party." You lied again.
"How can you go to his party when you are not welcome in his home?" he said.
"Excuse me!" you were shocked. Was he following you? "Have you been following me, sir?" you asked.
"No, not at all. I just knew" you didn't believe him for a second.
"I really must go" you said, now ever anxious to get out.
"I can help you with the curse" he said. Now you were very afraid. How did he know?
"Listen, I don't know you and I'd like to know how you have acquired all this information" you were very confused.
"I am the one who can help you cure it" he said. Now you were flushed with anger and fury.
"You are mistaken," you sputtered.
"No, I am not" he said. "Your mother was Charlotte Macondo. I knew her personally. She was raised in my village. Since all the women in my village were too old to court and no new children were being born, Charlotte became our entire villages daughter. When she was old enough, she wanted to visit where her kin was. She left to Port Royal. She came back a married woman, pregnant with you. You were born on our island." You knew this couldn't be happening! It couldn't be true! Yes, your mothers name was Charlotte, but she was raised in Port Royal! You let him continue after he gave you a moment of thought.
"Your father was a sea man. He left your mother and you often to sail all across the world. One day his luck wore thin and pirates attacked his ship. He sank to the bottom of the sea, never being able to see you and your mother again. Your mother then packed her things and permanently settled in Port Royal. She raised you and then..."he trailed off. You knew the rest of the story. She was murdered by a drunken man when you were 18, old enough to take care of yourself. But what did this have to do with the curse? You remembered the day it happened...
You were 16 when you found a book in the park. You felt lucky to have found it and immediately showed it to your mother. She told you to put it back because you didn't know what it was and whom it belonged to. Of course this only made you want the book more, and you took it home. That night you opened the book. It was filled with inscriptions. You couldn't read any of them. But on the very last page there was something written at the very bottom. It was an incantation. You read it to yourself quietly. Nothing happened and you were annoyed with the book, so you chucked it out the window. The next day, you felt the terror of lying about everything! You couldn't help yourself, it just happened. You then realized that it had to do with the book. You tried to find it, but it wasn't anywhere out side the window you chucked it out of. The pain sunk in as you realized that you would have to live with this curse...the curse of not being able to tell the truth. You hadn't told the truth about anything since. You told Andrew you loved him, although you knew you didn't. He was an awful man. Not to you, though. "Not till today" you reminded yourself. You felt tears swell up in your eyes and snapped back into reality.
"Please miss, don't cry" You had almost forgotten Melquiades was there. You looked up and smiled at him. Maybe he wasn't a mad stalker. "Please sit down, we can have tea over this discussion". Then you remembered that he had said the words you had wanted to hear for a long time. It rung in your ears " I am the one who can help you /b it."
"I'd love to have tea with you" you said very quietly still crying. Would he really be able to help you?
Could anyone help you...
******* I hope you liked it! Please review and make me happy! (