Ghosts of the Past
Chapter 1:
A/N: Okay! Here it is! Yes, I finally got my thoughts sorted out for the sequel and know exactly what will happen. Ha! I AM A GENIUS! Okay maybe not a genius... per say, maybe an intelligent intellectual. Or maybe I'm just a dumb blonde trying to write a sequel to a story that I actually finished and people liked. Anywho, here is the first chapter of my sequel, Ghosts of the Past. By the way this beginning part takes place eight years after my story.
Disclaimer: I don't like writing these things so I am going to say this one right here right now and that is it! Anything in this story that is related to Disney's Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl (with the exception of my characters and the plot) is all owned by Disney. This should make the big mouse happy, *Mickey mouse standing above on his balcony like Juliet, speaker rolls eyes* This is pathetic. I would also like to add that if I happen to use quotes from songs, movies, people's own words; I will give them the proper copyright. Thank you!
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An anxious man sat impatiently on a chair propped in a hallway waiting for the news of his and his wife's second child. He twiddled his thumbs constantly as the room behind him illuminated with the sound of painful screaming. She was in agony, he thought as he leapt from his seat now pacing the hallway floor bare. The shouts and screams continued until there was one last burst of energy put forth in a final shriek then all seemed to fall silent. Was the baby born?
The man had his hand over the handle of the door about ready to open it when the door was pulled back and the wet nurse stepped out of the room. Her blue tear stricken eyes starred up at the man unstable sobs seeping from her lips.
He grasped the woman's shoulder's in his hands shaking her roughly, "is she alright? Where is my child, our baby? What has happened?"
The young woman shuttered her body trembling with fear for she knew his wife and him very well and was deeply shocked by the present events. "I'm sorry s-ss-ir." Her feminine voice finally let out. He released his hold on the lass her weakened body falling straight to the floor crying even more as he shoved himself into the stench filled room.
What he witnessed next would stun his mind for the rest of his life. Her limp body was lying gracefully on the bed linens, her face as smooth as porcelain, her lips a light shade of pink though her skin was very pale. She looked every bit as beautiful as the day they were married, her youthful presence restored after all her years of stress. She and her newly born baby were put at ease, their souls at rest.
He leaned in close hugging her tightly, his saliva sticking to her face as he wept uncontrollably loud. His worn blacksmith hands ran through the locks of her sandy blonde hair as he cried aloud showing his pain to the world. Her body was lifted as he rocked her back and forth singing to her a song that during life had given her much joy. It was the only song he really knew so it wasn't hard for him to remember.
A young boy stood gazing through the open doorway at his once pleasant parents not entirely understanding what was going on. The only thing he recognized out of this slue of insane problems was his mother's favorite song. He stepped back away from the door relaxing his tense body in the chair and began singing quietly to himself. "We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot. Drink up me heart yo ho."
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THREE YEARS LATER:
"MUM! MUM!" Her green eyes gazed out from under her straw hat at us. "Mum! There's a letter!"
My sister ran far ahead of me up the small grassy hill and over to our mother, her blue dress waving in the tiny breeze as she galloped further. "Watch out Lyd's you'll trip on a rock!" I shouted up to her, in all my eleven years I had never seen a more spirited girl.
"I will not Alex!" She turned and spat at me not paying attention to where she was running and tripped over her own feet.
"Lydia, my peach, it seems you should listen to your brother more often." Our mother lifted her straw hat from her black curls and plopped it down on Lydia's head. Mother's laughter gave Lydia a reason to scorn me for my wisdom, of which she had none.
Mother scooted closer her long curls swaying to and fro on her back her cotton apron smudging on the ground protecting her plain dress from the newly distributed soil in our garden. "Now what, pray-tell, is this all about my luvs?"
"Mum?" Lydia lifted her chin trying to face her but the hat slid down in place of her eight-year-old expression. Mother removed the floppy straw hat from Lydia's head ridding her of her accidental hiding place. "Mum, this came today, just down at the gate moments ago," her crystal blue eyes examined the envelope reading the letters before her. "Who's Reynolds?"
Our mother's face went sour at the sound of that name, her usually rosy cheeks went white giving off a ghastly essence. "Mum, are you alright?" I pondered stepping closer to her kneeling body.
She shook out of her trance returning to her normal state, "hmm? Oh yes, I'm fine." She stood stretching her aching muscles before holding her hand out for the envelope. "Now listen my darlings, I want you to stay outside for a while. Go see your friend Edward if you want, but stay far from here, your father and I have many things to discuss, understand?" Her eyes beamed at both of us giving a fair warning that should be heeded.
"Yes Mum," we replied almost in unison.
Her smile warmed our lack of comprehension and gave way for slight understanding. "Good, now run along my luvs. Don't waste this day." With that we said our goodbyes and ran off in opposite directions.
Mother ran straight for the backdoor yanking it open and forcing her way in. "Sam! Samuel! Sam we have a problem!" She threw her hat on the table walking further into the house envelope in hand.
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My sister and I ran around to the front window stooping bellow the sill and watching not to mention listening to everything that was going on. Mother was furious and obviously very upset. Father on the other hand was calm and reassuring I suppose to try and soothe her enraged spirit.
"Alex! What's going on? I can't see a blasted thing!"
"Shut up Lydia!" I seethed at her, "do you want them to catch us?"
"No, but what's the big deal about listening in anyway?" She slumped on the ground slouching over into her own lap and pouting.
"Do you want to know what's in that envelope or what?" Her young face gleaming up at me with new light. "Something about that name brought chills to mom's spirit and made her look ill and I want to know what it is."
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"Justine, what's gotten into you?" He pulled his feet from the table in the dinning room and gazed up anxiously at his wife.
"This is what's gotten into me!" She tossed the envelope across the table at him. The parchment document was flipped upside down and as he turned it to face him he read the name in the black ink. "It's my father's handwriting.," she stated bluntly.
"Why would he write after all of these years? I thought we were supposed to be kept a secret?" His fingertips slid over the coarse grain of the paper.
"I know, I'm scared to find out what he wants or even needs. You know it is something of great importance for him to even write." Her sickly body leaned back on the wall with her arms crossed stubbornly across her chest. "Open it, Samuel, so we can get this over with."
He did as he was asked and the seal was broken his eyes scanning through the ink blotched letter. "What does it say? Sam read it aloud!" Her hands were now pressed on the table begging him to tell her of her father's news.
"Justine I'm so sorry." His words tumbled and fumbled as he broke away from the paper.
"What? What's wrong?" She slid around to his side of the wood table grabbing the parchment from him. Her eyes wondered tears falling from her eyes and down her cheeks.
My Dear Justine,
I wish that I could shower you with pleasant news perhaps of how rich and plump Ana and I have become down here in the Caribbean but sadly I cannot. About three years ago this very month Elizabeth and what was to be her second child died in birth. Will was completely and utterly horrified by this event and had absolutely no idea of what his next move could be.
Him and his first son lived alone for quite some time enjoying each other's company as much as possible and got along pretty well. That is up until five months ago when Jake, Will's son, slipped off the peer and drown in the water. Justine, I know how much you care for Will and that is why I ask this of you not to mention burden you and your family with this knowledge.
Please come back to Port Royal, if not for me for Will. A month and a half ago they declared him unstable and hostile. He has doctors and nurses watching him day and night writing his every move down on paper. He needs to get out of there! I know that there is nothing wrong with that man; he just lost a few loved ones and needs to feel alive again. He'll never get any better being locked up in that house like he is now.
Justine, please come back, we need you here. I want you here, besides it's been so long since Ana and I saw you and Samuel it'd be nice to see you again.
-Your Father
She sniffled gazing out the window down their dirt path and towards the Iron Gate. "You can notice that Ana helped him write this, he never was one for speeches."
"What are we going to do?" He paused waiting for her answer, "Justine?"
"I don't know." At that moment my idiot sister burst through the front door ignoring my shouts for her to stop. "Lydia?"
"The man at gate. The man that gave me the letter is at the gate!" Her small voice shrieked as her blonde braids dangled on her back.
"Thank you luv," Mother patted Lydia's head and ran out of the door.
"Jus- Justine! What are you doing?" Samuel shouted but gave in shortly as his wife continued down the dirt road.
Her hair was wild flying up like crows from her back, she could run fast but I suppose that she had to, to keep up with us. She stopped as she almost hit the gate a man in a black cloak atop his horse, "Sir! Please, I was wondering if you could tell me where this letter came from." He ignored her remark about ready to ride off, "please sir, I need to know all that I can!" Her face was red with exhaustion.
The man dropped from his horse his hat tilted in his face, "well hello there Miss Reynolds, it's been quite a while."
"I know that voice," the man tilted his hat up slightly, "Gibbs! You ol' dog!" Mum pried opened the gate hugging the man dearly.
"Wearing dresses again, I see Justine." Her tears socked his black cloak, "I know child, I know. Ye were close to her."
"You must tell me about it all, the letter was very brief, too brief." She pulled away from the hug, "promise me that I will know all."
"Why else would yer father send me?" He smiled light heartedly.
"Thank you, come let's get inside the cold weather seems to be settling in." She opened the gate further so he could bring his horse in.
"Are those your and Samuel's youngin's up there?" He posed looking at the two children on the porch.
"That'd be them, Lydia and Alex are their names." She grinned sheepishly before showing Gibbs to the barn where he could keep his horse.
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A/N: Well that's it for the first chapter, hope you guys are intrigued by the secretive events. I'll elaborate on them more in the next couple of chapters. Reviews are nice so be generous. Love to all and thanks for reading!
Chapter 1:
A/N: Okay! Here it is! Yes, I finally got my thoughts sorted out for the sequel and know exactly what will happen. Ha! I AM A GENIUS! Okay maybe not a genius... per say, maybe an intelligent intellectual. Or maybe I'm just a dumb blonde trying to write a sequel to a story that I actually finished and people liked. Anywho, here is the first chapter of my sequel, Ghosts of the Past. By the way this beginning part takes place eight years after my story.
Disclaimer: I don't like writing these things so I am going to say this one right here right now and that is it! Anything in this story that is related to Disney's Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl (with the exception of my characters and the plot) is all owned by Disney. This should make the big mouse happy, *Mickey mouse standing above on his balcony like Juliet, speaker rolls eyes* This is pathetic. I would also like to add that if I happen to use quotes from songs, movies, people's own words; I will give them the proper copyright. Thank you!
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An anxious man sat impatiently on a chair propped in a hallway waiting for the news of his and his wife's second child. He twiddled his thumbs constantly as the room behind him illuminated with the sound of painful screaming. She was in agony, he thought as he leapt from his seat now pacing the hallway floor bare. The shouts and screams continued until there was one last burst of energy put forth in a final shriek then all seemed to fall silent. Was the baby born?
The man had his hand over the handle of the door about ready to open it when the door was pulled back and the wet nurse stepped out of the room. Her blue tear stricken eyes starred up at the man unstable sobs seeping from her lips.
He grasped the woman's shoulder's in his hands shaking her roughly, "is she alright? Where is my child, our baby? What has happened?"
The young woman shuttered her body trembling with fear for she knew his wife and him very well and was deeply shocked by the present events. "I'm sorry s-ss-ir." Her feminine voice finally let out. He released his hold on the lass her weakened body falling straight to the floor crying even more as he shoved himself into the stench filled room.
What he witnessed next would stun his mind for the rest of his life. Her limp body was lying gracefully on the bed linens, her face as smooth as porcelain, her lips a light shade of pink though her skin was very pale. She looked every bit as beautiful as the day they were married, her youthful presence restored after all her years of stress. She and her newly born baby were put at ease, their souls at rest.
He leaned in close hugging her tightly, his saliva sticking to her face as he wept uncontrollably loud. His worn blacksmith hands ran through the locks of her sandy blonde hair as he cried aloud showing his pain to the world. Her body was lifted as he rocked her back and forth singing to her a song that during life had given her much joy. It was the only song he really knew so it wasn't hard for him to remember.
A young boy stood gazing through the open doorway at his once pleasant parents not entirely understanding what was going on. The only thing he recognized out of this slue of insane problems was his mother's favorite song. He stepped back away from the door relaxing his tense body in the chair and began singing quietly to himself. "We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot. Drink up me heart yo ho."
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THREE YEARS LATER:
"MUM! MUM!" Her green eyes gazed out from under her straw hat at us. "Mum! There's a letter!"
My sister ran far ahead of me up the small grassy hill and over to our mother, her blue dress waving in the tiny breeze as she galloped further. "Watch out Lyd's you'll trip on a rock!" I shouted up to her, in all my eleven years I had never seen a more spirited girl.
"I will not Alex!" She turned and spat at me not paying attention to where she was running and tripped over her own feet.
"Lydia, my peach, it seems you should listen to your brother more often." Our mother lifted her straw hat from her black curls and plopped it down on Lydia's head. Mother's laughter gave Lydia a reason to scorn me for my wisdom, of which she had none.
Mother scooted closer her long curls swaying to and fro on her back her cotton apron smudging on the ground protecting her plain dress from the newly distributed soil in our garden. "Now what, pray-tell, is this all about my luvs?"
"Mum?" Lydia lifted her chin trying to face her but the hat slid down in place of her eight-year-old expression. Mother removed the floppy straw hat from Lydia's head ridding her of her accidental hiding place. "Mum, this came today, just down at the gate moments ago," her crystal blue eyes examined the envelope reading the letters before her. "Who's Reynolds?"
Our mother's face went sour at the sound of that name, her usually rosy cheeks went white giving off a ghastly essence. "Mum, are you alright?" I pondered stepping closer to her kneeling body.
She shook out of her trance returning to her normal state, "hmm? Oh yes, I'm fine." She stood stretching her aching muscles before holding her hand out for the envelope. "Now listen my darlings, I want you to stay outside for a while. Go see your friend Edward if you want, but stay far from here, your father and I have many things to discuss, understand?" Her eyes beamed at both of us giving a fair warning that should be heeded.
"Yes Mum," we replied almost in unison.
Her smile warmed our lack of comprehension and gave way for slight understanding. "Good, now run along my luvs. Don't waste this day." With that we said our goodbyes and ran off in opposite directions.
Mother ran straight for the backdoor yanking it open and forcing her way in. "Sam! Samuel! Sam we have a problem!" She threw her hat on the table walking further into the house envelope in hand.
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My sister and I ran around to the front window stooping bellow the sill and watching not to mention listening to everything that was going on. Mother was furious and obviously very upset. Father on the other hand was calm and reassuring I suppose to try and soothe her enraged spirit.
"Alex! What's going on? I can't see a blasted thing!"
"Shut up Lydia!" I seethed at her, "do you want them to catch us?"
"No, but what's the big deal about listening in anyway?" She slumped on the ground slouching over into her own lap and pouting.
"Do you want to know what's in that envelope or what?" Her young face gleaming up at me with new light. "Something about that name brought chills to mom's spirit and made her look ill and I want to know what it is."
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"Justine, what's gotten into you?" He pulled his feet from the table in the dinning room and gazed up anxiously at his wife.
"This is what's gotten into me!" She tossed the envelope across the table at him. The parchment document was flipped upside down and as he turned it to face him he read the name in the black ink. "It's my father's handwriting.," she stated bluntly.
"Why would he write after all of these years? I thought we were supposed to be kept a secret?" His fingertips slid over the coarse grain of the paper.
"I know, I'm scared to find out what he wants or even needs. You know it is something of great importance for him to even write." Her sickly body leaned back on the wall with her arms crossed stubbornly across her chest. "Open it, Samuel, so we can get this over with."
He did as he was asked and the seal was broken his eyes scanning through the ink blotched letter. "What does it say? Sam read it aloud!" Her hands were now pressed on the table begging him to tell her of her father's news.
"Justine I'm so sorry." His words tumbled and fumbled as he broke away from the paper.
"What? What's wrong?" She slid around to his side of the wood table grabbing the parchment from him. Her eyes wondered tears falling from her eyes and down her cheeks.
My Dear Justine,
I wish that I could shower you with pleasant news perhaps of how rich and plump Ana and I have become down here in the Caribbean but sadly I cannot. About three years ago this very month Elizabeth and what was to be her second child died in birth. Will was completely and utterly horrified by this event and had absolutely no idea of what his next move could be.
Him and his first son lived alone for quite some time enjoying each other's company as much as possible and got along pretty well. That is up until five months ago when Jake, Will's son, slipped off the peer and drown in the water. Justine, I know how much you care for Will and that is why I ask this of you not to mention burden you and your family with this knowledge.
Please come back to Port Royal, if not for me for Will. A month and a half ago they declared him unstable and hostile. He has doctors and nurses watching him day and night writing his every move down on paper. He needs to get out of there! I know that there is nothing wrong with that man; he just lost a few loved ones and needs to feel alive again. He'll never get any better being locked up in that house like he is now.
Justine, please come back, we need you here. I want you here, besides it's been so long since Ana and I saw you and Samuel it'd be nice to see you again.
-Your Father
She sniffled gazing out the window down their dirt path and towards the Iron Gate. "You can notice that Ana helped him write this, he never was one for speeches."
"What are we going to do?" He paused waiting for her answer, "Justine?"
"I don't know." At that moment my idiot sister burst through the front door ignoring my shouts for her to stop. "Lydia?"
"The man at gate. The man that gave me the letter is at the gate!" Her small voice shrieked as her blonde braids dangled on her back.
"Thank you luv," Mother patted Lydia's head and ran out of the door.
"Jus- Justine! What are you doing?" Samuel shouted but gave in shortly as his wife continued down the dirt road.
Her hair was wild flying up like crows from her back, she could run fast but I suppose that she had to, to keep up with us. She stopped as she almost hit the gate a man in a black cloak atop his horse, "Sir! Please, I was wondering if you could tell me where this letter came from." He ignored her remark about ready to ride off, "please sir, I need to know all that I can!" Her face was red with exhaustion.
The man dropped from his horse his hat tilted in his face, "well hello there Miss Reynolds, it's been quite a while."
"I know that voice," the man tilted his hat up slightly, "Gibbs! You ol' dog!" Mum pried opened the gate hugging the man dearly.
"Wearing dresses again, I see Justine." Her tears socked his black cloak, "I know child, I know. Ye were close to her."
"You must tell me about it all, the letter was very brief, too brief." She pulled away from the hug, "promise me that I will know all."
"Why else would yer father send me?" He smiled light heartedly.
"Thank you, come let's get inside the cold weather seems to be settling in." She opened the gate further so he could bring his horse in.
"Are those your and Samuel's youngin's up there?" He posed looking at the two children on the porch.
"That'd be them, Lydia and Alex are their names." She grinned sheepishly before showing Gibbs to the barn where he could keep his horse.
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A/N: Well that's it for the first chapter, hope you guys are intrigued by the secretive events. I'll elaborate on them more in the next couple of chapters. Reviews are nice so be generous. Love to all and thanks for reading!
