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Chapter Nine - Loua, Hani and Milla
Daytime Tortuga was a bustling settlement, but in a different way to it's nighttime disguise. Trade was good here. Especially higher up the hillside, where the richer, less rowdy people lived.
Like Port Royale, Tortuga had a Governor. His name was Swents, Thomas Swents. A middle-aged man, with a perfect complexion, sharp eyes, and a quick brain. He was a good businessman as well, and that was the most important reason 'The Raven' was docked at the harbour below.
The three-cloaked women walked up the gravel path to Mr Swents' residence. They were sisters, and had been skilful assassins for some time. Assassins, however, how couldn't assassinate. Feared by those who knew who they really were, and worshipped by their crew, they could do little to earn this odd 'popularity'.
"Loua, why are we meeting this Mr Swents?"
Loua was the oldest sister. The leader, although no one actually admitted it. Her younger sisters, Hani and Milla, were equally skilled, but had not the courage to question anything their sister did or said.
"We are meeting him, Milla, to form a business deal. He told me the last time we were here he would have a job for us."
Milla nodded silently. Another deal. Another assassination 'arranged'. None of them could actually kill, but they could arrange the death. Milla smiled. Like that of Captain Jack Sparrow. She had seen his ship docked here in Tortuga. He was probably resting on the bottom of the harbour by now, either still suffocating or long dead. Milla had felt very proud of her idea to put the poison into the flask. Not one of his crew would be intelligent enough to spot that.
Milla had heard quite a few things about Jack Sparrow. Like the Aztec gold, and it's terrible curse. Milla smiled again. She and her sisters knew all about curses.
The house was big, and grand. An aging butler opened the door, and they followed him to a large room. Reclining on one of the sofas was a man, reading a book. He sat up slowly, and greeted them formally. He replaced his book on the shelf.
"So, Loua. You have come back to consider my offer I assume?"
"Yes, Mr Swents. Leave us sisters."
Silently, Milla left alongside her other sister. They sat down on chairs outside the door. Milla's thoughts drifted back to the day when all this had started. Back when her and her sisters had been pirates, real pirates.
They were in search of treasure as always. Their ship, the 'Dragonfly' had been wrecked on rocks just off a small island in the Caribbean. It was a very steep, mountainous island, with jagged rocks perforating the beach's white sand. The sisters were not the only survivors. About ten crewmembers had crawled ashore as well.
Going up into the hills to find shelter, the three sisters had discovered a dark cave. It was very dark, you couldn't see a raised hand in front of your face. They had tried feebly to light torches, which had been no problem. But the darkness had enveloped them. The darkness flickered where the flames were, but there was no light.
Milla sighed and closed her eyes. Leaning back against the wall, she gave up her mind to that day, when, driven half crazy by hunger, they had struggled into the blackness. And there, after what felt like hours of endless blackness, and searching, there was a spike of light. It had speared down from a crack in the ceiling.
Below the crack, swamped in the light, had been a necklace. A beautiful necklace. It had three oily black stone pendants, that didn't shine, or reflect anything, but blood, and death. Milla shivered. They were mirrors for pain and suffering.
Like mad women they reached for it. They had been full of anger back then. They wanted blood, revenge for being stranded here. They hated the steersman, who'd scrabbled his way onto this God forsaken rocky shore with them. He'd driven them onto this place of desolateness, and they loathed him.
The three of them had grabbed at the black metal, ripping the thing from its stand. The necklace had snapped, and each sister had caught a black stone. Grinning with madness, they had clutched the stones to themselves, before curling up asleep, to tired to read the inscription on the stone plinth below the necklace.
It was only the next morning, when the spear of light had awoken them that they had looked upon the inscription.
"Those who touch the evil mirrors, Shall never have their hearts desire."
It had been a confusing message for three mad women to understand. It was only as they left the cave, went back to the beach, and grasped the steersman in an attempt to kill him that they finally realised.
As they had taken the stones, their most overpowering desire was to kill that man. The stones had done their job well; the sisters could not kill. They were unable to stab, strangle, suffocate, drown or in any other way take the life of any living thing. Not helpful when your main profession is a pirate assassin.
*Looks at distraught Will/Elizabeth people next to her*
I warned you. It only gets worse from here guys, or better, if you're a Jack/Elizabeth person, like me.
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Chapter Nine - Loua, Hani and Milla
Daytime Tortuga was a bustling settlement, but in a different way to it's nighttime disguise. Trade was good here. Especially higher up the hillside, where the richer, less rowdy people lived.
Like Port Royale, Tortuga had a Governor. His name was Swents, Thomas Swents. A middle-aged man, with a perfect complexion, sharp eyes, and a quick brain. He was a good businessman as well, and that was the most important reason 'The Raven' was docked at the harbour below.
The three-cloaked women walked up the gravel path to Mr Swents' residence. They were sisters, and had been skilful assassins for some time. Assassins, however, how couldn't assassinate. Feared by those who knew who they really were, and worshipped by their crew, they could do little to earn this odd 'popularity'.
"Loua, why are we meeting this Mr Swents?"
Loua was the oldest sister. The leader, although no one actually admitted it. Her younger sisters, Hani and Milla, were equally skilled, but had not the courage to question anything their sister did or said.
"We are meeting him, Milla, to form a business deal. He told me the last time we were here he would have a job for us."
Milla nodded silently. Another deal. Another assassination 'arranged'. None of them could actually kill, but they could arrange the death. Milla smiled. Like that of Captain Jack Sparrow. She had seen his ship docked here in Tortuga. He was probably resting on the bottom of the harbour by now, either still suffocating or long dead. Milla had felt very proud of her idea to put the poison into the flask. Not one of his crew would be intelligent enough to spot that.
Milla had heard quite a few things about Jack Sparrow. Like the Aztec gold, and it's terrible curse. Milla smiled again. She and her sisters knew all about curses.
The house was big, and grand. An aging butler opened the door, and they followed him to a large room. Reclining on one of the sofas was a man, reading a book. He sat up slowly, and greeted them formally. He replaced his book on the shelf.
"So, Loua. You have come back to consider my offer I assume?"
"Yes, Mr Swents. Leave us sisters."
Silently, Milla left alongside her other sister. They sat down on chairs outside the door. Milla's thoughts drifted back to the day when all this had started. Back when her and her sisters had been pirates, real pirates.
They were in search of treasure as always. Their ship, the 'Dragonfly' had been wrecked on rocks just off a small island in the Caribbean. It was a very steep, mountainous island, with jagged rocks perforating the beach's white sand. The sisters were not the only survivors. About ten crewmembers had crawled ashore as well.
Going up into the hills to find shelter, the three sisters had discovered a dark cave. It was very dark, you couldn't see a raised hand in front of your face. They had tried feebly to light torches, which had been no problem. But the darkness had enveloped them. The darkness flickered where the flames were, but there was no light.
Milla sighed and closed her eyes. Leaning back against the wall, she gave up her mind to that day, when, driven half crazy by hunger, they had struggled into the blackness. And there, after what felt like hours of endless blackness, and searching, there was a spike of light. It had speared down from a crack in the ceiling.
Below the crack, swamped in the light, had been a necklace. A beautiful necklace. It had three oily black stone pendants, that didn't shine, or reflect anything, but blood, and death. Milla shivered. They were mirrors for pain and suffering.
Like mad women they reached for it. They had been full of anger back then. They wanted blood, revenge for being stranded here. They hated the steersman, who'd scrabbled his way onto this God forsaken rocky shore with them. He'd driven them onto this place of desolateness, and they loathed him.
The three of them had grabbed at the black metal, ripping the thing from its stand. The necklace had snapped, and each sister had caught a black stone. Grinning with madness, they had clutched the stones to themselves, before curling up asleep, to tired to read the inscription on the stone plinth below the necklace.
It was only the next morning, when the spear of light had awoken them that they had looked upon the inscription.
"Those who touch the evil mirrors, Shall never have their hearts desire."
It had been a confusing message for three mad women to understand. It was only as they left the cave, went back to the beach, and grasped the steersman in an attempt to kill him that they finally realised.
As they had taken the stones, their most overpowering desire was to kill that man. The stones had done their job well; the sisters could not kill. They were unable to stab, strangle, suffocate, drown or in any other way take the life of any living thing. Not helpful when your main profession is a pirate assassin.