But we did find him, Will thought. He looked over at Jack. Jack was lookingat him intently.
"You're one of them 'onest lads I was talking about, eh?" Jack said. He tried to sit up more but winced because of his side.
"Jack, I don't know how to start," Will said.
"The beginning would be good, mate." Jack said.
After a while, Captain Octavia woke up. She smelled something, it was very odd. She looked down and realized what it was. Human flesh. Apparently, they don't clean up down here, she thought miserably. She closed her eyes, trying to relax. She wouldn't let herself fall asleep. It didn't feel safe. Then it hit her. Everything was slowly coming back. The big things hit first, but it was the details that hurt.
After everthin' that's 'appened to me, she thought bitterly, it's all been taken away. Again. She only wanted to make a name for herself. Once she accomplished that she wanted more. So much more. She wanted to be the greatest pirate anywhere. Octavia sat on her hands. They betrayed her. On her fingernails they were marks; ingraved under her flesh. It was the shape of a dimond. Black and cold. She had the habit of wearing gloves on wearing paint on them. She had to stop because she didn't want a name like, 'Black Handed Jill' or 'The Gloved Hand.' Therefore, she painted them. It was only after that she noticed that even paint wouldn't cover them. She had to make herself relax. Take a deep breathe, she thought. Not that she even took her own advice let alone her mother's.
::Memory::
"Octavia!" Her mother screamed. "Get out! GET OUT NOW!" She was standing in the doorway of their place. Next to her was a man, kissing her neck. Octavia smelled the rum on him.Her mother's voice was the only thing that frightened her. Quickly, she put her head down respectfully and muttered, "Yes ma'am."
Octavia wasn't suppose to called her mother, 'mother.' It would ruin her reputation. Her mother had a man in the place very few times, because her mother's work was expensive. Not many men could afford it. So, Octavia played the maid. The cook. The adult. Her mother played the part of, what else?, the whore. The strumpet. The Lady of the Night. Still she was her mother's child.
Octavia walked out of the place quietly. The thick gleaming doors slammed behind her, making the glass windows shake. She couldn't call it a house, for it was too large. But it wasn't a mansion because it was owned by a whore.They had a large place because her mother, Olivia, was one of the favorites. Octavia's father was a pirate. A scalawag. A criminal. She would never know who. She didn't even want to. Not that it could do her any good now. All she wanted to do was get away. Go somewhere where she couldn't be connected to her mother's looks.
Olivia had curly frizzy black hair and startling eyes. They were green. A neon green. She had a petite nose, and high cheek bones. A slender waist was what the men wanted so that's what her mother had. Everynight after her mother ate, she went outside and threw it all up. Her only fault, besides that she wouldn't eat, was her teeth. They were not straight or white, but crooked and an ugly color. Octavia looked very similar to her mother. Even at the age of twelve, she was told she would be a wonderful 'Lasy of the Night.'
Octavia had black hair too; but it came in waves. She had black eyes, which she assumed came from her father. She was very tall and was slender too. She wouldn't let her hair down so she kept it in a long black braid. She had a slender waist, which her mother hated. She even had a graceful long neck.
Once she was out of the house, she made herself take a deep breathe. She had to stay calm. She didn't want anything to show. Why? she thought. I hate this bloody curse!
This was referred to as the Elixir of The Black Dimond. She thought back to the time of when she was littler. The Elixir of the Black Dimond was death to anyone who could break it in half and pour it's contents to poison someone. Octavia got this curse when her mother decided she didn't want a child; back when Octavia was three of four. Olivia poured the contents into the food. How had she even got the damn thing!? Octavia thought. But she knew that already. Octavia's mother got it as a payment. For being a whore. The man gave it to her. The next day her mother could hardly contain herself as she poured the poison in to her daughter's food. Octavia didn't even taste it. But she felt it.
Her fingernails were on fire! That felt that way anyways. Her eyes felt as though they were being gouged! She tried to scream but she couldn't. The chair fell over back wards, and Octavia hit her head. The last thing she could remember was her mother's laugh. The laugh of a whore.
::End of Memory::
Silently, tears slid down Octavia's face. She was depressed. She had lost everything. Her ship, her crew, her life. She crawled in pain back to the corner. Her head hurt. Suddenly, she heard the door open. she wiped her tears and laid down. She pretended to be asleep.
"Get up," a voice whispered. She couldn't tell who it was.
"What do ye want now?!" She yelled. "Ye sank me ship, ye killed me crew, and took everythin' of value to me!"
"Is tha' all?" The voice said.
"Wha' do ye mean? Is tha' all? Are ye bloody daft-" She was cut off. The person, it had to be a man, dragged her upstairs.There could have been more then one. The light burned and she closed her eyes. She would have done that anyways, even if it was dark.
"Octavia-" The voice said.
"No matter what ye think, I'm still a Cap'n. Aye?" she said.
"As true as that be," the voice said. "Ye're under me control now. Savvy?"
She opened her eyes. It was Jack Sparrow standing in front of her. She gasped, opening her mouth wide. It can't be, she thought. They stuffed a rag into her mouth and gagged her. Then they tied her hands.
"Gibbs, if ye be so kind," Jack said. "Take the gag outta 'er mouth." Gibbs did so.
"Now, now, miss Octavia is it?" Jack said.
"Cap'n Octavia." She said.
"Aye, Cap'n Octavia," He turned ad smiled at his crew. "Wha' is it tha' ye tried to take over me ship now?"
"I'm a bloody pirate."
"Obviously," A crew member said. She looked that way. Bootstrap? she thought.
"Bootstrap?" she said. Too much was going on. Her head was spinning. She stumbled. The man called Gibbs held on tighter.
"My name is Will Turner. I am Bootstrap's son-" Will said,. He was going to go on but, Jack gave him and stern look.
"Cap'n," Jack said, bringing her attention once again to him. "Ye never answered me question."
"But I did. I'm a pirate."
"I'm afraid tha's not good enough, luv," Jack said. He motioned his head. Gibbs nodded and took her back down to the brig.
For the second time she fainted. Where the nightmares claimed her.
::Memory part 2::
She woke up. She was on a beach. It was after her mother poisoned her and assumed her to be dead. Her eyes burned as did her hands. She looked at them. On the nails were tiny's dimonds. Black dimonds. She didn't understand why. She got up. She stumbled but, made her way back to the place; which was amazing because she was so you. She opened the back door.
"What is it!?" Her Mother screeched.
"Mommy, I hurt!" She said, her lips trembling. She only three of four.
Her Mother looked at her in disbelif. She took a deep breathe. It hadn't clamied her daughter. She closed her eyes and took her to a room. The room was dark and her mother went out to the yard and brought back a bucket. She dipped a cloth in it and place on her daughter's face.
"I'm sorry," She said, in a monotone voice.
"Mommy..." Octavia reached for her Mother to hold her. Olivia pursed her lips and took her in her arms, stiffly. She hummed a tune and laid her down. Octavia fell asleep next to her mother. This would be the only time that her mother would hold her like this. As if she loved her.
::End of Memory part 2::
Octavia didn't wake. But in her dreams she jumped years ahead. To the time of her twelfth year.
::Memory part one- continued::
She walked into the bar. With her head down she looked at the barmaid's shoes. She kenw she wasn't suppose to be here because she as only twelve.
"What's wrong, dear?" She said. Lifteing the child's head up she looked into her eyes. Trying not to flinch at the dark eyes. she took her to the back room and left. When she came back she handed Octavia a glass of sweet water.She sat down on the bed and looked at the sky, it was dark and gray.
"Thank you." Octavia said. When she was done she walked back out. The barmaid smiledat her, Ocatavia returned the smile.
She sat on a stool near the bar. She was listening to the sounds around her. Men were fighting over a whore, who wasn't very pretty. Another man was drunk and passed out on the floor. Fists were flying and women were cheering. Bottles broke, and men collasped.
Then she overheard a quiet voice. Much too quiet.
"Lieutenet," a man said. He wore a red coat. He had hair that was curled as well. How odd! " We can't possibly stay here."
"Ah, but James, we can," An much older man said.He had white hair and a similar outfit, but, it had medals on it. "We have to find a way for you to earn more respect."
"Uncle, I will!" The younger man shouted. People stared. He lowered his voice. "It will take time. I will become Commodore, you'll see. I shall even marry a fine woman!"
"Where, James?" The older man sighed. "I think nothing will happen. You are old enough to marry but you live alone. I truly thought after the crossing from England that you could change!"
"I will!" The younger man shouted. He was unheard this time because a new fight broke out. Octavia was now immersed in the conversation, she didn't even bother to look subtle. She stared at them.
"James! Lower your voice!" The old man hissed. He notices Octavia looking at them. He smiled and said to her, "Come her, Miss."
She went over there hands clasped and head down. She expected to be hit. When nothing came she looked up. The old man looked concerned.
"What is your name, miss?"
"Octavia, sir." She mumbled.
"Miss Octavia, How nice. I am Commodore Leahe." The man said.
"He's only the first one!" The younger man said, threw clenched teeth.
"Miss Octavia, did you overhear anything?" Commodore Leahe said.
"Yes, sir. I'm so sorry." Octavia said. She was on the verge of tears.
"No, no. Don't be sorry. I was hoping you had. You see, Octavia. My nephew, James Norrington, needs a household staff. See?"
"Sir?"
"Would you be willing to come back to Port Royal and be a maid?" The Commordoe said bluntly. "I understand you'd have to consult your parents. I could talk to them, if you-"
"No, sir. That wouldn't be nesscessary. My Mother is... sick." She said. She didn't want this man to knw her mother was a whore.
"What about your father, dear?"
"He's away." Which was true. He had been gone for twelve years.
"Ahh, I see. Well, I shall right down my name here-" He took out a piece of paper and wrote down his name. "If you're intrested, please be at the docks at nin in the morning."
"Yes, sir." She take the paper. She folded it in half neatly.
"Good bye, Miss Octavia."
She smiled again. She home to find her mother outside, throwing things at the man.She slippeddown the side yard and went to the back door.
"What?" Her mother said. Her hair was dishelved and her dress mussed up.
" A man wants me to go with him-"
"So, go." Her mother said. Then she went to the table and ate. It was a closed matter.
Octavia put her head down and went to the room. She took asack and put her dress in it and a bandanna that was on the bed. It was white. Then she sat down and cried. That was all she owned.
A/N: Well, here you go! I hope you like it. Any questions just email me! Should I keep this going?
Thank you to Lord Harven: Glad you liked it. It took me straight days to think of those names! lol.SO glad you like it!
Fairy Pwincess: I hope i can carry on! I hope I hope i hope! Hope you like this chappie!
