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Chapter 2: Spirit One - Catherine Turner

Her hair was a wavy brown with highlights of gold streaming through it. Her eyes were a mix of brown and emerald green. She had soft features and a moderate skin tone. She was tall, thin, and looked a bit frail. A simple brown gown was all that she was clad in and her feet were bare.

"Hello– My William." She grinned at him. It was a bright, white smile that reminded him of Elizabeth.

"I'm dreaming." He whispered to himself.

"This could be a dream Will, but it's a very good dream." A church bell rang from a distant church, and she looked up at the sky, her eyes closed. After a while she opened her eyes and turned to look at where Will was sitting in the snow. "Five people of your past that have passed on will visit you tonight. Each one has a lesson to give you to use in the future."

"What is your lesson for me mother?" He stared at her still not believing that she was standing before him after so many years of their parting.

She shook her head at him and smiled. "That is not for me to tell you William. It is for you to find out for yourself. I am only here to guide you."

She extended her hand to him and he grasped it after a couple of seconds of hesitation. She pulled him to his feet and, for the first time, he took in his surroundings.

"Do you know where we are," she whispered in his ear. "Does it look familiar?"

"Are we in England?" He exclaimed.

"Yes." She grinned at him as he stared, his eyes wide, like a child in a toy shop.

There was the small home, that he had lived in in his childhood with his mother, and occasionally his father, sitting between two buildings, hidden from view.

He truly was dreaming.

The street was empty and the bitter wind swept around him; breezing through his clothes and his hair. She watched him intently, waiting for her moment to speak.

"But why am I here?" He ventured to ask.

"Because this is where your first lesson begins my son." She answered, her eyes never leaving his.

He waited for her to respond and after a few moments she began her teaching.

"You have seen much my son," she began. "I know – you think I'm going to say: Too much. But that is not my aim. For people see the same amount of things. No one person can see too much. It all happens at different times for each person which creates the illusion of seeing too much.

She paused, waiting for all of it to come to him before continuing.

"You have hardened yourself."

He didn't say anything, but she continued as though she could read his mind.

"Take tonight as an example. You came home, and it was raining; you walked in the rain. You were already not pleased with something that day; what was it?"

He glanced at her for a moment before answering.

"I talked to someone that I didn't want to talk to." He grimaced.

She nodded. "Who was this person?"

"Jack Sparrow." He said grimly, staring at the bright snow.

"And why was Jack there? What did he want? What did he say?"

"He asked me, mostly, about -- defenses that I had taught her." He explained.

"Yes, and then what? You went home, and Elizabeth surprised you by being home early from Tortuga. But Will. She was not the only person in the room. I was there as well. Neither of you could see me but I watched what happened. Elizabeth put on a performance; or rather, a lie."

"Elizabeth doesn't lie." He retorted.

"Alas, there are two types of lies. Direct and indirect."

She paused.

"She lied indirectly to you. You didn't know that she was lying, and she probably didn't know that she was lying. She had something that she had wanted to tell you; something had happened to her. But she covered this up. She prepared a feast, and bought an elegant gown, hoping to leave you open to what she had to say. But you came through that door and you were not pleased. You hardened to everything she said. She showed you her dress, but you barely acknowledged it. Why?"

"Because I had gotten her a dress for Christmas."

"Yes, and it wasn't as elegant, and extravagant?"

"No."

"So you were jealous."

"Yes."

"She used her father's money to buy a dress, and you had slaved to buy her one, and it didn't amount to the same worth. Am I right?"

"Yes."

"Will, love should never burn out because of materialistic desires. Elizabeth will love the dress. The thought is what counts."

He didn't respond, and she continued.

"Then she wanted to tell you something. It was serious. But you didn't want to hear it. You jumped from the chair to stall her and accidently gripped her wrist. And she used a defensive move. It was one that you had taught her."

"It seemed as though she thought I was going to jump her." He continued.

"For a moment, Will, she did."

He stared at her questioningly.

"Do you know why Jack asked you about defenses that you had taught Elizabeth?"

He shook his head.

"He found her lying in an alley. She had been hurt. Will," she sighed. "It's best if you look for yourself" She sighed again and waved her hand. England dissolved around them. The snow stopped falling, the wind ceased, and the sound of drunks and pistols firing at random, filled the air as the port of Tortuga surrounded them.

"Over there." Catherine pointed out Elizabeth to him. She was dressed as a commoner and had a brown cloak draped around her.

Quietly, they followed her as she wove her way through the crowded streets. After a small walk she turned off into an alleyway.

"No!" Will called out to her, but his outburst fell upon deaf ears.

They followed her into the alley and stopped in front of a back door, just behind her. She would have opened the door and gone into the building was it not for the man standing in front of it.

He was tall, lean, and completely drunk.

"Excuse me, sir." Elizabeth politely requested, reaching for the door handle. But the man didn't move, and he grabbed her by the wrist.

"There's a toll to pay missy." He rasped in a slurred voice, and he cam within an inch of her face.

Elizabeth was smart enough to know that the toll was not in currency.

"Please, sir, I have an appointment to see Captain Jack Sparrow." Elizabeth pleaded with the man, trying to free herself from his grip.

Will saw it before Elizabeth. A quick flash of silver and the man had pushed Elizabeth against the side of the building. He had a dagger drawn and had placed it flat against the side of her face. For a moment he couldn't breathe. Here was his wife, about to be hurt in front of him and he couldn't do anything to help her.

The man slid the dagger down herneck and around the neck of her dress, and in one swift stroke he slit the laces of her corset which was laced in the front on the outside of her dress.

He watched the man beat his wife; his Elizabeth. He watched the man abuse her. He raped her right before him. But he couldn't do anything. He sat there numbly on a barrel, letting tears roll down the sides of his face as he watched, wishing it were a dream.

But he didn't wake.

The sounds of Tortuga were not muffled as Elizabeth lay in the street. She still had her dress on and it was ripped severely. Her shoulder was sliced, and she had a cut on the side of her face from the man striking her to force her down, with the dagger.

He had watched as she fought to defend herself from the man hurting her. She had attempted every defense that he had taught her. But the other man had blocked her every move.

Footsteps came down the quiet alleyway and Elizabeth didn't flinch. The footsteps quickened and broke into a run. The person running got close enough for Will to see his face, and he gasped. It was Captain Jack Sparrow!

"Elizabeth," Jack exclaimed as he saw the person lying in the street

Jack knelt next to Elizabeth's motionless form. He grabbed her brown cloak which had fallen next to her in the struggle, and he wrapped her in it and lifted her into his arms. He went with her, through the door which she had been trying to get to.

Will made to follow but the scene began to vanish before him.

"But he took her." He rambled. "Where did he take her?"

"She's fine, Will." Catherine answered calmly. "Jack went to look after her."

"When did that happen?" He looked at his mother. "Why wasn't I notified? Immediately!"

"What would you have done? What could you have done, Will?"

"I should have gone with her." He said to himslef as England began to surround them once more. "I was going to go with her. But..."

"You got too busy." His mother finished for him.

He nodded and pounded his fist against the brick wall of a building. "I'm so stupid!" He spat.

"Will." Catherine said. "It's almost time for me to leave you. But you must know that, had you not taught Elizabeth defenses, she would have died."

"Mother? Where was Jack when Elizabeth was... getting..." he couldn't finish his sentence.

"Elizabeth had gone to the wrong building. When Jack finally decided to go find her, he was too late."

In the distance a church bell rang.

"Now I must leave you my son."

"What is your lesson for me?"

"Love. Love more than the day before and less than you will in days to come."

With that she turned and walked down the street and vanished.

Blackness.

so, i hope that you guys all liked it. i did. this is propably my favorite chapter. anyway, the rest will come as soon as possible because this is what i call cram time. it's very close to christmas and we've got a long way to go. so enjoy and stay posted!

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