"What? Why me?" Barbossa grinned at her, the sight of his teeth made Angela feel sick.
"I asked you a question! I have the right to know…"
"May I remind ye that ye don't 'ave the right to anything onboard this ship."
Angela crossed her arms and for a few seconds Barbossa got uncomfortable, the look in her eyes, it reminded him of someone…
"The reason is simple. Your blood. They want it, I need it."
"You need it? Why?"
"I was very weak during the first weeks after that they had brought me back, I couldn't leave the Island. But with some help from the curse I was able to call for my men, and the came…they didn't really have a choice, ye can't say no when the curse calls…But I was still too weak to accomplish my plan until…" He stared at Angela with hungry eyes. "One day I suddenly got stronger and I was told about this one woman who had turned up out of nowhere and they told me to use her. Her life force would be the thing to keep me alive, and as she got weaker I get stronger. And when the sacrifice is made, when she has taken her final breath and ended her life, mine can begin." He was talking more to himself than to Angela, but suddenly he looked straight at her, as if he just remembered her being there. "That'll be my reward, a second chance, thanks to you." He stepped closer to Angela, she backed away, the moon was now shining through the window, revealing Barbossa in his true form.
"Don't touch me! Don't you ever touch me again! As I said before, you don't scare me. You are the one who is frightened here, I can feel it." Angela was furious. "You are so afraid of dying that you are willing to be cursed. That is so pathetic, I pity you. 'Cause you're nothing! I can see right through you…" She smiled when she realized what she'd just said, then bent down so she looked right through Barbossas ribs.
"Well, look at that, I really can see right through you."
Now that was just too much for Barbossa.
"Squalor!" The man with the knife from Angela's kidnapping entered the room.
"Take her to the brig."
"Yes uncle…eh, sir." Uncle?
Barbossa grunted something and Squalor grabbed Angela's arms and took her down to the brig. Angela was more than happy to leave Barbossas cabin, even the smelly, dark, old brig was more attractive than he. Angela was pushed into the brig and the door was shut behind her. She sat down in one of the corners and sat there the rest of the night listening to sound of the ocean…
Angela got to spend the whole next day in the brig. Squalor came down about once an hour to check on her, but Angela would have preferred that he hadn't, his eyes always made her feel so uncomfortable. But she'd rather have him there than Jack the monkey who turned up more than often and scared the hell out of her every time. Pintel and Ragetti came down once with some food, but Angela didn't eat it, she wasn't hungry. But very thirsty, and during the warmest hours that day Angela thought she was going to die, she liked that thought though, what an irony, Barbossas first sacrifice died in the brig.
The smell of dirt and saltwater caused her to nearly throw up several times and during the afternoon Angela got really dizzy and didn't dare to move an inch, because she new that she would faint if she did. When Squalor came to check on her he found her lying on the floor, nearly unconscious. He brought her up on deck and Angela felt better once the fresh air filled her lungs, not much better though, her whole body was shaking and she still wanted to throw up in one of Barbossas boots…
Barbossa…the more she thought of him the more she hated him. He had been in her head several times during the day, and she had got weaker and weaker after every time, it was just too hard to push him away, and Barbossa knew that.
Angela took another deep breath and closed her eyes. She ignored the sound of the pirates behind her, she tried to forget where she was, she just concentrated on the sound of the ocean. Barbossa had allowed her to walk around on the ship deck, but she knew that he wouldn't be far behind, and she was right, or well, at least half right, Jack the monkey followed her like a shadow, so did Squalor. And so the hours passed, Angela kept walking around on deck, trying to avoid...everybody. She saw the sun go down and the world becoming darker, she saw the moon in the sky, and suddenly realized how quiet it had become. She looked around, she was standing alone in the stern, not even Jack was there, and the whole crew were in the stem working and Barbossa was in his cabin, probably avoiding the moon. Angela walked over to the rail, leaned over and looked down at the black water, and then she looked up at the sky.
It was a very beautiful night, but Angela couldn't really see the beauty, she had never felt so alone. She had to do something about the pain she felt inside, otherwise she would go mad. Angela started humming, an attempt to calm herself down, she could hardly hear it herself at first. In the beginning it was just a few tones but after a while it became a melody, and then words... "Yo ho yo ho a pirate's life for me." At first she was whispering, but for every word she sang louder. "We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot, drink up me 'earties Yo ho!"
The song sounded more like a children's song then the rough pirate song it really was, when Angela were singing it, it sounded beautiful. She closed her eyes and kept singing, she forgot where she was, just kept concentrating on the song. The song calmed her down, she had always loved it, Jonathan too, they used to sing it as often as they could. For a short moment Angela pretended that Jonathan was there beside her, singing together with her. Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder and nearly screamed. Behind her stood Squalor and most of the other crewmembers. Oh shit, they heard me sing…Wait a minute; they're not cursed, yet…
"Oh, don't stop singing, ye 'ave a lovely voice miss." Squalor gave her a disgusting toothless grin. Angela didn't know what to say, so she just stood there.
"Why so quiet? Ye sing very beautiful, so sing some more." He held his knife to her throat. "Now." Angela stepped backwards and walked right into the rail. Squalor stepped forward, still holding the knife to her throat. "No?" He took another step forward and grabbed Angela's arm. "Then I'll 'ave ye screaming instead if ye like, I seem to 'ave that effect on women." He grinned at her again and Angela felt more enraged than ever.
"Of course you have, what woman wouldn't scream when you're around? A face as ugly as that is more then enough to give anyone nightmares." Squalor started laughing then slapped Angela hard across the face, God! I won't have a face left if they'll keep hitting me! , then he pulled her with him away from the rail. Angela's leg was still hurting and she stumbled and fell to the deck floor, causing her leg to hurt even more. With rough hands Squalor turned her over on her back and then leaned over her. Oh my God, he's not going to...
Angela tried to sit up, but he pushed her back down again and held down her hands. He is…
She was too frightened to move, she saw him look at her (and it wasn't her eyes he was looking at) She tried to sit up again but it was impossible when he held her arms, then she panicked and started kicking, turning, anything to make him let her go. "Hold her!" She felt how Squalor let go of her wrist but was replaced by another pirate, Twigg; Squalor leaned over her again and she felt him placing one hand under her skirt, she also heard the other pirates laugh and mumble in the background. She started kicking again, fighting to break free. Squalor moved away his hand from her thigh, placed it under her chin and pulled up her head so she had to look at him. "I'd be very careful if I were you, whore. Screaming won' help ye here." Angela turned her head; she didn't want to look at him. Squalor slapped her again; Angela hit the back of her head on the wooden floor and nearly fainted. When the black spots finally disappeared she felt that they were holding her arms harder than earlier, she could also her the pirates talk and laugh very loud, they were very exited about something, and before she had a chance to turn her head and see what was going on she heard Squalor whisper in her ear; "For the whore that ye are." And then felt something burning on her skin, a pain so strong, so unbearable that her whole world was spinning around, she couldn't see anything, not hear anything except for a loud scream, and then she realised that it was her own…
Angela was now hardly aware of what they were doing to her, everything was still spinning and her arm was burning, she kept her eyes closed, she didn't want to know what they were doing. But she couldn't avoid hearing the sound of her dress being torn to pieces, or avoid the feeling of them doing something with her hair. She felt that someone were on top of her again, she felt his breath and the knife he held to her cheek. "Are ye going to do as we say? 'Cause it be a real pity to ruin that pretty face of yours." When Angela didn't answer he leaned forward to kiss her, Angela held her breath, then, a pistol was fired, Squalor quickly got up on his feet and Angela opened her eyes just in time to see one of the crewmembers fall down on deck, dead. Angela looked up and saw Barbossa, or what was left of him, he was standing in the moonlight with a pistol in his hand. He quickly walked over to Squalor and held the pistol to his head.
"What are you doing? If I'm not mistaking I told you not to touch her!"
"W…well..."
"Well what? You idiot! You could have ruined everything!" Barbossa hit him in the head with the pistol and then walked over to Pintel and Ragetti.
"Help her in to my cabin."
Pintel and Ragetti grabbed Angela's arms, pulled her up on her feet and helped her in to Barbossa's cabin. They walked rather slowly which gave Angela time to hear Barbossa speak again before the cabin door was closed behind her.
"Now, clean up this mess! And if anyone of you touches her again or even thinks of it, ye'll get a Bootstrap..."
Angela was helped over to a chair, her leg was hurting and her whole body was shaking. Pintel and Ragetti stood behind her but they didn't say a word. Then she heard the cabin door being opened again and Barbossa stepped in, she didn't need to see him to know that it was him, she felt it.
"You two, wait outside."
The two pirates nodded and left the cabin.
"My apologies miss, my nephew doesn't seem to know his place."
"Your nephew?"
Barbossa grunted but didn't answer her.
"Why did you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Save me? I doubt that you'd care about what happens to me, so why did you stop them out there?"
"Virgins blood…"
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Virgins blood. As I told ye yesterday you are going to be our first sacrifice. The reason to why you're so strong... All virgins have pure blood, unspoiled, untouched. But yours is so much more. Yer soul is clean, ye have never been touched, never killed anyone, ye don't drink but there is still something else, something different than the rest of us…"
Oh God he knows…
"Of course I know, how could I not?"
"Oh, of course, is there anything about me that you don't know?" Barbossa just grinned at her. "Of course not… But, I still don't understand why you saved me tonight."
"Ah, well ye see yer blood wouldn't be so pure if they had done what they had planned."
"Virgins blood…"
"Aye, I couldn't let that happen now could I?" Barbossa walked up behind her, he placed his hand on her shoulder, the same feeling as the last time came over her when he touched her.
"They are hungry, so hungry. For many years they have been waiting for a sacrifice like this, for someone like you. And speaking of hungry, ye should eat something, miss."
"Still not hungry…"
Barbossa didn't say anything, just walked away from her; Angela looked at the food on the table, just the thought of eating it made her want to barf. But then she saw something else, a knife was lying on the table, a sharp knife. Something that she could defend herself with, something better than what Jack had given her.
Jack…
Angela forced away every thought of him when she saw the grin on Barbossas face.
"Trust me miss, 'e isn't even worth thinking of."
"Oh really?" Quickly just before Barbossa turned around she grabbed the knife and put it in her lap. Thank you Elizabeth for that idea…"Good to know…"
"Oh but ye are thinking about him, right now. Ye try but ye can't get him out of yer head. Ye think of his face right now, his eyes, of how much ye wish that ye were in his arms…"
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
"Ye dream of that kiss…"
"Stop it…shut up…" He is just messing with my head…
Barbossa turned away from her again. "Do you like his eyes? 'Cause you're thinking of them again and his smile of course."
"Shut up!" Angela stood up, his voice in her head was driving her crazy, he had no right to be inside her head, no right to reed her most secret thoughts, no right to force her to hear his disgusting voice inside her head…
"Shut up! Shut up!" She screamed, trying to drown the voice inside her head, but it was impossible. She walked up behind him and without thinking she took the knife and stabbed Barbossa in his shoulder, but she wasn't prepared for Barbossas reaction, he gasped and fell forward, nor was she ready for the sudden pain in her own shoulder, she stumbled backwards pulling out the knife and the pain just stopped. When Angela looked up she noticed something else, Barbossa was bleeding…What the…
Barbossa turned around, looking furious. He walked over to her, and for one second it looked like he was going to hit her or do something else but he just simply walked pass her and said: "Clean this up..." then he threw an old rag on her and left the cabin.
Angela saw the blood on the floor. How can he bleed? And how can I feel the pain when I stabbed him in his shoulder?
She sighed, picked up the rag and bent down to clean up the blood but suddenly remembered something that Jack told her, about her necklace.
…ye can hide something, like poison or water, not much but a few drops…
A plan poppet up in her head, a crazy plan that never will work, but still…
Quickly she took off her necklace and carefully with help from the knife she pored a few drops of Barbossas blood in the medallion and put the necklace back on, then she cleaned up the rest of the blood. She felt a strong pain in her left leg when she tried to stand up again and leaned to the table. Angela looked down on her hands and saw something on her right wrist, a brand, a W. For the whore that ye are…
She touched the brand and gasped when the arm started burning again.
They branded me…like some cattle…They tried to rape me and they gave me a brand…
Angela had never felt so humiliated in her life; they had treated her just like an animal!
She looked up and noticed a mirror on the wall, a broken mirror but still a mirror, she had to see her face, she had to see what they had done to her. She limped over to the mirror and stared at the reflection, that couldn't possible be her. A white ghost with bruises all over her face...She touched her face and then noticed something else. They cut off my hair!
Her long braid was gone; instead she had tangles of what used to be golden blond hair but now where filled with dirt and blood, the hair that had been waist long earlier were hardly reaching down to her shoulders. As she looked further down she noticed that it wasn't much left of her skirt, or the rest of the dress either. Her own reflection and the thought of why she looked like she did nearly made her cry. Oh stop it, you haven't cried in several years, now is not a good time to start!
Angela heard the door being opened and took a deep breath before she turned around. She saw Pintel and Ragetti enter the room.
"Go away, I want to be alone!"
"We can understand that, Poppet," Angela didn't like that Pintel called her poppet, "but ye see…I think ye need to hear this."
"Hear what?"
"Please sit down first, ye don't look to well." Pintel held out her chair and Ragetti gave her a wet rag, "For yer arm."
Pintel spoke again. "First, I'd, well, we'd like to apologise for what happened tonight, it should never 'ad happen. We wanted to stop 'em; we knew how furious he would be. You don't want to make him angry."
"I think it's too late for that…" Both pirates stared at her for a couple of seconds before Pintel continued. "Ye should know that we don't want to be here. We don't like this, not one of us. What the captain is doing is wrong, no, it's evil. We would stop him if we could but…we can't."
"Why not? Because of the curse?"
"Yes…As long as he is under that curse must we do exactly what 'e tells us to do. We can't refuse; we must follow 'im wherever he goes. Until the curse is lifted or until he lets us go…or until we die. We are not immortal like 'im, ye just saw how he shot one of the men out on deck."
"But…you're not cursed? Then how can he…?"
"Oh but we are cursed, just a little bit different then him. Our curse is…He's our curse... We can't be free until he is…"
"Why are you telling me this?" Angela looked at the two men. Ragetti mumbled something that Angela couldn't hear.
"What?"
"Because…" Pintel took a step closer to her, "ye are our only hope. Barbossa must be stopped! If he succeeds with his plan…there will be no end! The gods won' free 'im, or us. We need yer help…"
"Wait a minute, my help? What can I do?"
"Ye are the only one who can stop 'im, ye can end the curse. But to do that ye need to break the curse, we can't."
"Well but neither can I…"
"Are ye sure?"
"Yeah, I mean how…?"
"Then why did ye put some of 'is blood in that lovely trinket of yours?"
Angela stared in shock at Pintel. How can he know? Wait one sec…
"You peeked, didn't you?" Angela remembered that they had been peeking on Elisabeth when she changed her clothes one year earlier. Ragetti started to laugh and mumble something that neither Angela nor Pintel could hear.
"Aye poppet, I confess. But it doesn't matter, what's important right now is that ye can do it, ye can save us. Ye 'ave one of the three things that ye need to break the curse, 'is blood. But ye also need the chest with the Aztec gold and the medallion. Ye will be brought to the chest so that isn't a problem, but the medallion, we can' help ye with that, but ye'll find out a way to get it. I know ye will"
"Why should I help you?"
"If ye don't help us ye will be killed, Barbossa will get stronger and Captain Jack Sparrow will 'ave a long, tormenting death."
Jack tied up on the floor…an evil laughter…Jack gets kicked…Jack's throat being cut…
"Alright, I see your point, but I can't promise anything, I mean, I'm just…"
The door was opened again and Barbossa entered the cabin.
"Take her down to the brig." The two men grabbed her arms, but a lot more gentle then earlier, and took her down to the brig where they, without saying a single word, locked her up and left her alone more confused then ever…
With a Bootstrap I of course mean the same punishment that Wills father was given.
Remember the dinner scene in the movie, where Elizabeth takes a knife that she later stabs Barbossa with.
If you have the DVD you can see Pintel and Ragetti peak on Elizabeth as she changes to the dress Barbossa wanted her to wear.