Pirates Of The Caribbean:
Premonitions and Portents
Prologue
Part One
It was nights like this when Cordelia Morgan was most thankful for her imagination. Escapism was what they called it: the desire to retreat into imaginative entertainment rather than deal with the stress, tedium, and daily problems of the mundane world. There was no denying that escapism was what kept her alive.
Every night, lying on her back, the weight of some drunken pirate on her, Cordelia would travel out of her mind. She would visit delightful places; sandy beaches, beautiful cities… Her favourite place though was the sea. She would let her mind take her to the ocean. She would fly through the air, the sea breeze fresh on her face, and make believe that she was standing at the bow of a ship without a care in the world. The images in her mind were so vivid that Cordelia sometimes swore she had really visited these places, but she knew this was impossible.
Cordelia was nothing more than a whore. She had been for as long as she could remember. There was no way that she had travelled anywhere in her life, let alone the places she voyaged to in her dreams. The thing she dreamed for most was for a handsome gentleman to sweep her off her feet and take her far far away from the streets of Tortuga. It would never happen, she was sure of it, but it was these very imaginings that kept her going. Escapism was what they called it…