Captain Hook did not want to bid his time though he knew that that would have been the smart thing to do. He should have been sitting in his cave, planning his next maneuver carefully but he found that most of his patience had deserted him upon his resurrection. Or maybe it was upon his death.
Barbossa wanted to destroy Jack Sparrow completely; body, mind and soul. That compulsion had existed when he had been Captain Hook and seemed to only have tripled since then. The truth was that he could barely focus on anything apart from his need to rid the world of his nemesis.
Some part of him realized that this was wrong, it had always been wrong. Jack Sparrow was young enough to be his son, his younger in so many ways. He should have been taking him under his wing and teaching the boy, not delighting in his downfall. Only it didn't work that way.
He remember the way that Jack had looked that night that Barbossa had finally taken the Pearl away from him. And he remembered also, the first time that he had ever laid eyes on Captain Jack Sparrow.
He remembered seeing the young Captain from a distance and being in awe of him. Being amazed at a child that was self assured as he had never been at that age, crazy enough to undertake such an arduous journey. He had signed himself and his crew to this boy almost unthinkingly, only knowing that this was something that he must do. Then Barossa had met, spoken with the cocky young Captain and all previous plans flew out the window.
The new plan became to kill Jack and take the Black Pearl for himself. A day later, the plan changed again. Without a conscious thought or awareness of it, the goal became the utter destruction of Captain Jack Sparrow. And even having no idea of how he had that knowledge, yet unquestioning of the truth, he knew exactly how to hurt the boy in the most painful way. He knew that nothing would kill Jack more then loneliness. Even on the ship, during their brief two day journey, he had hated being alone.
Jack Sparrow had refused to give him the bearings to the treasure and it had taken Barbossa another long day to get the directions and by that time his plan was ready to be carried out.
He remembered now and relished the moment that Jack realized what was happening. The instant where the confusion and bewilderment of sleep was replaced by not quite hidden fast enough terror. The eyes were the windows to the soul.
The memories were better then food for his weary soul, revitalizing him better then a thousand rich and expensive meals could have.
He remembered again those same eyes awash in tears, too stubborn, too proud to let them fall. He heard once more the usually slurred voice shake before the former Captain got himself under firm control and stared around himself one last time, not at the crew that had betrayed him but at the ship he stood on as though he were to be leaving a part of his soul behind. And while the intellectual part of Barbossa pondered this calmly, he gave the firm orders to sail with a smile on his lips for the first time since the voyage began.
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He looked as though he were resting calmly but his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. There was only a certain amount of time that one may spend resting in a few days after all. It had started shortly after he had tuned out the main conversation and hadn't stopped since.
The beached crew of the Black Pearl had long ago decided that they were very close to being out of their minds with boredom. Somebody had started a game of catch using a coconut from their daily stash of food and everybody else joined in. Strangely, the sounds of the game only made his thoughts run even faster. He need to be on his ship, on the water. Jack could hear her call to him, pleading with him to come back and he thought that it was much past time that he fulfilled her request. He had to go back, if only for a little while.
"I'm going back to the Pearl." Captain Jack Sparrow swayed over to his entertained crew. Not even bothering to wait for a response, he headed a bit unsteadily to the row boats left on the shore.
"What? Jack are you daft? You can't just leave!" Anamaria burst out.
"Yes, and why not?" Jack asked her still moving away, pushing the small boat further into the water. "Neverland won't let me leave completely, I'll be back." He didn't ask if anyone wanted to come. He didn't know why but this felt like something that he had to do alone. Like there was something that the Pearl wanted to show him but didn't want a huge audience for. Ana shook her head as she moved foreword to join him. The resolute look on her face stopped any of his upcoming objections.
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She lifted her body out of the water, marveling at it with childhood wonder. Surprisingly, it hadn't taken much effort to dream up this new body of hers. It wasn't a real body of coarse, not one made of flesh and blood. She was more like a corporeal ghost then a real person, but she had never been human to begin with and she for the first time in her existence she had a shape, a sort of avatar and she was a women now, just as she had wonted to be.
Things were moving swiftly now, plans implemented into action.
She had known that he was the one the moment that the child had first stepped foot on her shore. The perfect child, the one she had been waiting for, the one that she could use to bring her glorious plan into completion. It hadn't been that much of a plan then, but he had definitely been the central core around which everything revolved.
She had underestimated him as well. Times and times again, she was certain that the child had sensed her, had known her and felt her inside of his mind when she had thought herself undetectable. It was almost funny that now that he finally fully sensed her that it mattered no longer. He was hers even though he didn't know it yet. Struggling against her power would accomplish nothing.
In her mind's eye, she pictured the pretty clothes that she had seen others wear in his mind and carefully applied the clothes to herself. If humans covered themselves for whatever reasons they had, then she would do so as well. Smiling softly, she walked fully dressed yet barefoot out into the clearing.
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"What did you want to tell me?" Captain Jack Sparrow whispered running a hand across the railing of his beloved ship. She practically gleamed in the sunlight, sails flapping to a happy song that only she could hear. He didn't have a very long time, he knew that. Even now, he could hear the island calling him back, the sudden, unnatural winds rocking the Pearl closer to shore then she wanted to be. But he didn't want to go back yet.
"What is it that I need to know?" He asked again. Closing his eyes, he leaned against the wheel and relaxed as he had done countless of times in the past. This was the fastest way to get the answers he needed, to see out of her eyes and allow her to tell him her story in her own way.
He wasn't prepared for the white mist that suddenly assaulted his senses. Opening his eyes in the real world didn't help for he was no longer fully there. Confused, Jack looked around but saw nothing else besides for him in the thick fog.
"Don't be frightened Captain." A soft voice said in front of him and a young girl stepped out of the mist. An imaginary wind, which did nothing for the fog, played with her blond sun-kissed hair as she came closer to him.
"Hello." Jack whispered suddenly knowing exactly who she was, no introductions necessary.
"It's a pleasure and an honor to serve under you Captain Sparrow. I'm glad that I finally get to meet you." The Black Pearl told him with a wide happy smile.
"I'm so sorry for Barbossa." Jack whispered, still not entirely convinced that all this was actually happening. Though he had thought about it countless of time, he had never actually expected to have this chance, to be able to talk to his beloved ship face to face as men could to each other. The girl in front of him shook her head empathically reaching up to touch Captain Jack's cheek.
"Don't blame yourself." She said softly. "I heard you when you talked to me every night. I am only glad that I am back with you now. At last." They stood that way, disturbed only by a light breathe of wind. "I wish I could talk to you like this forever." Then her entire demeanor changed and her hand dropped down to her side.
"Captain, I don't have much time. She must not know that I can do this, that I can talk to you like this."
"Who? Neverland?" He asked.
"Yes. I can sense her through my bond to you. She wants to posses you Captain, to take you over completely."
"She knew my mind since I was a child." Jack told her. "How can I stop her?"
"You are tied to the island and given the ability to use magic. But the other creatures of this island can use the magic as well. The island itself, now awake, can use the magic against you. All this you know. This doesn't answer your question Captain, nor does this help you." The Black Pearl smiled ruefully.
"All I know is that magic is a tool. One that you wield the best out of all of them because you are so intrinsically bound to it but at the same time an outsider, able to see the whole picture as it is. And you are so much stronger then you give yourself credit for." She reached up again and this time her feather light touch rested on his shoulder.
"You give them strength and life and they are meant to give you happiness. I wish I could stand here and talk to you like this forever." Her voice, repeating her earlier words dropped to an even lower octave, the wind stealing away her words so that he had to strain to catch them. "Close your eyes Captain, it's time to awaken."
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Heya to my dear reviewers. I'm so sorry that this took so long. Real life decided to take over for a bit and judging by the lack of updates from other ppl it's not only me. Hope you like this chapter.
Did everyone read ch 12? i LIKE ch 12. but that's what i get for posting 2 chapters together. i wanted to be nice. learned my lesson now! lol.
I wish I could write more right now and answer everyone but I'm in such a hurry. Please continue reviewing.
Cal - I only got a review for ch 13, did you read ch 12?
Thank you so much to meowbooks, DarkoBender, cal, NA
Ohoho - I'm sorry, if you don't like it, why are you reading it? And if u want a reply to ur review then leave me an address I can get back to u at. It's my imagination and I like it, how in the world is u telling me u don't constructive criticism?
