One - And So It Goes.
Bill Turner struggled against the straps that held him trapped under the water. He thought he would go insane. How long had it been, weeks, months, years? If he stayed prisoner much longer he'd go insane. Bill's head turned. What was that? Was it one of them? He had no clue what "they" were. The only thing he knew is what "they" did. Time after time he'd see one of the creatures pull a struggling man to the ocean floor and hurl him about until the life drained from him. It was a macabre dance and Bill was almost positive now that the evil creatures were wrenching the very souls out of those unfortunate enough to find themselves in their grip. The creatures had approached and inspected him when he came hurtling into the depths. They came at him like sharks to a school of goldfish. But they'd stopped and almost recoiled. Every once in a while one or two of them seemed to check up on his status. Could they know that he was cursed? Could they be waiting for the curse to be lifted to do to him what he'd seen them do to countless other men? Would they also drown him and break his body stealing his soul for God knows what?
Bill again turned his attention to the straps. Damn it Barbossa you bastard. He was bound tight. They had killed Jack. There was no way he'd gotten off that island, and it was still uncertain if he'd perish himself but at least he'd made sure they'd live eternally as cursed men. He'd sent one piece of that gold home to his son. They'd not harm him if they knew he had the medallion. Leverage, his son had leverage. It was all he could think to do to protect him.
It had been almost four years since Jonathan had stormed out of the house. Shortly afterward Courtney had started treating her differently. Although she didn't know the details she sensed there was trouble in the marriage and that her youngest son was staying away from home for extended periods of time. Wanting to allow Courtney to continue to live in denial, James had asked Sidi to please stay in the main house when Jonathan visited to keep up appearances. She did as James wished as the house was so big they barely saw each other anyway. Sidi had started feeling very uncomfortable around Courtney and moved back into her house in the woods. She was still angry. He had robbed her of everything. He had admitted to lying. He never ever intended to stay faithful. Now she had no husband, no family and her only future was to spend the rest of her life here taking Courtney's abuse.
Courtney's baby had run away from home. Sidi mocked. She thinks its my fault. It made her see red that he was popping in for Mummy's birthday in a few months. Again James had come to her and asked her if she would join them and stay together in the main house pretending to be happily married for Courtney's sake. Had it not been for Victoria she would have gone mad. It was Victoria who gave her strength and helped he see what the truth really was. Men were lying dogs. They lived to abuse women. Sidi vowed never again to be put in a position to be abused again. It was also Victoria who helped Sidi formulate her plan.
Charles had started showing interest again. Sidi still felt warm when she remembered the hardness of his body. Courtney was still lived in the fantasy that Charles was a good boy wanting to find a woman to share his life with. All Charles was interested in was finding a bed. And as for her, Sidi knew darn well that he still wanted to hang her head on a plaque above his fireplace right between the deer and the moose. She would be a trophy. He had it off with Jonathan's wife. But, she thought, if it gave her a baby what did she care? What a delicious option, as Victoria would say. Sidi laughed. Having Charles' baby. That would just stick it to dear, dear Courtney wouldn't it? Courtney's pride and joy getting his brother's whore wife pregnant, that would be too good to be true. It was definitely one of her best options.
Then there was Adam. She loved Adam and would have his child in an instant if he asked her to. However he was still hung up on Anna Maria. Their on- again off-again relationship was enough to make your head spin. At first it was Anna Maria who kept breaking it off. Now it was Adam who wasn't sure he wanted to be married. Who could blame him with all the wonderful examples of marriage he' had been exposed to. She wasn't sure if Adam could father children anyway. He was a cripple. There was some sort of mysterious accident at sea that caused his brain to be damaged. Adam was confined to a wheelchair. There were times he could use crutches but his hands didn't work well sometimes and it was difficult for him.
She had been scouting the men in the village as well. There were many men who would be able to give her a child. All she need do is pick one. Her learning of Jonathan's appearance at his mother's birthday was just damn good luck. Sidi had a plan. She needed to entice her man fast and keep him until she knew she was with child. Once it was confirmed all she need to is to stop giving the lover the special tea she had prepared especially for this situation. Once out of the influence of the tea the poor man would run like a jackrabbit denying that he was the baby's father. It was just so simple. She had time. Sidi put her plan in action.
Sidi glanced at her reflection in the mirror. She put the perfume down on the table and stood to look in the full-length looking glass next to her. She had on only a silver robe Jonathan had bought her long ago. She was not unattractive. Why did she think that she was? She pulled the scarf from her hair and let the curly black locks cascade down past her shoulders and to the middle of her back. She inspected her thighs and touched her stomach and smiled satisfied with the body in the mirror. It had been such a long time since she had even thought of herself in terms of beauty. But now that she knew he would come she wanted to be beautiful for him. Her gaze returned to the looking glass. That's when she saw him standing on the porch watching her through the open doors. She turned. She was provocative in the transparent silver robe and need not guess what he was thinking. It excited her. Her breasts were full and firm. Her body was strong and attractive. She looked into the beautiful face on the porch. She wanted him too. Nervously she caressed herself drawing her hands up and down her breasts and back to her stomach and thighs. She breathed deeply letting her chest rise and fall as she performed in the manner she thought a strumpet performs when seducing her client. She lifted her hair to the top of her head and turned back to the glass. Her hair tumbled down her back again. He had entered the room and she could feel him close to her. His touch caused her to shiver as he brushed her hair away allowing his mouth full access to her neck and shoulders. His hands cupped the breasts he so badly wanted to taste. She could feel his hardness against her as he rhythmically rocked against the sheer robe she wore. She sighed and took his hands kissing each finger and palm. As he turned her toward him she tugged at his shirt and dropped it to the floor. She kissed his neck and chest. She pulled down his trousers allowing him to step out of them before putting her arms around his waist. She pressed her hips against his and said simply. "I want a baby." He took her where she stood. He lay with her on the rug in front of the fire and made love to her. He whispered how beautiful she was and how he ached for her. He told her how much he wanted her to have his child. She couldn't remember having been made love to this way before. He did things to please her. Her responses excited him. He made her scream and cry out. When they finished he held her in his arms and kissed her. He told her how much he loved and cared about her. She fell asleep in his arms. When she awoke she was alone.
The next night she waited for him on the porch with a special cup of tea she had made just for him. She took him to the wagon that Jonathan had insisted on having built and pleasured him in every way a woman could pleasure a man. He gasped and whispered her name again and again softly cursing under his breath. They made love all night long and again he was kissing and holding her when she drifted into sleep. Again she woke up alone. They met at the wagon every chance they got. Days turned to weeks and into months.
Bill Turner struggled against the straps that held him trapped under the water. He thought he would go insane. How long had it been, weeks, months, years? If he stayed prisoner much longer he'd go insane. Bill's head turned. What was that? Was it one of them? He had no clue what "they" were. The only thing he knew is what "they" did. Time after time he'd see one of the creatures pull a struggling man to the ocean floor and hurl him about until the life drained from him. It was a macabre dance and Bill was almost positive now that the evil creatures were wrenching the very souls out of those unfortunate enough to find themselves in their grip. The creatures had approached and inspected him when he came hurtling into the depths. They came at him like sharks to a school of goldfish. But they'd stopped and almost recoiled. Every once in a while one or two of them seemed to check up on his status. Could they know that he was cursed? Could they be waiting for the curse to be lifted to do to him what he'd seen them do to countless other men? Would they also drown him and break his body stealing his soul for God knows what?
Bill again turned his attention to the straps. Damn it Barbossa you bastard. He was bound tight. They had killed Jack. There was no way he'd gotten off that island, and it was still uncertain if he'd perish himself but at least he'd made sure they'd live eternally as cursed men. He'd sent one piece of that gold home to his son. They'd not harm him if they knew he had the medallion. Leverage, his son had leverage. It was all he could think to do to protect him.
It had been almost four years since Jonathan had stormed out of the house. Shortly afterward Courtney had started treating her differently. Although she didn't know the details she sensed there was trouble in the marriage and that her youngest son was staying away from home for extended periods of time. Wanting to allow Courtney to continue to live in denial, James had asked Sidi to please stay in the main house when Jonathan visited to keep up appearances. She did as James wished as the house was so big they barely saw each other anyway. Sidi had started feeling very uncomfortable around Courtney and moved back into her house in the woods. She was still angry. He had robbed her of everything. He had admitted to lying. He never ever intended to stay faithful. Now she had no husband, no family and her only future was to spend the rest of her life here taking Courtney's abuse.
Courtney's baby had run away from home. Sidi mocked. She thinks its my fault. It made her see red that he was popping in for Mummy's birthday in a few months. Again James had come to her and asked her if she would join them and stay together in the main house pretending to be happily married for Courtney's sake. Had it not been for Victoria she would have gone mad. It was Victoria who gave her strength and helped he see what the truth really was. Men were lying dogs. They lived to abuse women. Sidi vowed never again to be put in a position to be abused again. It was also Victoria who helped Sidi formulate her plan.
Charles had started showing interest again. Sidi still felt warm when she remembered the hardness of his body. Courtney was still lived in the fantasy that Charles was a good boy wanting to find a woman to share his life with. All Charles was interested in was finding a bed. And as for her, Sidi knew darn well that he still wanted to hang her head on a plaque above his fireplace right between the deer and the moose. She would be a trophy. He had it off with Jonathan's wife. But, she thought, if it gave her a baby what did she care? What a delicious option, as Victoria would say. Sidi laughed. Having Charles' baby. That would just stick it to dear, dear Courtney wouldn't it? Courtney's pride and joy getting his brother's whore wife pregnant, that would be too good to be true. It was definitely one of her best options.
Then there was Adam. She loved Adam and would have his child in an instant if he asked her to. However he was still hung up on Anna Maria. Their on- again off-again relationship was enough to make your head spin. At first it was Anna Maria who kept breaking it off. Now it was Adam who wasn't sure he wanted to be married. Who could blame him with all the wonderful examples of marriage he' had been exposed to. She wasn't sure if Adam could father children anyway. He was a cripple. There was some sort of mysterious accident at sea that caused his brain to be damaged. Adam was confined to a wheelchair. There were times he could use crutches but his hands didn't work well sometimes and it was difficult for him.
She had been scouting the men in the village as well. There were many men who would be able to give her a child. All she need do is pick one. Her learning of Jonathan's appearance at his mother's birthday was just damn good luck. Sidi had a plan. She needed to entice her man fast and keep him until she knew she was with child. Once it was confirmed all she need to is to stop giving the lover the special tea she had prepared especially for this situation. Once out of the influence of the tea the poor man would run like a jackrabbit denying that he was the baby's father. It was just so simple. She had time. Sidi put her plan in action.
Sidi glanced at her reflection in the mirror. She put the perfume down on the table and stood to look in the full-length looking glass next to her. She had on only a silver robe Jonathan had bought her long ago. She was not unattractive. Why did she think that she was? She pulled the scarf from her hair and let the curly black locks cascade down past her shoulders and to the middle of her back. She inspected her thighs and touched her stomach and smiled satisfied with the body in the mirror. It had been such a long time since she had even thought of herself in terms of beauty. But now that she knew he would come she wanted to be beautiful for him. Her gaze returned to the looking glass. That's when she saw him standing on the porch watching her through the open doors. She turned. She was provocative in the transparent silver robe and need not guess what he was thinking. It excited her. Her breasts were full and firm. Her body was strong and attractive. She looked into the beautiful face on the porch. She wanted him too. Nervously she caressed herself drawing her hands up and down her breasts and back to her stomach and thighs. She breathed deeply letting her chest rise and fall as she performed in the manner she thought a strumpet performs when seducing her client. She lifted her hair to the top of her head and turned back to the glass. Her hair tumbled down her back again. He had entered the room and she could feel him close to her. His touch caused her to shiver as he brushed her hair away allowing his mouth full access to her neck and shoulders. His hands cupped the breasts he so badly wanted to taste. She could feel his hardness against her as he rhythmically rocked against the sheer robe she wore. She sighed and took his hands kissing each finger and palm. As he turned her toward him she tugged at his shirt and dropped it to the floor. She kissed his neck and chest. She pulled down his trousers allowing him to step out of them before putting her arms around his waist. She pressed her hips against his and said simply. "I want a baby." He took her where she stood. He lay with her on the rug in front of the fire and made love to her. He whispered how beautiful she was and how he ached for her. He told her how much he wanted her to have his child. She couldn't remember having been made love to this way before. He did things to please her. Her responses excited him. He made her scream and cry out. When they finished he held her in his arms and kissed her. He told her how much he loved and cared about her. She fell asleep in his arms. When she awoke she was alone.
The next night she waited for him on the porch with a special cup of tea she had made just for him. She took him to the wagon that Jonathan had insisted on having built and pleasured him in every way a woman could pleasure a man. He gasped and whispered her name again and again softly cursing under his breath. They made love all night long and again he was kissing and holding her when she drifted into sleep. Again she woke up alone. They met at the wagon every chance they got. Days turned to weeks and into months.
