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Anamaria stared at the back of Jack's head as he marched steadily onwards. He stared at the ground in front of him, seemingly lost in thought. She wondered what he was thinking about. Probably the odds of them pulling this off and walking away alive.
She knew she didn't have much of chance with him; Jack wasn't the sort of man to see what was directly in front of him. He could see all the cracks in an inescapable situation, but when it came to the blindingly obvious, Jack was utterly hopeless. She knew there were others - how could anyone forget the tale of Jack's Tortuga Escapade: when he had...yeah, well, they all knew the story. And as improbable as it seemed (Jack dangling off the edge of a roof, completely drunk, his ankles held by the night's unpaid wenches, and singing very loudly an extremely lewd song about cleavage), it was unfortunately true.
But who knew what the future might bring?
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Deadeye Alderman gazed cruelly down as his men dumped the bodies of the five women across the obsidian altar. They were rolled onto their backs, heads and limbs flopping limply. Then the crew exited the stone cavern, moving as quickly as they could. Woe to them if they were still in the chamber when Ochiri appeared.
Alderman looked at the flask in hand. It could have been taken for a completely ordinary bottle, comtaining ale or rum, were it not for the faint golden glow emmenating from around the stopper. Within the bottle were the souls of six women.
Alderman cursed himself for not taking the Port Royal woman's body: in a moment of weakness, he had forgotten her needed the bodies for the ceremony. But the true importance lay in the souls, and he possessed them all. Each of the women whose souls he had stolen were all closely linked to pirates in some way: an Irish blackguard's daughter, a Jamaican pirate's dear cousin, a Mexican outlaw's wife, an American brigand's childhood friend, the blond-haired pirate's wench from Port Royal and then finally, Jack Sparrow's love. The one he himself had lusted after, only to have her plucked from beneath his nose by the young, charismatic pirate captain.
It didn't matter now. The women were just lures, bait to lure the pirates to their doom. Some of the Caribbean outlaws would die at Ochiri's hand, others from the arctic conditions by the curse's awakening. And yet others would kill each other fighting for the last remaining scraps of food. The pirates of the Caribbean were fated to die, and all those connected to them as well.
He looked down at the faintly luminescent flask and sniggered. If he knew Jack, he would be on his way to the Scorpion Bowl now, even as he carelessly tossed the chrystal Soul Bottle up into the air and caught it again. Your time is near, Jack Sparrow, he thought darkly. But you won't die until I've torn your pathetic little heart right out of your chest. You won't survive her death, now will you? You'll follow her willingly won't you? Your time is near, Jack. Death is sniffing at your heels. It won't be long before it catches up.
He stepped up to the altar to begin the ceremony. It would take six days to fully complete the ritual, more than enough time to allow the six concerned pirates to catch up to him. It had to be six; always six. Six was the devil's number, a symbol of evil. Ochiri's soul was twisted in the grip of revenge, and when something originally good was perverted by evil, it was twice as powerful. She needed the summoning number of six to gain access to the real world from the spirit realm. As long there were six souls in the Soul Bottle, she could cross over.
And when she arrived, Jack would be stepping through the door to meet his own destruction.
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A/N: OMG, im SO sorry for not updating for so long! i moved overseas and i like, JUST got my computer back! that and since POTC 2 has come out this plotline is kinda obsolete...so i lost interest in it. (guilt...) HUMONGOUS thanks goes out to Shaded-Sky for reading my story and making me get off my butt and write. more will be forthcoming on this, so hang in there, we're getting to the end.