Chapter 2: The Mutiny
Disclaimer: Again, I do not own anything having to do with the Pirates of the Caribbean series of movies.
Summary: This is a direct continuation from the last chapter.
Isabella had stood on the deck of her blood red ship, the "Red Death". She tensed as she felt the cool island air on her skin, as it blew through her hair. From far away, her hair resembled a burning torch, because of the suns light.
He's after me
she knew all that she had done was beginning to catch up with her. He would send his beast, it would follow her until she was dragged to the bottom of the deep. She thought it was a gift, but now she saw it for what it really was...a curse. No she did not take any Aztec gold, or steal a key...what she did was ten times worse. She destroyed her home village in Italy; burning every man and woman she found. She even killed the village priests, she only left the children alive.
They are the only truely innocent ones.
She soon felt an unsatable hunger for blood and mayhem. She would travell up to western Europe, and soon to the Islands, were she would continue her "reign of terror". She sold her soul for this power, but she did not know the price she would pay for it. Although she was stronger than before, in fact more than most women and some men, she lost a bit of her humanity, and seemed to lose more an more, slowly resembling the demons she read about as a child.
That's what happens when you read too many scary stories...they teach you stupid things...Am I human anymore?
Although she was fast and agile, and could survive almost any injury, she was plagued with nightmares of those she murdered, and was therefore unable to sleep without massive amounts of rum. And she ran a dry ship, and despised the vile drink. Another thing she had compromised in order to live out her vengeance.
"Liz, turn around..." She heard...she slowly turned raising a red brow.
"We're tired, "captain", tired of dealing with your hairbrained ideas, we've been runnin' from a beast that don't even ixist, and now...this be the last straw!"
"What are you talking about..." She knew what he was talking about, and saw his eyes dart to the soiled bandage wrapped around her hand. He viciously grabbed her had and raised it, tearing off the bandaged, twisted her wrist towards the rest of her crew, which had proceeded to gather around to see the disturbance.
"See this...the Black Spot! She's doomed us all!" He yelled, the rest going into to an outraged uproar. Her eyes opened widely, they knew her secret, and now they wanted her blood. Some grabbed swords, others guns, and the instigator backed handed her harshly, and spit out the words "Filthy beast!" She stood up, and before she could fight back, she felt a burning pain sear through her back and chest, and she fell to the ground, blacking out.
Stupid men...idiots, all of them.
"Isabella..."
"It's Liz now, father..." She said almost harshly, as she sipped the red wine, savoring it..."Don't you love the smell of it? Isn't it beautiful?" She asked her pained father, the smell of burning flesh filled the air. Liz looked out of the window smiling, seeing the charred bodies of people in their last death throes tied to stakes throughout the city...
All her father could do was stare at his daughter, with a look that betrayed his feelings; she really was as insane as they warned him about...oh God...
Hours later, a hand, covered in blood, snaked over the rail of the left side of the ship, and a body fell over and onto the deck with a thump...she saw the same man barking orders...something about Tortuga and women, and the man he was talking to began to tremble. Bloody Liz sat up, and stood up slowly, a bit supernaturally, the hole in her chest just a a bloody spot. The blood she coughed up bordered the corners of her mouth, and she bared her teeth, tearing off her gloves. She revealed a pair of vicious filed nails, causing her hands to resemble claws. Her eyes reflected the light from the moon, causing them to glow eerily. She growled, and jumped at him, his screams echoing accross the sea...
Hours later, she stood the men surrounding her. "If you feel uncomfortable following me, you are more than welcome to jump ship...but you will NOT betray me, and what ever that horrid beast could do to you, believe me...I will do ten times worst, and now...for anytime you break one of my laws...I will tear you apart!" She hissed, the men staring at the mangled remains of the mutineer, his blood almost invisible against the red ship.
She spied a ship sailing in the opposite direction she was, and the hunger for death began to tear at her insides. She debated whether or not to attack, but the ravishing hunger turned to pain. She pulled out a long very fancy sabre, which she had torn from the dead hands of a very high ranking British naval officer, and pulled out a large pistol. She trembled, the hunger overbearing, and overrunning her logic. She pointed the sword towards the ship and let out avery inhuman roar.