Pirates of the Caribbean: The Devil Deals in Threes
Chapter 4: You Shot Me!
The hot bullet tore through her chest, slamming the air out of her lungs under its force.
She stumbled back slightly as she felt the wet of blood begin to seep down her chest. Not a sound escaped her lips in response to the pain, but she was sure a look of utter horror had passed across her face because something far worse was coming. Clawing at her dress she pulled up the skirt. Grabbing the map out from underneath it she tossed it quickly at Jack.
"Don't drop it," she called as it hurled through the air and he awkwardly caught it.
Her eyes dropped down and she stared with worry at the ground. Gradually a burnt ring began to form on the wood around her and as the circle closed flames ripped up inside it. The heat tore at her clothes and cooked her skin. Thin layers of her flesh pulled away, melting back only to reveal a new layer of skin underneath. A scream escaped her lips from the pain of the burns. Suddenly the flames curled around her and a figure formed in the fire.
"Oh, my little Black Donna...what are you wearing?" a deep voice chuckled.
The fames suddenly licked up around her dress and it sprinkled away in a slew of black dust. Her outfit underneath was quickly exposed. The flames subsided but continued to torch her skin. The hole from the wound was burned as well. The tattered skin peeled away revealing smooth skin. Tears were rolling down her cheek and her throat had dried so much that not a sound could emerge from it.
"You know it's a shame we can only meet when you die," the voice added as the figure began to circle around her, "It's also a shame that I'm not yet allowed to collect. You cleverly crafted your deal with the devil, my dear, but in the end you're mine."
Quickly its flaming hand shot up and gripped her chin.
"Don't think I don't know what you're trying to do," the voice hissed as its eyes shot towards the map that was clutched in Jack Sparrow's hands.
The pain in her throat was only heightened as she forced myself to speak.
"Just try and stop me," she mumbled as a smile played across my lips.
"Oh...don't you worry," the voice boomed, "I will."
Then just like that the form vanished, the flames died, and the circle no longer appeared on the wood. A small cry escaped her lips and steam resonated from her. She swayed slightly and then toppled onto her knees. Rocking slowly the pain and heat that she had felt began to subside. Her hand shot up suddenly, grasping the railing beside her. On wobbly knees she hoisted herself up and finally came to stand. Looking up at Jack, she locked eyes with him. She knew when to admit defeat. She had come for something and she would be leaving without it, but this was not the end.
"When the Pearl reaches port I'll be on my way," she said with strength in her voice that startled even her, making it sound as if nothing had just happened.
Jack stood for a moment, faint shock still on his face before he finally reacted.
"Yes, you should go...away..." he said as he waved his hands at her as if trying to shoo off a fly.
With that he spun around on his heels and started humming to himself as he unrolled the map and looked at it before disappearing again into his quarters.
Without really listening to Jack's response she turned to look out at the port city. She was sure the crew had placed some distance from her as the sound of their movements read further away. Anger burned in her mind as her eyes locked on their approaching destination.
Looking around slowly she took note a few of the crew. Her lips curled slightly as they turned away, not wishing to lock eyes with her. As she moved to turn back around she noticed Jack Sparrow in the distance. The map was gone, hidden again. His eyes were trained on her now, probably making sure she wasn't planning on stealing it for a second time. She ignored his stare, facing the island once again. She wanted off this ship...now.
Somewhere in the world beyond...
As the devil vanished from the ship the fire of his form twirled back to the pits of hell. A bitter smile spread across his face. She had been the source of amusement for so long and once again she wasn't failing to disappoint.
"So she's trying to find a way out of our deal," he laughed, though inside a deep anger burned, "But I will not let her. I want that soul..."
With narrowed eyes he knew there was nothing he could do. He would proceed as planned.