Wooo Hooo new chappie.
Listening to POTC soundtrack and lounging about in my jim-jams.
Brilliant fun!
Alrighty, some background on this chapter, the title, Superbia is the Latin word for the sin of Pride. The importance of this will become evident in this chapter.
Had a really big T-Storm last night, it was so brilliant, I love crazy weather!
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Molly lay in the comfy bed in her cabin, leant to her by Jack. He insisted that it was right next to his own. Molly wasn't sure whether it was because he didn't trust her or because he had… ulterior motives. None the less, she figured complaining wasn't going to get her anywhere so instead she went to bed early. It had been a trying day and she wasn't used to being just a crew member. She was a captain, not a sad laborious maggot. She felt very undignified as she swabbed the deck with the other crew.
"I hate this…" She muttered, staring at the ceiling or the swaying ship. It was starting to storm again and the water was getting steadily choppier. The motion of the boat was lulling Molly to sleep, her eyelids felt heavy and her mind felt distant. It wasn't long until she drifted off.
Molly tried to move, she gasped when she couldn't. She felt her hands lashed together with thick rope that cut into her flesh, same with her feet. She called out but no one answered her cries. Everything was dark and hot, sweat made her clothes stick to her shining skin.
She groaned when she felt herself being lifted from the hard floor and chained to something that awkwardly bent her back.
"Wh-wh…" she couldn't speak as her mouth was parched as the desert sand. Whoever was tending to her was completely silent as he or she worked, binding Molly to an unknown object. "Where am I?" She finally spluttered.
Her captor said nothing but only finished binding Molly.
"Superbia ultio."
Blinding pain tore through Molly's body as it felt like her back was being torn apart, the wooden wheel under her creaked as it stretched her violently, she writhed in pain, or she would have if she wasn't bound to the wheel that was slowly breaking her body. She screamed in agony, her captor laughed mercilessly.
"Superbia ultio." He repeated in the deep guttural boom.
Molly screamed again, tears gushing from her tightly clenched eyes.
Suddenly the pain stopped.
"Molly. Molly. Miss Winters!"
Molly sat up, her body quaking, she was coated in freezing cold sweat, her face shone with a combination of tears and sweat. She looked to her right; Jack was kneeling next to the bed, her sweaty hand clenched tightly in his own. She shivered some more and leant over the other side of the bed where she was sick. She sat back up, wiping bile from around her lips.
Jacks eyes were full of concern as he looked at the shuddering, quaking mess that was Molly Winters.
"Miss Winters. Are you alright?"
She wouldn't make eye contact, her red eyes were turned to the window.
"Molly." He said sternly, grabbing her chin and turning her so she had to look at him. "What happened?"
Her whole body suddenly went rigid as her mouth opened in a silent scream of agony, more tears fell from her eyes, Jack leapt backwards from Molly, terrified of what he was witnessing. She sobbed and clawed at her left forearm, Jack made up his mind and crossed the room again, pinning Molly, he thrust back her long white sleeve.
"Shiver me timbers…" He said softly, gazing at Molly's arm.
Tattooed in heavy black letters was the word Superbia.
Molly had stopped crying and screaming, she had become eerily silent as Jack held her upright on the bed.
"J-jack…" She stuttered, trying to calm herself. "Wh-what's happening?"
"It's fine, don't move… Just. Just… stay still."
"I thought it was a dream… e-everything was d-d-dark an' an' th-then… The the p-pain… Jack, the pain, it was s-so bad…He k-kept saying S-superbia ultio…"
Jack nodded grimly and showed Molly her wrist.
"No…" She said. Her voice became more solid. "This can't be happening…"
"What is it love?"
"Superbia is Latin for Pride, one of the seven deadly sins…"
"So what's wrong with a supernatural tattoo?"
Molly shook her head and looked at Jack.
"This tattoo is marking me Sparrow… I don't know what it means… but…I'm scared."
"Know what you need love? Some rum."
"Of course." Molly sighed, wiping away some of the sweat with the sheets.
Jack returned with a bottle and two glasses, he uncorked the bottle with a grin and poured the rum, he handed a glass to Molly and proceeded to swig his own.
"Drink up me 'earties yo-ho!" He said, draining the glass.
Molly smiled half heartedly and sipped the rum, she wasn't in the mood for drinking at the moment. She was still absorbed in the dream and the tattoo that had miraculously appeared on her wrist… She knew of the seven deadly sins, she also knew of the legend that surrounded them. A person who commits all seven sins is doomed to an eternity of torment and servitude…
Molly was receiving an ultimatum; mend your ways or the deepest pit of hell is reserved for you Winters.
The mattress sunk as Jack sat right next to Molly on the bed.
"I'm not sure whether or not it's the rum… But you seem much quieter than normal."
Molly looked at him, her eyebrow quirked. She said nothing though.
"You know, I've heard about you Miss Winters, supposed to be a right good captain…"
Yup, he's drunk.
"Well Sparrow, I think I'll go back to sleep now, so you can leave if you like."
Jack blinked a couple times. "You ain't done your rum." He motioned to the half full glass still in Molly's hand.
"Oh. Here." She said, handing the glass to Jack.
He looked like a kid who received a Christmas present early as he drank it.
"You're a good lass Molly…" He said, putting down the empty glass on the bedside table. He wrapped his arms around her and leant back against the pillows, pulling her head to his chest.
Molly was too exhausted to complain. She fell asleep right where she was, holding Jacks hand.