Tia Dalma had never seen a woman who was so determined as this young girl. She had come a long way. She was from Ireland, and she was fiery with anger. She wanted revenge. She wanted to be immortal. That was a tall order for Tia Dalma. She had turned people into animals before, but she had never made someone immortal.
"And why do you need to be immortal, child?" the goddess questioned. There was something different about this girl. She was filled with fury, something Tia Dalma could relate to.
"There will be no power that can hold me down," she said, her green eyes flashing. "I will rise above all oppression, and I will be free."
This sparked the goddess's interest.
"You have abandoned your home country, have you?" Calypso asked.
"I have," the young woman replied. "I came in search of you. I heard that you can work with magic."
"Dat would be true," Tia Dalma replied, turning around and facing the woman. "You, a nameless wanderer, want to be an immortal?"
"I will be an immortal," said the woman. Tia raised her eyebrows.
"And what has caused da hate in your heart, girl?"
"Man," she replied, and Tia squinted. This girl had something against a man. She reached for her fortune bones, and cast them on the table.
"Your heart was betrayed," Tia Dalma said, looking up at the woman. She did nothing to refute her statement.
"And now, you want revenge," she went on, as the girl remained silent.
"Wouldn't you?" the girl spoke up. Tia Dalma stopped, and turned to face her, smiling. This girl was smart.
"I would," Tia replied. The girl had won her heart now. Oppression was one thing Tia Dalma could not stand for. She had been subjected to her current form by the Brethren Court. She couldn't argue against this girl anymore.
"Where will you go?" Tia Dalma asked, grabbing bottles needed for her ritual.
"The world will be my path," the woman replied. Tia Dalma came back into the room.
"What will your purpose be?"
"To curse those who oppress the weak, and rise above man."
"Geneva," Tia Dalma said, readying her magic. It was a beautiful name. The woman looked at her.
"You will have a part of my power," Tia Dalma said, clapping her hands together, an earthy dust falling through the air. "You will be known as a sea lioness, a woman to be feared and revered on da seas. But your name will have a part of me as well, so dat man will know who you are. So, you will be called Geneva Dalma."