stood in my cabin, sobbing. Jack had his arms wrapped around me, silently. He promised he would find a way to get off the Dutchman. When I stopped crying, I looked at my tattered dress. I walked to my wardrobe, and pulled out a sea green dress that had been my mother's. As I rubbed the roughly spun cotton against my cheek, I heard my mother's lullaby she used to sing to me, the tune that haunted my father. I sent Jack to my father with a message, and when he left, I changed into my mother's dress. I brushed my hair, and washed my face with salt water, of course. Then I stepped into my father's cabin where his organ was.
I sat at the bench, and waited for the familiar thump of his walk, and when I heard it walk up behind me, I started to play, and sing the lullaby that my mother sang to me.
I'll be by your side
With the turn of the tide
I love you, my sailor, my rescuer
I promise I'll be there
Because we're inseperable
We love each other
And we'll always be there for each other
Because we have inseperable love
I love you, my father
My sailor, my resucer
You're the one who makes me whole
Because of you all my dreams came true
Because we're inseperable
We love each other
And we'll always be there for each other
Because we have inseperable love
You make me whole
When one door closes
You open the next one
I love you, my father
I held the last note, and my father sat down beside me, his head bowed. I could smell the salt of the sea, and I touched his crab arm. He looked at me, and put his claw up to my cheek.
"You look just like....." He said.
"I know." I said. "I'm sorry, Father. I don't want to leave the Dutchman. I don't want to hurt you the way my mother did."
"You already have, Cia." My father sighed.
"Can't I stay aboard, if I promise not to see Jack anymore?"
"You may," Davy said, his eyes looking hopeful. "If you send the Black Pearl to the depths."
I stared into my father's sky blue eyes. I didn't want to send the Pearl back to the Kraken, but I couldn't leave my father. I said simply, "Very well."
My father and I walked out onto the deck, and I stood there, closed my eyes, and deeply breathed in the salty sea air. When I opened my eyes again, they glowed blue, and I spoke quietly at first, in a different language, the language of the water creatures.
"Come to me," I said, in the strange language. "Come to me, creatures of the water, creature of destruction. I call you from the depths, Kraken. COME TO ME."
I spoke the last three words loudly, in the strange language that had the entire crew puzzled whenever I spoke it. They had learned by now to know that the Kraken came when I spoke those words. Soon, we heard the rushing of the water, and saw tentacles racing through the water. The Black Pearl was leagues away, but I could see it in my mind. I watched in sorrow as the Kraken slid it's tentacles up the side of the ship.
I watched it destroy the ship, and I heard the all too familiar screams of agony and pain, the splintering of wood, and then silence.
"It is over." Three simple words that meant the world.
"Good." My father said, he turned and walked away. "Cia, you will stay. You will have your arrangement, as we discussed."
"Yes, father." I said, curtseying in respect. I bowed my head to hide the tears running down my face. I raised my head, and held it high as I walked to my cabin. When I got there, I told myself to stop crying. "You won't make a good Captain if you are so soft."
"You won't be a good Captain if you are cruel, either, Cia." Jack Sparrow said, leaning against the wall next to me. He smiled at me, and took my hand in his. I pulled it away, and he looked at me, curiously.
"What's the matter, love?" He asked.
"I cannot see you anymore, Jack." I said, my heart aching, but my expression strong. "If I am to stay aboard the Dutchman, I am not to see you."
"So, you're going to stay aboard the ship, eh?" He said.
"Yes, Jack. I am." I replied, my face stern. "I'm going to marry Bootstrap, as my father wants me to."
"You're going to completly forget about me, then?"
"I won't forget you, Jack." I said, tears welling in my eyes. "I'll still love you. But I can't leave my father, not when I'm the last thing he has, that reminds him of my mother."
Jack walked out, and he walked to my father's cabin. He challenged him to a game of Liar's Dice. The entire crew was on the deck in a matter of moments, and I walked out, too, after hearing all the noise. I walked over to Bootstrap, and asked him what was happening.
"Miss Jones, Jack's challenged your father to a game of Liar's Dice."
"You may call me Cia, in view of the circumstances, Bootstrap." I said, smiling slightly. "What are the stakes?"
"They haven't named them yet, Cia." Bootstrap said my name almost shyly.
"The stakes?" My father said.
"Your daughter, Captain." Jack seemed to sneer at my father's name.
"Why do you want my daughter?"
Jack never had a chance to anwer, since at that moment, another voice rang clear and loud.
"I'm looking for Cia Jones."
Why was everybody looking for me?
I slowly walked through the crew, and stared at a skeleton, who was dressed in an orange and black tuxedo. His suit was badly torn, and he had something neon green wrapped around his wrist. I stood in front of him, and he grabbed me, a little roughly, and kissed me. I pulled away immediately and slapped him.
"Cia, don't you recognize me?" The skeleton asked.
"Who are you?" I asked, a little angry. "Get off this ship."
"It's me, Chris." He said, his eye sockets longing for some sort of recognition. "Chris Skellington."
"How did you get on this ship?" I asked.
"You don't recognize me at all?" He replied.
"How did you get on this ship?" I repeated, my voice more stern.
"That's not important." Chris said.
I felt the entire crew's eyes on my back, and my father stood up. My eyes glowed blue again. "If I say it is important, then it is. Tell me how you got on this ship."
"Jack Skellington sent me here."
I felt a tugging at my mind, and a female voice. "Cia, darling." It said.
"Mother?" I asked, out loud. "Where are you?"
"I'm right here. Look to your left."
I looked, and saw my mother, Darlene Jones, standing there, in a green dress, similar to the one I was wearing, her red hair blowing in the wind. I smiled, and ran over to her, hugging her tightly. I turned to my father, who was staring at her in disbelief. She walked to him, and wrapped her arms around him in a hug. My father wrapped his arms around her, and it's a wonder she could breathe.
I turned back to the skeleton calling himself Chris, and demanded to know his business.
"I came back for you, Cia." He said. "You are my wife."
"No, I'm not." I replied, showing my left hand. There was no ring. "I do not belong to you."
"Then who do you belong to?"
Bootstrap walked forward, and so did Jack.
"To the one who my father tells me I belong to." I answered. I turned to Davy, and he told me to choose.
"Mother," I asked. "What should I do?"
"Listen to your heart." She said, her arm around my father's waist.
I closed my eyes, and I saw images running past my mind, increasingly fast. The images were like I had never seen before. People dying, burning, a woman, a terrible person, ships exploding, crushing under some unknown thing. The woman's face was made clear, and it was my mother's. A man stood next to her, a tall man, with a beard. I looked closer, it was my father.
I opened my eyes upbruptly, wondering what happened. Had I seen the past? Or was it the future that looked to dangerous?
My eyes were forced closed by some unknown power, and I saw another man's face, a face covered in sea creatures, a dead face. It was Bo's. He was trying to tell me something, but I couldn't determine what. I wanted to open my eyes, I wanted to stop this horror I was watching. A town burning, children screaming, a large thing laughing loudly, commanding a girl to do his will. She had blue hair, and was in a sea green dress. Her face was turned, and it was mine.
I fell to my knees, clutching my head, screaming for the images to stop. Tears fell out of my tightly closed eyes, and I fell forward onto my elbows. Jack ran to me, as did Bootstrap, and I was picked up by Jack. He grabbed a hold of my hands, and tried to pull them away from my face, he tried to get me to open my eyes.
My father and mother stood by, wanting to do something, but knew better than to try.
"Why are you doing nothing?" Chris asked, now by me.
"She's been given the gift of foresight, she's seeing an image, we cannot stop it."
"NO!!" I screamed. "IT CAN'T HAPPEN!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!! IT WON'T EVER HAPPEN!! I WON'T GIVE IN!!!"
A voice in my head replied, "Yes, you will, Cia. You're now my servant, you will bend to my will."
