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19 September 2009 @ 12:31 pm
Chapter 3 - Memories and Revelations  

 Title: Running from the Past
Chapter: Memories and Revelations
Disclaimer: the movie belongs to Disney, Jerry Bruckheimer, and Gore Verbinski


Chapter 3 

 

Great, Calise, now you are in the one place you vowed never to be, she thought to herself. As she sat in the cabin, she began to think back on the past. I wonder what it was about mother’s death that made him change? she asked herself. She closed her eyes and began to think back on that day fifteen years ago.


Flashback

“Calise! Honey, time to come in,” her mother called. Helen Barbossa was a stunning woman – long dark hair, dark eyes, and soft, ivory skin. Yet what attracted Hector Barbossa to her most was her personality. She seemed to be the only person that was to match his cunning mind and dangerous tendencies. But when it came to her daughter, Helen was the ever doting mother, showering her little girl with all kinds of love and attention. Hector was gone most of the time, sailing the seas on “merchant ships”. Helen shook her head as she thought this. In truth, her husband was a pirate, a powerful pirate. Of course he did not admit it to her but she knew better. They were even living in a pirate port called San Marca. Yet he was always gentle when he was around his daughter. She smiled as she watched her energetic five-year-old daughter. She was the light of her life, a ray of hope. With foresight only a mother can have, she knew that Calise will be the only hope for Hector Barbossa if anything happened. “Mommy! There’s ships coming in!” squealed Calise.

“Oh? What ships are they?” she asked.

“The flags have letters on them. EITC,” Calise answered. Helen froze. EITC – the East India Trading Company. They’ve arrived, she thought. “Calise, Get inside and stay there,” she ordered. Calise looked at her mother and went inside, learning a while ago to never question her mother. When she got inside, she suddenly heard the sound of cannon fire. She ran and hid under her bed. Soon she heard the sound of muskets and pistols going off. Mommy, she thought. What seemed liked forever, everything went silent. Slowly, Calise came out of her hiding place and slowly went outside. The ships she saw earlier were gone, leaving behind only death and destructions. Homes and shops were burning, dead bodies littered the streets. When the little girl saw them, she feared the worst for her mother. “Mommy! Mommy!” she yelled. Then, lying before her, was her mother, shot repeatedly. Calise cried and held her mother’s head in her arms. Then she felt arms grab her and slowly pulling her away. “It’s okay, little one. It’s only me,” said the voice of her uncle, Jacob Barbossa. Calise let herself be pulled away and sank into his embrace and cried harder.

A few hours later

Captain Hector Barbossa was excited. He was going home, going home to his wife and daughter. He has been gone for three months pirating the Caribbean. He and his family came to the Caribbean when the Mediterranean became too dangerous for them. Calise must have grown some, he thought with a smile. Oh, how he loved his little girl! As he was musing on this, a voice came from up deck, “Cap’n! Better get up here!” Barbossa went up and looked at the direction the crewman pointed out. Before him was a sight he never thought he would see – San Marca in flames. They quickly docked and Barbossa immediately ran to his home. It was still standing, but before it was the body of his wife riddled with bullets. “Helen,” he whispered. But where was his daughter? He searched the house but could not find Calise. He ran back outside only to run into his brother. “Jacob! Where is Calise?” he asked, glad to see that his brother alive.

“She’s fine, Hector. I found her after the attack and took her to my house.” Hector began to run to his brother’s house when Jacob stopped him. I have to warn you. Calise found Helen dead. She’s taking it hard,” he added. Barbossa nodded and continued to the house. “Daddy!” came a squeal. He turned just in time to catch a little sprite. “Calise,” he said, tears filling his eyes.

“Mommy’s dead,Calise said

“I know. Everything is going to be fine,” he said as he saw his daughter yawn. He smiled. “I think it’s time for bed,” he added. His daughter nodded and promptly fell asleep before Barbossa put her in her bed. Kissing her goodnight, he began to cry, crying for his wife who would never see her daughter grow up and for his daughter who has lost her mother. Composing himself, he went downstairs and looked at Jacob. “What happened?” Barbossa asked.

“The East India Trading Company – that’s what happened. They came from nowhere, firing there cannons and sending marines into the port. When they left, there was hardly anything left,” Jacob explained. He watched as Hector’s eyes became filled with rage. “Hector, don’t do anything foolish. You have Calise to think about now. You’re the only one she has left,” he said.

“She wouldn’t have to go through this if it wasn’t for them. They are going to pay for what they took from me,” Hector said venomously.

“And what about Calise? You going to make her suffer, too? She’s only a child,” Jacob implored. He was now scared for his niece. “Are you going to risk her life in your drive for vengeance?”

“She’s going to have to learn that the world is a cold place to live in. It’s either kill or be killed.”

“She’s not old enough to understand that. She’s needs to have a stable or at least a normal life.”

“That was taken from her. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be,” Barbossa said. “I’ll be back in the morning to collect Calise. Then we’re leaving.” With that, he turned and left. Jacob shook his head and turned. To his amazement, he saw Calise peeking her head through the door. “Come here, little one,” he ordered. Calise immediately went into his waiting arms. “You’re suppose to be sleeping,” he continued.

“I couldn’t sleep,” she explained.

“Did you hear what your father and I were talking about?” he asked. His niece nodded. “He’s so angry, Uncle Jacob. I don’t want to go,” she said, looking at him with scared eyes. Jacob became more grave. He knew what he must do. “You want to stay with me?” he asked. She nodded. “Your father won’t agree with it. So the only thing left is to run. Are you sure you want to be with me?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said.

“Then gather your things. We leave tonight,” he ordered. Calise ran to her room to gather her things. Jacob whispered, “Helen, forgive me for taking her away. But you gave your life to protect her. Now your husband is threatening that protection and I won’t allow it. She deserves to live.” When his niece was ready, they fled into the night. Father and daughter would not see each other for fifteen years.


Present day

She shook her head. She was so scared of her father then, afraid of what he might do. As the years past, the hate in his heart continued to grow, becoming the shell of the man that Helen Barbossa loved. Calise continued to muse on this when Pintel and Ragetti came in. “You’ll be dinin’ with the captain. And he requests you wear this,” said Pintel, holding out a dress. Calise took a look at the dress. She knew what the alternative would be – dine with the crew naked. She took the dress and said, “Tell him I’ll be there in a bit.”

Pintel was clearly upset that she accepted the dress and the invitation; but they left. Calise took a look at the dress and put it on. She looked in a mirror. The dress was cream-colored that went down to the bottom of her knees. She slowly opened the door and looked out. No one was about, so she proceeded to the captain’s cabin. She slowly opened the door and peeped in. Her father wasn’t there yet. Before she could open the door fully, a monkey appeared in front of her hanging upside down from the doorframe. It appeared to be trying to scare her. She looked at him and smiled. “Nice try,” she said. She proceeded into the cabin, with the monkey hopping onto her shoulder. She did not mind it, figuring that the monkey knew who she was. She went to some charts and started reading them, completely oblivious to the other person watching her.

Hector Barbossa took time to take in his daughter. She was definitely her mother’s daughter, with the long dark brown hair, dark eyes, and soft Caribbean-tanned skin that truly made her a beautiful sight to see. But what truly impressed him was her spirit. She definitely had pirate blood flowing through her veins. Wondering if she knows sword fighting? He wondered. He continued to watch as Calise turned her attention to a couple of knives. She examined the knife; and, without warning, expertly threw the knife at Barbossa, missing his head by inches. “I see you know how to throw knives,” he said.

“And fencing. Jack got caught up in some business that was too dangerous for me to participate in, so he left me in the one place that his rival would not think of looking – Singapore. I spent a year there, actually. Jack got caught by the EITC and spent the time trying to get them off his trail. Anyway, I met Captain Sao Feng during one of my explorations of the port. Knowing his reputation of liking beautiful women, I knew I was a little safe. When he found out that I was the daughter of a fellow Pirate Lord, he was impressed. So, instead of taking advantage of me, he taught me how to fight. I eventually earned his respect and he let me leave. I soon caught up with Jack and continued to sail with him,” she explained.

Barbossa was impressed. For his daughter to earn the respect of Sao Feng was a huge feat. Feng was the terror of the South China Sea and a double-crossing pirate. “You must be hungry,” he said, pointing out the table laden with food. Calise looked at him and then the food. “Don’t worry, it’s not poisoned,” he said. She took a seat and Barbossa sat across from her. The sat in silence until Barbossa takes out the medallion. “Do ye know what this is?” he asked.

“Of course. It’s Aztec gold. I’ve heard the stories,” she answered.

“Yes, one of 882 identical pieces they delivered in a stone chest to Cortés himself. Blood money paid to stem the slaughter he wreaked upon them with his armies. But the greed of Cortés was insatiable. So the heathen gods placed upon the gold a terrible curse. Any mortal that removes but a single piece from that stone chest shall be punished for eternity,” he continued. He gave the medallion to the monkey.

“So the stories are true? That is something I find hard to believe. I figured it to be a ghost story,” said Calise.

“Aye. That's exactly what I thought when we were first told the tale. Buried on an Island of Dead that cannot be found except for those who know where it is. Find it, we did. There be the chest. Inside be the gold. And we took 'em all. We spent 'em and traded 'em and frittered 'em away on drink and food and pleasurable company. The more we gave 'em away, the more we came to realize...the drink would not satisfy, food turned to ash in our mouths, and all the pleasurable company in the world could not slake our lust. We are cursed men, my beautiful girl. Compelled by greed, we were, but now we are consumed by it. There is one way we can end our curse. All the scattered pieces of the Aztec gold must be restored and the blood repaid. Thanks to ye, we have the final piece.”

“But you do not have the blood that needs to be repaid, do ye? You still need the blood of Bootstrap Bill Turner. A shame that you tossed him overboard,” she said, getting up. Barbossa watched her. Something in the tone of her voice made him think that she knew something. “So you need the blood of his child to repay the debt. Someone who looks just like him, I assume.” She smiled inwardly. Now she knows why Will Turner looked familiar to her. He is Bootstrap’s son. She met Bootstrap when she was seven, when her uncle stopped in Tortuga for a day. She watched her father’s eyes narrow. “Ye know who’s blood we need.” It was not a question.

“Maybe. I’m not sure. It was some time ago,” she lied. She didn’t want to know what her father would do to Will if he caught him.

“You’re lying,” Barbossa said. He suddenly made toward her. Calise pulled the knife from the wall and stabbed him. She watched in amazement as he pulled it out. “I'm curious - after killin' me what was it you plannin' on doing next?” Calise made for the door and screamed when she saw the crew. They were walking skeletons. Even the monkey was a skeleton. She turned to run back into the cabin when her father grabbed her and pushed her back out. “Look! The moonlight shows us for what we really are. We are not among the living, and so we cannot die, but neither are we dead. For too long I've been parched with thirst and unable to quench it. Too long I've been starving to death and haven't died. I feel nothing - not the wind on my face nor the spray of the sea, nor the warmth of a woman's flesh,” he said, slowly walking out the door. Calise watched as her father slowly turned into a skeleton. “You best start believing in ghost stories, Calise. You're in one!” She ran past him and he slammed the door shut behind her. She huddled in the corner, thinking, Damn, Jack, where are you?