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A Most Unusual Interest	By : Nemain Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 5187 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-A Most Unusual Interest
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A Most Unusual Interest Chapter Nineteen (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Foxfeather is a multitalented Goddess and Uberbeta! J Readers/Reviewers: Sorry it took so long�I was sick and just got behind in
everything! But *blush * Thanks for the
reviews and for reading!

Myrtle
swilled the rum in her mouth before swallowing. It burned her parched throat and made her stomach cramp as it
spread through her system. She decided
then and there she hated rum. How
could I ever have thought it smelled nice?
Her thoughts, constantly on Jack since she had been abducted,
redoubled. Will he think I ran away,
she wondered, or will he look for me? Surely he�s been in port long
enough. He can�t linger as long as he
pleases� Her fingers tightened
convulsively on the neck of the bottle and she wondered if Richard would care
if she drunk herself into unconsciousness.
I hope Gibbs is alright. Poor
man�he did not deserve that� Her
delight at seeing Jack�s first mate had been tempered with fear for her own life. �Hit him,� Richard had hissed next to her
ear. �We cannot delay any longer!� She had swung the bottle, cracking it across
his skull and hoping she had not hurt him too badly. When he hit the ground with a thud, the trickle of blood seeping
from his hairline, she had nearly been sick.
How can I be a pirate if I can�t even hit a man? She took another long swallow of the rum,
this time relishing the burn. If it
burns, I�m still alive and Jack might still find /i>
�No!�
Richard snarled, striking the bottle from her hand and sending it crashing
against the wide palm trunk nearest her.
�You must be lucid!�
�For what?�
she demanded, rising slowly to her feet. Her knees ached and her back screamed
in pain from hours of being bound, jostling in some rickety cart from Zoruba
proper to the wilds of the island beyond the port. She wished, faintly,
that she had not pulled the buttons off of her unmentionables. They were threatening to drop around her
ankles and she had the strong notion this would damage her demeanor in
Richard�s eyes. �You have not toe
ae
anything! What am I to do? How can I do it if you do not tell me?�
Richard�s
normally angelic features became hard and clouded. �You do not speak to me until I give permission.� Myrtle stepped back involuntarily but was
unable to escape the hard clutch of his fingers around her wrist, grinding
against her bones. �You do not
understand perfection. You do not
understand power. Your sister was the
same way,� he spat.
She choked
on a cry. Willow and Hazel rose up like
ghosts in her mind�s eye, making her shake with unrequited anger. �Never speak of them to me,� she snarled,
finding a hidden reserve of defiance she had feared lost. �You are vile to even think of them!�
�You,� Richard�s
voice had become low and tight, far more frightening than if he had yelled or
shouted, �are a vessel. Nothing more,
nothing less.� His grip slackened on
her wrist and he smiled as she edged away.
�You really have no clue, do you?
All that reading and bluestocking book love, and you�re clueless as an
infant.�
�I know
that you are not the man my sister married,� she said quietly. �You haven�t been since the night your son
died.�
Surprisingly,
he smiled. �Ah, yes. My final sign. I knew then that you were meant for this.�
�Meant for
what?� Myrtle heard the note of desperation in her own voice and cringed. �All I see is that I have been nearly
killed, kidnapped, and dragged to some wilderness on an island even pirates
find distasteful!� She rubbed at her
sore wrist absently and glared, her ire reaching new heights. �I know what Goliath is. I know what you have done.�
�No, you
don�t,� he sighed. �You have no idea.�
�Voudou,�
she began, only to have him slap her so hard her teeth rattled. She staggered sideways and hit the broad
palm trunk, the bark abrading her skin as she slid down, her face aching
enormously.
�Voudou is
not my path,� he growled, seeming to grow in the waning light. �It shunned me. The gods of Voudou do not accept what I must do.�
She
blinked, her mind grinding to a halt. �But,�
she said after a long pause, �Goliath�he�s a zombie.�
�Zombie�how�English
of you. What do you know of that?�
�The dead,
raised��
�Myths, all
of it,� he dismissed her, pacing towards the small fire burning in the
depression in the middle of the clearing.
�Voudou is peaceful, not the religion of boogey men and�and monsters.� Richard bent and retrieved the last bottle
of rum, regarding it fondly. �I needed
more. Power, that is what I
lacked. I was called to it before I
even married your sister. My visions
led me astray, though.� He took a long,
loud draught of the alcohol and stifled a belch. �Willow was too weak. She
was too simple, too�pure. She accepted
too much. I saw, though, after the gods
took my son, that you were the one I needed.�
�Gods,� she
breathed, the gears turning again. �I�m
not yours to need or have.� Tropical
thunder roiled in the distance, a thick whiff of rain tingling her senses.
�That is
where you are wrong. You were ordained,�
he said, his voice taking on a strange cadence. �Chosen by the hand of God himself to be the vessel.�
Myrtle was
scooting slowly backwards on the sandy soil, inching inexorably towards the
treeline. The copse was not great but
it was thick enough to hide her and provide some cover should she try to
run. �Vessel for what?�
�For him,
of course,� he laughed. �I�ve done as
he asked, gathered my oracles, gathered my army��
�Army of
zombies?� she hazarded, hoping to keep him talking. Between taking her chances with Richard and taking her chances in
Zoruba, she would choose Zoruba any day.
All I have to do is run, she chanted to herself. I can find passage on any ship out of
here. I�ll pay with my honor if I have
to.
�Zombies! Pah!�
He threw the bottle and smiled as it shattered against a tree. �Zombies are a fiction of the ignorant. It�s a simple charm, a powder, a hex almost
but it is no magic which makes Goliath or his brothers in arms this way.�
�What is
it?�
�Ah, now,
if I told you, you would know too much,� he grinned, seemingly seeing her for
the first time in hours as his face took on a hungry expression. �I wonder if you are still as sweet as I
remember��
Myrtle
praised Goliath inwardly then as he crashed through the brush and trees,
looming out of the darkness to fall at Richard�s feet. She shoved herself to a runner�s crouch and
took off, limping and gasping as pain shot through her body. Richard yelled behind her but she did not
dare look back. She ran and crashed
through whipping branches and sharp shells, the sound of the sea not far
away. She did not know which way to go
as she broke through the last line of palms.
To her left, the first edge of dark water glinted under the rising
moon. To her right and a little ahead,
Zoruba�s port shimmered with it�s lanterns and torches. Behind her, Richard thundered. She finally glanced back and stifled a
scream as Goliath burst through the palms.
Without another thought, she ran northward, towards the port.
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