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Star of the Sea	By : KiwiGirl Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 3326 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Star of the Sea
- 2-Shadows
- 3-Visitor
- 4-Betrayal
- 5-Purpose
- 6-Guidance
- 7-Payment
- 8-Return
- 9-Amber
- 10-Empty
- 11-Unnatural
- 12-Anger
- 13-Knowing
- 14-Walls
- 15-Resignation
- 16-Truth
- 17-Fear
- 18-Trust
- 19-Intent
- 20-Ready
- 21-Entwined
- 22-Duty
- 23-Time
- 24-Destiny
- 25-Knowing
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Maia slept, but even in that dream state she acknowledged what
her body sensed and her dreams melded with reality. They were nearing Tortuga; the lights of the
pirate port had been faint on the horizon when they had found their bed the previous
night. Now she could feel the difference in the swell, no longer that of open
sea, but the softer rhythm of more protected currents, land was near. Soon they
would be home. Not her home but Jack�s home but it felt right to call it that,
though the word felt odd in her mouth. There were things he wished to share, a
sister being but one. She had not known that. But there was and she was both
nervous and intrigued, he was different when he spoke of her, a different face,
that of brother, she was looking forward to meeting the girl that created the
look that was a mix of love, frustration and sheer bafflement. She stretched in
her sleep, long, like a cat, and lazily she reached out for him, her hand
touching bare skin.

�Tis just the sea luv� his voice was sleepy, soft his hand brushing over her
face as she turned to him, her lips grazing his mouth, a whisper of a kiss in
return and she felt herself relax again, spiraling back into deep sleep. Drifting away with him.

The voice that intruded not so many hours later was unwelcome, unwanted, a
voice that only she could hear, years of hearing and knowing and obeying.

�Awaken Maia it is de time� firm, commanding and once she would have
immediately reacted, once she would have eagerly answered. But
not now. Things had shifted. She walled the sound off and deliberately
sunk deeper into sleep, easy under the arm that rested across her hips, safe in
his languid embrace, comforted by the soft sound of his breathing.

�Star of de Sea, you must waken� louder this time,
more assertive.

She rolled over ignoring the words that echoed in her head, cuddling in even
closer to Jack, a happy sigh as he pulled her to him, not waking but still
conscious of her presence. She rested her head against his chest, willing
herself to fall back into dreamy oblivion, to ignore the voice that was trying
to pull her from slumber.

�Star of de Sea� it was louder again, making her nerves shiver and her belly
roil, resolutely she blocked it, thinking of the past week instead, of the long
hours spent in this same bed, talking, touching, secrets shared, day drifting
into night, never wanting or needing to be alone. Content to be with Jack,
whether it was here or standing at the wheel, his hands over hers� his face
resting on her shoulder, whispering, instructing, encouraging as he let her
sail his beloved ship. Happy, she had been happy, she was happy. She did not
want to listen to what the voice had to say, for the first time in her life
something was more important than a vague task that had come with accepting the
strange powers that she had been born with.

�Maia wake!� there was force behind the words now, her memories shattered,
scattered before the words. Calypso. A command to wake now rather than a request. She tried to
reach for her dreams again, fixing Jack�s face in her mind, trying to force the
Goddess out of her thoughts.

�Go away� a whisper as Maia covered her face with her hands. She was awake now.
Hands moved from face to ears. If she could not hear then she could not do. A
flicker across her vision and she squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to see. If
she could not see or hear�the flicker again and the figure clear, in her mind,
a shining silhouette, power radiating from her, Goddess revealed, the voice
echoing in her head.

�Maia it is time. You must take up your task. You have learned to trust. Now
you must do as you said you would.�

�Jack� her voice a choked sob

�You must leave him child� the voice changing again becoming softer, kinder but
still firm the figure in her minds eye melting like wax, the shining shape
swirling, reforming, the voice changing, image shifting to that of the more
familiar, perhaps more compassionate. Tia Dalma�s face now in her mind,
compassion yes, they were sad eyes, tears trembling on thick lashes �I be sorry
Star of de Sea, but you must leave your Wicked Jack.�

�Why?�

�Do you forget so soon Star of de Sea, de promises you made to serve, to work
for what be right, do you forget now dat you have found you are so much more in
de arms of Jack Sparrow.� Stern face, emotionless eyes sought and held the
tearful green of Maias� �you are better than dat Maia, I know dis, or I would
not have chosen you for dis task.�

Maia swallowed down the sob that struggled to become a scream, �I remember my
vow�

�Then you will do as I command?�

Maia could not look at Jack, peacefully sleeping, she could not look at him,
but she did, imprinting every detail of his face on her memory, wanting to
believe that this would not be the last time she looked upon him. Hoping that he
would understand, hoping that she would find him again�or he would find
her�that he would wish to find her again.

�I will do as you command�

A nod from the Goddess and she seemed to drift, over to Jack one hand reaching
to rest gently on his head, her lips moving before she looked up at Maia �I
give you dis Star of the Sea, he will not wake, I give him good dreams, happy
dreams, he will not wake not until you are gone, you understand Maia that I do
dis thing to make it easier��

And then Tia Dalma, she who was Calypso spoke out loud, not in the corner of
Maia�s mind but to Maia, words, so many words, of what she must do, where she
must go and all the while Maia watched Jack. And wept.

There was little to pack, the clothes that she had arrived in, weapons, the sea
green dress she left draped over the chair that of an evening he sat in. She
had no need of it the dress; the only place that it belonged was with him. And
though she had no words that said what was needed she tried, writing quickly,
ink smudging as her grief fell onto the rough parchment. A few moments of
inadequate words and she was ready, the emerald resting snug between her
breasts, her hand drifting to it again and again as she sat beside her sleeping
lover.

Tears, so many that she should have drowned, falling on his face, his bare
chest, but he did not wake, just murmured her name as she kissed him once more.
Laying the note on the pillow where her head had rested. Turning to look at him
from the doorway, then shutting it resolutely.

She had known pain before but nothing to prepare her for this.

*

She was gone. He had known as soon as he woke, the magical dreams fading so
quickly, the joy becoming emptiness, a sharp sense of something missing within
himself. And then he had seen the note, knowing what was contained before he
smoothed it open. A task, a fu*king task, not for all the
gold in the world would he have abandoned her for some mystical crusade.
Shaking, he tensed, his calloused hand crumpling the parchment as with a curse
he threw it across the room. Watching it hit the wall then instantly rising to
pick it up, to press his fingers across the creases, placing it on the bed,
swinging to pace the room, hands clenched in fists, angry words falling from
his mouth.

It was her doing, Tia Dalma, swamp witch, plotter, manipulator,
violently vehemently he cursed her. Uncaring that she might
hear, and he was sure that she would, she could hear a pin drop in China. He was beyond
caution, not caring if she was angered, this time she had gone too far. Like a
spider in a web she sat in that moss covered backwater, her plots and plans
tying men and women the world over to her. He had done all that she had ever
asked of him, against his own gut instinct he had gone to her, time and again
he had responded to a request here, a question there. Oh he had bargained but
he had never felt that he was the victor, she gave a
little to gain much. Fool that he was, he had presumed
that Maia was the reward for all the trouble the witch woman had bought into
his life.

He cursed Tia and then when he ran out of words he cursed Maia, so she had
saved his life but she had taken his heart. He was not one to think of the
future, being alive had been good enough, but for her he had dared to plan, to
talk of going places, wanting her to see the wonders that he had seen. His fist
thumped against his thigh, he felt sick, angry and so sick.

Lastly, bitterly he cursed himself for having let her slip away from him
stooping like a broken man to sit on the edge of the bed cradling his head in
his hands.

�Maia�� he scraped a hand across his mouth, across his face, wiping his eyes
but still scattered tears fell. Tears that sparkled as they splashed on the
emerald ring, glistening so that he stared at the jewel, twisting it around on
his hand, tugging it over his knuckle, contemplating, rage urging him to throw
it out into the sea. He had thought that it had connected them, the ring to
him, the pendant to her, each then to the other, that it was all that would
ever be needed. Not the same as what ordinary folk but then neither of them were ordinary. He balled his fist, ripping up the small
window, wood screaming, echoing the yell that bunched up inside his lungs, his
chest aching with the strain of not releasing it. He drew his arm back,
intending to throw it as far as he could. The sun glinted from it, blinding
him, he hesitated, at the last jamming the ring back onto his finger.

Jack lurched across the room, pulling on clothes, he would scour the town, he would find her and bring her home, where she belonged. He
would make her want to remain with him, he would�..he would�.he stopped,
staring at the sea green dress that lay over his chair. She had told him of the
dress, he understood what it meant. Something deep inside gave a lurch, hope, she had left it with him. Telling him more than any
words could that she would try to find her way back, or at the least allowing
him to find her. He reached smoothing the soft folds not seeing the air
shimmer, not noticing the form of Tia Dalma standing before him, not sensing
until she spoke.

�Jack I be sorry�

His face hardened but his hands were so very gentle, laying the garment down
carefully.

�Call me cynical but I doubt that Tia, you have your end goal, she is but a
tool to you.�

�Dem is harsh words Jack, but I forgive dem, you be angry.�

�I be more than angry� he stepped close to her, so close that if she had been
solidly in the room that she would have felt his breath on her face �if
anything happens to her, if harm comes to Maia while she is doing this task�
you will truly know who Jack Sparrow is.�

�I do already truly know who you be, Wicked Jack, Magic Jack, it is you dat
needs to be finding yourself.� One hand held up to stop his words �she does
what she was born to do, would you be stopping her from breathing?�

�You twist words Tia Dalma, she should not have been sent alone.�

�Some things must be faced alone, you know dis to be true�

He stepped away �you done speaking riddles, for I have had my fill of your
clever words� his eyes now on hers, the solid meeting that of the insubstantial
�you will free her when this is done.�

Not a question, a command and there was ice in her eyes as she replied, ice
that smoldered.

�She will be as free as she ever will be Jack, dat is all dat I can promise
you.�

�You will free her, or I will free her� eyes that were just as cold staring
back at her �and I will not be merciful�

�Do not threaten me Jack Sparrow� a low hiss and the figure clenched tattered
skirts closer to her thighs, leaning forward �you forget who you be speaking
to�

�I forget nothing, it would pay you to remember that.� One hand insolently
waved �now be gone, your theatrics do not impress me.� And he turned his back
on her, swiftly moving to the door, vanishing before she could utter another
word. An odd expression on her face as she stared at where he
had been.

Jack took the stairs two at a time, shouting for Gibbs, for Anna Maria for
everyone and anyone to hurry.
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