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Savarna	By : BrethlessM Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female > Jack/Elizabeth Views: 5383 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Hello everyone! I hope you're all well! School is approaching, but I still plan on posting once a week. Hopefully time will permit it! I think this fic will be about 15 chapters long, and I'm toying with the idea of making it a trilogy. Any thoughts on that? Specifically, I was wondering, if I did decide to go down that road, what or who you would like to see? All comments are appreciated and read with glee. Thanks! - Kimberlee
Chapter Nine

William looked around and saw that the deck was nearly empty; most of the crew had gone below to check and secure anything they�d cut loose before capsizing. Only Pintel and Ragetti remained above board, securing cannons further down the deck and oblivious to the sudden appearance of the sea goddess. In her familiar human form, Calypso grinned widely at William�s mother over the shoulders of her would-be protectors.

Only William and Jack stood between the two women, for although Captain Teague was still at the helm, he had gone completely motionless. Even with the ancient tribal magic protecting him from the goddess�s sight, he still seemed paralyzed by her presence. William looked hopefully at Jack, and he could see that the pirate was thinking furiously, even as he smiled in welcome.
�Tia, darling!� Jack said, with only a hint of an edge in his voice. �Delightful as always. I�d love for you to stay and chat, but unfortunately- �
�You and I have unfinished business, Captain Swann,� Calypso said, ignoring Jack completely.
Elizabeth glared at the goddess. �Our business concluded in Port Royal, Calypso. You set the rules and I abided by them. I suggest that you search for another hapless victim to do your bidding� elsewhere.�
Jack briefly closed his eyes as if in pain before opening them again and smiling. �It�s been a long, tiresome day � for all of us, I�m sure. Navigating over vast distances in the blink of an eye does tend to drain one�s strength, as I recall, and I�m sure you are as much in need of a lie down as the rest of us, Tia dear. Why don�t we-�
Again, Calypso cut him off. �De rules�. Aye, you did abide by dem, Captain Swann. Your death allowed Will Turner�s soul to rest peacefully, while yours suffered in de hell of your own making.� Her grin widened, and she looked around the Savarna with interest. �But your soul is now free, and so Will Turner��
�What about Will?� Elizabeth asked, interested in spite of herself.
�Yes, what about him?� Jack asked with narrowed eyes.
Calypso closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, putting her left hand over her heart. �It beats� I can feel it, even above de pulse of de ocean.� She looked hard at Elizabeth, and took a step towards her as though Jack and William were not there. �He will find him heart, and when he does, it will destroy him as utterly as Davy Jones�s did. It is poisoned now, by your act, it is poisoned.�
�What do you mean, poisoned? What will happen to Will?� Elizabeth pushed between Jack and William to face Calypso more directly. Sweat filmed her face, but when Jack reached out to calm her, she pulled away.
�You live,� Calypso laughed. �You live, when you should be dead, and so he lives. But while you bask in de warmth of your lover and your son, your husband has only de cold embrace of de sea to comfort him � and de memory of your lips upon his,� she nodded towards Jack with a cold smile.
�That�s dirty pool, love,� Jack said quietly.
�So is using my daughter�s powers again me. Your mother - my sweet Savarna - taught you always to respect me, clever Jack� and yet you turn to de one person against whom I cannot fight.� With these words, she faced Teague Sparrow, who went completely white at the realization that she could see him.
Elizabeth stared at Calypso, unable to comprehend what had just been implied. She turned in disbelief to Jack. �Jack,� she asked in a hushed voice. �What is she� is it true, Jack?�
Teague spoke before Jack could answer her. �How is it possible?� He asked.
Calypso laughed, loudly and mockingly. �Forty-one years, Teague Sparrow� forty-one years I have spent searching for any trace of de man who would have stolen my daughter. I was hindered by de prison of a human form, and you managed to evade my wrath for an entire year before you finally came to land far enough away from Savarna�s protection, and de wards she placed on your ship, for me to strike the presumptuous flesh from your bones. When you landed in New Zealand, I waited for my chance but you disappeared completely.

�I thought you dead,� she told him, her eyes penetrating his own. �When young Jack came to me for help in getting off de island, I thought to erase every trace of your pitiful essence from him, until he was truly de god he was meant to be.� She glanced at Jack, and hatred for Teague was evident in her eyes. �But he proved to be more like you den I had hoped � weakened by his love of humanity.�
Recovering himself, Teague came down the stairs from the stern deck until he was standing next to his son. �You didn�t come here to gloat; what is it you want, Calypso?�
Calypso�s eyes narrowed. �You are a clever man, Teague Sparrow. More den I realized. But you were not as careful as you once were, and your mistake led me right to you and your son,� she looked at Elizabeth again, and at last, William. �And his family.�
A mistake. Jack looked at his father, but Captain Teague seemed just as confused by her puzzling words as he was. It didn�t matter � he�d had enough. For the first time in his life, Jack disobeyed the only rule his mother had ever given him� to always respect the goddess Calypso. �Tia,� he said, and the hard flint of his voice caused her to whip her head around towards him. He absently grasped for the small mermaid-shaped bead at his waist and held it tightly in the palm of his hand. Calypso�s eyes narrowed. �Say what you came to say� and then go.�
Calypso eyed him, and for a moment, the air seemed to fall deathly still around them. She looked at Elizabeth carefully before answering. �De souls of those lost to de sea have been abandoned. Dey cannot rest until someone leads dem safely to de afterlife. Once Will Turner has him heart back, he may choose to return to my side, but I think he will have other ideas on how to sate what haunts him.� A flicker of dark humor lit her eyes as she looked at Jack again.
�But,� she added with a smile. �Now dat he lives again, I have de power to stop him� for de price of a new Captain.� Calypso grinned, first at Jack, and then eagerly down at William.
�I-�
Jack drew his sword and placed the point of it against Calypso�s gut. It was a useless action, he knew it, but it had the intended effect; Elizabeth shut up. �No,� he said in a deathly calm voice. �You�ll find no volunteers here� nor will anyone be press-ganged.� He grinned, but it was not the lovingly familiar grin he normally gave her. �And unless I�m much mistaken, my mother�s power prevents you from doing any harm to this ship, or anyone onboard it, so you best be on your way.�
Tia stepped into Jack�s blade, and though it slid through her as if she were made of water, she neither bled nor flinched. Standing face to face with him, she placed a hand against his cheek. �My sweet, fiery Jack� you cannot protect dem forever. And what will you do, once it is Elizabeth�s heart in dat ancient chest? Will you wait faithfully for her for ten years? Or doom her for all time?�
A muscle ticked in his jaw, and Jack clenched his hand into a fist around the mermaid bead. His other hand rose in a swift movement, and he placed his palm firmly against Calypso�s forehead.
The goddess�s eyes widened � and in a flash, she was gone. Not a sound could be heard as everyone looked at Jack in shock. He was breathing heavily, sweat pouring from him. He continued staring at the space before him, as though making sure Calypso was truly gone. In a moment though, his eyes rolled back in his head and before anyone could move to his aid, Jack collapsed heavily to the deck, unconscious.
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He dreamed. Jack rarely remembered his dreams, so on those occasions where he could recall the experience, the memory of it always stuck with him long after the event. The fact that he was aware that he was dreaming now was a fairly strong indicator that this would be one of those times.

Again, he was with his mother, only this time they were not in the temple. Jack recognized the small pond near their home in Toamasina where his mother always took him to bathe; it was small and private, and despite it convenient proximity to the village, Jack could not recall ever seeing anyone else near this quiet sanctuary.

Jack watched from a distance as his mother and himself at age six, broke the stillness of the pond; she with a graceful scissoring of legs as she waded into its still green depths, and he with all the kinetic exuberance of a chimpanzee. They were both completely naked, and though the water soon washed the dirt from his pudgy young body, it did little to change the tone of his skin, which was already deeply tanned. His sun-streaked hair was a lighter brown than it would be as an adult, but it already brushed his shoulders, curling slightly at the ends.

While the young Jack splashed through the water with a maniacal shriek of laughter, Savarna began the deep, worshipful routine of cleansing her flesh � an act that Jack Sparrow had nearly forgotten over the long years. Cupping her hands together to scoop up the water, she released the cool offering on the top of her head. There was nothing sensual, but sacred, in the motion of her hands as they smoothed their way down one arm and then the other, repeating the motion on her legs. She seemed lost in a world of her own, humming softly all the while as though this one moment of her life mattered more than anything else in the world.

Suddenly she looked up, and to Jack the observer, it seemed as though she were looking right at him. He moved to one side, but her eyes did not follow him. Something was coming from out of the forest, it is suddenly struck him as foolish for an unprotected woman and her child to have taken such a risk in exposing themselves.

A slow, mischievous smile crept across his mother�s face, and as Jack wondered at its meaning, Savarna surprised him by slipping beneath the surface of the pond so smoothly, it was as if she�d never been there. A moment later Teague Sparrow stepped out of the foliage surrounding the secret haven, and Jack was relieved that it was only him, and no one else.

The younger Jack was not quite as pleased to see their unexpected visitor. The boy became very still, standing knee deep in the water, and staring up at the man he hardly knew as his own father. Teague looked around, worry etched on his face at the sight of the lone child in the midst of the forest, but as he stepped nearer to the pond�s edge, Savarna sprang out at him, splashing him with a shower of green and gold. She laughed at his bemused expression, and her pleasure caused the faintest of smiles to appear on Teague�s face.

Emerging from the pond, Savarna made no effort to shield her body from her husband�s questing eyes. The water did not bead on her skin as it would on any other�s but clung to her like gauze, as though attempting to cloth her in the raiment to which she was best suited.

Teague�s hands shook as he reached to cup her waist and he sighed like a man desperate for a sip of water after a drought when she wound her arms around his neck and kissed him. The adoration in his eyes embarrassed Jack, who felt as though he were intruding on something deeply sacrosanct.

The smaller Jack felt no such compunctions about making his presence known. Stomping through the shallows he marched towards the embracing couple as though their behavior where a personal affront. Putting his fisted hands on his hips, he glared at his parents until he drew their focus from one another, to himself.

Teague reluctantly released his wife and smiled almost shyly at his son, who did not respond in kind. Reaching into the deep pocket of his red long-coat, the Captain withdrew a carved wooden boat, large enough to fill both of his prodigious hands. He held it out towards Jack as if in offering, and waited silently as the boy�s eyes widened and he froze � trapped between the desire to accept the toy, and the urge to snub the friendly overture.

The child squirmed silently, his dilemma a palpable creature surrounding him, before he finally grabbed the toy and ran back into the water with his prize. Teague looked pleased, but there was a sadness in his eyes as though he knew that the battle was not over, and was never likely to be.

Savarna turned to watch their son with Teague, pulling his arms around her waist from behind. �Don�t worry about Jack, my love� his will be a lonely life, but not forever, and someday he will know of the great sacrifices you make for him.�

Teague smiled and pressed his face into the silken sheet of her dark brown hair. He did not respond to her prediction, merely accepting it as truth, but the adult Jack could see the frustration and pain in his father�s eyes, and he felt a twinge of sympathy for him that he�d never felt before.

Smiling sadly up at her husband, she tenderly touched his face. �It�s getting harder for you,� she observed quietly.

Looking as though he wanted desperately to deny it, Teague nevertheless said, �Once a month sounded like a blessing � as though she at least had some sympathy,� he shook his head in disgust. �More like throwing a bone to a hungry dog. I see just enough of you and Jack to whet my appetite before I�m torn away again.�

�Mother always knows how best to wound,� Savarna said with a touch of bitter irony. She did not look at her husband when she said, �Maybe� it would be easier on us all, this distance, if you stayed away longer�.�

Teague did not answer, as though he knew she were right but was loath to admit it. He pulled her tightly against his chest, deeply inhaling her scent even as his eyes searched out his young son playing in the shallow water nearby.
As his younger self callously scuttled the handcrafted vessel given to him by his father, Jack realized that his mother was looking in his direction again. Thinking that, like before, someone was approaching from the woods behind him, Jack stepped aside, only to notice with shock that Savarna�s eyes were indeed focused on him. He could do nothing beneath the strength of her gaze, and suddenly her eyes filled his entire vision, peering so intently into his that he was sure she could see into his soul�.
He awoke to find his mother�s passionate brown eyes hovering just above his head, and his heart skipped several beats until, widening in relief, the eyes backed away to reveal not Savarna, but Elizabeth. He was in his bunk aboard his father�s ship, and his bewilderment wiped all rational thought from his brain.
�That�s interesting,� he mumbled, squeezing his eyes tightly shut.
�Jack?� Elizabeth asked. The note of worry in her voice pleased him. �Are you all right?�
�What happened?� he asked. His tongue felt heavy in his mouth.
Elizabeth could not suppress the amusement in her voice. �You fainted,� she said.
Jack�s eyes shot open, suddenly alert. �I most certainly did not,� he protested indignantly. �I was merely� resting.� He looked around. �How did I get here?�
She smirked. �Captain Teague carried you.�
Groaning loudly, Jack covered his face with his hands. �Of all the insufferable�� he paused, and lifted his hands away to look at her. �Shouldn�t you be resting?� he demanded.
�I can�t very well do that, can I? Seeing as how you�re taking up the entire bed,� Elizabeth rolled her eyes.
He couldn�t resist. �We could always share,� he said with a quick leer.
Although she�d walked right into it, Elizabeth refused to bite. She had to find out the truth about certain things. �Jack,� she said seriously. �We need to talk.�
�What about, love?� His grin grew wider and his spirits began to recover; he had always enjoyed sparring with Elizabeth.
�About what Calypso said on deck.�
Jack�s grin faded as he suddenly remembered everything that had happened. Sitting upright, he muttered, �Tia.� Scrambling out of bed, he strode decisively towards the door.
�Jack!� Elizabeth had stifled her frustration up until now, but her irritation peaked at his characteristically indecipherable behavior. �What are you doing?�
She followed him out onto the deck, where he headed straight for the helm from whence Captain Teague still reigned. �Jack Sparrow!� She demanded his attention.
�Captain�� William corrected without looking up. He was carving a piece of wood with a small knife, sitting on a crate near the wheel. Elizabeth shot him an annoyed glance.
�We�re heading for Port Royal, old man,� Jack told his father. �Or that general vicinity, at any rate. We�ll need to determine our location post haste, and then make top speed for the Caribbean.�
At last, Elizabeth grabbed hold of Jack�s arm, and he turned to face her. �What is your intention?� she asked.
�Tia said Will�s headed for the heart � that mean�s we�ve got to find it first if we don�t want another sea beastie on our tails.�
He headed back down the stairs towards his cabin, and Elizabeth followed, unaware of the two pair of eyes marking their every move. �You don�t intend to stab Will�s heart, do you? That would- �
�Kill him?� Jack spun around, bringing Elizabeth up short. There was no amusement in his face now. �Wasn�t that what your grand gesture was all about before? Giving the whelp peace?�
She was momentarily stunned, not sure where his sudden anger was coming from. When he turned to walk away from her again, she put out a hand to stop him.
�There has to be another way,� she said quietly.
Jack stopped but didn�t look at her when he answered. �I�m not letting you volunteer to serve as Captain of the Dutchman, and that�s my final word on the matter. I didn�t travel to hell and back to rescue you, only to see you martyr yourself for the whelp�s sake again.�
Elizabeth felt her own blood begin to boil. �And that�s your �final word,� is it? I had no intention of �martyring� myself to that sea witch - thank you very much - but if I had it in mind to, I�d like to see you stop me.�
�Well it certainly sounded as though you were going to earlier,� Jack said. ��m not a bloody fool, Elizabeth - don�t use me as such.�
�You?� Elizabeth shouted. �What does any of this have to do with you? You rescued me, yes, but why is it you think you have a say as to what I do in this matter, anyway? It�s Will whose fate is in the balance, and it�s William and I who�ve lost everything we hold dear!�
Jack glared. Facing her properly, he grabbed Elizabeth�s shoulders. �Don�t forget,� he said in a low voice, �why you�re in this position to begin with, because I haven�t. What is it you really want out of this, Elizabeth? Save me the trouble of trying to decipher your impenetrable mind.�
�You foul, insufferable, swivel-tongued��
�Sticks and stones, love.�
�William said you were some kind of god,� Elizabeth threw at him. �And Calypso�� she shook her head, unable to believe it. �Did she truly mean that she- �
�Is my grandmother,� he answered impatiently. �Yes � my mother was Calypso�s daughter, and Tia tried to turn me into another version of herself, nearly killing me to do it. She can�t touch me without my express consent, but now she seems to have taken a liking to our young William here, so it seems to me that getting to your beloved�s heart before he decides to start sprouting tentacles is the best way to keep the little mate safe.�
Elizabeth stared at Jack in shock. Tears filled her eyes, and she couldn�t prevent her mind from making certain connections that she wished she could trust Jack enough not to entertain. �Your grandmother,� she said softly. She saw Jack�s anger dampen a bit at her tears. �Is that why she did this to Will? Because of you?� His jaw tightened, but she was sobbing now, overwhelmed by the thought. �Oh, God� did you know she would do this?�
Jack had never been more confused in his life. He had a strong desire to shake her for even suggesting that he would do such a thing, but he honestly couldn�t blame her for thinking it of him. It was only his pride and anger that kept him from falling to his knees before her and begging her to forgive him his stupidity � even though he�d done nothing wrong.
Elizabeth gave Jack no time to say anything. Brushing past him, she ran towards the cabin, slamming the door once inside. Jack stood staring after her, wondering what to do, before he finally noticed his father and William watching him in silence. With a frustrated sigh Jack went after her, not sure which impulse would win out in the end.
�Fools,� William commented, shaking his head.
Teague grunted in laughter, casting an amused look at the boy.
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He didn�t bother to knock on the door to his own cabin, but entered quietly, knowing it had no lock. Elizabeth was sprawled out on the bunk, shoulders trembling with her tears, and Jack could only stand there for a moment, unsure of himself.
Toying with the bit of lace wrapped around his wrist, Jack said at last, �Elizabeth� I didn�t- �
�I know,� she sobbed, raising up a little. �I know you didn�t Jack� I�m sorry I though it of you.�
Now he really didn�t know what to do. �No worries, love. �t�s not like �m not capable of such things.�
Elizabeth felt awful, and for a whole lot of reasons. Pulling herself together, she sat up and folded her legs under her, drying her eyes on the sleeve of her shirt. To her grateful surprise, Jack pulled a relatively clean handkerchief from the sleeve of his long-coat and handed it to her.
Smiling, Elizabeth motioned for Jack to sit down on the bed, and he took his position on the farthest end from her. After wiping her eyes and nose on the delicate cloth, she looked at it carefully. Embroidered in one corner were the initials, �S. S.�
�It was me mum�s,� Jack admitted quietly. �I stole it from among her things the day I ran away from home.�
�Will you tell me about her?� Elizabeth asked, fearful he would refuse. Jack rarely said anything about his past, and though she�d always respected that privacy � indeed, gave it little thought � she desperately needed to know now. �About everything?� she added.
Jack sat quietly, debating with himself. He did not keep things close to his chest for no reason, having learned from experience that even those most trusted often proved unworthy of such confidence. Still, it was Elizabeth. Considering how deeply her son was involved, there were things she had a right to know� but trusting anyone was against his nature, and he had reason to fear trusting this woman in particular.
At last his optimistic side gave in and Jack said, �Well, seeing as how it�s so topical these days, I suppose I could fill you in; though I�ll ask you to keep it between us� and William, of course. And Teague,� he added on second thought. �Seeing as how he knows all of it intimately.�
He was trying to sound nonchalant, but Elizabeth was not fooled. Jack stood up and began his tale while facing the wall away from her, and as he unveiled his life story, she realized why.
Jack began to talk, and the more he said, the more he found himself revealing to her. He told her about the isolation of his childhood in Toamasina as the son of a goddess. He talked about meeting Ina, the only child willing to befriend him, and the arranged marriage planned for them. He talked about his mother, and his absent father, and about the dreams he�d been having recently of that time before Tia Dalma had given him a way to leave Madagascar � although at a great cost.
He found himself unable to stop with his childhood, though Elizabeth said nothing that would either encourage or discourage him. He told her about Nassau, and about his unexpected quest for the Sword of Cortes after first arriving in Tortuga as a stowaway from Madagascar at the age of fifteen. He told her about being shot in the chest, once by Sao Feng in Singapore, when he caught Jack in bed with his personal assistants, and a second time by a pirate named L�Ollonnais, from whom he�d �acquisitioned� the title of Pirate Lord of the Caribbean, shortly before the man�s horrible demise.
At last, Jack revealed to Elizabeth all that had happened since she�d been gone. The words poured out of him until at last, for the first time, he looked into her eyes, his tale having finally run dry. Throughout it all, Elizabeth had not interrupted once, afraid that he would stop if deterred from the train of his thoughts. When he finished, she said nothing, but reached out and took his hand in hers.

There were no words that either one could say to describe the significance of that moment, and despite the argument they�d had only an hour or two before, there existed once more between them the comfortable familiarity and understanding that had always drawn the one to the other. Unable to bear the raw emotion in Jack�s gaze, Elizabeth looked down at her lap.
�Thank-you,� she said.
Jack didn�t answer, at a loss for words after saying so many. Trying to suppress his relief, as well as his uneasiness, Jack cleared his throat and stepped away from Elizabeth heading towards the door, reluctantly dropping her hand in the process. He was reaching for the knob when he heard her call his name.
Elizabeth stood and put her hand in his once more. �Show me,� she asked him, and he nodded, not needing an explanation for her request.
Captain Teague and William were talking quietly with one another, and Elizabeth thought they looked guilty when they saw her and Jack approaching. �Probably talking about us,� she thought with amusement. Both had noticed that she and Jack were holding hands, and Teague arched his eyebrow at Jack while William just grinned at his mother.
Ignoring his father, Jack nodded to William. �Show your mum your ink,� he told the boy, who looked surprised, considering the fact that Elizabeth obviously now knew about the tattoos and wasn�t screaming mad. Glancing at his mother�s face for some hint of what her reaction would be, William once again turned around and lifted up his shirt in the back.
Elizabeth sank to her knees on the wooden deck to get a closer look at the markings. Her fingers gently traced the outline of the patterns before she finally lowered William�s shirt and exhaled deeply. Standing up, Elizabeth turned to Jack and without warning, punched him in the stomach.
It wasn�t a particularly hard punch, compared to other�s he�d had, but it was enough to knock the breath out of him in an �Oof!� Eyebrows raised, he stared at her as he protectively rubbed his stomach. �I�m certain must I deserve that for something,� he muttered under his breath.
�That�s for getting my son into trouble,� Elizabeth explained. Standing on tiptoe, she solemnly kissed him, softly, but very quickly. �And that�s for taking such good care of him,� she said. �Even though he now looks exactly like you.�
Both William and Jack grinned at this, and Jack said, �Good luck for him, really� he started out looking so much like the whelp, I was concerned, but under my proficient tutelage, he�ll be a right handsome lad in no time at all.�
Elizabeth snorted and shook her head, although she kept her smile. �I�m going to lie down for a while,� she told him. �Good night, William� Captains Sparrow,� she walked away and Jack followed her to the cabin door. She paused just before it, but didn�t turn to look at him. �I don�t know what�s going to happen,� she admitted, biting her lip. �Or even what I want.� Meeting his eyes uncertainly, she asked quietly, �Do you?�
In response, Jack searched her eyes before ever so slowly stepping closer and pressing his lips to hers. When she did not resist, he held her tightly, allowing one hand to roam down the side of her body tentatively, as though keeping himself in restraint.
Elizabeth�s heart pounded frantically and she curled her fingers into the fabric of his long-coat, clinging desperately to the weight of it so she wouldn�t float away. In her mind there were suddenly no doubts; no reasons why she should do anything other than what she was doing right now, or with anyone else. This was the third time she�d ever kissed Jack, but it was as though each kiss had a personality all it�s own � no one kissed like Jack. It was as rich and heady as fine wine, and she found herself getting drunk on the sweet burgundy of his lips.
He pulled away, resting his forehead against hers. They were both breathing heavily, eyes partly closed. �I know,� he whispered harshly.
When she at last left him outside the door and tucked herself beneath the comforter of Jack�s bed, Elizabeth lay awake, staring at the walls and wondering what good could ever come out of falling in love with the most infamous pirate of the seven seas. God help her, but she didn�t think she could help it for much longer.
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Somewhere, on the dark depths of the ocean floor, motes of dusty sand had stirred restlessly, although there were no creatures around to have caused such a disturbance. There was a presence there, as heavy as if it had been holding its breath in anticipation of an event � so momentous that it seemed to have been forewarned of its occurrence.

The presence had waited, and when the green flash made the ocean sparkle brightly � even at such an enormous depth and so far away � there was no question that it was what it had been waiting for.

Slowly but tenaciously, a swirl of sand had begun to rise, revealing a flash of white bone hidden beneath, and then another. A figure began to pull itself together and emerge, too vague to be identified, but growing stronger and more purposeful with every passing second.

Then, the body had taken an ungainly step forward. Time passed, and another step was taken. Creeping, slouching, lumbering, the figure began a steady progress towards the remains of Port Royal.
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