Deep water {willxjack }

six

A/N

Hi guys. Another chapter, woohoo! I'm so tired of living but hey, here we are. Also I can't kill myself till I've put my books in order and I've written all the things that I want to write so yeah, imma have to stick around for a while.

Anyway here ya go and I hope you enjoy it.

Third person pov

The two pirates that had been assigned to guard Elizabeth walk into the room that Barbossa had imprisoned her in. It wasn't as bad as she'd thought, although it would've been better if he'd treated her like an actual prisoner and left her in the brig. That way, she wouldn't owe him anything, but like this, she does, because he's treating her as well as you can treat a prisoner.

"You'll be dining wiv the Captain, tonight. And he expects you to wear this," the shorter one informs her, holding a velvet dress the colour of blood.

"You can tell him that I disinclined to acquiesce to his request," she replies, pursing her lips.

"He said you'd say that. He also said that if that be the case, you'll be dining with the crew, and you'll be naked," he says with a grin.

She looks over them, trying to discern if they're lying but when she finds nothing to indicate that, she grabs the dress from his hands and stares them down.

She will admit that the dress is in pristine condition compared to the rest of the stuff on the ship and admittedly the ship as a whole. It's also more comfortable than the previous dress that she'd had to wear and when she's escorted to the Captains chambers she can actually breath.

She's surprised, to say the least when the dorms open and she's greeted with a feast worthy of her father's status. There's fish and roast pork, and so much bread that she can hardly believe it.

She takes a bite og the meat and it's so well cooked that it just falls apart in her mouth, the flavour better than anything she's ever had.

"There's no need to stand on ceremony to impress anyone," Barbossa says as he watches her eat, "you must be hungry."

She sets down her cutlery and grabs the bone before ravenously tearing into the meat before taking a large bite out of a warm piece of bread.

She takes the wine that he offers her, and continues eating, but he interrupts her again to offer her an apple, which strikes her as strange. She drops the bread that she'd been holding and regards him with open suspicion.

"It's poisoned...?" She whispers in horror of her foolishness. She'd just eaten, without thinking that she was in fact a prisoner, forgetting that she was no longer in the company of civil people, or people at all. They were monsters, so why had she so easily fallen for this-

Her thoughts are interrupted by Barbossa's harsh laugh, "there's no sense in killing you Miss. Turner."

"Then release me. You have your trinket, I'm of no further value to you," she asks, hoping that he'd let her go.

"You don't know what this is," Barbossa says, holding the chain of the medallion as if physically hurt by the sight of it alone, "do you?"

"It's a pirate medallion," she replies, unaware of the rest of the information surrounding that medallion.

"This is Aztec gold, one of eight hundred and eighty two identical pieces delivered in a stone chest to Cortez himself. Blood money paid to stem the slaughter he wreaked upon them with his armies. But the greed of Cortez 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," Barbossa explains.

"I hardly believe in ghost stories anymore, Captain Barbossa."

"Aye. That's exactly what I thought when we were first told the tale. Buried in a cave on an island what cannot be found, 'cept by those who know where it is. Find it we did, and there be the chest, inside with gold, and we took 'em! We spent them and traded 'em, fingered them 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, Miss. Turner," he says and Elizabeth can see his longing to eat the food on the table in the knowledge that he would not taste it, "compelled by greed, we were, but now, we are consumed by it." He turns away to calm his monkey down, petting it and murmuring softly to it.

While he's distracted, Elizabeth slides a knife from the table and hides it in the folds of her dress.

"There is one way that we can end our curse," he says more to the monkey than to her, "all the scattered pieces of the Aztec gold must be restored to their chest and the blood repaid. Thanks te ye, we have the final piece."

"And the blood to be repaid...?" She asks not knowing where this conversation was going.

"That why there's no sense to be killing you, yet..." Barbossa says with a sly grin, "Apple?"

She stands and reaches for the Apple with one hand and stabs him in the chest with the other.

He groans and she pushes past him and sprints toward the door. Barbossa tries to stop her from leaving but she runs around him, she fumbles with the handle for a moment but then she's out in the fresh, evening air but it seems like she's walked into a nightmare.

The deck is crowded with skeletons that move and walk like living people. They leer at her and she finds that she can barely move and is rooted to the deck in terror.

What happened here? What happened to the crew? Unless... but that would be impossible! Barbossa can't have been telling the truth.

She shakes her head and breathes deeply for a second before running back into the Captains room and right into Barbossa.

"Look!" he orders, and spins her around to face the deck, "the moonlight shows what we truly are. For too long I've been parched of 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 touch."

"You best start believing in ghost stories, Miss. Turner. You're in one!" He shouts and steps into the light, his body turning into a skeleton, before taking a swig of wine that splashes on his ribs and onto the wooden deck.

She runs past him and into his chambers which he locks behind her with a bone chilling laugh.

A/N

Hi there. Hope you liked it but I was too lazy to write that whole scene where she runs around the ship in fear so I compressed it.

Bi.