" and i've been meaning to tell
you, i think your house is haunted. "
in which will turner's daughter
fights to get back to him, and
finds out who she is in the
process.
Arcelia Turner, daughter of former blacksmith turned pirate Will Turner, never...
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THE BLACKSMITH'S DAUGHTER PROLOGUE
1734
ON THAT WARM DAY, the sea breeze caressed Arcelia Turner's chestnut curls, weaving through them like whispered secrets. Beneath the sun's watchful gaze, the ocean shimmered, its waves a mesmerizing dance of light. Arcelia, not yet six, stood amidst a world of thieves and brutes, a mere child in a realm of peril and adventure. Yet, in her youthful innocence, she possessed a courage that belied her tender years, standing beside her father on this extraordinary journey. In this world of thieves, murderers, and brutes, she was but a child. That being said, she was also fearless, and braver than most men twice her size. She had managed to survive this wild, somehow amazing, adventure. And now she might just lose her head. Even children weren't safe when it came to the laws against being a pirate. But amidst the beauty of the sea, a grotesque figure emerged, Davy Jones with his squid-like visage and slimy demeanor.
"...Your debt still isn't paid to me", Davy Jones was saying. Arcelia thought he might just be the most grotesque creature she had ever seen. His head resembled that of a squid - or maybe an octopus. His skin was green and slimy. The tentacles that made up his beard and mustache seemed to never stop moving. He smelled like fish, and not in a good way. His presence churned Arcelia's stomach, driving her to seek refuge behind her father's protective embrace. Will Turner, though not towering in stature, offered solace to his daughter, a shield against the horrors of the world. "One hundred years in servitude aboard the Dutchman - as a start."
As Davy Jones demanded payment, Jack Sparrow's eccentricity shone through, a captivating enigma in the midst of chaos. His gestures towards Elizabeth Swan hinted at alliances forged in shadow, mysteries swirling around them like the ocean's depths. "That debt was paid, made", Jack Sparrow said. Arcelia found the man to be quite intriguing. He was eccentric, odd. There was never a dull moment with him around. He gestured to Elizabeth Swan, who stood next to him. "With help."
Yet, Davy Jones's shrill voice shattered the tranquility, a reminder of the dangers that lurked beneath the waves. Arcelia's heart raced as the fate of her father hung in the balance, her world teetering on the edge of uncertainty. "You escaped!", Davy Jones huffed.
"I propose an exchange", In the midst of turmoil, Elizabeth's voice rang out, a calm amidst the storm. Her words, like polished silver, cut through the tension. "Will leaves with us," she proposed, her demeanor unwavering, "and you can take Jack..
Silence fell, heavy and pregnant with uncertainty, as everyone exchanged wary glances. Could she truly be serious? Will's confident affirmation seemed to echo with the weight of a final decree. "Done!"
Yet, Jack's swift retort shattered the illusion of resolution. "Undone!" His protest was a lightning bolt, crackling with defiance.
In the ensuing chaos, the man in the white wig intervened, his voice a measured counterpoint to the escalating tension. Arcelia paid little heed to his name or his words, her fatigue and hunger eclipsing her concern for the power play unfolding before her. "Done."
