*on hold*
THIRD INSTALLMENT OF THE MARMORIS SERIES
"Jack," said an angelic voice. From behind Barbossa, Cata revealed herself. "We're here. We're real."
He was going to say something but found he couldn't speak. In all of his hallucinations, Catalin...
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Catalina had lost track of the days. It could have been anywhere from three days to two weeks that they have drifted. The rum was running out and everyone was on edge. They were running out of daylight. Soon, they would be stuck in Jones' Locker for eternity.
Cata blinked and rubbed her eyes. With a sigh, she then dropped her head into her arms and collapsed onto the charts. All day she and Jack had been studying the charts but nothing caught their attention.
She felt Jack moving it about, trying to create words. He paused and read it aloud but stopped halfway through. "Cata, move your hair. It's covering the map."
She groaned and turned her head, only making the problem worse.
Shaking his head, Jack brushed her dark curls aside. He knew how tired she was and did not wish to disturb her, she was terrifying when sleep-deprived. "'Up is down'," he read aloud. "Well, that's just maddeningly unhelpful. Why are these things never clear?"
Clear as mud, Jackie, he heard someone whisper to him. He glanced at Cata but she seemed dead asleep "What? Eh?"
Stab the heart.
Don't stab the heart. The Dutchman must have a captain.
"That's even more than less than unhelpful," Jack muttered.
Sail the seas for eternity.
"I love the sea."
What about port?
"I prefer rum. Rums good."
Making port. Where we can get rum, and see Catalina . . . Once every ten years.
Ten years is a long time, mate. But eternity is longer still.
And how will you be spending it? Dead? Or not?
The immortal Captain Sparrow.
Forget about immortality, you made a promise, mate. Thought we were one for honesty. You'd be worse than your father if you only saw your child once every ten years.
But come sunset, it won't matter.
Jack smirked. He had figured it out. "Not sunset. Sundown and rise. Up!" He suddenly stood and painted over the side of the ship. "What's that?" the crew started to gather in curiosity and Jack continued the trick. "What is that? I don't know. What do you think?"
