The Damned: Part 1~ Innocence

Chapter 10

THE LOCKER OCTOBER 1685

Flying Dutchman ordered the Kraken to remain in the living world and that she'd call her once she'd returned.

"How will I find you?" The Kraken asked.

"Good question." Flying Dutchman replied. "What we need is a way of signaling each other."

"Sound travels far underwater." The Kraken suggested.

"What noise could I make though?" Flying Dutchman asked.

"That wheel on your deck. When the crew drops it, it makes noise." The Kraken said.

Flying Dutchman eyed her capstan uncertainly. "I dunno." She said. "You think it'll work."

"We may as well try it." The Kraken replied.

The giant octopus as Flying Dutchman had best figured her to be, dove down beneath the surface, sailing away several miles.

"Alright, go ahead." She ordered.

Curious to see whether this would work or not, Flying Dutchman rose her capstan as high as it would go before slamming it down on deck.

She could almost feel the resounding boom it made as shock waves riddled out from her keel.

"Oh I can hear that alright." The Kraken told her a few seconds later. "There's no mistaking that sound for anything."

"Well, look for that sound. It might be a while but keep an ear open. That's what I'll use whenever I need your help. In the meantime, you're free to wonder wherever you wish. My only order to you is to keep away from British and Brethren ships. The rest are fair game and if you find those rogue pirates, let me know." Flying Dutchman ordered.

"Understood." The Kraken said and raced off into the depths.

Flying Dutchman meanwhile waited until the sun touched the horizon before she drew strength from the Changing of Celestial Bodies as she'd come to call it.

She released her green flash just as the sun vanished below the waves, finding herself back in the Locker's waters in seconds.

Her deck was full of pirates and Flying Dutchman knew just where to take them.

Tortuga II, or the replica of it, was waiting for her with its pristine harbor and wide open beaches filled with woman and their drunken sailors.

Flying Dutchman was surprised to find that this time, there were other ships around.

One of them, she noticed with a pang of guilt, was Misty Lady.

After she dropped the sailors off, Flying Dutchman made her way over to her.

"So it's you again." Misty Lady said.

"Yeah, it's me." Flying Dutchman sighed.

"Don't worry, I'm happy here." Misty Lady smiled.

"Why aren't you with the Ancients?" Flying Dutchman asked.

"I wasn't ready they said so they gave me a hundred years here." Misty Lady replied.

"Can you tell me anything more of what happened to you?" Flying Dutchman asked.

Misty Lady sighed. "Not really, no. I just knew they were rogue pirates because they flew the red flag. The ships themselves were a flotilla of mostly sloops but I saw one or two brigs as well." She said.

"Sloops then. Okay." Flying Dutchman mused.

"They were from a collection of places. Some were British, some were Spanish or French. One I recognized as part of the Brethren." Misty Lady said.