Crossing Blades (POTC FanFiction)

eighteen➵ touch of destiny

"There are no secrets that time does not reveal."

- Jean Racine

Evelyn's POV

    Apparently, "upriver" means the other side of this batcrap crazy island. I can't lie and say that I didn't shiver as I exited the Pearl and we all piled into two longboats. I'm not exactly ready to go back and meet more cannibals. But I'll trust Jack and if he says that he knows who we're about to meet then I'll believe him in that.

    The butterflies in my stomach calm down a bit when I feel Jack's hand encase mine and I find a smile tugging on my lips, begging to be released. We both sit together at the front of the boat and I notice out of the corner of my eye a familiar pair of eyes gazing in my direction. Squeezing Jack's hand harder, I scoot in a bit closer to him so our legs are touching. He seems to notice this maneuver when he wraps an arm around my waist, resting on my hipbone.

    "Jack..." I whisper as I notice all of the eyes following us as we sail down a gloomy swamp where there are lots of shacks and gleaming eyes. He stills when I say this before looking back down to me.

    "Mmm," He responds and I feel his arm repositioning so it's further around me, clearly making some of the other men in this boat a bit uncomfortable.

    "Where are we going?" I whisper again, leaning my chin on his shoulder as I look up into his eyes. They're the brightest things in this overgrown jungle.

    "Glad you asked, Evie," He smiles but I notice that it doesn't reach his eyes, "Tia Dalma." He answers and at this I sit up straight. I've heard of her.

    "She sounds familiar," I note and he nods as we look back out at all of the people who are staring. I certainly don't miss the fact that mostly everyone is staring at Jack and I.

    "Seems most people say that," He mumbles and I find myself intrigued with this.

    "Isn't she some...sorceress? Witch?" I whisper the last word so as not to possibly offend anyone here, but I don't think they could hear me anyway.

    "Something like that," That famous Jack Sparrow smirk emerges on his face that makes my stomach tie in knots. He pecks me on the lips quickly before pulling away, almost causing me to whimper. Dammit, I want him constantly. Just as a giggle emits from my mouth, our boat bumps to a stop and I flinch into Jack's chest. He gives me an odd look before we both stand to our feet and everyone begins leaving the boat and entering her dimly lit hit.

    Jack takes the lead, pushing me behind him but I don't let go of his hand, I'm not sure how far her and Jack really do go back but I don't think I want to find out.

    "Jack Sparrow," An interesting accent sounds from within the hut and I find myself peering around his shoulder to get a better look at her. If she isn't the stereotype for a witch, I'm not sure what is. From her oily skin, to dark dreadlocks and stained black and yellow teeth, I find myself even more intrigued with her.

    "Tia Dalma," Jack greets enthusiastically, just as he knocks his head into hanging jar filled with...eyeballs? I make a mental note to not examine her hut too closely. An endearing smirk/smile plays on her lips as she makes her way across the room to him.

    "I always knowed the wind was going to blow you back to me one day," Her accent is thick and a bit hard to understand but I hear what she says loud and clear and it doesn't sit quite well with me. Instantly, her attention averts to me and my heart rate picks up at the idea that she might have heard what I was thinking. She can't read minds too...can she? Her eyes trail down to Jack and my intertwined hands and a smile appears on her face again.