knowing nothing

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Nymphadora knew exactly how to punish her. She would leave her in the dark, deep water with a hole in her memories.
Not alone though. Kira was still her daughter after all.

"Girl, bad, bad girl," she said to Kira.

"I don't belong here," Kira stated quietly, already missing the rum.

"Yes, you do. And you will!"
And with these words Nymphadora, the old goddess of the sea, put her webbed hands on Kira's temples and a lighting struck through her head.
Her eyes glowed up bright white for a second, then they turned blue again. The deep, ocean blue they've always been.

And Kira's body was floating in the water. Her body was numb. She was unconscious.

"Calypso," Nymphadora called out and the dark skinned, gigantic girl appeared next to her immediately.

"Take care of your little sister, Calypso," her mother ordered, pushing a metal chain into Calypso's hands. Calypso nodded and carefully took both, chain and sister and brought them deep down into the dark water.

***

Jack was thinking. Because he knew Gibbs had been right when he asked "Shouldn't we be running away?"
Now, they were running away. So what was the matter with him? They were doing the right thing, aye?

Two hours later he was lying in the captain's cabin, totally wasted. Drunk.
Way too drunk.

"Captain?", he heard a tiny voice from the other side of the door.
"Who dat?", he shouted, immediately regretting to have raised his voice as the headache set in.

"It's me, Ben, Sir. You sent me to get rum, Sir."
"Aye, rum. Get in," Jack agreed and the boy opened the door.
Jack was sitting behind his big wooden desk, full of maps and empty bottles. Benjamin closed the door behind him and handed the captain the bottle.

"Yer a good lad," Jack nodded at him, then he took a sip. It was like kissing her, just not as good.

"Ya know, laddy," he said, "I'll tell ya what."
In his captain's eyes, Ben could see the offer to sit down, so he sat down. His hand ruffled through his hair without him even noticing.
"Boy, if ya ever meet a girl that's *hic* perfect," he takes another gulp, "Ya keep 'er close. Savvy?"
Ben nodded.
"Ya protect 'er," Jack looked at the boy with that odd look of his, then he added, "Savvy?"
"Aye."

Ben looked at his captain, all drunk and dizzy and he thought, that now it would be the perfect moment. So he asked,
"What about Kira?"

"Kira... 'bout Kira? Don't ya touch her, laddy, hands off of me girl!"

"No, I mean... What about her?", Ben asked again.
"She... She's like da sea in human form, boy. Ya can't hold 'er close, she's too crazy 'n' wild. I needa let 'er go..."
For a moment he's caught up in his thoughts...

Jack sits at the beach, hopeless and tired and angry.
"Mutiny? Really?", he said to himself.
"Aye, really, we're suck," himself  answered.
"Shut your face."
"It's your face!"
"I'm pretty."
"Aye."

Then, he spots it.
"'ey, look!"
"A ship?"
"Aye!"
And he jumps up and waves his arms.
"Ya look like an idiot, waving about like that."
"At least I don't look like you."
"Yeah, about that..."

She hops off the ship into the sand, her hair flying in the wind. And she looks at him.
Those big, deep, blue ocean eyes look at him.

"Ya like her," the voice tells him.
He grins at her, the gold in his teeth shining.

"Aye, who are you?", she greets him, coming closer.
"Captain Jack Sparrow, and you?"

She smiles, "Kira. They call me the Sea."
"I see," he replies, looking into her catchy eyes.

"You're in quite a good state for a Maroon," she teases.

"I'm in quite a sober state for me. Too sober," he says.

She laughs and gets a bottle of rum out of her bag. She threw it towards him.
"What are you?", he asks, catching the bottle, "A seductive mermaid or a messenger of Davy Jones?"

"Neither," she answers, "But... rather the mermaid."

And she sits down in the sand with him while the crew of smugglers are loading in bottle after bottle of rum.

"I don't kiss mermaids," he informs her.
"I don't save Maroons," she says mischiviously.
He drinks a good gulp of rum.
"How is it?", she asks.
"Everything is better with rum."
"Aye!"


Then, he suddenly looked up. "Laddy?", he said.
"Aye?"

Jack pushed the bottle he was holding into Ben's hands. Then, on wobbly legs he stood up and went to the door.
He turned around and frowned at the boy.

"Wait. Gimme the rum back," he said.
Ben hurried to give him the bottle and held back a giggle.

"Now. Ya go 'n' trim the sails. We'll be close-hauled!"

Then, the storm came to get him.

***

As Kira opened her eyes she was underwater. She looked down at herself. She was chained up. Why?

She couldn't remember.
She remembered her mother. And her sister... And... the sea. Her home.
Yes, her home, wasn't it?

"Yes...", she said, but it sounded wrong. What sounded wrong? What was missing?

"Calypso!?", she called out.
Her sister. She could trust her sister. Her smart, wonderful, powerful sister.

But Kira was not like her. She could remember that. But... how? How was she different from he-
"Kira, finally!", her sister's voice sounded so pleasant in her ears. Calypso swam towards her and started to help Kira out of the chains.

"Finally?", Kira asked.
"You were asleep for a few days, my sister."
"Why? And why am I chained up?"
Calypso's eyes were filled with sorrow as she removed the last chains.

"Kira," she explained, "Some things are forgotten. Some things are so bad that we don't talk about them."
"But isn't that stupid?", she asked and she felt like she'd travelled back in time to when she was 7, sitting on her sister's lap and non-stop asking questions.

"Do you remember what I told you about words, my dear?"
"Yes," she said and it was the truth.
"Well," Calypso said, "Some are forgotten, you know. Maybe it's better that way."

And Kira could see how thoughtful her big sister was.
"Why are you so thoughtful?", Kira wanted to know.
"Aren't you thoughtful, too?", Calypso replied.

"Yes...," Kira mumbles, "It's like... like something's missing..."
She looks up at her sister's face, searching for answers.
But there were none.

This time, Calypso could not give her any answers.
This time, there was silence.

But Calypso was questioning her mother's desicions...

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