Legends of the Treasure Child : Demon Spawn

He knew she would be standing there even before he turned his head to gaze upwards. She knew why he had come. She had been waiting ever since he first called to her in her dreams. She knew her husband was safe, but not how. She knew they'd be reunited, but not when. And she knew not what kind of man he would be, or if he would look the same as he used to. But he would be her William Turner, and that would be enough.

It had been hard for John to explain to her where William actually was. He was worried she wouldn't understand. Standing at the ledge of the cliff overlooking the shores, comprehension began to fully set in as she observed John's rounded belly which jutted out like a giant blister. In her conclusion, she pictured herself raising her own husband from infancy, and that their child would be getting a new playmate which was actually his own father. The thought struck her as surreal. But he would be her William Turner, and that would be enough.

Shifting her gaze to the horizon, she immediately spotted a ship with black sails. All though it was making good speed, there'd still be hours before it could join the other ship with crimson sails which was already anchored in the bay. Elisabeth directed her attention downwards again, watching in silence the arguing brothers.

"Oh, I would 'share' him" John said half ironically, "but my father is not a toy."

"And I would give him all the affection needed."

"Somehow I don't trust you."

"Allow me to spend the night with him once he has recovered" Sakias said, "and I'm sure that when he reports in the morning-"

"-Jack doesn't have to report anything! What I strongly dislike about you and Saieros is this indign attitude where you think you have the right to control humans because you're elevated beings!"

"So that's why you're stealing him away from our brother...!"

"Our brother" John began, "have in my opinion not earned himself the right to be alone with Jack."

"Our brother was the one to choose him. He shaped that human into his own picture, and look what strong offspring he produced. Not even our father the king-"

"-he was a fool with an illusion of grandiure! I will not allow Jack to be hurt the way our father hurt Paris. The damage..., it's irreversible!"

"Perhaps it could be avoided. Perhaps together - and by example - we could teach Saieros how to shape shift and remind him of what being a devoted lover is all about!"

"By example? You mean a...a foursome with Jack? It would not work unless Saieros is willing to undertake such a journey into the healing, himself."

John glanced up, eying the female silhouette against the clear Caribbean sky. "I suppose you already know that my sperm is intended for something not of this mortal world. When was the last time you were with someone?"

"I never have. Neither have I shed my sperm into someone, either."

"Good God!" John exclaimed with disbelief. He couldn't help the smile which curled itself on his lips.

"In deed. He's been kind enough not to take notice of me. Which is more than what I can say about you, dear little brother" Sakias returned the smile.

"I sometimes wonder" John said, sounding distant, "if I was the drop which caused the cup to flow over with bitterness."

"Man cruzified the Christ. And along with him all hopes for humanity."

"But God saw us together."

"God had already decided that he was going to abandon Jesus to the mercy of men. I cannot see how your actions would have made any difference."

"It was a part of the agenda of the Demons of Light, right? They deliberately-"

"-we don't know that. Besides. Jesus Christ isn't the first prophet to suffer at the hands of-"

"-he was MY prophet." John interrupted. His words brimmed with sorrow.

"He'll return, be sure of it. A soul of such a caliber as his, is surely on the rebound."

"I know. I have sensed it. He will come back as a priest, nothing less!" John shook hs head dejectedly. "A priest!"

Now it was Sakias' turn to smirk at his little brother. "Look at you. A demon in love, yet you know not the face of the one you would give yourself to."

"I'm a hopeless sappy romantic."

"Not as hopeless as those who cannot love."

"I need to think about your proposal concerning Jack. Jack must be willing to participate."

"You hold him in high regard. I respect that. For now. But the offspring must be brought into existence, pain or no pain."

"Do not attempt to corner me, Sakias. I would rather see Jack dead than to have him suffer at yours and Saieros' hands."

"Careful what you wish for, little brother."

"There's got to be more than one Child Bearer in this world. There's no need to put such pressure on the shoulders of one man."

"A harem? Where do you propose we should start looking? Child Bearers don't grow on trees."

"Precisely. Which is why Jack should be given some slack. Or he'll be worn out!"

"Not while he drinks from the fountain of youth."

"The fountain is not enough. It does nothing for his mind."

Sakias held his tongue for a moment, eying John. Then he said: "I sense you're tired."

"I am. In deed I am." John nodded.

That was the last of their conversation. John watched in silence as Sakias dove into the shimmering blue. He could see there would be a future battle of wills between himself and his brothers. Perhaps he had grown too much human. He could not harness his sympathy for Jack, let alone stand by and do nothing. But to go as far as to kill him? It was an option he couldn't risk discussing with anyone else. At least not Jack. He focused his attention back at the female silhouette which still stood at the top of the cliff looking down at him. It was still too early. He wondered when she'd finally run out of patience.


Had he been his old pirate self, then Jack would have felt intrigued and immensely flattered to be greeted by such a woman, no less! He would - without further hesitation - think to himself that she was waiting for him on that cliff, and for no one else. There could be only one man for the women - aristocrat and whore alike - and that was Captain Jack Sparrow! Without further ado he would then have indulged many an obscene thought about himself in bed with said woman, conjuring up even more obscene erotic displays of them together in said bed, doing things to her body which her father probably would have him hanged and gutted like a fish, for. And upon finally making her aquaintance, Jack would blurt out some indecent comment concerning said fanciful thoughts and thus earn himself a forceful slap in the face. He went wrong with the lasses at some point, but to this day he still hadn't figured it out. Now, it didn't matter.

Erastus had just fed from him again, and Jack felt empty. Drained. Reduced. As if Erastus had fed off his milk and then continued with the blood and fluids in his body. Jack felt parched. But he would not touch the rum. He starved, just as the rest of the crew. They'd survived on coconuts, rainwater and meats Erastus had hunted for them in the depths of the nights along the coast. Jack stood by the wheel next to Mr. Cotton, watching as the details of the coastline unraveled and the Crimson Lotus grew into size. So, John had beat him to it. Well, this time John was excused. What he had done for Will, had made it impossible to do anything but to continue onwards. To go back for the Pearl in that murderous fog could have ended fatally, either for John or for Will. A loud chop brought him out of his reverie and he watched as Mr. Gibbs made it up the stairs, holding a split coconut in one palm. He offered it to Jack with an apologetic, lopsided smile.

"God, not coconut again!" Jack exclaimed, "I'm fed up with coconut milk." He accepted the severed coconut though, deciding to not make a scene about it. It was either coconut or rum. Not much of an option.

"Weigh anchor!" Jack shouted when he thought they were close enough. "Get the chariot on the water pronto!" The orders were minimal, almost unnecessary, yet Jack loved it. He drank greedily from the coconut, hating every mouthful of it, swearing for the umpteenth time that he'd never have another coconut again for as long as he lived. Glancing at Mr. Gibbs as the first mate took a swig from his little rum bottle, was obviously a mistake. Realizing he'd been caught in the act, Mr. Gibbs quickly hid it away with another of his apologetic smiles.

"I'm thinkin' about bannin' rum from me ship completely. What say you, Mr. Gibbs?!" Jack snapped. Having understood Jack's moods completely, Mr. Gibbs hesitated, obviously thinking hard about an answer which would suit the tense situation.

"Sir" Mr. Gibbs finally ventured, "I would have to say that if ye did, then findin' a crew - any crew - will become extremely difficult. And I would resign on the spot!"

"Mr. Gibbs. I am going to be with child on one way or another for the rest of infinity. A stab in me back would be less painful than to have to watch everybody around me sippin' of MY rum as to where I cannot taste a drop!"

"The injustice! But surely, Sir, ye must be able to enjoy a bottle or five in between pregnancies, right?"

"Tha's just the problem! I can't handle more than a wee glass of the wretched stuff before me stomach gets tied into a knot and the floor spins!" Jack exclaimed, throwing the empty coconut shell out into open waters with great force. He then turned to Mr. Gibbs and grabbed the first mate by the collars while he whispered dramatically between gritted teeth: "I'm goin' SOBER! Like a bloody man of the church, savvy?! I - The Captain Jack Sparrow - sober!"

Mr. Gibbs shook his head in sympathy, leaning as far away from Jack's coconut-infested breath as he could get. He was relieved to be released just moments after. The first mate watched his captain get into the dingy along with Pintel who was ordered to row to shore. Mr. Gibbs had to smile. Their captain was in deed back.

Elisabeth greeted him at the beach. Her brown hair was a wild halo around her head, and she'd ordered her son to remain seated by the rocks near the path leading upwards. Hugging her felt awkward. Elisabeth was nothing but skin and bones, and her face was hollow and weary with sorrow and concern. Without words, she showed him the putrid contents of the chest which once had belonged to Davey Jones. The smell of decay was almost overpowering, and she quickly put the lid back on. He watched her check her tears, understanding that she tried to remain strong for her son. Leaving the chest on the beach, he escorted her back to the cottage. Day grew into twilight, and twilight faded into night. Erastus came, fed and went - keeping a lookout outside the cottage.

Elisabeth slept for the first time in nights. In was however a disturbed slumber, for all she could see upon shutting her eyes, was the memory of the night when she'd dug up the chest under her bed. She couldn't bear sleeping in that bedroom ever since, and had settled on the turn-up bedstead in the kitchen or sometimes in her son's room. It was like a haunting. She could find no rest. Now, Jack watched her as she slept, watched her slight bosom rise and fall in steady breaths. The night was young, though Elisabeth had fallen asleep shortly after she'd put her son to bed. She was exhausted. Jack's presence soothed her sorrows.


At 3 a.m. there was a knock on the door. It prompted Elisabeth awake. She watched breathlessly as Jack stirred to open it. It was John. The golden eyed demon eyed her and said: "It's time. Mr. Scarborough here will mind your son."