The Witching Hour
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Adult +
Chapters:
7
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1,703
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6
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Day by Day
Disclaimer: I am now aware that I do not have to say that I do not own “Pirates of the Caribbean,” every chapter, but after having doing so for so long, now it has become a compulsive thing. Besides….one can never be too careful when dealing with copyright laws. Maybe I’ll say it in a different language for the next chapter. :-P
Chapter 6
Day by Day
It was the third day they were docked in Tortuga. Jack was so fascinated by the new occupant of the ship that he didn’t leave the Pearl even once—not even to get rum. Of course, he had plenty on board, but normally he would have wanted to pay a few “female friends” a visit as well. He had questioned Otluta over everything in her life, and she had answered him with as much as she felt he ought to know. He had learned for instance, that, as he believed, she had fallen of her yew due to lightning. However, he did not know that she had brought her whole clan with her. When he asked where they were, she told him that she had no idea. They were all blown away and separated by the horrible gale. Jack had also learned that Otluta and her clan had left their homeland in the swamps to get away from people who were after witches. She had explained that they had hoped to find a place where witches did not cause such hysterics, for most of them were harmless…at least Otluta’s clan was. There were plenty of other clans with which Otluta’s clan was at war. This topic of war amongst the witches fascinated Jack, but at the moment, he was preoccupied with something he had just found out.
“So…you mean to say that you have CHILDREN? How many?” he seemed slightly curious, slightly jealous. Otluta laughed.
“Why does it matter to you, oh Captain? Is it wrong that I have been with child before?”
“No….it’s just….it’s just that…” Jack honestly didn’t know why he was reacting so strongly. Indeed, he had nurst Otluta back to health for the most part. Her arm was still broken, but it wasn’t agony for her to move anymore and she could even help around the ship as well as she did things one-handed. Otluta sighed and answered his question anyway.
“That was many years ago….and he’s dead. My son is dead.” She looked regretful and quite suddenly, filled with sorrow. Oh wonderful, Jack he thought bitterly to himself, You’re going to make her cry. Oh, this is perfect! Otluta, however, did not cry. For she was not one who cried very easily. The last time she had cried, was in fact the day that her child, and her lover were taken from her. She had taken an oath of celibacy ever since to show her grief.
My lover’s name was Jethro….and my son was Armistad. Armistad was but 10 years old when he was taken from me…both my lover and son were taken...” She looked at Jack, her vivid eyes glaced, but not tear-filled. It filled with a profound feeling of guilt, something to which he was mostly foreign. It was as if she was crying dry tears. “A specter attacked my Jethro,” she said softly, “And….and it caused my lover to go mad and throw my child off a cliff. I was there when it happened. I tried to stop him, but it was too late. My lover was still physically alive, but he was merely a vehicle for the evil spirit that had infested him to carry out its deeds. So I took my knife, and planted it gently in his heart."
Jack shuddered. So she had killed one of her lovers….if she had had more than one. She seemed to read his expression as she often had. She was getting to know that face so well….with the passionate chestnut eyes, the beautiful mouth and the wonderfully shaped nose.
“It is not as it seems. I did not want to kill Jethro. Jethro himself, would have never killed our child. I remember that he was so proud that he had had a boy. After he had asked, Jack found out that Armistad, the boy would have been about his age now, had he survived. Jack sighed and looked up at Otluta. He finally had decided that he would like nothing more if she had decided to stay on board the Pearl…perhaps as the Captain’s girl. It had been a long time since he had had one of those. Usually, they caused nothing but trouble. But Otluta was different. But would it ever work between them? She was old, and yet so young at the same time. After a bit of slience, Otluta continued.
“Jethro wouldn’t have done it to his boy. It was the evil spirit—the specter inside him that was forcing him to do so. To breed misery, disgrace, and loneliness. I was saving poor Jethro from committing anymore atrocities and—“
“But you’re a witch! A bloody witch! Surely, you could have done SOMETHING.” Jack said, still not liking the idea that she had murdered a lover. Otluta shook her head sadly, her eyes still glazed.
“I’m afraid it is not as easy as you think. Witches can contact spirits, but we cannot completely manipulate them if they are blocking us. Since these evil spirits have no conscience, there is nothing to contact them with.” Jack nodded and abruptly stood up and began to pace the room. Otluta’s glazed eyes followed his every movement.
“So let me get this straight…this…Jethro…” he said the name slowly, almost as if it were disgusting. “Was he a witch as well?” Otluta shook her head.
“No…witches often do breed with normal humans. It is the way of things….it always has been.”
“So, had your son survived,” Jack started, and then slackened his face to make it more gentle. He didn’t want to make her upset by talking about her deceased son by speaking of him in a blasé manner. “Had, your son survived,” he said in a softer, more sensitive voice, “He would be….a half-witch?”
“Warlock, if you want to be precise….a half-warlock,” Otluta said, as though she hadn’t taken the slightest notice of Jack’s tone. Her voice was as cold and as hard as ever. Though she had had many years to recover from this incident, it still plagued her. She loved Jethro, but more than ever, she missed her son terribly. She felt as though she had barely known him. When she turned her equally cold and glazed eyes on Jack, he stopped and backed away slowly. Why were her eyes like that? Was she going to cast a spell? Suddenly, a single tear fell down her cheek and Jack was taken aback.
“I am sorry,” she said, her voice cracking slightly, “I rarely ever cry. Usually the glazed quality my eyes get is when I am upset about something. It is quite hard for me to cry though.” She sniffed and winced, “And rather painful, actually. It is why we witches try to avoid crying, for it is like needles pressing into our eyes.”
Jack nodded slowly and deliberately, backing away ever so slightly. This woman was becoming weirder by the minute. A woman who couldn’t cry? Even Annamaria could cry! Jack said nothing, however, and let her continue.
“You wonder why I have refused to answer your question about this young William Turner?” Immediately, Jack’s face changed from slightly frightened to intense curiosity.
“Yes….,” he said slowly, “Why have you?”
“It is because you were not ready to know….but now that you have heard my story, it will make more sense.” Jack hadn’t the faintest idea what Otluta was talking about. Why would talking about witches tell how Otluta knew of Will? Unless….
“This William Turner…I have never met nor heard of another, so I am assuming that he is the same one….he is a quarter warlock.” It seemed as though Jack’s stomach had lifted up into his throat. Warlock? His William? It just couldn’t be!
“On which side?” Jack questioned suspiciously.
“His mother was half-witch,” she said simply. Her name was Isabeau. She was known far and wide for her beauty….with lustrous white hair, and pale, pale skin and bright blue eyes. It seemed as though she were an angel. She was known for her full figure as well. It must have come from her father’s side, however. Witches are typically of slim figure. It is helpful when flying. Our place is often in the air.” Jack said nothing, but stood there amazed at his friend’s history. “His grandmother, who is still alive at 435 years of age, is named Mythosa. I am actually well aquainted with her. However, I do not know what became of Will’s mother. Alas, a half-witch, while she lives a long life….longer than most humans, she does not possess any of the powers of a witch. I am afraid what happened to her was not good if she vanished without a trace. She may be still alive, however.”
Jack’s face was set. “Right!” he said determinedly, “Here is our plan! We shall first stroll the streets of Tortuga. I warn you though, it is not as nice as you remember it.” Otluta winked at him.
“I consider myself warned.”
“Second, we shall board the Pearl again and visit young William and Elizabeth. The last time I saw them…I believe Elizabeth was with child. I am needing to pay them a visit anyway. At the same time, you may perhaps see whether Will is or is not a…quarter warlock, did you say?”
“Yes. He is quite strong…but that’s about all the witch ability he has, however.”
“Right,” Jack said, scratching his head. “Anyway, YOU should be in bed. I think I have questioned you enough for this evening.” Perhaps I learned much more than I wanted to,Jack thought privately.
Chapter 6
Day by Day
It was the third day they were docked in Tortuga. Jack was so fascinated by the new occupant of the ship that he didn’t leave the Pearl even once—not even to get rum. Of course, he had plenty on board, but normally he would have wanted to pay a few “female friends” a visit as well. He had questioned Otluta over everything in her life, and she had answered him with as much as she felt he ought to know. He had learned for instance, that, as he believed, she had fallen of her yew due to lightning. However, he did not know that she had brought her whole clan with her. When he asked where they were, she told him that she had no idea. They were all blown away and separated by the horrible gale. Jack had also learned that Otluta and her clan had left their homeland in the swamps to get away from people who were after witches. She had explained that they had hoped to find a place where witches did not cause such hysterics, for most of them were harmless…at least Otluta’s clan was. There were plenty of other clans with which Otluta’s clan was at war. This topic of war amongst the witches fascinated Jack, but at the moment, he was preoccupied with something he had just found out.
“So…you mean to say that you have CHILDREN? How many?” he seemed slightly curious, slightly jealous. Otluta laughed.
“Why does it matter to you, oh Captain? Is it wrong that I have been with child before?”
“No….it’s just….it’s just that…” Jack honestly didn’t know why he was reacting so strongly. Indeed, he had nurst Otluta back to health for the most part. Her arm was still broken, but it wasn’t agony for her to move anymore and she could even help around the ship as well as she did things one-handed. Otluta sighed and answered his question anyway.
“That was many years ago….and he’s dead. My son is dead.” She looked regretful and quite suddenly, filled with sorrow. Oh wonderful, Jack he thought bitterly to himself, You’re going to make her cry. Oh, this is perfect! Otluta, however, did not cry. For she was not one who cried very easily. The last time she had cried, was in fact the day that her child, and her lover were taken from her. She had taken an oath of celibacy ever since to show her grief.
My lover’s name was Jethro….and my son was Armistad. Armistad was but 10 years old when he was taken from me…both my lover and son were taken...” She looked at Jack, her vivid eyes glaced, but not tear-filled. It filled with a profound feeling of guilt, something to which he was mostly foreign. It was as if she was crying dry tears. “A specter attacked my Jethro,” she said softly, “And….and it caused my lover to go mad and throw my child off a cliff. I was there when it happened. I tried to stop him, but it was too late. My lover was still physically alive, but he was merely a vehicle for the evil spirit that had infested him to carry out its deeds. So I took my knife, and planted it gently in his heart."
Jack shuddered. So she had killed one of her lovers….if she had had more than one. She seemed to read his expression as she often had. She was getting to know that face so well….with the passionate chestnut eyes, the beautiful mouth and the wonderfully shaped nose.
“It is not as it seems. I did not want to kill Jethro. Jethro himself, would have never killed our child. I remember that he was so proud that he had had a boy. After he had asked, Jack found out that Armistad, the boy would have been about his age now, had he survived. Jack sighed and looked up at Otluta. He finally had decided that he would like nothing more if she had decided to stay on board the Pearl…perhaps as the Captain’s girl. It had been a long time since he had had one of those. Usually, they caused nothing but trouble. But Otluta was different. But would it ever work between them? She was old, and yet so young at the same time. After a bit of slience, Otluta continued.
“Jethro wouldn’t have done it to his boy. It was the evil spirit—the specter inside him that was forcing him to do so. To breed misery, disgrace, and loneliness. I was saving poor Jethro from committing anymore atrocities and—“
“But you’re a witch! A bloody witch! Surely, you could have done SOMETHING.” Jack said, still not liking the idea that she had murdered a lover. Otluta shook her head sadly, her eyes still glazed.
“I’m afraid it is not as easy as you think. Witches can contact spirits, but we cannot completely manipulate them if they are blocking us. Since these evil spirits have no conscience, there is nothing to contact them with.” Jack nodded and abruptly stood up and began to pace the room. Otluta’s glazed eyes followed his every movement.
“So let me get this straight…this…Jethro…” he said the name slowly, almost as if it were disgusting. “Was he a witch as well?” Otluta shook her head.
“No…witches often do breed with normal humans. It is the way of things….it always has been.”
“So, had your son survived,” Jack started, and then slackened his face to make it more gentle. He didn’t want to make her upset by talking about her deceased son by speaking of him in a blasé manner. “Had, your son survived,” he said in a softer, more sensitive voice, “He would be….a half-witch?”
“Warlock, if you want to be precise….a half-warlock,” Otluta said, as though she hadn’t taken the slightest notice of Jack’s tone. Her voice was as cold and as hard as ever. Though she had had many years to recover from this incident, it still plagued her. She loved Jethro, but more than ever, she missed her son terribly. She felt as though she had barely known him. When she turned her equally cold and glazed eyes on Jack, he stopped and backed away slowly. Why were her eyes like that? Was she going to cast a spell? Suddenly, a single tear fell down her cheek and Jack was taken aback.
“I am sorry,” she said, her voice cracking slightly, “I rarely ever cry. Usually the glazed quality my eyes get is when I am upset about something. It is quite hard for me to cry though.” She sniffed and winced, “And rather painful, actually. It is why we witches try to avoid crying, for it is like needles pressing into our eyes.”
Jack nodded slowly and deliberately, backing away ever so slightly. This woman was becoming weirder by the minute. A woman who couldn’t cry? Even Annamaria could cry! Jack said nothing, however, and let her continue.
“You wonder why I have refused to answer your question about this young William Turner?” Immediately, Jack’s face changed from slightly frightened to intense curiosity.
“Yes….,” he said slowly, “Why have you?”
“It is because you were not ready to know….but now that you have heard my story, it will make more sense.” Jack hadn’t the faintest idea what Otluta was talking about. Why would talking about witches tell how Otluta knew of Will? Unless….
“This William Turner…I have never met nor heard of another, so I am assuming that he is the same one….he is a quarter warlock.” It seemed as though Jack’s stomach had lifted up into his throat. Warlock? His William? It just couldn’t be!
“On which side?” Jack questioned suspiciously.
“His mother was half-witch,” she said simply. Her name was Isabeau. She was known far and wide for her beauty….with lustrous white hair, and pale, pale skin and bright blue eyes. It seemed as though she were an angel. She was known for her full figure as well. It must have come from her father’s side, however. Witches are typically of slim figure. It is helpful when flying. Our place is often in the air.” Jack said nothing, but stood there amazed at his friend’s history. “His grandmother, who is still alive at 435 years of age, is named Mythosa. I am actually well aquainted with her. However, I do not know what became of Will’s mother. Alas, a half-witch, while she lives a long life….longer than most humans, she does not possess any of the powers of a witch. I am afraid what happened to her was not good if she vanished without a trace. She may be still alive, however.”
Jack’s face was set. “Right!” he said determinedly, “Here is our plan! We shall first stroll the streets of Tortuga. I warn you though, it is not as nice as you remember it.” Otluta winked at him.
“I consider myself warned.”
“Second, we shall board the Pearl again and visit young William and Elizabeth. The last time I saw them…I believe Elizabeth was with child. I am needing to pay them a visit anyway. At the same time, you may perhaps see whether Will is or is not a…quarter warlock, did you say?”
“Yes. He is quite strong…but that’s about all the witch ability he has, however.”
“Right,” Jack said, scratching his head. “Anyway, YOU should be in bed. I think I have questioned you enough for this evening.” Perhaps I learned much more than I wanted to,Jack thought privately.