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bringmethatnpcDeep in a bayou near the mouth of the Pantano River, a wooden shack sits among twisted vines, high roots, and still, stagnant water. Moonlight illuminates the scene, and the shack is lit from within by what seems like hundreds of candles. A single lantern at the entrance beckons all those who dare to step over the threshold.
Not long ago, only a few days or so, the shack and tangle of surrounding trees was the site of a wake for Captain Jack Sparrow.
The shack had been overflowing with pirates that night. Tia Dalma offered drinks to fight the chill and the sorrow, and the return of another dead pirate gave the crew hope where previously there had been none. Some of those pirates seemed to disappear that night. No one asked too many questions, however, as the shack is bigger than it appears on the outside and the unexpected is to be expected wherever Tia Dalma is found.
But now the missing parties are starting to return. Some are even accompanied by people who had not been there before.
Not long ago, only a few days or so, the shack and tangle of surrounding trees was the site of a wake for Captain Jack Sparrow.
The shack had been overflowing with pirates that night. Tia Dalma offered drinks to fight the chill and the sorrow, and the return of another dead pirate gave the crew hope where previously there had been none. Some of those pirates seemed to disappear that night. No one asked too many questions, however, as the shack is bigger than it appears on the outside and the unexpected is to be expected wherever Tia Dalma is found.
But now the missing parties are starting to return. Some are even accompanied by people who had not been there before.
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Date: 2007-07-13 01:47 am (UTC)"He has struck a deal, an such things have a power of their own."
The words are firm enough, and yet there is an undercurrent of uncertainty that carries them, and her eyes are troubled.
"We have no choice."
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Date: 2007-07-14 12:47 am (UTC)"No, we do not," Elizabeth agrees, and it's an admission made with some reluctance but little of her usual stubborn, supercilious attitude, as she draws level with Tia Dalma and watches her closely. Recognizing an unfamiliar note in the other woman's voice, something unexpected, Elizabeth raises an eyebrow and also turns her attention to Barbossa, continuing, "He is our hope, then."
Her voice rises at the last, as if she is tempted to smile, tempted to allow a disbelieving laugh at this ridiculous twist of fate.
"It is good he has struck a deal, whatever it may be." Her eyes gleam. "That means he has someone to answer to other than himself."
A sidelong look at Tia Dalma is the only hint of her raging desire to know what sort of deal he has struck, and why.