Disclaimer: For this and all next chapters – this fic is not written to make any golden coins out of it. Everything recognizable from “Pirates of the Caribbean” movies does not belong to me.

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The Chronicles of the Wanderer III, part two: Pale Enchantress

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“I’VE COME TO KNOW THE COLD – I THINK OF IT AS HOME

WHEN THERE AIN’T ENOUGH OF ME TO GO AROUND, I’D RATHER BE LEFT ALONE

BUT IF I CALL YOU OUT OF HABIT, I’M OUT OF LOVE, AND I GOTTA HAVE IT

WOULD YOU GIVE IT TO ME, IF I FIT YOUR NEEDS, LIKE WHEN WE BOTH KNEW WE HAD IT?

BUT NOW THE DAMAGE’S DONE, AND WE’RE BACK OUT ON THE RUN

FUNNY, HOW EVERYTHING WAS ROSES, WHEN WE HELD ON TO THE GUNS

JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE WINNIN’, DON’T MEAN YOU’RE THE LUCKY ONES…”

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Author’s note: Here we go, picking up right where we left in the first part. No worries, mates. Jack is alive and well, and so are Jason and Eddie, and Jack’s world in general. It’s just that Calypso had a few tricks up her sleeve Shelby knew nothing about.

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Chapter One: The World of Spider.

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“Almost all your compatriots hate spiders… if only they knew why! Yes, you have really never thought that you are reminding on a spider, but that doesn’t prevent you from weaving your own web. You know, your world is one of the most horrible places in the Universe, guest! It entwines with its web every person born there, and no one can slip away… But the worst is, you are learning from your world this art by yourselves: from the first days of their lives everybody start to weave their own spider-web, trying to entice in it all people around – and you like that! It seems to us there is something subtly disgusting inside you all – that’s how your awful world makes you to be… Should you look at your home-world through our eyes, you’d shudder: milliards of living beings, forever tied in the sticky web, are continuing to diligently weave it until the last day of their short lives. You are wasting too much strength to weave your own nets, and to escape others’ ones, but the web is made in such fashion every effort to escape ends with you being caught in it even deeper and deeper… Hopeless! That’s the reason exactly why are you aging and dying so fast: you have no energy left to just live…”

- Max Frei.

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I’ve been crying for days after first reading this quotation, you know? Still do, actually. Because it’s oh, so truth…

I’ve read it in that same book I found the definition for Makers in. And of course, I immediately fell for it. I’ve always felt there is something wrong with the world I lived in until I became… my real self. That feeling was barely recognizable, but at the same time very clear to me. I knew I had to get away before I get stuck too deep into the web.

The question was – how?

And then… I just did it. Yeah. Just like that, really. One night I looked up on the sky, stamped my leg on the floor and said: “I want it all, and I want it now!” – and that was it. I couldn’t believe my prayers were finally answered. I know I was drowning in ecstasy, freedom, and independence. I was free as a bird, flying through my best dreams and fantasies, carefree, unbound, and laughing…

But that was after, of course. First I had to get out of the web – which I did – yet before doing it, I learned how does it entice you in its trap through numerous experiences on my own skin. See, no matter how much did I want to avoid people and making new contacts – there was always someone who’d glue to me, thinking he/she is doing good to me by that, and in fact, was ensnaring me into their web, cutting all my possible ways out.

Every single day I had to wear mask in that bloody world. Every single day.

I could never show my real face in public, or to my friends and even family. Because I knew if I do that – they’ll run away, screaming. And I wanted to leave without making the real big damage to anybody else around me.

But Lord, that spider-web was tight!

I’ve almost lost all my hope of getting away – luckily, I had that book by my side to keep me alive. It saved my ass, honestly. More than once. I still appreciate books and written words more than humans and talk – why do you think am I writing this in the first place? I just want for you to know how certain things can happen… and how not always can you control them.

Ah, I guess I’ll never learn.

I told that before already – I could never control my wishes, whether “good” ones or “bad” ones. There were so many things I wished on the wrong way! But I think there was someone looking after me, my very own Guardian Angel – for the bad things I wished for always… reflected onto somebody else. For example – there was a time while I was still in music school when I wanted to break my hand just so I don’t have to practice for several months. What do you think? – The broken hand got the girl who was sitting next to me in elementary school. Then, I wanted to die. And a friend of my friend died (by committing suicide, naturally) – because I was revealing my deepest thoughts to that friend of mine.

Now the question is – does that make me a murderer? Or just, say, a person who has no idea what is she doing? How do morality laws – or church – look at that, friends and fellows? Mmm?

It’s only that I perfectly know (and always knew)what am I doing. I simply never stop myself before doing something stupid – although I know that consequences will be terrible. What can I say? I like to get what I want. I’m selfish. I’m arrogant in my pride of the fact I’m not usual human being. I’m a bitch – always was, always will be one.

…And I love that.