LIVE
Fanfiction: Pirates of the Caribbean
Characters: Anamaria, Will Turner
Comments: I wanted to write a non-graphic, non sensational fic of this
type. Those zombies were acting so creepy, I swear, it was disgusting.
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"You disgusting sea-snakes." Gibbs growled as the pirate slammed
William's cell door shut behind him. The overweight pirate narrowed his
eyes. "Watch out old-man, or I might come in and do the same to you."
"I'd like to see you try!" Gibbs retorted automatically.
The guard smirked. "Oh, I barely had to try. It was easy." He said,
turning away. "Any other ladies on your crew that I should know about?"
he laughed over his shoulder, as he headed up the stairs toward the deck.
Gibbs stared after the brutal guard for a moment before turning back to
the boy in the other cell. Anamaria was already there, reaching through
the bars of the cage-like cell toward William. "Hey, Will, look at me!"
she ordered. "Come on Will, don't pass out on me! If you do, Captain
Jack'll give you a hiding for falling asleep on the job! You don't want
that now do you?" she threatened desperately. William didn't move, Gibbs
watched him with growing concern. "How could that." he struggled to find
a word that expressed the hatred and revulsion he felt, but couldn't find
one. ".bastard do that to the boy?"
Anamaria watched William's unmoving body grimly. "All too easily."
"But you can't do that to a man, can you?" Gibbs whispered, trying not to
believe in spite of what he had seen.
"It makes no difference." The woman responded sharply. "Now close your
mouth. He doesn't need to hear about such things right now."
Gibbs turned to look at the other members of the crew, but none of them
would meet his eyes, and he knew that not a single man in that cell would
offer to help their fallen shipmate. He turned back to Anamaria, "It's
just you and me lass." He sighed. "What should we do?"
"How in all the hells should I know?" she growled. "Why am I suddenly the
expert?" she demanded angrily.
"They wouldn't kill him. They need him alive to free them from the
curse."
"They need his blood, they never said they needed him alive." The woman
corrected, and blood there was plenty of. A tiny trickle falling from the
corner of his mouth, passing over his rapidly bruising cheek. His face
and body were bruised from the beating he had taken bravely before it had
happened. The other areas, where the most damage had been done, were
covered in blood, it flowed from his abused skin, staining his clothes in
great red, terrifying seas.
"No, Barbossa would never allow it."
"He's not going to die." Anamaria stated. "Will! Wake up you lazy
bastard! Look at me!"
Long after sunset, Anamaria leaned sleepily against the bars of the cell,
her eyes half-closed. She was on watch. They couldn't afford to be caught
off guard by anything while trapped in this cage by their enemies.
William hadn't moved, but he seemed to be breathing. She watched his
chest rise and fall gently, and wondered what he was thinking. If the
undead pirate had wanted to hurt him, to break his captain's prisoner
then he had done his job. She had only known one person before in her
life who had been subjected to this kind of abuse, and the woman had
killed herself only a few months after the attack.
It had been Anamaria's best friend growing up, they had shared dreams of
running away together and joining a pirate crew. She was to be the queen
of pirates and Anamaria the king.
Unfortunately it was not to be, soon after her sixteenth birthday
Anamaria's friend had slipped away from a party with a young man she was
quite fond of. He attacked her in the woods behind the path.
She hadn't dared tell anyone but Anamaria what had happened and the man
continued seeking her affections like nothing had happened. She however,
was a broken woman from that moment on. She woke with nightmares and
often hid for days at a time in her room. She refused to let men touch
her and panicked if she was alone with one. The woman was ashamed of what
had happened, blaming herself no matter how Anamaria had tried to comfort
her.
What was passing through William's mind? Would a man simply shrug it off?
Put it down as another scar and be done with it? Or would it be worse?
"Ana."
The woman turned around, pulling herself up the bars until she could see
William clearly. "So, sleeping beauty is awake at last?" she said, hiding
her relief at finally seeing him open his eyes.
"What happened?" he asked weakly.
"You don't remember?" she asked. "Well, perhaps it's best you don't."
"What?"
"You got a bad beating from that sniveling sea-snake of a guard." She
said. He gazed at her with half-closed eyes, too weak to really register
his situation. He closed his eyes for a moment, resting, before lifting
his head in an attempt to sit up from his position on the floor where the
guard had left him. He grimaced letting out a small moan as his wounds
protested the movement.
Anamaria bit her lip in sympathy but said nothing.
Will lay back on the floor, his eyes settling on her. His cheek had
swelled and his lip had been split open, mangling his face, but his eyes
told of a fear and anger that she had never seen in him before. "I've
taken beatings before. I'll live." He said.
Anamarie nodded.
"Did they see?" he asked. Perhaps he did remember after all.
Another nod.
He closed his eyes and turned away from her. "I'll live." He repeated.
Fanfiction: Pirates of the Caribbean
Characters: Anamaria, Will Turner
Comments: I wanted to write a non-graphic, non sensational fic of this
type. Those zombies were acting so creepy, I swear, it was disgusting.
---------------
"You disgusting sea-snakes." Gibbs growled as the pirate slammed
William's cell door shut behind him. The overweight pirate narrowed his
eyes. "Watch out old-man, or I might come in and do the same to you."
"I'd like to see you try!" Gibbs retorted automatically.
The guard smirked. "Oh, I barely had to try. It was easy." He said,
turning away. "Any other ladies on your crew that I should know about?"
he laughed over his shoulder, as he headed up the stairs toward the deck.
Gibbs stared after the brutal guard for a moment before turning back to
the boy in the other cell. Anamaria was already there, reaching through
the bars of the cage-like cell toward William. "Hey, Will, look at me!"
she ordered. "Come on Will, don't pass out on me! If you do, Captain
Jack'll give you a hiding for falling asleep on the job! You don't want
that now do you?" she threatened desperately. William didn't move, Gibbs
watched him with growing concern. "How could that." he struggled to find
a word that expressed the hatred and revulsion he felt, but couldn't find
one. ".bastard do that to the boy?"
Anamaria watched William's unmoving body grimly. "All too easily."
"But you can't do that to a man, can you?" Gibbs whispered, trying not to
believe in spite of what he had seen.
"It makes no difference." The woman responded sharply. "Now close your
mouth. He doesn't need to hear about such things right now."
Gibbs turned to look at the other members of the crew, but none of them
would meet his eyes, and he knew that not a single man in that cell would
offer to help their fallen shipmate. He turned back to Anamaria, "It's
just you and me lass." He sighed. "What should we do?"
"How in all the hells should I know?" she growled. "Why am I suddenly the
expert?" she demanded angrily.
"They wouldn't kill him. They need him alive to free them from the
curse."
"They need his blood, they never said they needed him alive." The woman
corrected, and blood there was plenty of. A tiny trickle falling from the
corner of his mouth, passing over his rapidly bruising cheek. His face
and body were bruised from the beating he had taken bravely before it had
happened. The other areas, where the most damage had been done, were
covered in blood, it flowed from his abused skin, staining his clothes in
great red, terrifying seas.
"No, Barbossa would never allow it."
"He's not going to die." Anamaria stated. "Will! Wake up you lazy
bastard! Look at me!"
Long after sunset, Anamaria leaned sleepily against the bars of the cell,
her eyes half-closed. She was on watch. They couldn't afford to be caught
off guard by anything while trapped in this cage by their enemies.
William hadn't moved, but he seemed to be breathing. She watched his
chest rise and fall gently, and wondered what he was thinking. If the
undead pirate had wanted to hurt him, to break his captain's prisoner
then he had done his job. She had only known one person before in her
life who had been subjected to this kind of abuse, and the woman had
killed herself only a few months after the attack.
It had been Anamaria's best friend growing up, they had shared dreams of
running away together and joining a pirate crew. She was to be the queen
of pirates and Anamaria the king.
Unfortunately it was not to be, soon after her sixteenth birthday
Anamaria's friend had slipped away from a party with a young man she was
quite fond of. He attacked her in the woods behind the path.
She hadn't dared tell anyone but Anamaria what had happened and the man
continued seeking her affections like nothing had happened. She however,
was a broken woman from that moment on. She woke with nightmares and
often hid for days at a time in her room. She refused to let men touch
her and panicked if she was alone with one. The woman was ashamed of what
had happened, blaming herself no matter how Anamaria had tried to comfort
her.
What was passing through William's mind? Would a man simply shrug it off?
Put it down as another scar and be done with it? Or would it be worse?
"Ana."
The woman turned around, pulling herself up the bars until she could see
William clearly. "So, sleeping beauty is awake at last?" she said, hiding
her relief at finally seeing him open his eyes.
"What happened?" he asked weakly.
"You don't remember?" she asked. "Well, perhaps it's best you don't."
"What?"
"You got a bad beating from that sniveling sea-snake of a guard." She
said. He gazed at her with half-closed eyes, too weak to really register
his situation. He closed his eyes for a moment, resting, before lifting
his head in an attempt to sit up from his position on the floor where the
guard had left him. He grimaced letting out a small moan as his wounds
protested the movement.
Anamaria bit her lip in sympathy but said nothing.
Will lay back on the floor, his eyes settling on her. His cheek had
swelled and his lip had been split open, mangling his face, but his eyes
told of a fear and anger that she had never seen in him before. "I've
taken beatings before. I'll live." He said.
Anamarie nodded.
"Did they see?" he asked. Perhaps he did remember after all.
Another nod.
He closed his eyes and turned away from her. "I'll live." He repeated.