A/N: Okay all! Here I am with the first chapter of the sequel! :D I am so pleased.
If you have any questions, just feel free to ask.
~Enjoy.
Chapter one
The eerie call of the loon broke through the deep, dark silence of the night and poured it's brokenhearted call into the poor ears of Adelaine Jamaika Turner. She huddled pathetically in the darkest corner of the damp room, squeezing herself into the shadows as much as possible, her eyes wide and her hands shaking as she mercilessly clutched her shiv to the point that her knuckles were white and her palms bleeding.
There was something downstairs.
If it had been a year ago, she would have stomped down into the small kitchen and held that something at blade point, demanding to know what it wanted.
But this was not a year ago.
No, no, no, no. It was most definitely not a year ago.
Her eyes had lost their delicious sparkle, and her skin had paled to a sickly color, ever since she became married to him.
As this something wasn't necessarily a something, but a someone. This someone shattered Adelaine's protective walls, and right tore them down and scattered the tiny pieces in every directions, making so Adelaine may never repair them. He shattered her hopes for freedom, her trust, her love, and her virginity, all at brute force against her will.
The engagement was nice enough, despite the fact that Adelaine did not love this man and didn't want anything to do with him.
Then the wedding was luxurious. Starch white gowns, and beautiful flowers. Everything was over the top, him being an Admiral and all.
And even so the first few months of their new marriage was happy enough. No love in it, no, but they treated each other with respect. But, after the third month or so, it came to an abrupt stop. A year ago, our dear heroine had kissed the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow; a year ago she was a free bird; a year ago she was as happy as a button; a year ago she loved the life with her dear brother William.
A year ago, she was the Adelaine Turner we all knew and loved.
But now that Adelaine Turner is gone. Dead. Shriveled up and tossed aside like a shedded skin.
And there's only one man to thank for that. One man, that has given our poor, dear Adelaine twice the amount of scars she had already.
And it has only been five months of their marriage.
And only one week until her 21st birthday.
The poor dear.
That man, is Admiral Jorge Wiggins.
So here she was, tossed dejectedly aside like a shorn rag, no purpose, useless, barren unto the world. Her shiv was her best friend now, it saving her from many a circumstance with her new husband.
God, she loathed that word.
Outside the walls of their home, he was a cheerful, respectable man, but inside, he was a blood thirsty monster, ridden on the desire to hurt and destroy.
Here she huddled, squeezing the rest of herself into that filthy, dark corner, and praying to the Lord God that he'll save her today, as the heavy footsteps ascended the stairs and stopped outside her door. The seconds ticked by, the silence so thick Adelaine swore it was possible to drown in it. Her heart beat sent a hollow sound, so loud Adelaine wanted to stab herself with her shiv to make it stop and put her out of her misery. The silence did not last long enough. The wooden door slammed open to reveal the dark outline of Jorge, a bottle in his hand and the smell of alcohol about him.
"Why you 'idin from me ya litt-al misseh?" his gravelly voice boomed over the small confines of the room. He stepped closer, taking a swig from his grimy bottle and throwing it at Adelaine's corner, who shielded herself just in time to only get four cuts on her arm, nothing more. "What're ye? Scared?" his laughter was even worse than his tone, the sharp sound giving Adelaine goose bumps and she whimpered, scooting back against the wall. Jorge lunged forward and pulled her up with one yank of her arm, and clutched her to his chest, planting a disgusting alcohol filled kiss on her lips. Adelaine shrieked and pounded her fists on his head, and he dropped her onto the floor and Adelaine heard a sickening crack as his foot came in contact with her spine.
"You ungrateful bitch!" he screamed, shoving her roughly across the room and into the wall, where she lay limp, cradling her head and crying. The door slammed and the sickly yellow light was gone, taking it's hideous monster with it, but Adelaine knew he'd be back soon. She couldn't move, her back was in too much pain. She knew one of these days he would kill her, and just brush it off like it was nothing.
There was not one moment of her miserable little life that passed without her thinking of her beloved Sparrow, out at sea, living the life she had always wanted. He was the reason she kept going and putting up with the torture from her so-called husband. He was the reason she didn't throw herself out the window to meet her certain demise. The reason she prayed for God to deliver her and take her away from this horrible place, in hope that she might be able to see her beloved Captain before her life ended and she was no more. This was a horrible way to think, and she knew it, but considering the circumstances of her life, she had every rite to it.
Her blood stains spotted everywhere on the floor, and she did nothing to try and erase them. They would always be there, even if she couldn't see them. The horrible blood stains on her heart.
If only Jack Sparrow could see her now.
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