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Christie sat at the bar feeling unwanted attention around her. Sipping her rum, she ignored them hoping that they would disappear.
"'Ello, pretty. Why don't a pretty little thing like ye have some fun with me?" an ugly man with a long dirty brown beard came up to her. His face had scars running along it going down to his neck and a crooked nose that protruded his face.
"Piss off." She shot back at him.
"Such foul language from a lovely little thing ye are." The man snorted and pulled her up against his side.
"Let go or I'll make you a eunuch!" she threatened.
"Stop fussing! I'll make it worth yer while." The man laughed at her face of revolt and pulled her outside the tavern.
She reached into her belt and realized that Jack had disarmed her, which left her with nothing to defend her with. Punching the man in the face, she ran but the man recovered quickly and pulled her back. The man wiped off his bleeding nose and laughed.
"Vicious little thing ye are." He mocked and dragged her down the alleyway.
Panic started to overcome her, fearing what might become of the situation. Stay calm…she ordered herself staying as stiff as she could. The man pushed her against the cold stonewall, kissing her sealed shut tight lips. His strong tongue pushed her lips apart, leaving them bruised and sore. She finally relaxed pretending to go along with the kiss but felt disgusted with a nauseating feeling. Her small hands slithered down into his belt, pulling out his pistol. Clicking it, causing him to stop, feeling the cold pistol against his head.
"Ye don't know wha' ye are doing." The man thought thinking she didn't know how to use a pistol. "Put the thing down."
"Of course I know what I'm doing." She glared at him with detestation.
"Boom." The pistol shot right through his head causing his body to fall on hers. Shoving the cold dead body off of her, she stood there staring at his lifeless body, feeling no remorse at all. Blood spilled onto her clothes, making them a deeper red, and the white lines to have a patch of dark blood on it.
Jack ran down the alleyway following the boom to see Christie staring at a dead body. William came behind him stopping and turned his view to what Jack was looking at.
A strange feeling started down her throat as she fell to the ground vomiting right next to the body. Jack felt a rush of alarm surge right through him and ran to her side. Tears flooded her eyes, wanting to cry out for everything that happened; the loss of loved ones, a missing childhood, and almost being hurt. Her vision blurred, causing her not to notice Jack. Letting out a choked whimper, tears streamed down her face.
Jack couldn't help but feel concerned so he put his arm around her shoulder causing her to flinch and turn taut.
She used her hand to rub the tears away from her eyes and stared at Jack with puffy eyes. "What!" she hissed trying to erase all proof of her tears.
"Ye alrigh', luv?" Jack said full of worry that sounded in his voice.
"Yes. What makes you think that?" she recovered back in her strong tone.
"Ye are crying." He replied back.
"Just leave me alone, will you?" she spat maliciously. "You already did enough harm." She continued as the words cut Jack deeply with guilt. She stood up dusting off her clothes and pretended like nothing happened and continued to walk away from the situation.
Jack's hand shot out grabbing hers. "I'll tell ye, luv. I want ta apologize but ye refuse to take it, what more can I do?" he said in a low voice.
Her eyes started to water again and she yanked her arm away. "Nothing… Just leave me be." She ran farther away from the scene as more tears dropped from her eyes and onto the ground. She cried because of how someone really showed they cared for her and never had that before. All of her friends were just considered friends because they were the crew and they'd just play games of cards and help run the ship.
Jack crept slowly behind her along with Will. Watching her throw herself pathetically on the ground, sobbing hidden behind the giant tree. Motioning William to stay quiet, he came closer to her exhausted form. Waiting there for a few minutes, watching her fall to sleep. He then walked closer and hoisted her up over his shoulder. "Now, do me a favor, Will. Find a place where this lass can sleep." He ordered.
"She can sleep in my house. Elizabeth already lives there with me. We have one extra guest room but we will be getting a new house soon. Follow me." Will said while walking off with Jack carrying Christie.
William knocked on the door to have it fly open to show Elizabeth in a nightgown. "WILL!" she exclaimed happily and kissed him on the lips. "Where were you? I've been worrying about you." She said all too quickly.
"I've brought a friend over." He whispered in her ear. Glancing behind her almost husband she spotted Jack with a woman strewn on his shoulder.
"Jack!" she squealed and pushed him and William inside the house shutting the door. "How are you?"
"Fine. And ye?" Jack asked back.
"Terrific. So… what brings you here in the middle of the night?" she asked impatiently.
"Well you see… I needed… uh…" Jack mumbled.
"He needed a place to stay along with his… friend." Will replied thoughtfully.
"What type of friend?" Elizabeth demanded thinking Will meant a whore.
"A friend, friend. Like us." Will said covering up for Jack's hostage.
"Oh!" she answered. "Well, here! I'll show you the guest room. I'm really terribly sorry but you two have to share the room. We only have one extra room."
"It's fine." Jack blurted instantly.
"It's upstairs so just follow my lead." She told Jack and walked upstairs and around the corner to the guestroom. "I hope it suits you both." She said politely while opening the door to the pleasant giant room.
"Of course." Jack replied. "G'night." He said as she closed the door behind her. Jack gently placed Christie on the bed while slipping off his effects and going onto the other side of the bed. "G' night, luv." Jack whispered to the sleeping Christie. He closed his eyes hoping tomorrow would be a better day and probably he could get her to forgive him. It just was too hard for him to apologize regularly. He took one more glimpse of her before finally resting from his tiresome day.
Yep! I'll post the next chapter tomorrow or so! I still have to edit it a little. I hoped you liked this chapter!
-CaptainESavvy