~Chapter 7: A hurricane~
Still hope.
There was still hope.
That's what Abigail kept on repeating as she ran as fast as her legs would carry her.
The battle was just beginning, the Black Pearl and the Flying Dutchman engaged in a battle whilst the sea became furious around them. William had just had the time to reveal to Abigail his plan, telling her of Jamie' body on the Dutchman.
Abigail knew there was still time.
She summoned everything she had in her.
When the fighting first begin and the ships twirled endlessly in circles around each other, she didn't waste any time or moments. She grabbed a rope and swung herself furiously with various others to the other side, counting herself lucky as she managed to jump aboard the Dutchman without being cut down or anything.
She knew she was up for a fight.
Various creatures that were once human men came towards her, most armed with longer swords and better abilities than she could ever have managed. She prepared herself as the first thing came towards her, that large sword slicing down in her general direction. She countered it with an upward thrust of her sword and swivelled out of the way, her size and speed her skill. With surprisingly agility, she spun and used her fast blade to but the man, the sword cutting into his flesh and making him fall forward and straight off the ship.
The second, third and fourth barrelled towards her and she ran into them, diving in between the two and sitting on the floor as one sword came down on her again.
She fought as hard she could, thankful when help from the other ship turned up and managing to escape, fighting her way to the bottom, just as William and Elizabeth got on board.
'I'm coming, I'm coming Jamie!' Her mind called out as she worked her way through the ship, banging into the walls as the occasionally turned a corner and a cannon fired through one of the walls.
Finally, collapsing on the floor to catch her breath, she noticed the neatly wrapped bundle in the corner, a few feet away from her. She crawled over to it, her heart thumping wildly.
"Have to make sure." She whispered and gulped loudly at the thought of uncovering something she didn't want to see. Her hands tentatively reached out and carefully unwrapped the bandages, pulling aside the final one.
She choked on a sob as tears fell from her eyes at the sight of his pale face, his eyes still open and his lips so blue.
"Oh god....Jamie." She leaned forward and pressed kisses against his face, sobbing harder at the coldness of his face and lips.
She straightened herself up and felt another almost lurch, covering his body as cannon fire caused splintering wood to fly out around them.
She took a deep breath and began, doing everything that Tia Dalma had told her.
She cut open her hand, allowing her blood to flow out around Jamie, reciting words that rolled eagerly off her tongue.
Finally, she had one thing left to do.
She leaned forward, looking into his dead eyes and stroked his cheek, whispering into his ear.
"Jamie...I know...I know this may not work but...you have to come back. You have to live. Please. There's not much time and we need you. I need you. I need you Jamie. I love you so much. I was told to give you a reason to live and the only way...the only thing I can hope for, is that you'll accept my love and myself. I will make everyday you live worthwhile and...I will try to be your reason to live. So please...please live."
She bent down and with one hand, carefully pulled apart his lips.
She leant forward and kissed him softly and gently on the lips, whispering, "I love you."
Closing her eyes and staying still, she allowed the tingly sensation to take over as the smoke escaped her lungs and flowed out hurriedly into Jamie' mouth.
As soon as she felt it all gone, she pulled back and just stared at him.
"Please...please work."
If it hadn't of been for Davy Jones' body suddenly hurtling past the porthole and an almighty and inhuman roar, she wouldn't have looked away.
She didn't notice the tiny flicker of his eyelashes before it stilled again.
Another crash and violent shudder of the ship and she and Jamie were propelled violently to the side as the ship began to sink into the whirlpool of the sea.
"JAMIE!" She grabbed onto his body and clung onto him for dear life.
She gazed into his eyes one last time and planted a small kiss against his lips, before burying her face into the crook of his neck.
As the sea swallowed the crew of the Flying Dutchman and the two inhabitants of the lower decks, Abigail was content to end her short life next to the man she loved.
Then, everything went black
