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Chapter 7
"How Can I Thank ye?"

Jack sat at the table, finally deciding now was the time to go search for the man who did this to Ravenica. He picked up his pistol from the table, placing it between his breeches and the sash that covered them. He placed his cutlass at his side, throwing on his long blue/gray overcoat on. He looked once more to Ravenica and then made his way out of the cabin, closing the door quietly behind him. He headed to his favorite tavern in Tortuga, 'The Faithful Bride'. He sat down on an old wobbly light wood stool that sat by the bar. He knew because it was just before noon not many people would be coming in. he looked to the man behind the counter.

"What can I get ye?" the young man asked, resting both of his hands on the bar.

"A mug of rum." Jack smiled

The man nodded and fetched Jack a mug of rum.

"Where is Ravenica this afternoon?" the man asked

"How do ye know of Ravenica?" Jack questioned, raising a brow in curiosity.

"She was in 'ere a few nights ago, 'aven't seen her since. I recognized ye as the one she was wit, last time she was 'ere." The man smiled.

"Yer a good listener right?" Jack asked

Confusion ran over James' face as he looked at him. "Aye, I suppose."

"Well, surely ye should of 'eard of someone who might be out to get Ravenica." Jack stated, eying the young bartender.

"Out to get 'er? What 'appened?"

"She was badly beaten and rendered unconscious, do ye kno who I speak of?" Jack questioned.

"Aye, I think I may." The young bartender said, resting his elbows on the table as he leaned closer to Jack, not wanting anyone else to hear what he had to say. "Wolfgang Jackson, he owns a supply company just east of town, he was in 'ere a few nights ago. Braggin' about how he was trying to stiff a woman for supplies, get her to sleep wit 'im id suspect."

Jack nodded in thought, "east of town eh?"

"Aye, east of town."

"Thank ye, mate." Jack said, downing the rest of his rum and throwing a few shillings on the bar. He stood and swayed out of the bar. He walked east spotting what he suspected to be the supplier's warehouse. He looked the building over; it was old and badly beaten by weather. The wood must have seen many years of bad weather. The paint on the wood was chipping exposing the wood beneath. Jack entered the old building and looked around.

"Can I 'elp ye mate?" he heard a gruff voice call; he turned on his heel and eyed the man.

"I'm lookin' fer Wolfgang Jackson." Jack stated.

"I'm 'im, what can I do fer ye?"

"Ye ever 'eard of a woman named Ravenica Robins?" Jack asked, resting his hand on the hilt of his cutlass.

"Aye, I've 'eard of 'er." Wolfgang narrowed his eyes at Jack. "What's yer business 'ere?"

"Ye 'urt Ravenica, I'm 'ere to beat the shit out of ye." Jack stated simply.

"What was she yer only whore?" Wolfgang asked, pulling his sword. "She's juss a woman, why do ye want to fight over 'er?"

"That would be 'cause she is me woman and ye 'urt 'er and left 'er for dead." Jack said, pulling his cutlass from the sheath.

"That's a nice thought, mate. But, still, I don't see why ye want to fight fer a woman who is dead."

"She ain't dead, mate. I'm only saving 'er the trouble of comin' 'ere on her onesies to beat the shit out of ye." Jack stated.

Wolfgang charged at Jack's midsection. Jack swiftly blocked with his blade and eyed Wolfgang. After a few minutes of fighting, Jack kicked the man in the stomach, sending him flying into a pile of crates that were stacked full of corn. Corn went flying all over the room as the crate broke from impact. Wolfgang regained his footing and charged at Jack again. Wolfgang punched Jack hard across the left side of his face. Jack backed up slightly and felt the fresh blood pour from his lips. A fire ran through Jack's eyes as he looked at Wolfgang. Wolfgang tried to charge at Jack but he blocked and found an opening, he plunged the cutlass into Wolfgang's side. Jack could hear the muscles tear in Wolfgang's side as the cutlass tore almost straight through his body. Jack kicked the top part of Wolfgang's body off of his cutlass.

"Let it be known, no one touches Ravenica." Jack said, his voice low and dangerous. "No one." Jack quickly cleaned the blade of his cutlass and left the small supply shack and headed toward the dock, he walked onto the deck of The Black Pearl.

He smiled as he admired the craftsmanship of his ship. His pride and joy. He entered his cabin, closing the door quietly behind him. He looked over Ravenica's still form with a sigh. He walked further into the cabin, removing his jacket, cutlass, and pistol. He set them on the table.

He swayed in his normal manner back to Ravenica; he sat next to her on the bed. He slowly and gently ran his right fingertips over the cuts and bruises over her right arm.

"I took care of who did this to ye." He told her with a long pause, hoping she was only pretending to still be unconscious. His face turned into disappointment as he looked at her. "I wish ye would juss wake up. I don't know anything 'bout takin' care of a little girl, I need ye 'ere to teach me. We miss ye so much. Please, juss wake up. We were separated for so long and once we find each other again, we become separated some how. Ravenica, yer daughter needs ye, yer ship needs ye, and most of all I need ye." He swallowed hard as he continued to stare at her.

(a/n Back to Ravenica's pov YAY) I sat up straight, gasping for air. My eyes opening and closing frantically as I tried to focus them on where I was. The sun shown brightly through the small window that was located next to the bed.

"Where's Lydia? Where's me ship?" I gasped for air, bringing my right hand to my chest. I looked around, realizing I was on The Black Pearl, in Jack's bed. I felt a small breeze rush over me through the open window. I felt a draft on my right breast; I looked to Jack who was staring at my chest. I looked down slowly, my right breast exposed for all to see. I quickly pulled the sheets over me. "And where the bloody 'ell is my bodice?!?" asked, looking over to Jack who was in shock.

I eyed him, raising a brow, waiting for his answer. I noticed the white shirt I was wearing was buttoned up leaving the two very top buttons undone. When I sat up, the shirt was pulled down.

"yer bodice is in the corner." He finally spoke.

"What the bloody 'ell is it doin' in the corner? It's supposed to stay on me body, I didn't remove it... who did?" I questioned, eyeing Jack.

"Umm, I did?"

"What fer??" I questioned, slapping his arm.

"I 'ad to, ye 'ad broken ribs." He said, pointing to them dramatically. "And when ye were done ye couldn't put it back on?"

"Well see, I 'ad already taken it off, that was bad enough so I figured ye would be more comfortable wearing one of me shirts."

"Who all was in the room when ye so graciously decided to do this?"

"Juss me, I wouldn't want everyman on me ship seein' yer goods." He stated with a half smile.

I rolled my eyes as I looked at him. "What am I doin' 'ere? What happened?" I questioned, looking over the cuts, gashes and bruises that were all over my body.

"I brought ye 'ere after I found ye unconscious."

"What happened? How long was I out?" I questioned.

"Do ye remember anythin' 'bout wha 'appened?" Jack questioned.

I shook my head slightly. "I juss remember goin' to pick up supplies to get ready to 'ead out and I 'ad an argument wit the supplier, we began to fight it out wit swords and.. I was knocked out. I can't remember anything else. But, I do owe 'im an ass kickin. Which if ye would so kindly move I would like to take care of it."

"I'm not movin', ye need yer rest." Jack stated.

My breathing had become normal again as I eyed Jack. "Move!" I stated, as calmly as possible.

"No, I already took care of 'im, left 'im fer dead like 'e did to ye."

"Ye did what?" I questioned, softly, confused as to why he would have done such a thing. "Why?"

"Well, 'cause, no one touches ye. No one, even though we've been apart.." he said, looking down at his dirty hands and the various rings on his fingers..

"Even though we've been apart.. What?" I asked

"Yer still me, luv, luv." He said softly.

I swallowed hard as I looked at him, feeling my stomach jump as he sat there, staring at his hands. His dark hair draped on his shoulders, the coins and beads still embedded into them.

Every old feeling that had been hidden for so long resurfaced. I placed my hand over his that were placed in front of him. I sighed with a small smile. His head slowly rose as his brown eyes searched mine.

"As ye are mine." I smiled.

He smiled and entwined his fingers with mine. "I'm goin' to go get Lydia, I know she's been waitin' to see ye." He smiled, slowly standing from the bed. He kept a grip on my hand until he couldn't anymore.

He exited the cabin, closing his door behind him. I sighed and looked over the cabin, it was still as I remembered it. I sunk back into the bed, resting my back partly on the headboard. My head was pounding as were my ribs. I looked over my cuts once again, wondering how they had gotten so bad. I couldn't remember anything, everything went black and I woke up here. Wondering what day it was and how long I had been out. Jack never did really tell me, I'd have to get those answers later.