A/N: Okay, so I managed to get another quick one in, this'll have to last u guys for another week. This is such an emotional chapter and didn't go as planned, so now I have to rethink what's gonna happen next. But anyways, enjoy!
Part 2
Chapter 7
Darkness, a pounding darkness all around me. There were no more senses, no feeling, no taste, no sound, no sight, no smell, and no thought. Still, unmoving silence. No rhythm of life.
"Oy! In the water! Man over board!" A pirate called, spotting a slim figure floating limply in the debris filled sea, "Jack!"
Jack Sparrow, captain of the Black Pearl was already on top of it. He dove off of the side of the ship and plunged into the churning ocean. His loose clothing slowing him down, but nonetheless he was an excellent swimmer. His arms and legs moved in unison. He may not have been a fast runner, but he sure was a fast swimmer.
Jack swam over the rolling waves, growing closer to the person in the water. He knew who it was, he knew why she was in the water, and he knew he was responsible for it.
The woman wore the normal pirate attire too, and like Jack, she was a captain, Captain Rummy. Jack reached her and pulled her head above the water. Her sopping wet beaded hair fell limply in the water, mirroring her body. Most of the color had drained from her face and Jack feared that it may have been too late.
A rope was thrown out to the two of them and Jack's crew pulled them up. The strong sea men carried Captain Rummy up and laid her on the deck. Jack bent over her with an unreadable expression. He first felt her pulse, none. She wasn't breathing either. She appeared to be fully dead.
Jack's guilt rose, but the only hint he gave was in the disjointed spasms of his ringed fingers. The crew surrounded the two, silent as the grave. Jack began to thrust down on Captain Rummy's chest to get her heart to start beating. When nothing happened, he put his lips to her pale ones and blew into her lungs. Come on! He thought. You're not gonna die this way!
He continued to do CPR, still remaining composed, on the third try when he was just about to give up, the woman coughed and spit up water. She sat up all of a sudden and looked around. Jack held her up, "Come on luv, breath." He spoke.
The crew was clapping and smiling, all were happy that the uptight captain that they had gotten to know was alright.
Jack was leaning over me as I "awoke". Water came out of my mouth and nose, and every other part of me. What had just happened? Jack was holding me up, "Come on luv, breath." The crew seemed to be cheering; they were all crowding around me. I looked up at the sunny sky, only a few white, wispy clouds floated across it. I rubbed my eyes and looked around again, was I on the Black Pearl? That name triggered something else in my memory; I looked out at the peaceful sea and recalled the great monster that had been produced by it. As if by chain reaction, I recalled the events that lead to this.
The Kraken, attacking my ship, sinking it. The tentacles, wrapping around Toby's leg and dragging him under, his lonely and terrified face being dragged down into the sea.
"Why am I still alive?" I croaked out
"Rummy! Do you remember what happened?" Jack asked apprehensively.
"Oh God! Toby's dead!" I broke out of his grasp, "I saw him… I saw him get pulled down by the Kraken." I whispered, feeling the wind chill my heart. His face…
Will brought me a blanket and draped it over my shoulders. He had concern written all over his face. I didn't try to wrap it around myself, I let it slip off and fall to the ground, it wasn't important.
"My ship! Gone! Toby! Gone!" I began to brake down.
"Rummy, get a hold of yourself." This was Jack speaking.
"His family! What the hell am I suppose to tell his wife and kids!" I cried hysterically. My eyes were wide with chaos. I wasn't supposed to be alive, I didn't want to wake up and face this!
"Rummy, it's going to be okay." Jack spoke awkwardly, trying to calm me down.
It then played back in my memory, "Did you call to the Black Pearl?"
"Yes, several times, she hasn't come back." Toby answered.
My stomach sank, and I grew even colder, "Why didn't you come back?" I asked suddenly, "Why didn't you help us Jack?" My voice grew louder accusingly.
"Listen Rummy, we couldn't. It's not like that." He tried to hastily explain.
"You knew," I spoke softly at first, "Oh my God, you knew."
Will and the rest of the crew looked at their captain; they watched the whole dramatic scene evolve.
"The Kraken was never after us. It was after you, Jack!" I began to gain momentum, "Oh my God! You used us as a decoy!" I spoke almost disbelievingly.
"I never meant for this to happen! It was never supposed to be like this!" Jack tried to defend himself.
"You're the reason why he's dead, why I almost died, and why I have no ship! I hate you Jack Sparrow! I hate you!" I yelled at him, tears running down my face and rage ransacking my body. With that, I briskly walked down into the hull, not looking back. I hated Jack Sparrow, I wanted him dead.
I sat in the dark, next to the brig, with water rushing back and forth soaking my feet. I felt totally empty, devoid of emotion. I just sat there, being empty. Toby was dead. It was impossible how he could be jerked out of my life so quickly. I felt so alone, at least when he was here; I had someone to turn to. To keep me in check. He would tell me that I was not examining the situation fully, or that there was a simple solution and I just couldn't see it because of my emotions.
I pulled out a short, dagger that I kept strapped to my side. All I wanted to do was die; there was too much pain to go on. If I was dead, then I could end this torture, I would see Toby again. It seemed like such a better prospect than being trapped down at earth with the imperfect living. I pushed the point of the dagger into the tip of my thumb. It was sharp, the metal pierced the skin and my nerves sent a signal to my brain which registered the pain. I focused on the pain, I felt better. If I could concentrate on the physical pain, then the emotional pain didn't hurt so much.
"What am I doing here?" I spoke out loud, things didn't make sense anymore. I felt so lost. I felt so alone.
Footsteps came down the wooden stairs and candle light appeared. I quickly hid the dagger just in time to see Will's face. I must have looked horrible to him. My hair was a mess, my eyes were red, and I was dirty and smelled like salt water.
The bright candle light hurt my eyes; I had been sitting in complete darkness for about an hour.
"Rummy, I've been searching the whole ship to find you."
"What is it?" I asked my voice dry and unused.
Will sat down across from me on crate, "How are you feeling?"
I laughed spitefully, "Like shit."
"We found some survivors from your crew." He spoke uncomfortably.
I didn't respond.
"Hey, I'm worried about you," He started, "You shouldn't stay down here like this, you're gonna make yourself sick."
"I suppose that would set you back quite a bit. You still need my help to save your faultless little fiancé so you can marry her and live happily ever after." I could tell I hit a soft spot. I didn't want anyone else to be happy while I was miserable. I was determined to make everyone as dejected as much as I could.
"No, it's not that. I'm just concerned about you; I don't think your thinking straight." Will continued kindly as if I had not of said that last comment, "I know what it's like to lose someone so close to you and I'm sorry for Toby."
I just looked at the ground, avoiding eye contact; I didn't care if I was regressing back to childhood. I sighed, "I don't know what to do."
"It's going to hurt less as time goes on. It won't be like this forever. Toby was a strong and fine person. He'll always be remembered." Will added gently.
I couldn't hold it in anymore, I began to sob. I couldn't believe that he was gone; I was never going to see his face again. Will rubbed my back, comfortingly. When I had calmed down, I was able to look Will in the face again, "Thanks, thanks for coming down here Will."
"No problem. Will you come up now?" He asked.
"Yeah, I guess."
A/N: Okay, this was such a dark chapter, jeeze; I need to watch something funny now. And no I'm not a cutter! I didn't draw on personal experience to write that part. This is really weird, I don't think I've ever written a Jack/hate story before, but that's how it's turning out. Over the next couple of chapters, here's what you can expect, a total mental breakdown of Rummy, complications arise when Elizabeth arrives, and revenge! Please don't buy fur products, please! Soylent Green is people!
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