Chapter Eleven

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Chapter Eleven

Gibbs sat back and watched his good friend thrashing around on the sweat soaked bed. Jack was clearly well and truly in the midst of fever dreams, and Gibbs was forced to sit back and watch the younger man suffer. He had tried as much as possible to cool his friend down, but he had done all he could, the rest was up to Jack.

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The menacing man stood with a please grin across his smug face, he had one hand wrapped around the throat of his hostage, the other holding a blade to the young man's throat. At his feet lay a grievously wounded woman, her blood draining from her corpse like body, as her hearts struggled to pump the fluid quicker. Stood slightly away was Captain Jack Sparrow, his eyes filled with the horror before him. He was frozen in place as he saw the people he loved threatened right in front of his eyes. He looked around him, desperate for some help, but no-one was left. The only people he had ever truly cared about had been murdered.

"Please let the whelp go, he ain't done nothing" Jack spoke, his voice audibly trembling. The man laughed a braking sound in the silence of the night, yet Jack's ears were still filled with screams, that rang out of death.

"Oh Jacky boy, ya don't get it do ya? They might not have done anything, but boy they looked after you. That sure as hell is enough to bring me satisfaction in their deaths" he replied, and the calmness of his voice sent shivers down Jack's spine. Jack gasped as he saw the truth in the man's words, and didn't quite manage to look away in time to avoid seeing a sight that would stay with him for the rest of his days. The sight of William turner having his throat cut, so deep jack could see the bone, and was sprayed by the blood as the young blacksmith sunk dead to the deck on the Pearl.

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Anamaria dropped the mug she was drinking from when she heard the gut wrenching sound of a soul deep scream coming from her immediate vicinity. She ran as fast as her legs would carry her until she got to her Captain's cabin. She pushed the door open without a moment's hesitation, and felt her heart shatter at the sight of her Captain. He was sat up in his bed, sheets a tangled mess on the floor. His face was pale and covered in sweat, but it was his eyes that told the most story. They were glassy showing plainly that he was lost deep in the midst of fever, yet they were also so full of pain and sorrow that it took he breath away. She rushed forward to him, but stopped a pace away.

"Jack?" she questioned softly, yet he obviously wasn't quite awake as he didn't seem to even recognise she was there. She hesitated no longer as she moved to sit beside him, and envelope him in her strong arms, she pulled him gently towards her, and was shocked when he whimpered at the motion, she carefully placed her legs up on the bed, and pulled him so that he too laid down, with his head rested against her chest. "Shh Jack, its okay it's just a dream" she soothed him softly, stroking his sweat soaked hair away from his far too hot brow. She leant across and plucked the damp cloth from the cabinet beside the bed, satisfied that it was still cool, she tenderly ran it across her Captain's face, and finally left it to rest on his forehead. "It's okay sweetheart, it was only a dream. I've got you, you're safe" she whispered too him, hugging him close as much to comfort herself as him. She hoped her words were true and the night terrors were only dreams and not memories, because then there would be no consolation in the falsehood of those thoughts. Her thoughts were interrupted by a hoarse croak.

"Ana?" Jack questioned, confused by his surroundings. Ana nearly laughed in relief, that he seemed to be somewhat aware.

"Its okay captain you just had a bad dream, it's all okay you are safe. I've got ya nothing bad is gonna happen now" she told him trying to sooth him with her words. She was surprised when he vehemently shook his head in protest.

"No, not a dream a premonition" he told her, his speech clearly slurred. "Gotta get Will and Liz to leave" he told her, and then slowly drifted back to sleep, his thoguths jumbled in the raging heat of his body. Ana shook her head in puzzlement, then settled back down, not willing to desert her post by Jack's side, after all it was where she belonged.


End Chapter Eleven

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