Alright, so I'd like to say I am SO sorry for not uploading in such a long time. But I had my Chemistry and Biology Advanced exams (which I MUST get a high grade in to get in the Medicine course in university), there were a lot (and I mean a lot) of problems in our group of friends, problems with my cousins, I can't find a summer job (and I need money to spend this summer) and problems with a guy...again (honestly, I think someone's cursed me this year...) and a huge writer's block...
Here's chapter 51, I'll be working on 52 immediately (but I can't promise when it'll be out).
I'd also like to thank Lilia Jasmine, IzouRin, PRM 131313, You cant rush science., animechick113, M-marije-e, JackSparrowLover4ever, SeSsYlOvEr2956 and princesswolfie. Thanks also to Hope this Helps, lori, SailorSorcerer, Vita Artista, and 88dragon06.
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Hope this Helps
Hi, thanks a lot for your help and suggestion. I will redo those parts during this summer (which will start in about 2-3 weeks where I live). But right now, I'm focusing on finishing this story and starting out the plotting for the sequel. The thing is that when I started writing out this story I was still a little green in writing so...:/. Thanks though, I will go through and re write those parts .
Lori
Thanks I really appreciate!
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own POTC...
Elizabeth's words worried me to no end.
I spent the rest of the day worrying and reading about the Lusca from Jack's books; even though I already knew what I needed to know.
And that night was no better than my day either. Neither for me, nor for Jack...
Jack had just gotten back from his watch and I was drowsing quietly in a corner, quite unable to sleep. But I was finally lulled into a soft slumber when Jack wrapped his arms around me...only to wake up again holding my ribcage and unable to gasp in pain. It felt as if a fire was burning where my heart was supposed to be, while an icy cold metal thread was being pulled along in my ribs.
I barely registered Jack's hysterical pleas to tell him what was going on or what I was feeling. The only thing that wrung a reaction out of me was when I felt Jack's hands on my shoulders; except that his gentle touch felt like a smouldering iron vice around my shoulder. I gasped and my body jerked forwards, jumping cleanly out of his hands as my eyes rolled in the back of my head. My back arched backwards and my hands fisted themselves in the bed sheets while my body thrashed in the bed.
"Pia! For the love of God! Stop thrashin' around and tell me what's goin' on!"
I tried to speak to him, honestly I did, but the only sound that I was capable of doing was a deep gurgle in the back of my throat. I felt Jack's body on my own as he straddled me, trying in vain to stop my thrashing. But his usually comforting weight sent a jolt of fire through my body.
Jack leapt up from the bed and ran out of the cabin, his usual sashaying flamboyant manner forgotten, and a moment later he ran back into the room, with Magdalene in tow. I don't know what happened, I really don't. The icy cold metal thread had moved from my ribs to neck and skull, and I was clutching my head...grinding my teeth and trying not to scream in agony.
And a moment later, I felt myself relaxing against my will. The pain melted away, and I drifted away into a cool sleep. I vaguely remember Magdalene saying "She will 'ave a dreamless sleep until tomorro' morning," in her heavy Cuban-accented voice.
I was standing in a room.
I knew the room.
The floor was a little dusty and the bed was creaky. The moth-eaten curtains barely gave any privacy, but the moon shone brilliantly through the dirty windows. A rug was curled around itself near the closed door, suggesting that someone had left in a hurry. I looked at the bed, and saw that someone was sleeping in it.
A woman.
A young woman.
I gasped as I recognized her mass of curly hair. The woman was thin and shapely. Her tanned sun kissed skin gleamed in the moonlight. She opened her eyes, which were as black as the sea at night, and sat up. She held the bed sheet to her naked chest as she ran a hand through her tangled hair and looked around in confusion.
"Where are you?" she whispered as she wrapped the sheet around her body and stood up. She winced as she walked, or rather hobbled, around to the other side of the bed and ran her hand over the dented pillow, which showed that someone had slept there. She looked around the room and saw that there was no hint of the person she was looking for or of his clothes.
"Jack, where are you?" she whispered, a slight tremor entering her voice, not wanting to believe the truth.
She was so naive.
She looked at the pillow again and spotted a battered yellowed piece of parchment.
She picked it up and read the perfectly written words.
Luv,
I'll be long gone when you read this. Just wanted to say thanks for everything. I really appreciate the boost you've given me with the money and in bed this night. You're a pearl, Pia.
Jack
"No," my younger self whispered, this time her voice was broken. No slight tremor, no shallow fear. This was a full, blown out shattered whisper.
I could feel my heart breaking one more time. It felt as if an invisible chisel was being plunged in my heart, and instead of giving it a clean cut, shattering it into a thousand pieces. The pain that I felt, both the younger me and the older me, was physical. It's really difficult to describe it. It's like a daze surrounds you and you can't see clearly. Yet at the same time, you see more clearly than you ever did before. It feels as if your heart is collapsing on itself, imploding...quite literally.
I couldn't calm my racing heart.
Jack had left.
He had left me.
He had left me alone, without my virtue, pride, heart or money.
He had left me with nothing.
The younger me fisted her hands in the bed sheets as she crumbled to her knees on the floor. "NO!" she sobbed aloud, heart breaking sobs ripping through her chest as rivers of tears ran down her face as she looked at the moon without seeing it. I could honestly see her ageing. I could see the pain deepening in her soul and her eyes ageing three, four, five, six years at the very least.
"I love you, Jack. I love you..." she whispered as her head dropped to her chest in agony, her eyes closing as she continued crying silently.
I looked at a younger version of myself as I broke down and tears ran down my face; the older me. I walked towards the younger me and sat beside her on the floor, as she clutched her hair and bit her lips, tears still running strong and fast down her face. I leaned my back against the bed, and cried with her.
I cried with her as I felt my heart being wrung and squeezed one more time.
I cried as I felt the crushing pain that I so desperately wanted to leave in my past.
And the worst thing was that I had known. I had been warned what he was. I had been warned of what he did, and I didn't pay any attention. I had told myself that I wasn't falling in love. And indeed, I hadn't even realised. I only realised when he wasn't there. When he did what he usually did; when he did what made Captain Jack Sparrow be who he was.
It was that day, or rather that night, that the younger me had realised how truly deeply she had fallen in love with her childhood friend Jack Sparrow, the man who became a Captain, the Captain who became a pirate, the pirate who became a heartbreaker...
Jack looked at Pia, who was sleeping in their bed. The concoction that Magdalene had whipped up in a couple of seconds and poured down Pia's throat had worked. But she didn't look peaceful.
Not at all.
Her face was scrunched up in pain and her breathing was increasing in rate, but he could see that it wasn't physical aching as there was no bodily discomfort that he could see.
"Tell me luv. Who be the cur that's hurting ye this much? And I'll hang their bloody head from me Pearl's yard arm fer you." He whispered as he put his hand lovingly on her head.
A single tear ran down her face from beneath her closed eyelids.
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