Eich! So much homework. All my reviewers.this is coming to a close pretty
soon, be sure to check out my other fic! Tattoos! Great feedback on that
already!
Sorry about them being a little farther apart.usually I update like every day. This one took so damn long. . . you better all review!
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Cannonshots suddenly blared through the gathering fog. Immediately Eve and the rest of the crew understood.
The Dark Dream had been waiting for them.
Eve cringed as the first blow came to the hull of the Dark Angel. Immediately she shouted orders, as did Jack. The crew ran in organized frenzy, loading cannons and guns and arming themselves.
Elijah watched in fear as Eve shouted desperately. He ran and retrieved her weaponry; her best sword, a silver pistol, three daggers and a number of throwing stars.
Surprising her, he tapped her shoulder quickly, a little harder than he intended. She jumped back, but calmed herself quickly.
Finally she realized his purpose, just in time to not yell at him. "Oh, god, thanks Elijah."
Quickly she strapped the sword on her sash. The daggers were hidden in various places on her body; on her lower arm, hidden below a billowing sleave; in her knee-high boots; and tucked into her belt. She also tucked the pistol away. The throwing stars, which were in a leather pouch, was tied around her sash.
She looked like a warrior princess.
Elijah blushed. She turned to go but he reached out.
"Eve, wait."
She sighed in exasperation. "Elijah! We're being attacked!"
"It's important."
The dreadful serious note in his voice stopped her. "What?" The Dark Dream was coming upon them, and enemy pirates were beginning to board. Eve's eyes darted as one advanced slowly towards them.
"I love you."
Eve gasped. Her reflexes died. She totally forgot everything, even the pirate sneaking up behind Elijah.
And maybe that was her flaw. Because she couldn't say anything before she realized that blood was suddenly pouring from his chest.
Her eyes grew wide.
Elijah's last words were "And I always have."
A terrible sadness bloomed inside with her, coated with a thick layer of sticky rage. Eve immediately unsheathed her sword and sliced the enemy's head straight off of his shoulder.
Never in the bays of Tortuga had there been so much slaughter. Blood laced the water and floated ashore, coloring the sands. Fish floated, dead, on the water, stained red.
Eve saught out Jack. He had to be around somewhere.
And she found him, lying in a pool of blood from a shot in his leg. Nearby, Christian lay. A beautiful dagger stood up straight in him.
How beautiful dangerous things can be.
Over the side of the Dark Angel, a body floated near shore, barely alive. Will Turner washed up on the bloodied beaches of Tortuga not too much later that night.
Bella crept up upon Eve and Jack, Eve tending to Jack's horribly bleeding leg.
Tears fell from Eve's eyes that felt so hot that she was sure they would begin to burn holes in the deck. Her hands looked as if she had just ripped open a thousand necks manually. She was unnaturally cold and pale. Her usual deft hands fumbled while tying a tourniquette around Jack's leg.
Jack was passed out on the deck. Better that way, Eve thought. He won't feel so much pain.
Behind Eve, the hiss of a sword being unsheathed sounded. She didn't turn around. All she did was kiss Jack, who was coming to.
It was a soft, delicate kiss. A kiss that apologized, confessed, allowed, all in one. Cold lips pressed together in cold light. The stars began to twinkle out with dawn. The sunrise was a dark, dark red. The color of blood.
"I love you."
Eve gasped softly, sitting erect for a moment as the icy steel blade ran through her. Then she fell onto her beloved. And her last breathe laced the air with the pain of her life. The light faded from her green eyes.
But they stayed green.
~***~
Bella didn't live much longer. A shot from no where rang out. But if one were to remove the gold-plaited bullet from the lifeless corpse, one would find it engraved with the initials A.R.
Eve's tourniquette wasn't steady enough to stop the blood. Jack died from loss of blood as the sun rose completely into the sky.
Blood ran in the sea forever afterwards.
~***~
On the beaches of Tortuga, a boy found a man washed on the red sand and took him home. The man, who had soft brown curls and empty brown eyes, remembered nothing but two sets of eyes. . . sea-green and warm brown. . . peering into each other with a love more amazing than anything in the world.
Sorry about them being a little farther apart.usually I update like every day. This one took so damn long. . . you better all review!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Cannonshots suddenly blared through the gathering fog. Immediately Eve and the rest of the crew understood.
The Dark Dream had been waiting for them.
Eve cringed as the first blow came to the hull of the Dark Angel. Immediately she shouted orders, as did Jack. The crew ran in organized frenzy, loading cannons and guns and arming themselves.
Elijah watched in fear as Eve shouted desperately. He ran and retrieved her weaponry; her best sword, a silver pistol, three daggers and a number of throwing stars.
Surprising her, he tapped her shoulder quickly, a little harder than he intended. She jumped back, but calmed herself quickly.
Finally she realized his purpose, just in time to not yell at him. "Oh, god, thanks Elijah."
Quickly she strapped the sword on her sash. The daggers were hidden in various places on her body; on her lower arm, hidden below a billowing sleave; in her knee-high boots; and tucked into her belt. She also tucked the pistol away. The throwing stars, which were in a leather pouch, was tied around her sash.
She looked like a warrior princess.
Elijah blushed. She turned to go but he reached out.
"Eve, wait."
She sighed in exasperation. "Elijah! We're being attacked!"
"It's important."
The dreadful serious note in his voice stopped her. "What?" The Dark Dream was coming upon them, and enemy pirates were beginning to board. Eve's eyes darted as one advanced slowly towards them.
"I love you."
Eve gasped. Her reflexes died. She totally forgot everything, even the pirate sneaking up behind Elijah.
And maybe that was her flaw. Because she couldn't say anything before she realized that blood was suddenly pouring from his chest.
Her eyes grew wide.
Elijah's last words were "And I always have."
A terrible sadness bloomed inside with her, coated with a thick layer of sticky rage. Eve immediately unsheathed her sword and sliced the enemy's head straight off of his shoulder.
Never in the bays of Tortuga had there been so much slaughter. Blood laced the water and floated ashore, coloring the sands. Fish floated, dead, on the water, stained red.
Eve saught out Jack. He had to be around somewhere.
And she found him, lying in a pool of blood from a shot in his leg. Nearby, Christian lay. A beautiful dagger stood up straight in him.
How beautiful dangerous things can be.
Over the side of the Dark Angel, a body floated near shore, barely alive. Will Turner washed up on the bloodied beaches of Tortuga not too much later that night.
Bella crept up upon Eve and Jack, Eve tending to Jack's horribly bleeding leg.
Tears fell from Eve's eyes that felt so hot that she was sure they would begin to burn holes in the deck. Her hands looked as if she had just ripped open a thousand necks manually. She was unnaturally cold and pale. Her usual deft hands fumbled while tying a tourniquette around Jack's leg.
Jack was passed out on the deck. Better that way, Eve thought. He won't feel so much pain.
Behind Eve, the hiss of a sword being unsheathed sounded. She didn't turn around. All she did was kiss Jack, who was coming to.
It was a soft, delicate kiss. A kiss that apologized, confessed, allowed, all in one. Cold lips pressed together in cold light. The stars began to twinkle out with dawn. The sunrise was a dark, dark red. The color of blood.
"I love you."
Eve gasped softly, sitting erect for a moment as the icy steel blade ran through her. Then she fell onto her beloved. And her last breathe laced the air with the pain of her life. The light faded from her green eyes.
But they stayed green.
~***~
Bella didn't live much longer. A shot from no where rang out. But if one were to remove the gold-plaited bullet from the lifeless corpse, one would find it engraved with the initials A.R.
Eve's tourniquette wasn't steady enough to stop the blood. Jack died from loss of blood as the sun rose completely into the sky.
Blood ran in the sea forever afterwards.
~***~
On the beaches of Tortuga, a boy found a man washed on the red sand and took him home. The man, who had soft brown curls and empty brown eyes, remembered nothing but two sets of eyes. . . sea-green and warm brown. . . peering into each other with a love more amazing than anything in the world.