"Knock, knock?" James entered the next afternoon, seeing if it was alright to come and visit his baby sister.
"James! How are you?" Dinah asked, not even trying to move, the wound had become sore, much to Dinah chagrin.
He walked to her and sat on the edge of the bed next to her, "I heard you up moving around early this morning…What happened?"
"Oh…I had bled through and the sheets had blood on them…and dear sweet Jack took me down to Roberts to get cleaned up and then he came back here to change the sheets…"
James smiled, remembering his own wife at Katherine's.
"So, James, what's in store for you and Hannah?"
"We're thinking of going to mothers…" He said.
"Oh! Well send mother our love…and then you must be planning to go home?"
He nodded.
"Good. Tell Elizabeth that her picture was wonderful."
"What picture?"
Dinah pointed to Jack's desk, where it still stood, James got up and picked it up. He looked at it for a few minutes and then said, "She drew this?"
Dinah nodded, "Isn't it wonderful? Her talents are growing each day!"
James nodded.
"You miss Hannah, don't you?" Dinah asked. James looked up, put the picture down and then finally nodded. "Well why did you come and leave them there?"
"I couldn't bring her and the children along! And my sister had been kidnapped, what was I supposed to do?"
"I agree. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to be kidnapped…." James smiled. Suddenly, Jack came in, not looking up, but looking at a bowl of soup he was carrying.
"Now luv, I'm going to feed you this, and don't start laughing at me…I'm trying very hard not to drop-" He stopped when he looked up and saw James. He straightened and said, "James, I didn't know you were in here…"
James stood up, "No need to explain Captain…" Jack noticed the title and was little surprised.
"I'll come see my sister later…you are after all her…husband…" He said and quickly left.
Jack watched him leave and then looked at Dinah, "Strange fellow, your brother…" He said smiling and then took the bowl of soup to his wife to feed her, and nurse her back to health.
As the days moved on, Dinah found it harder and harder to be on the Pearl. It wasn't Jack getting on her nerves or any of the crew; she just felt sick all the time and stayed in bed most of the time they weren't on land. When they finally made it to Barbados, Jack was in a good mood; his wife had made him a happy man the night before, making him forget about her being somewhat sick.
Katherine and Milton came running to the two and Katherine almost fainted when she saw what had happened to Dinah.
"Oh Peanut!" she gasped, "What ever happened to you?"
She sighed, "I was almost killed, but Ana saved my life."
"Ah… and where was your husband during this time?" She asked, casting a glance at her son. Jack rolled his eyes.
Dinah smiled and put her arm around his waist, "He was being fair…he didn't want to hurt a woman…"
Katherine nodded, "Fine, fine, you two can tell me all about it inside! James! You're wife and your kids miss you!" Katherine said to James.
"Good! He said, walking ahead to go meet the family that he had missed so much during the three and a half weeks on board.
Katherine smiled, and then walked with Jack and Dinah back to the house.
Ana sighed, she tried to ignore the noise and the bones hitting bones while she sat in the back of the Faithful Bride. She had a mug of rum sitting in front of her, but she wasn't really focusing on it. She was looking at Evan, who was talking to either a bar tender or a hooker, Ana really couldn't tell which.
He seemed to be trying to get away from her, and go back to sit with Ana. He kept glancing at her and then nodding at the woman. She finally had gotten tired of the looks that she went over there and slipped her hand through Evans. He jumped, but looked relived when he saw it was her.
"Oh, and 'ho is this?" The woman asked. She had blond hair and too much make up on for anyone's taste.
"Ana Maria, and you are?"
"Giselle…pleased to meet yuh!" she stuck out her hand and Ana just stared at it. "Well, I'll be seein' yuh later luv…" Giselle said patting Evan's cheek and then sliding her hand across his face as she left. Ana watched her leave and then stared at Evan.
"Nice woman…" She started, not sure what to think.
He nodded, not making eye contact with her, but leading her over to the table where she was sitting before. The sat down and she asked with a smirk, "So, how do you know Giselle? Distant cousin?"
Evan looked into her eyes and the smirk went off Ana's face, "What?"
"Ana I can't lie to you…"
She paused, "I have a feelin' you already have mate…"
He looked at his hands and then looked at her, "You remember that night when you never showed?"
Ana stared at him for a minute and then looked around, the room seemed to be going in slow motion, her senses had slowed as soon as she heard what Evan had said. She suddenly knew how he knew Giselle. She looked around to see if she was around, because she felt like blowing off some steam…from her gun.
She finally made eye contact with him. "Why tell me now? Why not wait until we're married or when I'm about to die? How many other girls, Evan? Was it only her?" Ana's voice rose with each question, and soon the punching and the fighting did stop, each man in there knew how Evan was feeling, and was silent for her to make her speech, afraid that if they weren't, she'd kill each and every one of them.
"Ana, you don't understand-"
"Oh I completely understand Evan! You don't have to explain it to me really…" Ana felt her temper rising, if she didn't get out of her quickly then she'd burst from the confinement. She ran out the door and screamed and pulled out her gun and shot up into the air. Evan ran after her and grabbed a hold of her shoulders to make her stop. She turned around and slapped him in the face.
"Get away from me you…you…AH!" She screamed, breaking away from his grip. "I don't know why I even trusted you!"
"Are you telling me that you've never had…"
"No! You're the only person I've been with for two years, and how do you honor that? By goin' and sleepin' with the first prostitute you see! What if I was only an hour late? Would've I had walked in on you two, or did you wait a whole two hours before you jumped in bed?"
"Ana-"
"No! Really, I want to know!"
He stood there and looked at her, remorse all over his face, but Ana didn't care. She had a little voice telling her that she was overreacting, but she didn't care, she was lashing out with her feelings this time, which was something she hadn't done since her parents had died. She let out a huge breath, fed up completely with Evan. "Forget it, okay? I'll see you on the ship."
As she walked to the dock, she wasn't quite sure if he had taken it the way she wanted him to take it. She didn't want him to think she was forgiving him, yes she didn't want to hear what he had to say, but not now, she needed time to cool off. As she became more aware of her feelings, and more in control she thought about tonight. She certainly wasn't sleeping in the same bed as him. She sighed, not knowing what to do. He was her captain, yet her lover. If she kicked him out of his own bed and cabin, that was something that a lover would do, not a crew member. So as a person who was part of his crew, she needed to show him respect.
Blasted man. I don't want to show respect right now. I want to punch a hole through a wall, I want to wreck havoc on a ship, I want to… She would think about killing someone, but she had only killed someone once, and that was for own self defense. She had told Jack about not liking having someone's dead body hanging over her head, and he was fine with it. He and the crew did most of the killing, but only when necessary. This wasn't a necessary situation.
She got on board, collected her stuff and got a cot and put it in with Willis. Willis was a crew man who mostly handled the helm when Evan didn't. She had gotten to know the man quite well, and was somewhat happy that she knew someone on board that she could share a cabin with, but not the details of her life. Wills was happy with the information that was given to him.
She sighed, laid down and tried to get some rest. She would need it if tomorrow she was going to talk to Evan.
Why did I even tell her? Evan thought that night in bed. He had drunk little at the tavern and had feared going on board ship, thinking his clothes and things would all be floating in the water. But much to his surprise, Ana had just packed up her things and apparently moved to Willis' cabin.
He struggled with the thought that he did it because she needed to know the truth. Yes, he was sorry. He saw in her eyes pain that he never wanted to see, but there was no erasing it now. He told her now because she was right, if they did plan on getting married, was he going to keep it in forever? No. The blasted problem had been in the front of his mind since he had left. Stupid conscience…
Why he had done it, he wasn't sure. He couldn't remember if he could blame it on the rum or not. But he needed to come up with the real reason why. He was through lying to Ana, and hoped that she was going to give him another chance. He fell asleep that night, dreaming of Ana.
The next morning Ana rolled over, but woke up instantly. Something was rough against her face and hard. He opened her eyes and almost immediately got something in it. She cursed and tried to get it out, but through her eyes opening and closing, she had noticed that it was quite bright in her cabin. The speck fell out and she finally got a clear view of where she was.
She stood up and looked around her, not willing to believe her eyes. I must be dreaming… she thought. She pinched herself and slapped her face. Still, it was the same image. She smiled looking around, this can't be…there's no reasonable explanation for this…No possible, lucid, reason for this… "Yet, here it is before my eyes…" She said to herself. She sighed and excepted the fact that she was on a deserted island.
Okay! Yay! Sorry for the Cliffhanger. I had to do it though. And some of you were wondering if Evan was a good guy or not. This chapter kind of reflected a naughty side to him. But I tired to make it clear that he was sorry…obviously Ana doesn't know how sorry he is…but she will. Hopefully will begin to like him. I'm hoping I will too. But I can't really picture him as a "good guy". He's kinda got the "biker guy" image- well you know what I mean….hmmm review, tell me what you think!