Omg! I am so sorry this took so long! But it was a hard chapter to write…And again, I'm sorry for not getting it out sooner…and I'm not even sure if it's that good…but review and tell me what you think!
LAST TIME:
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 accepted the fact that she was on a deserted island.
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Evan woke up an hour after Ana and had the same response as she did. She was sitting on the beach, calm by now, with her knees up and her arms on top of them. "Where are we?" He asked after he realized they were both here."
"I dunno. Why don't you ask your crew?"
"What makes you think my crew did this?"
Ana turned and looked at him, she flung an arm out that pointed to their trunks that were in the shade of some palm trees. He sighed, "Why would they do this?"
She shrugged.
"Well aren't you upset about this?" He yelled, "We're stranded on an island!"
"Yes, Evan, I realized that! And the fact of the matter is that there is no way were going to get off unless a blasted ship just happens to come by, which is unlikely! And even if one did, why in the world would it pick up two PIRATES?!"
Evan paused and pointed to her, "You're still a bit upset about last night, aren't you?"
She sighed, "Why Evan, you're smarter than I thought!" She said getting up and kicking off her boots. This was going to be a long stay.
He followed her and picked up both their trunks, and said, "Well, do you have any building skills?"
"Yea, with nails…"
Evan sighed, "Well then I guess you'll learn, won't you?"
"You know how to build things without nails?" Ana asked skeptically.
"Not technically…but rope and string will do fine for whatever we may build."
"Wait, there's going to be two separate uhm…living spaces right?"
"Ana, we can't be too far away from each other…we don't even know what's living here!"
"Okay, I get that, but there's going to be two separate living spaces…savvy?"
Evan smiled and nodded.
"Good. Then we'll do fine…"
"Except for the fact that you're mad at me…" Evan said, setting their trunks down.
She glared at him, "Work now, talk later."
Some Odd Hours Earlier:
Willis quietly shut the door to his cabin where sleeping Ana lay. He had made sure he had waited a few hours after the captain went into his cabin to come out and meet with the other people in the crew.
"What's all this for?" One spoke up.
"It's Ana and Evan. We all want Ana to stay right?" Willis whispered.
They all nodded.
"Good. But she and Evan got in a fight and if we don't do something, then she'll leave!" He reasoned.
"So what do we do?"
Willis looked around and then spotted a piece of land. "We send 'em there. Savvy?"
All of them nodded. So they sailed and carefully took each of them from there bed and set them on the beach. Then got their trunks and put food and rum in each of them and then left. Intending on coming back, because they didn't want to leave their captain. But they were sure they he would be happy with them for doing such a thing.
Two hours later Ana and Evan had successfully made two strange looking huts made out of things they found around on the island. Once they had finished and had memorized how to get to their cozy homes, they went and sat on the beach. Ana's anger had some what died down, but was still there. She figured this was a good of time as any to talk to Evan.
"Why did you have sex with her?" She asked suddenly, not moving her body.
Evan turned and looked at Ana, like a stone, he thought. "Look, Ana, I was mad at you for bein' late and I was missin' you…"
"You were missing me…so you had sex with a prostitute?"
Evan turned his head back to the sky, "Look, what do you want me to say? Because what ever I'm going to say, you're not going to understand."
She sat up on her elbows and said, "Evan! I want you to say you're sorry! I want to know that I'm still more important than some prostitute in Tortuga! I need to know that I'm more important than some prostitute in Tortuga." She paused and then said, "But I can't force you to do that. I can't force you to say sorry or to say that I'm more important…"
She faded and laid back down but then shot back up before Evan had a chance to respond. "And I'm also not going to wait around 'til you make your choice. I'm not going to spend the rest of my life wondering about you, Evan! Savvy?"
"Ana, you are definitely more important…" He said sitting up and scooting closer to her, he lightly touched her face and she turned her head.
"You got a funny way of showin' it."
"Ana! Jeez! Here I am, confessin' my l-" He stopped, Ana's head turned sharply as she watched him, "…my feelin's for you and you go and ask for a definition for it! Ana, you're important to me, you're the most important woman in my life, what else is there?"
Ana stopped and thought about his question, is there anything else? Yes, Evan I love you, you big jerk. And how do I get repaid for loving a pirate? I get cheated on and marooned on an island. Figures. I bet Dinah never got marooned on an island…no, she just got left. Things could be worse, I guess. At least he hasn't left me. And even after he had sex with Giselle, he still came after me to know why I was late. I guess there's something sentimental about that. About as sentimental as a pirate can get.
"Okay, you're forgiven…just don't do it again!"
He smiled and she cuddled up next to him and suddenly remembered the reason why she liked not fighting with him. In his arms she felt safe and controlled. She felt secure.
Hours went by without them saying anything. Ana dozed every once in a while, but never stayed asleep for long. She finally woke up once the sun was started to set, and it reminded her of something she had always wanted to tell Evan, but never got the chance. Now seemed like the most opportune moment, "You know what I've always wanted?"
"Hmm?"
"Well it's actually like a dream of mine… I once I have kids, I want to go to every single island and show them everything in the Caribbean. I want to show them how great it is to steer a ship and most of all, I want them to experience the freedom of the Ocean."
"And when will you be having these kids?"
Ana looked at Evan and then shrugged, "I guess after I get hitched."
Evan nodded and Ana thought that this would've been the perfect opportunity to talk about getting married to each other, but Evan didn't say anything else for the rest of the night. And Ana figured that they had lots of time alone, now that she wasn't mad at him. She sighed contently and settled back into Evan's arms, hoping to dream of the day where she would have a kid.
"How was the trip luv?" Jack asked. It had been about a week since they had gotten to Katherine's, James and Hannah had already left and Jack and his crew were planning on leaving the next day. Dinah had just gone to the doctors to get a regular check up as well as check on the scar on her side. Katherine had ordered her son to stay behind, saying that this was a girl's outing. He just rolled his eyes, but really thought it was something a little more than a 'girls outing'.
Dinah had somewhat look of shock on her face as she walked to her husband and he kissed her temple. "Luv?" He asked again, after she didn't respond.
"Huh?"
"The doctors? How was it?"
"Oh!...Uh…" She paused and looked at Katherine. She smiled, trying to encourage Dinah to tell her husband, "Well Um…Jack, sit down would you?"
He eyed her and they walked to the living room to sit. She sat across from him and held his hands. "You ain't dying on me, are you?" He asked.
She smiled and shook her head, "No…but there's going to be a bit of a change to life…" He slowly moved his hand to her abdomen. His eyes' widened as she said, "Jack…I'm pregnant…"
He paused, furrowed his brow and then widened his eyes again and then shot up like an arrow. "What do you mean you're pregnant!? And who is the bloody father?"
She stood up, "Jackson Wyatt! You are!"
He looked at her, "You sure?"
"Yes. You jerk! How could you think that I would cheat on you and then tell you that I'm pregnant?!"
"I dunno…"
She crossed her arms and sighed, "Here I am, thrilled that I'm pregnant and then terrified because I know that I'm supposed to tell you!" Dinah said tears welling up in her eyes, "I don't even know if you want a kid!"
Jack's mood and face expressions softened as he realized how he hurt his wife. Without a word, he took her in his arms and started to rub her back as she cried on his shoulder. She too wrapped her arms around him, knowing that this was his way of asking for forgiveness, she accepted it by hugging him back.
"I do want a kid…I do." He said quietly.
She sniffed, "You do?"
He nodded and smiled, "We could even call him Jack Jr.…"
Dinah pulled away and looked at him, "We're not calling him that."
"Why not?"
"Well Jack, if he's going to go into the family profession…Jack Jr. doesn't exactly strike fear in to the hearts of men. And it could be a girl…you never know."
He groaned. "A girl? Why would it be a girl?"
"Jack! We don't know, but we can't buy all male things and have it end up being a girl!"
Something suddenly dawned on Jack, "Are you going to survive?"
"Survive what?"
"Child birth…are you going to…" Jack couldn't even say the words.
Dinah paused, "Well the doctor said I had a good chance since none of the past mothers in my family have died…well at least in the past two generations."
"A good chance?"
She nodded.
"Is there anyway we could increase it?"
She sighed and looked him in the eye, "Probably not…"
He nodded slowly, "Okay…"
"So when we leave tomorrow, can we go to mom's house?"
Jack grimaced.
"Come on! There are lots of merchant ships that go through there…"
His expression lightened little. "It's your mum, luv."
"Yes, but she's going to be a grandmother…She needs to know Jack."
"But can't you just write her a letter?"
Dinah smiled, "Your kinda funny…but we're going."
She nestled her head back into his shoulder and he sighed, "Yes luv,"