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Warning: Rated R for different reasons. Please make sure you are mature enough to handle this type of content.

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Onto chapter 11!

Chapter 11: I Wanted To Die

It was a clear day, and it looked as if it should be perfect. To Jack, who was about to hand the wheel over to Anamaria, it wasn't perfect. He should feel great right now; he should be floating with the time they were making towards a town they planned to stop in some days away. Instead, he felt sick.

"Anamaria!"

"Aye?"

"Take the wheel! I'm off for a bit."

"Aye, Cap'n!"

He walked under-deck to where the crew dined each night. The sun was going down, what a waste of a day. Not feeling hungry in the least but knowing he should eat something, he grabbed a plate of meat reluctantly and took a bottle of rum. He plopped himself town on one of the crude table benches and picked at his food, attempting to eat it to no avail.

Jack hadn't been in a good mental state the past few days, and ironically, it was all because of Will and Elizabeth.

Elizabeth had locked herself in her cabin ever since will left some odd days ago, about 3, or so he figured. She refused to come out, and wouldn't eat or drink anything that they brought her. She didn't even come up on deck when they cast off the day after Will left! She wouldn't let anyone even attempt to console her, and never let a soul inside her cabin. He had heard her crying when he passed her quarters by day, and vomiting whenever he passed them in the morning. Morning sickness.

Jack was livid at Will. How could he have left her like this? To go through around half the pregnancy by herself? There was a horrible stench coming from her cabin now, probably from the morning sickness, and possibly from the fact that she might have been making herself sick. That would have never happened, things wouldn't have been like this, if that stupid bastard hadn't left. Jack hated him.

Jack was so worked up and angry at this point, that it took him a fair few minutes to realize that he was biting his plate instead of his chicken leg. Focusing on his food for a second, he realized what he was doing and angrily launched the plate across the room, causing it to shatter all over the rough wood floor. He'd had enough. He was going to go talk to Elizabeth.

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He stopped at her door and heard crying coming from within. She was so wonderful, how could Will have done this to her? How could anyone do this to her? He took out his small dagger and picked the lock easily. Looking around to see that no one was looking, he stepped inside and locked the door behind him. Jack was definitely not ready for the site that greeted him when he turned around.

Elizabeth was on her bed, crying, lying in a pool of her own vomit. Her chamber pot in the corner had long since been overflowed, and the entire room seemed to be covered in spew. It was all over everything; the floor, the bed, the small table next to the bed, the lamp, the trunk, and not to mention, Elizabeth herself. It smelled so rank that Jack had to refrain from breathing through his nose or else he would be sick from the smell. He needed to get both himself and Elizabeth out of here. 

He half ran, half swaggered over to her, attempting to avoid stepping in all the mess, but failing and stepping in her spew as he did so. "Elizabeth?!"

"Jack, oh Jack, W-w-w-w-will's…" she sobbed, unable to even finish the sentence.

Not wasting a minute to think, he picked her up and hurried her to his room. He kicked off his boots before going in, not wanting to get any more of the mess than he needed to into the room. One of the crew filled a large basin he used to bathe in filled with hot water every night, though he seldom used it. Tonight was no exception. There was hot water in his basin and rag towels nearby it. He had to get to work. She was way to weak, and he had a feeling that she wouldn't make it until morning unless he worked fast. She'd already been without water or food for three days; he'd need to work fast. She needed many things at the moment, and one was a bath before she passed out from her own stench.

Oh god. He'd have to undress and wash her; there was no way she could do it herself, and they couldn't wait for Anamaria. She was too weak, and days without food or water didn't give her any strength.  Oh Lord. She'd be in front of him…naked… okay, you've got to save her, he forced himself to think.

Dismissing all thoughts from his head, he locked the door and carried her over to the bath. He set her down on the floor but her knees automatically gave out and he barely caught her in time. He pushed her against him and managed to hold her like that with one hand. Forcing her to bend with him, he reached down, grabbed her shift, moved it back up her body with him, and pushed it up her back. Now came the hard part, getting her arms out. After a few minutes he had maneuvered her into a position in which he thought he could get her arms out. He got them out, and oh god, she didn't wear anything under the top part of her shift when she slept. Her breasts were completely exposed as he removed the shift. Oh God, why? He tried to stop himself from looking at her, and did by forcing himself to remember his mission. Lowering her into a laying position on the floor, he ran to the small porthole window and promptly threw her shift out of it.  He'd find another shift for her later, but he needed the stench to stay out of the room now.

This was horrible. She hadn't fought him, hadn't said anything to him, just sat there crying. Crying, nude, on his floor. Oh God.

He picked her up again, and began to remove her knickers. He got those off too. Jack again threw them out the porthole. Her ran back to her again and moved her to her feet. God, she was beautiful. Even with spew and tears all over her she was still beautiful.

Jack picked her up lightly and laid her in the tub.

"Lizzie, love, you've got to stop crying. Please? Please stop crying; you'll make yourself sick again." Her crying slowed and then finally stopped.

"Thanks, love."

He grabbed some soap and tilted her head back, washing the vomit out of her hair. He was gentle as could be, something Elizabeth never would have expected. Grabbing a washcloth, he hurriedly scrubbed some soap into it and leaned her forward so that he could wash her back first. Then he did her feet, her legs, her stomach… Now he had to scrub here down there. This was going to be more awkward than bathing her altogether. Biting his tongue, he closed his eyes and scrubbed that part softly. Bloody hell, this was weird. He finished and scrubbed her stomach and chest. It didn't phase him as much, thank the Lord.

Finally, he had finished scrubbing everything except for her right arm. Getting some more soap, he got the washcloth again and turned over her arm.

Elizabeth winced at the look on his face. On her wrists and midway to her forearm, there were two wide, angry red slashes. She'd cut herself. He was horrified, and instantly his anger at Will resurfaced completely. If he ever saw that bastard again, he kill him for doing this to her, just kill him.

Jack looked at her, but she couldn't meet his eyes. "I wanted to die," she said quietly.

"You shouldn't have."

He picked her up in a towel and dried her as best he could. Just then there was a knock on the door.

"Cap'n?"

"Aye, hold on." He recognized Ana's voice instantly. He wrapped Liz in a towel and set her down on the floor so that she was propped up against the bed.

"Ana," he said, opening the door, "I've got Liz and she's in a terrible state. Go to her room and get me a clean shift from her trunk. Then come in and take my basin out to be dumped and bring it back along with cloth I can use for bandaging. Finally, get her a plate of light food and bring it in. Alert the crew that I'm not to be disturbed for any reason other than an attack for a few days and get Liz's cabin clean as soon as possible.

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A/N: Hey guys! I'm really very sorry about the very long time it took me to update. School's been hectic, and I've got a lot of home stuff going on right now, so it just ins't the greatest time for me. My parents are going through divorce now, and I really don't like high school, which creates a whole lot of issues. I'll update as soon as I can, after I get a few reviews, PLEASE e-mail me and bug me to update. I tend to push it to the back of my mind these days, and I'm REALLY sorry about that. =(