Disclaimer: You should really know by now that POTC does not belong to me!
Warning: Rated R for different reasons. Please make sure you are mature enough to handle this type of content.
To Reviewers/Readers: Thanks for reading and/or reviewing! Sorry about the short chapters; I try to use one major event each chapter. Sorry, but that's the only way the chapters really fit. It's good though in a way, because it means it takes less time for me to update. Chapters will get somewhat longer after we go on.
The Crow-R.I.P.-BL: Yes, high school does suck, and friends help. I've never seen the Exorcist [sp]! lol
XFVixen: Yeesh! And thanks for the offer, I'm okay for now though, I think. =) Glad you like the way I'm going with it. Thanks majorly for your support.
Jessica: This chapter? Pervy? Wait for the next few! *evil grin* And gee, I don't know, guess we'll have to find out, won't we?
Note: Jack is out of character. I did that purposely. He was, but as you've seen if you've followed us thus far, he's changed BECAUSE OF EVENTS IN THE STORY. If you can't accept change, please search elsewhere for good fanfiction.
Onto the chapter!
Chapter 12: Taking Care Of Her
Jack ran back to the basin and dragged it towards the door, keeping it as far away from Liz as possible. If she got even the slightest whiff of that basin, she'd spew all over again. Reaching the door, he heaved it outside, just in time to see Anamaria sprinting back to him from down the hall, with clean garments for Elizabeth that she'd ran to get.
"Take these and dress her," she said, dropping the clothes into his hands and grabbing the water basin. "I would, but it'd take you forever to find the bandages, I moved them yesterday while I was cleaning." With that she walked away as quickly as she could, dragging the basin with her. Hesitating only a second, he headed back into the room and locked the door behind him.
He unbundled the clothes and threw them on his bed; a white shift and a pair of knickers. Grabbing another towel, he quickly wrapped it around her bleeding wrist and surrounding arm.
Jack then heaved her up into his arms again and let her towel drop. Gods, she was-NO! Don't think, just dress her. Holding her with one hand again, he grabbed her knickers and made her bend with him again so he could put them on her. After a few struggling minutes, he finally got them on properly and grabbed her shift. The shift was easier, all he had to do was slide it over her head and push her arms through the sleeves.
Jack picked her up and sat her on the bed, propping her against the pillows by the headboard. Picking up her old towel, he gently wrapped her hair in it so it wouldn't get her back wet. He felt her forehead.
Fuck. She was burning. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Anamaria could forget about the food for now, he needed insanely cold water and cloths.
"Cap'n?"
He bolted to the door and whipped it open. She gave him the bandages and dragged in the empty basin.
"Ana, forget the food, I need cold water and cloths, NOW!"
"Aye!" She scurried out, shutting the door behind her.
He grabbed the chair that was near his bed, the old wooden on that he usually left his hat on while he slept. He looked over at what Ana had brought him, rubbing alcohol* to clean her gashes and strips of clean cloth that he could bandage her with.
"Now, love, this'll hurt a bit," he said as he poured some of the smelly stuff on the cloth. He swipped her cuts with it as he mouth opened in a silent scream. She had finally lost her voice temporarily from all the pouting she had done. She attempted to wriggle free of Jack's grasp, but Jack had to strong of a grip on her; her arm barely moved. He scooped up a cloth and bandaged her arm as gently as possible, both gashes.
Checking to see that they were secure to satisfaction, he studied her face for a moment. She looked horrible, yet just utterly beautiful, and of course also as if she would start bawling any second. Jack wasn't a religious man at all, he never really understood that kind of stuff, but he prayed to whoever might be up there that she didn't start again.
"You need water," he told her. She shook her head firmly. No.
"Yes," he said, grabbing the glass bottle of pure water from his beside table, that, ironically, he had in there because Ana had tried to make him drink it earlier. "Drink," he said, holding it out to her.p
She shook her head 'no' again.
"Yes, and now."
Another shake of the head.
"Liz, love, either you drink this now, or I'll force it down your throat. I don't fancy doing that, but you'll die without water, so I will. Now…will you drink?"
A final head shake.
She just had to make this hard didn't she? He sighed. Oh well.
He thrust the bottle into her mouth and held her mouth open as the liquid poured down her throat. She sputtered and choked as she struggled to stop him. She smacked him across the face with all her might, despite the excruciating pain it brought to her arm as she did so. She dug her nails into him and even bit one of his fingers as he took the large, now empty bottle from her mouth.
After a few minutes of choking, she managed to regain control of her breathing and he helped her to lie down fully.
"Sorry, love, but I had to do it, and I'll do it again if need be." She glared at him.
Ana finally got back with the clothes and fresh water. "I've got to alert the crew," she said, "you want Gibbs and I to navigate and manage the ship fer a few days?"
"Aye, you know where we're headed and can handle everything. Don't let anyone knock here for a few days, atleast 3 alright?"
"Aye, Cap'n! Am I allowed in?"
"Aye, but only you, don't let anyone else near here."
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I have no idea what they had back then to clean wounds, so we'll pretend they had a glass bottle of that stuff, okay?
Please review! Constructive criticism is always appreciated!
A/N: Hey guys, thank you all for the encouragement last chapter and the support with my parents and stuff. The way things are going now, we think they should get the papers to sign very, very soon. It sucks. I really couldn't ask for a more supportive bunch here, you guys are great! I've been sick since last Wednesday (Nov. 19th) and exsisted on jello and pretzels! Fun! Anyway, I WILL update on or before Thanksgiving. That's your "Happy Thanksgiving!" gift, though Thanksgiving isn't a commercial holiday. See you soon! =)
Warning: Rated R for different reasons. Please make sure you are mature enough to handle this type of content.
To Reviewers/Readers: Thanks for reading and/or reviewing! Sorry about the short chapters; I try to use one major event each chapter. Sorry, but that's the only way the chapters really fit. It's good though in a way, because it means it takes less time for me to update. Chapters will get somewhat longer after we go on.
The Crow-R.I.P.-BL: Yes, high school does suck, and friends help. I've never seen the Exorcist [sp]! lol
XFVixen: Yeesh! And thanks for the offer, I'm okay for now though, I think. =) Glad you like the way I'm going with it. Thanks majorly for your support.
Jessica: This chapter? Pervy? Wait for the next few! *evil grin* And gee, I don't know, guess we'll have to find out, won't we?
Note: Jack is out of character. I did that purposely. He was, but as you've seen if you've followed us thus far, he's changed BECAUSE OF EVENTS IN THE STORY. If you can't accept change, please search elsewhere for good fanfiction.
Onto the chapter!
Chapter 12: Taking Care Of Her
Jack ran back to the basin and dragged it towards the door, keeping it as far away from Liz as possible. If she got even the slightest whiff of that basin, she'd spew all over again. Reaching the door, he heaved it outside, just in time to see Anamaria sprinting back to him from down the hall, with clean garments for Elizabeth that she'd ran to get.
"Take these and dress her," she said, dropping the clothes into his hands and grabbing the water basin. "I would, but it'd take you forever to find the bandages, I moved them yesterday while I was cleaning." With that she walked away as quickly as she could, dragging the basin with her. Hesitating only a second, he headed back into the room and locked the door behind him.
He unbundled the clothes and threw them on his bed; a white shift and a pair of knickers. Grabbing another towel, he quickly wrapped it around her bleeding wrist and surrounding arm.
Jack then heaved her up into his arms again and let her towel drop. Gods, she was-NO! Don't think, just dress her. Holding her with one hand again, he grabbed her knickers and made her bend with him again so he could put them on her. After a few struggling minutes, he finally got them on properly and grabbed her shift. The shift was easier, all he had to do was slide it over her head and push her arms through the sleeves.
Jack picked her up and sat her on the bed, propping her against the pillows by the headboard. Picking up her old towel, he gently wrapped her hair in it so it wouldn't get her back wet. He felt her forehead.
Fuck. She was burning. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Anamaria could forget about the food for now, he needed insanely cold water and cloths.
"Cap'n?"
He bolted to the door and whipped it open. She gave him the bandages and dragged in the empty basin.
"Ana, forget the food, I need cold water and cloths, NOW!"
"Aye!" She scurried out, shutting the door behind her.
He grabbed the chair that was near his bed, the old wooden on that he usually left his hat on while he slept. He looked over at what Ana had brought him, rubbing alcohol* to clean her gashes and strips of clean cloth that he could bandage her with.
"Now, love, this'll hurt a bit," he said as he poured some of the smelly stuff on the cloth. He swipped her cuts with it as he mouth opened in a silent scream. She had finally lost her voice temporarily from all the pouting she had done. She attempted to wriggle free of Jack's grasp, but Jack had to strong of a grip on her; her arm barely moved. He scooped up a cloth and bandaged her arm as gently as possible, both gashes.
Checking to see that they were secure to satisfaction, he studied her face for a moment. She looked horrible, yet just utterly beautiful, and of course also as if she would start bawling any second. Jack wasn't a religious man at all, he never really understood that kind of stuff, but he prayed to whoever might be up there that she didn't start again.
"You need water," he told her. She shook her head firmly. No.
"Yes," he said, grabbing the glass bottle of pure water from his beside table, that, ironically, he had in there because Ana had tried to make him drink it earlier. "Drink," he said, holding it out to her.p
She shook her head 'no' again.
"Yes, and now."
Another shake of the head.
"Liz, love, either you drink this now, or I'll force it down your throat. I don't fancy doing that, but you'll die without water, so I will. Now…will you drink?"
A final head shake.
She just had to make this hard didn't she? He sighed. Oh well.
He thrust the bottle into her mouth and held her mouth open as the liquid poured down her throat. She sputtered and choked as she struggled to stop him. She smacked him across the face with all her might, despite the excruciating pain it brought to her arm as she did so. She dug her nails into him and even bit one of his fingers as he took the large, now empty bottle from her mouth.
After a few minutes of choking, she managed to regain control of her breathing and he helped her to lie down fully.
"Sorry, love, but I had to do it, and I'll do it again if need be." She glared at him.
Ana finally got back with the clothes and fresh water. "I've got to alert the crew," she said, "you want Gibbs and I to navigate and manage the ship fer a few days?"
"Aye, you know where we're headed and can handle everything. Don't let anyone knock here for a few days, atleast 3 alright?"
"Aye, Cap'n! Am I allowed in?"
"Aye, but only you, don't let anyone else near here."
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I have no idea what they had back then to clean wounds, so we'll pretend they had a glass bottle of that stuff, okay?
Please review! Constructive criticism is always appreciated!
A/N: Hey guys, thank you all for the encouragement last chapter and the support with my parents and stuff. The way things are going now, we think they should get the papers to sign very, very soon. It sucks. I really couldn't ask for a more supportive bunch here, you guys are great! I've been sick since last Wednesday (Nov. 19th) and exsisted on jello and pretzels! Fun! Anyway, I WILL update on or before Thanksgiving. That's your "Happy Thanksgiving!" gift, though Thanksgiving isn't a commercial holiday. See you soon! =)