Disclaimer: Do I need to repeat myself?
AN: Okay. I think that there will only be two more chapters after this one. In December, I am going on vacation for two weeks and I will not have access to a computer, so I hope to finish this part of the story before I leave so that I won't leave you in suspense on how it will end. Unfortunately, that means that I will be spending all of my time writing Sui Generis and Ashes to Ashes will have to be put on hold for the time being. I also hope to have at least one or two chapters of Part 2 done. Please don't be mad at me!
Quennya: Thank you very much for letting me know that. I think that in part of my mind I knew that, but for some reason, I put it down as an island. Although, after the big earthquake in like 1692, part of Port Royal did become an island, so maybe that is why I put it down.
"Where is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? They have passed like rain on the mountains, like wind in the meadow. The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into Shadow. How did it come to this?"
~King Theoden
LOTR: The Two Towers
Sui Generis
Chapter 12: The Island Nears
It was midnight. The large, pale moon shone down on the dark wood of the Black Pearl, revealing the shadowed form of Jack Sparrow. His brown eyes gazed up into the black skies. Skies dotted with twinkling stars. He brought the bottle of rum that he held to his lips and took a long drink of it, finishing the bottle off.
He stared up into the empty bottle, squinting one eye to peer into it better. When nothing came out of the bottle, Jack sighed and threw it over the side of his ship. The resounding splash that came forth caused an unsuspecting Jack to jump slightly. "Bloody empty," he muttered.
A slight stab of pain echoed in his mind. "Ah God, I need more rum!" he muttered.
"I think you've had enough, Jack," Elizabeth replied, walking up to him, her hands fiddling with a piece of cloth in her hand. "I believe you are going to need whatever mentality you have left to command your ship."
"S'not true, love," he slurred, waving his hands in the air. "I could command me crew even if I was dead."
"Then perhaps you will need whatever you have left to save Lor," she replied, bending at the waist so she could look in his eyes. What she saw there frightened her. In his glazed eyes she could see that he was not himself. His normally dark brown eyes were flecked with gold and she could see an emotion in them that she had never known Jack Sparrow to possess. She could see fear. "Jack, are you all right?"
"Aye, love. S'not mine. She's still there, ya know, still tryin' ta 'old out 'gainst 'im."
Elizabeth sat down next to him, putting one arm around his shoulders. "She'll be fine. Skinner will not harm her anymore than he already has. I promise you that we will save her and my children. Remember that Jack Sparrow always keeps his word."
Jack nodded slowly, his eyes drifting closed. "Jack Sparrow, always. . ." he muttered, and then passed out, his head landing in Elizabeth's lap.
"Oh good Lord!" she said, staring down at him, exasperated. She ran her fingers gently through his unkempt hair, her eyes taking in his unconscious form. "What does she mean to you Jack?" she whispered.
"Horizon," he muttered, making Elizabeth jump. "Bring me that horizon. . ."
Lor gazed blankly at the far wall of what used to be her cabin. Skinner had kept everything the same, right down to the small carving on one of her bookshelves that had belonged to her mother. The chair at her desk had been pushed back slightly and she could barely make out the knife marks on the one desk drawer that she had always kept locked. A small movement behind her caused Lor to turn her head slightly.
She grimaced as she took in the face of the person that lay next to her. Skinner lay sprawled out on the large bed, his arms spread out wide. He had brought her up to "his" cabin to-how had he put it?-to break her pride. Lor had waited in the bed, her sheets pulled up to her chin to hide what she did not want Skinner to see.
An hour later, he had entered the cabin and leered down at her, his eyes glowing with lust. He had walked across the room, slowly taking off a piece of clothing as he went. Eventually Lor had to close her eyes for fear that she would make herself sick at the sight of him.
Skinner had then climbed on top of her; the only thing stopping their skin from touching had been the thin sheet that she hid under. He had crushed his lips against hers, allowing his lust to filter out. One of his hands had trailed down her side, attempting to get a hold of her from above the sheet. She had lay completely still under him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of struggling against him.
"Bitch," he had muttered against her mouth, and then moments later passed out, being too drunk to finish what he had started. Lor had gasped in pain as he landed on one of the wounds that he had given her. "Ah, you little prick," she had muttered, pushing him off of her slowly.
Now, here she was, curled up in a little ball on the far side of the bed, attempting to stay as far from him as she possibly could, a prayer playing over and over in her mind. One that prayed to whatever god that was above her that Jack would get to the island before Skinner did.
Jack staggered out of his cabin, blinking his eyes against the bright sunlight, a slight headache pounding in his head. By the position of the sun he knew it to be almost noon. "Why the bloody hell didn't anyone wake me?" he yelled as he walked out onto the deck.
At the helm, AnaMaria shook her head. "You haven't been yourself lately Captain. I thought you could use some sleep. Especially after I had to help Elizabeth drag you to your cabin last night."
Jack stomped up the stairs to stand in front of her. "That was not your decision to make."
AnaMaria stared him in the eyes. "I am your first mate, am I not?"
"Aye."
"I am your friend as well?"
"Aye," Jack said again, confused.
"Then it was my decision. I was only considering your well-being. You'll be needin' all of your strength to rescue Alex, Emily, an' Lor. So don't argue with me."
"Where's Will?"
"In his cabin, Captain. Elizabeth is down in the galley helping Bones make lunch."
Jack nodded, turned on his heel, and then swaggered down the stairs. He went below the deck and knocked on the first door that he came to. "Come in," came the muffled reply. He opened the door slowly to find Will sitting on the end of his bed, tying his hair back in a small pony tail.
"'Ello lad," he greeted.
"Good afternoon, Jack. Did you need something?"
"Aye," Jack replied, shutting the heavy wooden door behind him. "I'd like ya ta do somethin' for me."
"Such as?" Will asked, looking up at him.
Jack reached into the pocket of his vest and withdrew a single gold chain. Will's eyes narrowed in confusion as he stared up at the necklace. Jack sat next to him on the bed and opened his hand, revealing a gold ring.
Will stared down at it, and then looked back up at Jack. "I'm sorry Jack, but I'm already married."
Jack's eyes narrowed for a moment, and then a smirk crossed his face. "Ah, lad, you really don't want to spend the rest of your life with me?"
Will smiled. "As tempting as that sounds, Jack, no I don't think I do."
Jack laughed, and then stopped suddenly as he looked back down at the ring. "Actually, Will, I want you to size this for me. Make it smaller so it would fit on a woman's finger, preferably the fore finger."
"Is it Lor's?"
"No, it's mine. I gave it to her when she was seven, told her to keep it until I came back for it. To tell the truth, I'd forgotten about it until I found it amongst the rubble of yer wall. I want to give it back to her."
Will was silent for a moment. "You don't plan on staying by her, then?"
Jack drew away slightly and stared in his eyes. "What do you mean?"
Will shrugged and then held out his hand. "I'm no jeweler Jack, but I'll do my best."
"That's all I ask, lad," Jack replied, handing the ring and chain over to him.
Before either one of them could say more, the door flew open to reveal AnaMaria. "Jack! The island's dead ahead!"
Jack jumped to his feet and ran out of the tiny cabin, and up the stairs to the top deck, Will right behind him. He stood on the deck amongst the rest of his and Lor's crew as they made the ship ready to drop anchor on the far side of the small island where they wouldn't be seen.
"X marks the spot," Jack muttered and smiled slightly, the sunlight glinting off of his golden teeth.
Lor attempted to pull the thin white shirt over her head without moving her right shoulder where Skinner had cut and burned her. She winced as the light cloth hit the bloody wound. She tugged at the cloth slightly to pull the shirt away from her skinned and burned flesh.
Lor's hand flew to her chest when sudden jolts of unknown emotions that were not her own caused her heart to flutter. She closed her eyes and tried to sort through the jumble of emotions that pounded her mind like jack hammers. One emotion stood out in her mind, triumph. Part of her partially lost hope soared higher in her heart. Jack had made it to the island.
AN: Chapter 13: The Final Battle.
AN2: Okay, I have to say this. I know a lot of people have said that Port Royal was not around when Pirates of the Caribbean took place, but that is not necessarily true. The book of PoTC says that it takes place in the 17th century, but it does not say when exactly. Now, the earthquake did not strike Port Royal until 1692, which is at the end of the 17th century. So, if you think about it, PoTC could have taken place before the earthquake, so technically, Port Royal could have existed at the time. Also, Port Royal wasn't really destroyed; it was just separated into two parts.
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