Will had watched as Ashley was carried away to the captain's quarters on
the ship. He had made to go after Jack and Annamaria, but Gibbs had put a
strong hand on the man's shoulder.
"If anyone can fix 'er, she's the one. Let 'er do 'er work."
So Will was forced to wait outside. And he grew steadily impatient, pacing around the deck for what seemed like an eternity. Any creak in the wood, or noise at all, nearly drove him to the brink of insanity. He would turn frantically toward the door, and half heartedly hope to see Jack, pushed out the door by a grumpy Ashley, grumbling about everyone making a fuss over her.
But she didn't.
And when the door finally creaked open, and he saw Annamaria striding towards the other end of the deck, with a grim expression, he knew that nothing out of her mouth would be good. She simply nodded her head towards the cabin when Will approached her. Using all of his self control, he managed not to sprint to the room and kicking the door down, but he came pretty close.
Upon entering the room he saw Ashley, pale and sickly looking, sleeping in the bed in the middle of the room. The white sheets were pulled up to her chest, and her shirt had been removed, leaving her bare shoulders exposed. Jack was sitting in a chair in the corner, away from her. He briefly looked away from her sleeping form to acknowledge Will's presence before gazing back at her.
"H-How bad? I mean, how is she?" Will was tripping and stuttering over his words, the woman lying in front of him was not Ashley. It couldn't be. She was not strong and proud like his Ashley. Nothing could ever hurt her.
"I's bad." Jack muttered.
"Is she . . . she going to . . . to . . ." He couldn't finish, the thought was too terrible.
"She might."
"C-Can I see it?"
Wordlessly, Jack waved his hands at the bed. Will walked over and gently pulled the sheets down. Her stomach was covered in bandages, and blood was seeping through various places. The wound was probably large, and very deep, judging by how much was wrapped. Shuddering slightly, Will replaced the bandage.
"Annamaria says we ought to watch her, make sure she don't start bleedin' or getting' worse."
Nodding, Will sat in a chair on the other side of the room, and the two sat in silence. There was no sound, save for the labored breathing of Ashley. After about half an hour, she gave a small moan, which surprised Will so much that he ended up moving his chair closer to her, and then inspecting her wounds.
"She's only sleepin' lad. Leave 'er be."
"Jack, I'm only trying to help."
"Yeah, well, yeh should get back to bed, yeh can watch 'er later."
"But-" Will tried to protest, but Jack held up his hand, silencing him.
"I will not accept yeh doin' a poor job tomorrow because yeh spent all night stayin' 'ere. Go to bed Mr. Turner, I'll watch her now, yeh can see her later."
Will was about to argue, but shut his mouth and left the room. Before he shut the door behind him, he peaked his head in the room and looked at his captain.
"Jack, if she . . . if something should happen . . .will you . . . come and get me, please?"
"Aye." Jack did not look at Will as he left the room, his eyes remained focused on Ashley's exhausted figure.
~~**Damn yeh wench. Don't yeh think about dying on us now.**~~
~~**~~
Ashley was running through a town of some sort. She was running to somebody, she didn't know who, though. Eventually she saw Will and beside him was a beautiful woman with long blondish brown hair.
"Will, help me!" She called, but he didn't hear her. Suddenly she saw a man with a knife raised coming up behind them.
"Will look out!" But her cries fell on deaf ears; the couple remained oblivious to the danger behind them. She couldn't hear herself screaming as she watched them stabbed over and over again.
Now she was watching as the man became Wesset, missing his teeth and smiling at her.
"Stop!" She was sobbing, she didn't know why, as she was dragged away. His hairy, calloused hand became Isabella's, and suddenly she felt her hot kisses up her neck.
"No . . . no . . . no." A shot rings out, and it is Jack, standing above her, extending his hand. But she can't grab it, he's too far away, and something's pulling her back. It's her mother, and she's got her arms around Ashley, not letting her go, and calling her Caroline. Calling her "Sweet Caroline" and stroking her hair.
Ashley was trashing trying to escape, not wanting to be in the clutches of her mother.
"Lemme go! Lemme go! Lemme go!"
She felt herself becoming weaker and weaker as she squeezes her eyes shut.
And she's back in the room. Back in the room she had dreamed about when she was in the cave.
And she's getting closer and closer. And she longs to tear back the long sheets, obscuring her view. So she takes a few steps . . .
~~**~~
Jack had spent the whole night watching her. Her face was making painful expressions, and she was muttering constantly. Early in the morning he heard her say Will's name, and then scream as if she was being stabbed. He briefly pondered what she was dreaming about, until her whole body went limp.
"Lass, yeh all right?" He didn't expect a response, but wanted to ask the question anyway, just for reassurance. When her eyelids weakly fluttered open, he almost fell off his chair in surprise.
"Yeh awake?" He whispered hoarsely, sitting up straighter, and getting ready to get out of his seat.
Her eyes scanned the room warily, as if afraid that she would find herself somewhere else. When her eyes came to rest on Jack, he leaned forward and barely made out the words,
"I don't feel good." And then she closed her eyes, and slipped back into unconsciousness.
~~**~~ and peers into the bed. She sees herself just like she did before. The only difference is that her shirt is off, the wrapping around her chest is visible, as is a new scar carved into her stomach. She watches as she sees the figure above herself wrap its arms around her, and her other body returns the gesture. . .
~~**~~
Will nearly broke the door when he impatiently shoved it open just as the sun was beginning to rise.
"How is she?" He demanded. Jack shrugged and motioned for him to go outside.
"Lad, she's fine, leave 'er alone. Yeh can see 'er after we get everythin' taken care of."
"Jack, I want to see her now!"
"I'm yer bloody captain! Yeh'll listen to me, an' if yeh don't, then yeh'll never see 'er." The shorter pirate glared at Will, daring him to argue. He clapped his arm around the taller man, and steered him outside.
"Raise anchor, we're leavin', yeh scallywags!"
"Bloody hell." Will muttered while hoisting a sail. Annamaria gave a dark chuckle.
"Yeh better not let 'im hear yeh say 'at. Just do as he says, an' yeh'll see 'er soon enough."
Again, Will mumbled something unintelligible, and went back to work.
~~**~~
She had to know who was with her. She couldn't wait any longer. Pulling the covers back further, she gasped . . .
~~**~~
"Lad, come 'ere." It was lunch, and Jack was motioning for Will to follow him. Immediately, Will put his stale biscuit down, and stood up. Jack led him across the deck to where Ashley was sleeping. He opened the door, and allowed Will to enter first.
She looked smaller and weaker than before. He went over to where she was resting, and kneeled by her bed.
"She woke up las' night."
"What?! Well, what did she say, what happened."
"Le'see. She woke up, said she didn't feel good, then wen' back to sleep." Jack shrugged and took a swig of some rum he had pulled out in one of the drawers.
"She looks better," Will tried feebly to start up a conversation.
"Aye."
"Do you think she'll die?"
"Dunno."
"I think she'll be all right."
"Mm." Jack continued to drink out of the flask, until he dropped it at his side, and let it roll on the floor.
The two stayed in the room for a little while longer, until Annamaria knocked.
"'Ow she doin'?"
She didn't wait for an answer as she pulled back the sheets, and began inspecting the wound.
"Not too bad. No infection far as I can tell."
"That's good." Will encouraged.
"Right, well, Captain, shall we continue on course?"
"Aye. Take the wheel for awhile, I'll be out in a minute. Mr. Turner, yeh may leave as well."
"No! I'm not leaving this time. I'm staying here." Stubbornly, he crossed his arms, and Annamaria smirked. She walked out the door, and waited for a moment. Within a minute, Will was angrily storming across the deck to where he had been eating his bread earlier. Taking the stale food in his hand, he tossed it overboard, and rested his elbows on the edge.
"Gibbs, keep Tuner company, I'll take the wheel."
~~**~~
The brown locks of hair fell onto her bare stomach as she saw who was resting his head against her body. Ashley fell backward and made a small squeaking sound of surprise. Will was with her in the bed . . . Will Turner. Her friend on the ship, no it couldn't be.
No . . .no . . . no . . .
~~**~~
Jack was about to leave when he heard her mutter in her sleep, "No, no no."
He turned to see Ashley suddenly rise up and her eyes opened.
"Ooooh." She moaned and fell backward, the pain in her stomach was too much to bear. Jack went back to her bed, and looked over her concerned.
"Yeh awake, sleepin' ugly?"
"Mmmm." She scrunched her eyes shut and managed a nod.
"Anythin' yeh need?"
"Got anythin' to drink?" She whispered huskily.
"Yeah. There's some rum in 'ere, somewhere. Ah! There it is." He picked up a half full bottle, and tossed it to her. Weakly she grasped the dusty container and drank deeply.
"Mmm. Thanks. Where am I?"
"Same ship. We're steerin' this one back to where left our other one. Should still be anchored there. Then we'll take the two, if they're in good condition."
"Oh, so this is the captain's quarter's right?"
"Yeah, why?"
"My mother slept 'ere didn't she?" And groaning, she fell back into the pillows, back in her sleep.
A/N: Yeah as you know had issues updating, I'll do my best, battling writers block. Thanks reviewrs, I promise to also check out your stories!
"If anyone can fix 'er, she's the one. Let 'er do 'er work."
So Will was forced to wait outside. And he grew steadily impatient, pacing around the deck for what seemed like an eternity. Any creak in the wood, or noise at all, nearly drove him to the brink of insanity. He would turn frantically toward the door, and half heartedly hope to see Jack, pushed out the door by a grumpy Ashley, grumbling about everyone making a fuss over her.
But she didn't.
And when the door finally creaked open, and he saw Annamaria striding towards the other end of the deck, with a grim expression, he knew that nothing out of her mouth would be good. She simply nodded her head towards the cabin when Will approached her. Using all of his self control, he managed not to sprint to the room and kicking the door down, but he came pretty close.
Upon entering the room he saw Ashley, pale and sickly looking, sleeping in the bed in the middle of the room. The white sheets were pulled up to her chest, and her shirt had been removed, leaving her bare shoulders exposed. Jack was sitting in a chair in the corner, away from her. He briefly looked away from her sleeping form to acknowledge Will's presence before gazing back at her.
"H-How bad? I mean, how is she?" Will was tripping and stuttering over his words, the woman lying in front of him was not Ashley. It couldn't be. She was not strong and proud like his Ashley. Nothing could ever hurt her.
"I's bad." Jack muttered.
"Is she . . . she going to . . . to . . ." He couldn't finish, the thought was too terrible.
"She might."
"C-Can I see it?"
Wordlessly, Jack waved his hands at the bed. Will walked over and gently pulled the sheets down. Her stomach was covered in bandages, and blood was seeping through various places. The wound was probably large, and very deep, judging by how much was wrapped. Shuddering slightly, Will replaced the bandage.
"Annamaria says we ought to watch her, make sure she don't start bleedin' or getting' worse."
Nodding, Will sat in a chair on the other side of the room, and the two sat in silence. There was no sound, save for the labored breathing of Ashley. After about half an hour, she gave a small moan, which surprised Will so much that he ended up moving his chair closer to her, and then inspecting her wounds.
"She's only sleepin' lad. Leave 'er be."
"Jack, I'm only trying to help."
"Yeah, well, yeh should get back to bed, yeh can watch 'er later."
"But-" Will tried to protest, but Jack held up his hand, silencing him.
"I will not accept yeh doin' a poor job tomorrow because yeh spent all night stayin' 'ere. Go to bed Mr. Turner, I'll watch her now, yeh can see her later."
Will was about to argue, but shut his mouth and left the room. Before he shut the door behind him, he peaked his head in the room and looked at his captain.
"Jack, if she . . . if something should happen . . .will you . . . come and get me, please?"
"Aye." Jack did not look at Will as he left the room, his eyes remained focused on Ashley's exhausted figure.
~~**Damn yeh wench. Don't yeh think about dying on us now.**~~
~~**~~
Ashley was running through a town of some sort. She was running to somebody, she didn't know who, though. Eventually she saw Will and beside him was a beautiful woman with long blondish brown hair.
"Will, help me!" She called, but he didn't hear her. Suddenly she saw a man with a knife raised coming up behind them.
"Will look out!" But her cries fell on deaf ears; the couple remained oblivious to the danger behind them. She couldn't hear herself screaming as she watched them stabbed over and over again.
Now she was watching as the man became Wesset, missing his teeth and smiling at her.
"Stop!" She was sobbing, she didn't know why, as she was dragged away. His hairy, calloused hand became Isabella's, and suddenly she felt her hot kisses up her neck.
"No . . . no . . . no." A shot rings out, and it is Jack, standing above her, extending his hand. But she can't grab it, he's too far away, and something's pulling her back. It's her mother, and she's got her arms around Ashley, not letting her go, and calling her Caroline. Calling her "Sweet Caroline" and stroking her hair.
Ashley was trashing trying to escape, not wanting to be in the clutches of her mother.
"Lemme go! Lemme go! Lemme go!"
She felt herself becoming weaker and weaker as she squeezes her eyes shut.
And she's back in the room. Back in the room she had dreamed about when she was in the cave.
And she's getting closer and closer. And she longs to tear back the long sheets, obscuring her view. So she takes a few steps . . .
~~**~~
Jack had spent the whole night watching her. Her face was making painful expressions, and she was muttering constantly. Early in the morning he heard her say Will's name, and then scream as if she was being stabbed. He briefly pondered what she was dreaming about, until her whole body went limp.
"Lass, yeh all right?" He didn't expect a response, but wanted to ask the question anyway, just for reassurance. When her eyelids weakly fluttered open, he almost fell off his chair in surprise.
"Yeh awake?" He whispered hoarsely, sitting up straighter, and getting ready to get out of his seat.
Her eyes scanned the room warily, as if afraid that she would find herself somewhere else. When her eyes came to rest on Jack, he leaned forward and barely made out the words,
"I don't feel good." And then she closed her eyes, and slipped back into unconsciousness.
~~**~~ and peers into the bed. She sees herself just like she did before. The only difference is that her shirt is off, the wrapping around her chest is visible, as is a new scar carved into her stomach. She watches as she sees the figure above herself wrap its arms around her, and her other body returns the gesture. . .
~~**~~
Will nearly broke the door when he impatiently shoved it open just as the sun was beginning to rise.
"How is she?" He demanded. Jack shrugged and motioned for him to go outside.
"Lad, she's fine, leave 'er alone. Yeh can see 'er after we get everythin' taken care of."
"Jack, I want to see her now!"
"I'm yer bloody captain! Yeh'll listen to me, an' if yeh don't, then yeh'll never see 'er." The shorter pirate glared at Will, daring him to argue. He clapped his arm around the taller man, and steered him outside.
"Raise anchor, we're leavin', yeh scallywags!"
"Bloody hell." Will muttered while hoisting a sail. Annamaria gave a dark chuckle.
"Yeh better not let 'im hear yeh say 'at. Just do as he says, an' yeh'll see 'er soon enough."
Again, Will mumbled something unintelligible, and went back to work.
~~**~~
She had to know who was with her. She couldn't wait any longer. Pulling the covers back further, she gasped . . .
~~**~~
"Lad, come 'ere." It was lunch, and Jack was motioning for Will to follow him. Immediately, Will put his stale biscuit down, and stood up. Jack led him across the deck to where Ashley was sleeping. He opened the door, and allowed Will to enter first.
She looked smaller and weaker than before. He went over to where she was resting, and kneeled by her bed.
"She woke up las' night."
"What?! Well, what did she say, what happened."
"Le'see. She woke up, said she didn't feel good, then wen' back to sleep." Jack shrugged and took a swig of some rum he had pulled out in one of the drawers.
"She looks better," Will tried feebly to start up a conversation.
"Aye."
"Do you think she'll die?"
"Dunno."
"I think she'll be all right."
"Mm." Jack continued to drink out of the flask, until he dropped it at his side, and let it roll on the floor.
The two stayed in the room for a little while longer, until Annamaria knocked.
"'Ow she doin'?"
She didn't wait for an answer as she pulled back the sheets, and began inspecting the wound.
"Not too bad. No infection far as I can tell."
"That's good." Will encouraged.
"Right, well, Captain, shall we continue on course?"
"Aye. Take the wheel for awhile, I'll be out in a minute. Mr. Turner, yeh may leave as well."
"No! I'm not leaving this time. I'm staying here." Stubbornly, he crossed his arms, and Annamaria smirked. She walked out the door, and waited for a moment. Within a minute, Will was angrily storming across the deck to where he had been eating his bread earlier. Taking the stale food in his hand, he tossed it overboard, and rested his elbows on the edge.
"Gibbs, keep Tuner company, I'll take the wheel."
~~**~~
The brown locks of hair fell onto her bare stomach as she saw who was resting his head against her body. Ashley fell backward and made a small squeaking sound of surprise. Will was with her in the bed . . . Will Turner. Her friend on the ship, no it couldn't be.
No . . .no . . . no . . .
~~**~~
Jack was about to leave when he heard her mutter in her sleep, "No, no no."
He turned to see Ashley suddenly rise up and her eyes opened.
"Ooooh." She moaned and fell backward, the pain in her stomach was too much to bear. Jack went back to her bed, and looked over her concerned.
"Yeh awake, sleepin' ugly?"
"Mmmm." She scrunched her eyes shut and managed a nod.
"Anythin' yeh need?"
"Got anythin' to drink?" She whispered huskily.
"Yeah. There's some rum in 'ere, somewhere. Ah! There it is." He picked up a half full bottle, and tossed it to her. Weakly she grasped the dusty container and drank deeply.
"Mmm. Thanks. Where am I?"
"Same ship. We're steerin' this one back to where left our other one. Should still be anchored there. Then we'll take the two, if they're in good condition."
"Oh, so this is the captain's quarter's right?"
"Yeah, why?"
"My mother slept 'ere didn't she?" And groaning, she fell back into the pillows, back in her sleep.
A/N: Yeah as you know had issues updating, I'll do my best, battling writers block. Thanks reviewrs, I promise to also check out your stories!
