A/N: I DON'T OWN PoTC! There.Glad I got that out.

I felt the panic rise in me, and I tried my best to give Barbosa hell. I felt myself growing weak, and I had trouble keeping him from Jack. There was a few times when I felt control of my body again, and ran from the fight, yelling bits of what I was trying to do. But as Jack got a hold of a sword, it became harder and harder. I could feel the sweat dripping down my body. My resisting was giving Barbosa a hard time. He didn't count on me holding him back, and he was confused with me screaming protests and the swords that he had to fight off. Once or twice I yelled out in pain along with Barbosa as a blade sliced my arm, or grazed my cheek.

I began to see, that the only way I would be able to get rid of Barbosa, would be to keep this up, until Jack got wound him, or me, enough to get far enough away. Then I would be able to battle him, mind to mind. The chance came up when 'Barbosa' fell over a chair. I yelled out, not knowing if Jack heard me, "Run, I'll get rid of him." It must have worked, because I heard the shutting and barricading going on outside. I yelled to my self, "Barbosa! Get out of me." I heard the cold laughter in my head, and a terrible pain. He was giving me a headache, literally. It felt as though my brain might explode. As quickly as I could manage it, I grabbed the cutlass while I still knew myself. I was ready to end it all there. One good thrust and it would all be over. But Jack crashed through the door. He ripped the sword from my hand, and I was so shocked that I lost control over my body. Barbosa bent me down, and before I knew what was happening, I had my spare knife in my hand and both Jack and I were fighting him off, trying to stop him.

It happened so fast. My knife pierced his skin, and Jack yelled as his shirt started to turn red. I felt the cold drain out of me, along with all the life I had. In my hand my spare knife glissaded with blood. "No.no, this.can't be happening." Jack looked up at me, "It's just my shoulder, I'll live." I pulled a sheet from his bed and used my knife to cut a square from it. It was a tattered piece, but all I cared about was stopping the blood. William came through the door, a pistol in his hand. He ran over to Jack and we both helped him onto the bed. Jack tried to sit up, but I shoved him down. He tried again and I slapped him. "That's not very nice." He was going to rub his cheek, but the hole in his shoulder stopped him. "Oh, stop being a pansy, Jack." I laughed at my own joke. Elizabeth walked into the room. "I just knew he was going to almost get killed again." I smiled and Jack chuckled. It turned into a bad cough. I took some rum and gave it to him. Jack raised his eyebrows, "You think this is wise?" This time it was William how hit Jack. I smirked at him, and kept Jack sitting down while Elizabeth came back with a needle thread, and hot water. Jack hissed through his teeth.

The hot water turned his skin red, and I sewed up his skin before patching it. "He'll need to be checked by a real doctor, but I think that will work." I had blood on my hands, and I left the room to clean them. The galley was empty. It told me that no one knew about the near death problem both Jack and I had just gone through. I washed my hands in the left over warm water, and I started to get ready to work. Once more I was over come with a dizzy spell. I was really getting sick and tired of it. I gripped the sink, and felt liquid trying to exit my mouth. I soon found myself looking into the soup from lunch. I back up to the wall, and slid down. I resisted the temptation to bang my head against the wall. I hadn't bled (think really hard.hint: happens to every girl) in a month or two. Okay, so it had been three months. I tried to think back tree months ago, and remembered with terror what happened. It was why Eric thought me to be more than a friend. We were both drunk beyond reason, and.well.there wasn't much to say about it. I wasn't proud. But the last thing I needed was to be a mother. But even I had to admit; some things were just unchangeable.

The days passed by, and we sailed around, not really sure where we were going. William and Elizabeth needed to get back to Port Royal, but they would make me go with them, and that was the last thing I wanted. I started to puke up my food more often then was needed. I told everyone I had a slight stomachache. Jack watched me at each dinner. He watched how much food I ate and took. I didn't need anyone to know, so I started to eat in my cabin. I began to love the fact that I was going to have a baby. I would have to disappear for some time, or end up in a real mess. But I knew Jack would find out soon, and he did one day when he helped me down from the ratlines. I was feeling dizzy again, and was having trouble with my footing. Jack helped me down, and watched me as I leaned against the railing, and sighed deeply.

"Whose is it?" He words shocked me. His face wasn't joking, but stern, as if I was his younger sister, and I had done something terrible. "I don't know what you're talking about." I walked down the deck. It was close to dinnertime, so there weren't many people around. Jack followed me, and once I turned the corner, he pushed me up to the wall, "You know what I mean." I looked at him, and cracked. Jack sensed it, and backed off. "I thought it was Eric's, because we once got drunk a few months back, but now." Jack nodded. He could read me, and that was never a good thing. "And when will you tell the other's?" I thought he meant Elizabeth and William, but I looked at him again. He wanted to know when I would tell my family. I didn't have an answer for him. I just looked out at the sea and the sun that was slowly dipping below the water. Again, Jack guessed, and made a right choice at my answer. "Never is a long time." I nodded.

I saw a slip of land off to the side of the sip, almost invisible to the naked eye. "Port Royal." I meant to say it as a whisper, but it came out differently. It came out sounding as if I was longing for it. Jack looked at me, and I looked at him. And for just a moment, we understood who the other was. Then Jack had to go and ruin it all, "I never did thank you for fixing me wound." He leaned forward, but all he got was a sharp slap across the face. "Nice try Mr. Sparrow, but you won't be getting what you wish from me." I turned to go, and Jack grabbed my arm, "It's Captain Sparrow, and what happened to you calling me Jack? Who said I wanted anything?" I yanked my arm away, and went to my cabin. I shut and locked the door behind me, but the was a loud crack through the air, and Jack kicked the door in. His pistol was by his side, smoking, and there seemed to be a bullet in the door's locking thingy.

Jack walked right over to me, and pinned me to the wall. His arms stopped me from turning away from him. "What do you thin-" I didn't get passed that. Jack's lips hit mine so hard I didn't do anything for a moment. Then when I became conscious of him kissing my neck I pushed him back. "Jack stop!" But it came out as a joke of a plea. We just stood there for a moment, our chests rising and falling, looking each other dead in the eye. Then it came, a pain so terrible I yelled out in pain, no I screamed. There was a puddle of blood around my legs and tears fell from my eyes. Jack ran from the room, shouting for Elizabeth to come quickly. I shook all over, and I felt so dirty from the blood that was running down my legs. For the first time I felt like I would rather die than see Elizabeth's face when she saw me. But it didn't happen. Jack tried to run into the room after Elizabeth, but she shut him out. I screamed and closed my eyes. When I finally woke, I was in Jack's bed, in a simple shift dress, lose, and not too revealing.

Elizabeth and William were talking in whispers. I groaned and sat up. Their words halted, and Elizabeth lightly pushed me back down. "You need to rest, Abby." I felt so different, and voiced my first worry, "Did I lose my baby." Elizabeth's eyes lightly tears and she nodded. "You've had a miscarriage, Abby. I'm so sorry." Emotion over took me, and I felt such hatred at myself. In a moment to pure insanity, I got up from the bed and ran over to where Jack's pistol was on the table. After trying to fire it, and screamed and yelled in protest. I deserved to die! Jack walked through the door and over to me. He took the pistol from my hands, and carried me over to the bed. After making sure I couldn't hurt myself, they left, and I cried into the pillow. I would have to face my family soon. Questions I didn't know the answers to would pop up, and I would run. I knew it, and I've known it for some time. I would run far away, to where they couldn't find me.