A/N: And now you know why it's rated PG-13. Hope you like it, it's not as
sad from now on, just a little, dramatic.
Disclaimer: I will never own PoTC...I think I'm going to cry!
Mickey Mouse: GOOD!
Packman, Bruise, and Pirate: Charge!
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I sat in that bed for days. Soon, we would reach Port Royal, and soon I would have to tell my family. Having a child could have worked for me, and I knew that somewhere inside of me, some crazy part of me, I wanted that baby to live, more than I wanted to live myself. Elizabeth came in everyday, and chatted with me. I found myself wishing she would just go away. When I did bother to get up from the bed, it was to see where we were. What I saw shocked me. The port we were docked at was anything but Port Royal. There was the constant sound of gunfire, and even on the docks, I saw the women walking around, wearing dresses the barely covered their chests.
There was a knock at the door, and Jack walked in. I turned to face him, and he laughed at the look on my face, "Welcome to Port Sivlow, Tortuga's identical twin. I thought you could use a brake from my room, and I really would like my room back." He dumped a few shirts and pants on the bed, and then a cutlass next to that. I raised my eyebrow, "You really trust me to that point?" Jack grinned, "And that's why I promised William you wouldn't leave my side. And you're a pirate, Ms. Bartholomew; pirates don't let things get to them." Jack winked at me before he left. I changed, and used a belt I found tossed in a corner to hold the cutlass and the loose pants to my waist. I combed my slightly oily hair, and tied it out of my face. I left the cabin for the first time, and made a mad dash for Elizabeth and William's cabin. Elizabeth was waiting for me there, and in her hand she held a pair of glasses, just what I was looking for. She gave me a hug, and I smiled at her, "Thank you." Elizabeth held tight to my hand, "Be careful. Have you thought any more about staying with Will and I?"
I didn't answer. I couldn't. As much as I loved my family, as much as I trusted Elizabeth and William, I knew what was waiting for me back in Port Royal. There was no doubt in my mind that Jason and all my cousins would have found a husband for me. "Abby?" I turned back to Elizabeth and shook my head. Jack tapped me on the shoulder, "Time to go." He held out his arm, but I just walked by him, ignoring him, and headed down the gangplank. William may have wanted Jack to say with me, but that didn't mean I would have to stay with him. I walked down the street, and as always, my glasses made me invisible to everyone. I knew Jack was only a few paces behind me, and I wanted it to stay like that. I walked down to where the beach was. It was a full moon, and you could see the stars so clearly that I had to stop for a moment to look at it all.
I heard the sound of a cork being popped, and turned to see Jack drinking from a bottle of rum. I shook my head and continued down the beach. At some point I took my shoes off and shifted the sand between my toes. Even thought I had a ship and everything, I missed the ocean. I would have to move on, and I felt I was ready too. I went to the edge of the water, and sighed as the tide ran over my feet. Goose bumps jumped up on my arms and legs. I felt like I was a kid again. I couldn't help myself; I spun about in circles and went so fast I fell down in the sand. I pulled my self away from the soaked sand, and sat there, playing with handfuls of sand and looking up at the sky. I heard a grunt as Jack plopped down next to me. "This, this is what freedoms all about." I looked at him, and smiled. Jack could ruin things, and then he could make them better.
Jack handed me a bottle of rum, and I gave the contents a good look over before downing the whole thing in a few seconds. Jack watched me and then did the same to what was left of his. I sat up totally, and looked him in the eye. "Is that a challenge?" Jack eyed, and his grin widened, "Take it as you will." I held out my hand for another bottle but Jack didn't move. It was almost as if he stopped breathing. He jerked around a bit, and then hissed through his teeth before giving a pleased sigh. He slowly turned to me, and then jumped on me. I would have screamed, but his hand was over my mouth. He kissed me, but his kiss was cold, dead, and almost made me freeze. I knocked him off, and quickly got up. I screamed this time. His eyes where stone cold in his face. I ran. My feet sunk down into the sand and I heard him running after me. I pulled out my cutlass and blocked his sword just in time.
I knew how to get rid of him, so I took my cutlass and tried to cut him just slightly. Barbosa's laugh came from Jack's mouth as he blocked my attempt. "Nice try, Abe." His said my name as if he meant something more of it. I didn't understand any of it. I ducked when he tried to cut my head, and picked up sand in my hand. I tossed the sand into his face. My blade went to his shine, and I could see the small slice I had made on his skin. Jack fell and suddenly started to jerk about, as if he was crazy. I slapped him, and slowly his body took the form I saw Norrington take. "No!" I slapped Jack; I shook him and tried my best to stop what was happening. I had an idea. It came from an old story my father once told me. I cut my palm, and let the blood slowly ooze out of my cut. I then put no more than a drop on Jack's mouth, and then on the cut.
It took a good half-hour from anything to happen. I was so shocked I screamed when Jack suddenly jumped back to life. He looked around. "Where the bloody hell am I?" He looked down at me, and laughed, "What the hell did you do, luv?" I made up the best excuse, "I was attacked, and you got hurt trying to save me. They whacked you on the head, and where about to run off with me, but I took your sword and did a number on them." Jack looked where I had a few nicks and bruises on my arms. "And they did a number on you too, luv." I nodded. I didn't want to hang around here anymore. I stood up, and dusted myself off. While running I had sprained my ankle a bit, and I limped a bit as I started back down the beach. Jack came and tried to pick me up, but I smacked his hand. "I'm not a pansy, get yeh hands off me!" Jack watched me with a grin on his face as I hobbled down the beach. I felt something slide down my finger and drip off the tip of it. I looked down to see a drop of blood on the sand.
Jack ran up to me, and grabbed my hand. I yelled when he held it still to look at the cut. Then, it suddenly hit him. His hand made a slight gesture to his shin, and then moved around as if he was being shaken. He was putting the whole thing together. He stopped walking a looked at me, "Why did you do that?" I turned to face him, doing what I hope was a confused face. "Do what?"
"Save me?" Jack looked me right in the eye. "I did no such thing!" Jack just laughed and skipped along side of me singing, "Yes you did! Yes you did! The lousy drinker saved me!" I held out my leg to my side and Jack tripped in the sand. I laughed and walked by, but Jack caught my leg and held on to it. I fell too. I heard something pop before a huge pain ran up my leg. I yelled, "Bloody hell! What did you do Sparrow!" Jack got up and looked at me, trying to stand, but falling down when ever any pressure went on my leg. "You know, I don't have any idea, luv." Jack pulled me to my feet and tried to carry me again. I pushed myself out of his arms and fell with a big thud onto the sand again. I dragged myself through the sand, ignoring Jack's laughter the whole time. Suddenly I felt someone behind me, and I looked to see my older sister standing over me.
Disclaimer: I will never own PoTC...I think I'm going to cry!
Mickey Mouse: GOOD!
Packman, Bruise, and Pirate: Charge!
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I sat in that bed for days. Soon, we would reach Port Royal, and soon I would have to tell my family. Having a child could have worked for me, and I knew that somewhere inside of me, some crazy part of me, I wanted that baby to live, more than I wanted to live myself. Elizabeth came in everyday, and chatted with me. I found myself wishing she would just go away. When I did bother to get up from the bed, it was to see where we were. What I saw shocked me. The port we were docked at was anything but Port Royal. There was the constant sound of gunfire, and even on the docks, I saw the women walking around, wearing dresses the barely covered their chests.
There was a knock at the door, and Jack walked in. I turned to face him, and he laughed at the look on my face, "Welcome to Port Sivlow, Tortuga's identical twin. I thought you could use a brake from my room, and I really would like my room back." He dumped a few shirts and pants on the bed, and then a cutlass next to that. I raised my eyebrow, "You really trust me to that point?" Jack grinned, "And that's why I promised William you wouldn't leave my side. And you're a pirate, Ms. Bartholomew; pirates don't let things get to them." Jack winked at me before he left. I changed, and used a belt I found tossed in a corner to hold the cutlass and the loose pants to my waist. I combed my slightly oily hair, and tied it out of my face. I left the cabin for the first time, and made a mad dash for Elizabeth and William's cabin. Elizabeth was waiting for me there, and in her hand she held a pair of glasses, just what I was looking for. She gave me a hug, and I smiled at her, "Thank you." Elizabeth held tight to my hand, "Be careful. Have you thought any more about staying with Will and I?"
I didn't answer. I couldn't. As much as I loved my family, as much as I trusted Elizabeth and William, I knew what was waiting for me back in Port Royal. There was no doubt in my mind that Jason and all my cousins would have found a husband for me. "Abby?" I turned back to Elizabeth and shook my head. Jack tapped me on the shoulder, "Time to go." He held out his arm, but I just walked by him, ignoring him, and headed down the gangplank. William may have wanted Jack to say with me, but that didn't mean I would have to stay with him. I walked down the street, and as always, my glasses made me invisible to everyone. I knew Jack was only a few paces behind me, and I wanted it to stay like that. I walked down to where the beach was. It was a full moon, and you could see the stars so clearly that I had to stop for a moment to look at it all.
I heard the sound of a cork being popped, and turned to see Jack drinking from a bottle of rum. I shook my head and continued down the beach. At some point I took my shoes off and shifted the sand between my toes. Even thought I had a ship and everything, I missed the ocean. I would have to move on, and I felt I was ready too. I went to the edge of the water, and sighed as the tide ran over my feet. Goose bumps jumped up on my arms and legs. I felt like I was a kid again. I couldn't help myself; I spun about in circles and went so fast I fell down in the sand. I pulled my self away from the soaked sand, and sat there, playing with handfuls of sand and looking up at the sky. I heard a grunt as Jack plopped down next to me. "This, this is what freedoms all about." I looked at him, and smiled. Jack could ruin things, and then he could make them better.
Jack handed me a bottle of rum, and I gave the contents a good look over before downing the whole thing in a few seconds. Jack watched me and then did the same to what was left of his. I sat up totally, and looked him in the eye. "Is that a challenge?" Jack eyed, and his grin widened, "Take it as you will." I held out my hand for another bottle but Jack didn't move. It was almost as if he stopped breathing. He jerked around a bit, and then hissed through his teeth before giving a pleased sigh. He slowly turned to me, and then jumped on me. I would have screamed, but his hand was over my mouth. He kissed me, but his kiss was cold, dead, and almost made me freeze. I knocked him off, and quickly got up. I screamed this time. His eyes where stone cold in his face. I ran. My feet sunk down into the sand and I heard him running after me. I pulled out my cutlass and blocked his sword just in time.
I knew how to get rid of him, so I took my cutlass and tried to cut him just slightly. Barbosa's laugh came from Jack's mouth as he blocked my attempt. "Nice try, Abe." His said my name as if he meant something more of it. I didn't understand any of it. I ducked when he tried to cut my head, and picked up sand in my hand. I tossed the sand into his face. My blade went to his shine, and I could see the small slice I had made on his skin. Jack fell and suddenly started to jerk about, as if he was crazy. I slapped him, and slowly his body took the form I saw Norrington take. "No!" I slapped Jack; I shook him and tried my best to stop what was happening. I had an idea. It came from an old story my father once told me. I cut my palm, and let the blood slowly ooze out of my cut. I then put no more than a drop on Jack's mouth, and then on the cut.
It took a good half-hour from anything to happen. I was so shocked I screamed when Jack suddenly jumped back to life. He looked around. "Where the bloody hell am I?" He looked down at me, and laughed, "What the hell did you do, luv?" I made up the best excuse, "I was attacked, and you got hurt trying to save me. They whacked you on the head, and where about to run off with me, but I took your sword and did a number on them." Jack looked where I had a few nicks and bruises on my arms. "And they did a number on you too, luv." I nodded. I didn't want to hang around here anymore. I stood up, and dusted myself off. While running I had sprained my ankle a bit, and I limped a bit as I started back down the beach. Jack came and tried to pick me up, but I smacked his hand. "I'm not a pansy, get yeh hands off me!" Jack watched me with a grin on his face as I hobbled down the beach. I felt something slide down my finger and drip off the tip of it. I looked down to see a drop of blood on the sand.
Jack ran up to me, and grabbed my hand. I yelled when he held it still to look at the cut. Then, it suddenly hit him. His hand made a slight gesture to his shin, and then moved around as if he was being shaken. He was putting the whole thing together. He stopped walking a looked at me, "Why did you do that?" I turned to face him, doing what I hope was a confused face. "Do what?"
"Save me?" Jack looked me right in the eye. "I did no such thing!" Jack just laughed and skipped along side of me singing, "Yes you did! Yes you did! The lousy drinker saved me!" I held out my leg to my side and Jack tripped in the sand. I laughed and walked by, but Jack caught my leg and held on to it. I fell too. I heard something pop before a huge pain ran up my leg. I yelled, "Bloody hell! What did you do Sparrow!" Jack got up and looked at me, trying to stand, but falling down when ever any pressure went on my leg. "You know, I don't have any idea, luv." Jack pulled me to my feet and tried to carry me again. I pushed myself out of his arms and fell with a big thud onto the sand again. I dragged myself through the sand, ignoring Jack's laughter the whole time. Suddenly I felt someone behind me, and I looked to see my older sister standing over me.
