A/N: I don't own PoTC....I'm going to go cry now...
"Forget it Jason. You can dress me up all you want to look like a noblewoman, but 'm not. There is no way I'm going to-" Jason came forward, and took me by my elbow, and pulled me to an unoccupied room. He closed and locked the door behind me. "Abby, you and I both know that you can't keep on sailing around on merchant ships for your whole life. Now, Matthew Grover is a fine man-" I cut him off, "Yes, a fine man. And more than twice my age!" Jason shook his head and began pacing. "I've been worried about you for years, Abby. And now that I've found you again, I want you to stay safe and out of harms way. I'm your older brother and it's my job to protect you."
"But I don't need to be protected, Jason! That's the point! I've taken care of my self, and Tara for so long I couldn't stand having someone else try." I took Jason's hand in mine, and made him look up at me, "Listen to me, look me in the eye and tell me that you want me to marry this man." Jason's eyes cast down and he shook his head, "No, no I don't. But mother is dying. You should stop running around like you have been. You worry her more than all our siblings put together. What with Janet showing up out of no where, and Mary's death. It's pushing her too far. A great burden would be lifted from her if you would just settle down." Jason always used mother on me to get me to do things. But Jack's pirate lessons had taken effect.
"I'm not marrying, Jason. Why can't I just be a pirate along with you and our family? It would be the rebirth of Silver Arrow. I couldn't stand just to sit around all day doing nothing!" Jason turned to me, he face set, as if he knew the reaction his words would have, "Mr. Grover isn't marrying you just for our benefit. He is getting older, and needs and heir to his estate." I looked Jason dead in the eye, "No! Absolutely not! I won't do it, Jason! I would be right down there with the Tortuain whores! I'm not going to marry this man so he can treat me like a baby factory!" I turned on heal, and would have left the room, but the door was locked, and Jason had the key hidden somewhere.
"Jason you let me out of this room right now, or you'll lose me forever!" Jason just stood there, watching me closely. I banged my fist against the wall sharply to prove my point, but he didn't budge. His face was frozen, as if he were shocked almost, and could show it. He fell forward, showing the knife sticking out of his back, and Mr. Grover standing behind him, his eyes as cold as ice. I ran to the nearest window, and tried to open it, but couldn't. Barbosa didn't make a move towards me; he merely laughed as I tried to kick the door down. He crossed the room, and easily pinned me to the wall. I felt the tip of a knife prick me through the dress's thin fabric. Someone started to bang on the door, and Barbosa looked somewhat pleased. Soon, the pounding became louder, and I heard Jack shouting to me through the door. Barbosa just looked at me, and as if his eye were forcing me to move, I soon found myself leaning against the wall across from the door.
Barbosa stood near the door an opened it. Jack nearly ran into the room, he saw the look on my face and at once drew his sword. The fight lasted only a few seconds. Jack was just about to be stabbed, and almost was, but Eric ran into the room, and killed Barbosa from behind. "That man was on our ship, and he just started to act crazy. We dropped him off where he wanted, but Ralf, Davie, Nick, and I stayed behind. We knew the look in that eye." Eric ran over to me, as if to try and speak to me alone. I just looked down at Jason's body, blood streaming from his wound. I stood there, just looking at the body. Eric was going on and on about something or another, but I just watched as the floor turn crimson. Jack took me by the shoulders, and tried to move me from the room. I let myself be moved away, and Jack led me all the way up to my room.
He sat me down on my bed, and it was only a few minutes later that my cousins came running into my room, trying to get me to tell them what happened. Jack pushed them all out, and took my hand, "Abby, I know that-" I wouldn't let him finish. I stood, and started to pack. Jack watched me in awe as I stuffed all manner of life into my bag. I turned to Jack, trying to look and sound strong. "You're taking me to that island where you killed him Jack. Don't even try to argue." I felt my legs weakening, and tears pricking the back of my eyes. Jack stepped forward, and wrapped me in his arms. I cried into his shirt. I don't know how long it was, but when I woke up, I was still in my dress. Jack was gone, and my eyes stung from crying myself to sleep.
There was an urgent knock on my door, and a slip of paper slid under the door. I quickly dressed into my normal clothes, and ran to my mother's room. She was taking deep, shaky breaths, her hand grasped Janet's, and Caitlin stood in the corner, her small daughter crying into her skirt. Mother's skin was pale, and cooled for some reason. I knelt down by her bedside, and held on to her other hand. "What happened?" Timothy came into the room, followed by my other relatives. The room was very big, and still, people poured out into the hallway. Uncle Matthew pushed everyone aside, and said, in no more than a whisper, "She went into shock from your brother's death. We didn't want to bother you with it, you had gone through enough." I glared at my uncle, and turned back to my mother I stood, kissed her lightly on the cheek and whispered into her ear, "Hold on mommy, justice will be done."
I smiled at her surprised face. The last time I had called her mommy was the night father died, and she rocked me to sleep. I left the room; everyone's eyes followed me, shocked that I would leave when my mother was near death. Ralf, Nick, Davie, Eric, and even Jack waited for me by the bottom of the stairs. William and Elizabeth followed by Davies's family rushed after us as we quickly started on our way to the docks. There the Pearl waited for us to come and sail her away. The crew were still in one piece, and my cabin remained just as it had been before. Jack suddenly popped his head into the room. He looked at the lock, where an old fight made the thing impossible to shut, let alone lock. He took my bag off my bed without another word, and placed it in a different cabin, not far from his own. I smirked, "Are you trying to tell me something, Jack?"
He gave a hearty laugh, and even though I was kidding, walked right up to me and placed his hands on my hips, "Is that an invitation?" I rolled my eyes and pushed his hands off. But Jack put them back just as fast. "Why go so shy now, Miss Rebecca Stevens?" I had no idea what was wrong with me. I felt my cheeks go red and tried to turn away, but soon our lips were fixed on each others, and even I was too swept away to do anything about it. William suddenly walked into the room. He took one look at Jack with his hands slowly working around me and left as quickly as he had come. Jack and I stepped back. He went off after William, and I was left in my room, ready to bang my head against the wall for what I was getting myself into.
I closed and locked the door. This one had a lock, and I was relieved. A little while later I heard someone knock, but I had borrowed a book from Elizabeth and was too busy reading to notice or hear Jack pick the lock, and slip in. It was late, so I was lying on my stomach across the bed, in an odd pair of underwear that Elizabeth had given me. It was a nightgown with two layers. One was like a piece of clothing that covered my body. It was slightly frilly, and there was another piece that I hadn't put on, because I was foolish enough to get draw up in the book. There was a slight draft (Jack opened the door and slipped into a corner, wind blew air down into the room), so I got up from the bed, not looking away from the book for a second. I checked the window, to see that it was closed tightly. I turned and saw that the door was wide open. I rushed over and shut it, thinking to myself on how it could have opened. I even locked it, knowing that Jack would try something.
Goose bumps showed up on my arms, so I pulled the odd nightdress over the much-hated tight, underwear. Then, only seconds after, a hand slip over my mouth, and I was pulled close to someone's body. Their hand stayed tight to my mouth, but their other hand slid around my middle. I could tell by the tattoo that it was Jack. He kissed my neck, and a shiver went through me. I turned to face him, my face as stern as it could be. "Jack, I really don't think-" Jack cut me off by locking his lips on mine. I forced the kiss to stay short and then a backed away from him. "Jack, I can't." His eyes didn't change a bit from the thirsty look. I looked at him harder, to be sure that it was really him, and it was. A smirk slid onto his face and he stepped towards me. For the first time in my life, I stepped back from something, not because I wanted to, believe me I wanted to be with Jack more than anything. I stepped back because my brother's voice was in my head.
It seemed that hesitating on whether or not I should say something, or leave, only made Jack's sly grin widen. He kept on walking closer, and I soon found countless worries and 'what ifs' flying through my head. Then, out of no where, a memory from when I was a child came to me. I remembered sitting on my front steps, teaching a game to Mary. I suddenly remembered someone grabbing me, and dragging me away. I was used to my cousins play tricks on me, blind folding me, and then dragging me off somewhere. But this was different. I looked back at Mary, and pleaded with her. I saw her run off, and as if the person had picked up on it, I was slung over a shoulder like a bag of beans, and soon he was running through the palm trees surrounding the house. I hit my head, and then at some point, I remembered choking, coughing up something that was forced down my throat. Someone was talking loudly, and I heard them whisper in a young, but weathered voice, "She's my little life line."
The memory ended as soon as it started. I looked up at Jack, my face frozen in fear. I tried to run from the room, but he held me back, and pushed my to the bed, forcing me to sit down. "What's the matter, Abby? What happened?" How can you tell someone that you were their enemy's one link to life?
"Forget it Jason. You can dress me up all you want to look like a noblewoman, but 'm not. There is no way I'm going to-" Jason came forward, and took me by my elbow, and pulled me to an unoccupied room. He closed and locked the door behind me. "Abby, you and I both know that you can't keep on sailing around on merchant ships for your whole life. Now, Matthew Grover is a fine man-" I cut him off, "Yes, a fine man. And more than twice my age!" Jason shook his head and began pacing. "I've been worried about you for years, Abby. And now that I've found you again, I want you to stay safe and out of harms way. I'm your older brother and it's my job to protect you."
"But I don't need to be protected, Jason! That's the point! I've taken care of my self, and Tara for so long I couldn't stand having someone else try." I took Jason's hand in mine, and made him look up at me, "Listen to me, look me in the eye and tell me that you want me to marry this man." Jason's eyes cast down and he shook his head, "No, no I don't. But mother is dying. You should stop running around like you have been. You worry her more than all our siblings put together. What with Janet showing up out of no where, and Mary's death. It's pushing her too far. A great burden would be lifted from her if you would just settle down." Jason always used mother on me to get me to do things. But Jack's pirate lessons had taken effect.
"I'm not marrying, Jason. Why can't I just be a pirate along with you and our family? It would be the rebirth of Silver Arrow. I couldn't stand just to sit around all day doing nothing!" Jason turned to me, he face set, as if he knew the reaction his words would have, "Mr. Grover isn't marrying you just for our benefit. He is getting older, and needs and heir to his estate." I looked Jason dead in the eye, "No! Absolutely not! I won't do it, Jason! I would be right down there with the Tortuain whores! I'm not going to marry this man so he can treat me like a baby factory!" I turned on heal, and would have left the room, but the door was locked, and Jason had the key hidden somewhere.
"Jason you let me out of this room right now, or you'll lose me forever!" Jason just stood there, watching me closely. I banged my fist against the wall sharply to prove my point, but he didn't budge. His face was frozen, as if he were shocked almost, and could show it. He fell forward, showing the knife sticking out of his back, and Mr. Grover standing behind him, his eyes as cold as ice. I ran to the nearest window, and tried to open it, but couldn't. Barbosa didn't make a move towards me; he merely laughed as I tried to kick the door down. He crossed the room, and easily pinned me to the wall. I felt the tip of a knife prick me through the dress's thin fabric. Someone started to bang on the door, and Barbosa looked somewhat pleased. Soon, the pounding became louder, and I heard Jack shouting to me through the door. Barbosa just looked at me, and as if his eye were forcing me to move, I soon found myself leaning against the wall across from the door.
Barbosa stood near the door an opened it. Jack nearly ran into the room, he saw the look on my face and at once drew his sword. The fight lasted only a few seconds. Jack was just about to be stabbed, and almost was, but Eric ran into the room, and killed Barbosa from behind. "That man was on our ship, and he just started to act crazy. We dropped him off where he wanted, but Ralf, Davie, Nick, and I stayed behind. We knew the look in that eye." Eric ran over to me, as if to try and speak to me alone. I just looked down at Jason's body, blood streaming from his wound. I stood there, just looking at the body. Eric was going on and on about something or another, but I just watched as the floor turn crimson. Jack took me by the shoulders, and tried to move me from the room. I let myself be moved away, and Jack led me all the way up to my room.
He sat me down on my bed, and it was only a few minutes later that my cousins came running into my room, trying to get me to tell them what happened. Jack pushed them all out, and took my hand, "Abby, I know that-" I wouldn't let him finish. I stood, and started to pack. Jack watched me in awe as I stuffed all manner of life into my bag. I turned to Jack, trying to look and sound strong. "You're taking me to that island where you killed him Jack. Don't even try to argue." I felt my legs weakening, and tears pricking the back of my eyes. Jack stepped forward, and wrapped me in his arms. I cried into his shirt. I don't know how long it was, but when I woke up, I was still in my dress. Jack was gone, and my eyes stung from crying myself to sleep.
There was an urgent knock on my door, and a slip of paper slid under the door. I quickly dressed into my normal clothes, and ran to my mother's room. She was taking deep, shaky breaths, her hand grasped Janet's, and Caitlin stood in the corner, her small daughter crying into her skirt. Mother's skin was pale, and cooled for some reason. I knelt down by her bedside, and held on to her other hand. "What happened?" Timothy came into the room, followed by my other relatives. The room was very big, and still, people poured out into the hallway. Uncle Matthew pushed everyone aside, and said, in no more than a whisper, "She went into shock from your brother's death. We didn't want to bother you with it, you had gone through enough." I glared at my uncle, and turned back to my mother I stood, kissed her lightly on the cheek and whispered into her ear, "Hold on mommy, justice will be done."
I smiled at her surprised face. The last time I had called her mommy was the night father died, and she rocked me to sleep. I left the room; everyone's eyes followed me, shocked that I would leave when my mother was near death. Ralf, Nick, Davie, Eric, and even Jack waited for me by the bottom of the stairs. William and Elizabeth followed by Davies's family rushed after us as we quickly started on our way to the docks. There the Pearl waited for us to come and sail her away. The crew were still in one piece, and my cabin remained just as it had been before. Jack suddenly popped his head into the room. He looked at the lock, where an old fight made the thing impossible to shut, let alone lock. He took my bag off my bed without another word, and placed it in a different cabin, not far from his own. I smirked, "Are you trying to tell me something, Jack?"
He gave a hearty laugh, and even though I was kidding, walked right up to me and placed his hands on my hips, "Is that an invitation?" I rolled my eyes and pushed his hands off. But Jack put them back just as fast. "Why go so shy now, Miss Rebecca Stevens?" I had no idea what was wrong with me. I felt my cheeks go red and tried to turn away, but soon our lips were fixed on each others, and even I was too swept away to do anything about it. William suddenly walked into the room. He took one look at Jack with his hands slowly working around me and left as quickly as he had come. Jack and I stepped back. He went off after William, and I was left in my room, ready to bang my head against the wall for what I was getting myself into.
I closed and locked the door. This one had a lock, and I was relieved. A little while later I heard someone knock, but I had borrowed a book from Elizabeth and was too busy reading to notice or hear Jack pick the lock, and slip in. It was late, so I was lying on my stomach across the bed, in an odd pair of underwear that Elizabeth had given me. It was a nightgown with two layers. One was like a piece of clothing that covered my body. It was slightly frilly, and there was another piece that I hadn't put on, because I was foolish enough to get draw up in the book. There was a slight draft (Jack opened the door and slipped into a corner, wind blew air down into the room), so I got up from the bed, not looking away from the book for a second. I checked the window, to see that it was closed tightly. I turned and saw that the door was wide open. I rushed over and shut it, thinking to myself on how it could have opened. I even locked it, knowing that Jack would try something.
Goose bumps showed up on my arms, so I pulled the odd nightdress over the much-hated tight, underwear. Then, only seconds after, a hand slip over my mouth, and I was pulled close to someone's body. Their hand stayed tight to my mouth, but their other hand slid around my middle. I could tell by the tattoo that it was Jack. He kissed my neck, and a shiver went through me. I turned to face him, my face as stern as it could be. "Jack, I really don't think-" Jack cut me off by locking his lips on mine. I forced the kiss to stay short and then a backed away from him. "Jack, I can't." His eyes didn't change a bit from the thirsty look. I looked at him harder, to be sure that it was really him, and it was. A smirk slid onto his face and he stepped towards me. For the first time in my life, I stepped back from something, not because I wanted to, believe me I wanted to be with Jack more than anything. I stepped back because my brother's voice was in my head.
It seemed that hesitating on whether or not I should say something, or leave, only made Jack's sly grin widen. He kept on walking closer, and I soon found countless worries and 'what ifs' flying through my head. Then, out of no where, a memory from when I was a child came to me. I remembered sitting on my front steps, teaching a game to Mary. I suddenly remembered someone grabbing me, and dragging me away. I was used to my cousins play tricks on me, blind folding me, and then dragging me off somewhere. But this was different. I looked back at Mary, and pleaded with her. I saw her run off, and as if the person had picked up on it, I was slung over a shoulder like a bag of beans, and soon he was running through the palm trees surrounding the house. I hit my head, and then at some point, I remembered choking, coughing up something that was forced down my throat. Someone was talking loudly, and I heard them whisper in a young, but weathered voice, "She's my little life line."
The memory ended as soon as it started. I looked up at Jack, my face frozen in fear. I tried to run from the room, but he held me back, and pushed my to the bed, forcing me to sit down. "What's the matter, Abby? What happened?" How can you tell someone that you were their enemy's one link to life?
