A/N: I don't own PoTC...Disney does. I'M ALMOST DONE WITH THE FANFICTION!
It will be the FIRST that I really finished! YIPPY!
I stepped into the cavern. There were a number of people roaming about. All of them shimmered, as if they weren't really there. And I could see through all of them. I looked down at my cut, and saw the blood began to drip from the rag it was so soaked. I must be hallucinating. I suddenly saw my mother. She was standing next to someone, an older man. It was my father. They held hands, and looked like they were young again. Suddenly, they were the only two shimmering people in the room. They smiled at me, as if they knew who I was. There were two balls of light that slowly started to grow and form into Mary and Jason. They looked just like they did before my father died.
Tears wet my cheeks, and I watched them. It was like watching my life over again. As they walked about the place, it looked like they were going about their daily lives. A few of my aunt and uncles, the ones I hadn't seen since I was 10, walked about, chatting with them. Then, suddenly, my mother walked over to me. My father followed. I ran to hug them, but I stopped. I ran my hand through my mother's 'body'. It was a dream, it had to be. My hand went right through her. I crumpled to the floor, not moving, tears pouring down my cheeks. I knew what it meant, and I refused to think of it. My mother couldn't be dead. On the floor of the cave, my tears mixed with the blood coming from my wrist. I took a good look at my skin, and saw that it was pale.
"Oh god", I thought. "I'm going to die." Suddenly, I felt an odd, cooling warmth on my shoulder, to she the ghost of my father, with his hand resting on my shoulder. He took my bleeding hand, and touched it gently. The wound slowly started to close. I gasped, and backed away from them in slight fear. Jason and Mary, my aunts and uncles came forward, and they all started to fade a bit. They were leaving. I choked back more tears, and bit down on my tongue to stop from screaming out for them. My mother walked forward, and put a hand on my cheek. I put mine over her's, and held it for as long as I could. Soon, I was holding only air. Seconds before, my mother had whispered something. I didn't hear her. Suddenly, I was over come with a dizzy fit, and fell to the ground, the room spinning around me.
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There were soft voices, echoing around in my head. I groaned, my head hurt so much that I had trouble even thinking about what could have happened. I suddenly saw that I was no longer on a cave floor, but in a bed. The voices continued to get louder and I sat up in the bed, only to fall back again. I held my head, as if it was going to fall off. "Where the hell am I?" I heard more arguing, and when the room stopped spinning, I could make out the faces of Jack, Will, Elizabeth, Davie, Eric, Ralf, Nick, and Davie's wife. There was a younger girl, sitting in the corner. She spoke, and I knew who it was, "Shut up! She's awake." Jezebel walked over and placed her hand to my head. "Jezebel! What are you doing here?" She grinned, "I came here to help you, but Jack found me when the pirates attacked, and locked me in a closet."
I tried to sit up, but someone pushed me back down. It was Eric. "Abby, don't move. You lost a lot of blood thanks to that oaf. We'll be at the fort soon." That snapped me awake. I slapped Eric so hard on the face that everyone winced at the sound. "You bastard! I'm a pirate! Jack's a pirate! We'll both be hung, and Will might be arrested!" I was about to get out of bed, but Jack held me down this time. Unlike Eric, he wasn't afraid to use all his strength. "Now sit down and shut up. We all ready got the ship turned around, and we're heading for Tortuga." I relaxed, and fell back into the bed.
Jack and I smiled at each other, and as if we both wore a sign huge and blinking, Eric let out a growl and Pulled out his pistol. He was about to shoot Jack, but Jezebel stepped in front of him, and the bullet grazed her arm. I screamed, soon the room was full of screaming and yelling. Everyone, but Jack and Jezebel moved Eric from the room. Jack walked over to the door, shut it, and locked it. "Jezebel! Are you okay?" I motioned for her to come over. The wound wasn't that bad, but it would need to be cleaned and wrapped. Jack took care of that using the cloth we had from my own wound. After a while, William knocked on the door, and Jack answered it, making sure that Eric wasn't near by. They talked in low whispers, and then there was a sudden out burst on the deck.
This time I got up from the bed, and Jezebel stayed well out of my way. I walked out to the door, pushed Jack out of the way, to see a red faced Eric silenced at the look on my face. "What the HELL is going on out here? Eric pointed a finger at me, and then tried to calm down enough to speak. "You gave yourself to him! You did! You're no better than some whore he just picked up off the street!" I stood still, unable to move, and then I breathed calmly. Who would care? It was my decision. "So what if I did? My father was no more than a pirate as well? Why should it bother anyone?" Eric looked me straight in the eye, and the words came tumbling from his mouth. "Jason promised you to me. If you wouldn't marry that other man, he was going to have us married. I loved you Abigail! And now you go and damn the whole thing to bits!" I stared blankly at Eric. "I never loved you, Eric. How could my brother, promise me to you, when there was nothing there to begin with?"
Eric flung his hand back, ready to hit me, but Jack grabbed his wrist, and twisted it around. "Touch her, and you'll lose more than just your pride." Jack released his hand, and Eric was about to jump on him, but I stepped in the way. I saw the flash of a dagger before anyone else did, and soon, I was lying, crumpled on the deck, a knife in my side, and more of my blood spilling out onto the deck. Davie's wife screamed, and Elizabeth ran over to me. Eric looked from his hands to me, lying on the deck, trying to breathe. He took his pistol out, But Will stopped him before he could shoot himself. Nick and Davie forced Eric down to the hold, and Jack carried back into his cabin. Jezebel watched as blood slowly started to turn the sheets crimson, soaking down into the mattress. Jack pulled out the knife, and Elizabeth came running.
I was numb all over, and couldn't feel Jack cleaning the wound. Before he could reach for the needle to sew me up, I grasped his hand. "Jack, I meant to tell you. I-I love you, Jack." He kissed me, and only stopped when I hissed in pain because of my wound. It had stopped bleeding, but Jack's weight had pushed on to it. There was a knock at the door, and Jack said they could come in. His eyes didn't leave mine. Will and Elizabeth came in, both of them seemed upset about something. Elizabeth said she would watch over me, and Will took Jack by the arm. "I can navigate my own way around my ship!" Jack took his arm from Will's grasp, and left the room, not looking back at me.
Elizabeth knelt by the bed, and grasped my hand. Abby, did you really give yourself to Jack?" I sprung up; not minding that it felt like my side had torn open again. "What difference should it make? Why does everyone care about whether or not I gave myself to the man I chose, or if I continue to be a pirate?" Elizabeth shook her head, "That's the thing, Abby. You're not a pirate. Do you know what a pirate does, how many lives he takes? What about children? Do you think Jack would give you them, so someone will love you when you're old and frail? And do you really think Jack is going to give up all his...pleasurable company and marry you?"
I looked up at Elizabeth, and as much as I hated to think it, but she was right. Jack was a pirate, and the only way to get by the fact that he killed innocence people everyday, was to ignore it. And I could never do that. I could never sit in a house on some random island, and wait for Jack to come back, wondering if he would. I was jerked out of my thoughts by the sound of a gunshot, and Elizabeth held me back when I tried to see what happened. There was a splash, shouting, and then someone banging on the door. Eric rushed in, and pushed Elizabeth away when she tried to stop him. He dropped by the bed, tears in his eyes. "Forgive me. I never meant to hurt anyone, I just wanted him gone, away from you." There were tears in his eyes. Will came to the doorway, and in his hands, he held a three corner hat.
I stepped into the cavern. There were a number of people roaming about. All of them shimmered, as if they weren't really there. And I could see through all of them. I looked down at my cut, and saw the blood began to drip from the rag it was so soaked. I must be hallucinating. I suddenly saw my mother. She was standing next to someone, an older man. It was my father. They held hands, and looked like they were young again. Suddenly, they were the only two shimmering people in the room. They smiled at me, as if they knew who I was. There were two balls of light that slowly started to grow and form into Mary and Jason. They looked just like they did before my father died.
Tears wet my cheeks, and I watched them. It was like watching my life over again. As they walked about the place, it looked like they were going about their daily lives. A few of my aunt and uncles, the ones I hadn't seen since I was 10, walked about, chatting with them. Then, suddenly, my mother walked over to me. My father followed. I ran to hug them, but I stopped. I ran my hand through my mother's 'body'. It was a dream, it had to be. My hand went right through her. I crumpled to the floor, not moving, tears pouring down my cheeks. I knew what it meant, and I refused to think of it. My mother couldn't be dead. On the floor of the cave, my tears mixed with the blood coming from my wrist. I took a good look at my skin, and saw that it was pale.
"Oh god", I thought. "I'm going to die." Suddenly, I felt an odd, cooling warmth on my shoulder, to she the ghost of my father, with his hand resting on my shoulder. He took my bleeding hand, and touched it gently. The wound slowly started to close. I gasped, and backed away from them in slight fear. Jason and Mary, my aunts and uncles came forward, and they all started to fade a bit. They were leaving. I choked back more tears, and bit down on my tongue to stop from screaming out for them. My mother walked forward, and put a hand on my cheek. I put mine over her's, and held it for as long as I could. Soon, I was holding only air. Seconds before, my mother had whispered something. I didn't hear her. Suddenly, I was over come with a dizzy fit, and fell to the ground, the room spinning around me.
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There were soft voices, echoing around in my head. I groaned, my head hurt so much that I had trouble even thinking about what could have happened. I suddenly saw that I was no longer on a cave floor, but in a bed. The voices continued to get louder and I sat up in the bed, only to fall back again. I held my head, as if it was going to fall off. "Where the hell am I?" I heard more arguing, and when the room stopped spinning, I could make out the faces of Jack, Will, Elizabeth, Davie, Eric, Ralf, Nick, and Davie's wife. There was a younger girl, sitting in the corner. She spoke, and I knew who it was, "Shut up! She's awake." Jezebel walked over and placed her hand to my head. "Jezebel! What are you doing here?" She grinned, "I came here to help you, but Jack found me when the pirates attacked, and locked me in a closet."
I tried to sit up, but someone pushed me back down. It was Eric. "Abby, don't move. You lost a lot of blood thanks to that oaf. We'll be at the fort soon." That snapped me awake. I slapped Eric so hard on the face that everyone winced at the sound. "You bastard! I'm a pirate! Jack's a pirate! We'll both be hung, and Will might be arrested!" I was about to get out of bed, but Jack held me down this time. Unlike Eric, he wasn't afraid to use all his strength. "Now sit down and shut up. We all ready got the ship turned around, and we're heading for Tortuga." I relaxed, and fell back into the bed.
Jack and I smiled at each other, and as if we both wore a sign huge and blinking, Eric let out a growl and Pulled out his pistol. He was about to shoot Jack, but Jezebel stepped in front of him, and the bullet grazed her arm. I screamed, soon the room was full of screaming and yelling. Everyone, but Jack and Jezebel moved Eric from the room. Jack walked over to the door, shut it, and locked it. "Jezebel! Are you okay?" I motioned for her to come over. The wound wasn't that bad, but it would need to be cleaned and wrapped. Jack took care of that using the cloth we had from my own wound. After a while, William knocked on the door, and Jack answered it, making sure that Eric wasn't near by. They talked in low whispers, and then there was a sudden out burst on the deck.
This time I got up from the bed, and Jezebel stayed well out of my way. I walked out to the door, pushed Jack out of the way, to see a red faced Eric silenced at the look on my face. "What the HELL is going on out here? Eric pointed a finger at me, and then tried to calm down enough to speak. "You gave yourself to him! You did! You're no better than some whore he just picked up off the street!" I stood still, unable to move, and then I breathed calmly. Who would care? It was my decision. "So what if I did? My father was no more than a pirate as well? Why should it bother anyone?" Eric looked me straight in the eye, and the words came tumbling from his mouth. "Jason promised you to me. If you wouldn't marry that other man, he was going to have us married. I loved you Abigail! And now you go and damn the whole thing to bits!" I stared blankly at Eric. "I never loved you, Eric. How could my brother, promise me to you, when there was nothing there to begin with?"
Eric flung his hand back, ready to hit me, but Jack grabbed his wrist, and twisted it around. "Touch her, and you'll lose more than just your pride." Jack released his hand, and Eric was about to jump on him, but I stepped in the way. I saw the flash of a dagger before anyone else did, and soon, I was lying, crumpled on the deck, a knife in my side, and more of my blood spilling out onto the deck. Davie's wife screamed, and Elizabeth ran over to me. Eric looked from his hands to me, lying on the deck, trying to breathe. He took his pistol out, But Will stopped him before he could shoot himself. Nick and Davie forced Eric down to the hold, and Jack carried back into his cabin. Jezebel watched as blood slowly started to turn the sheets crimson, soaking down into the mattress. Jack pulled out the knife, and Elizabeth came running.
I was numb all over, and couldn't feel Jack cleaning the wound. Before he could reach for the needle to sew me up, I grasped his hand. "Jack, I meant to tell you. I-I love you, Jack." He kissed me, and only stopped when I hissed in pain because of my wound. It had stopped bleeding, but Jack's weight had pushed on to it. There was a knock at the door, and Jack said they could come in. His eyes didn't leave mine. Will and Elizabeth came in, both of them seemed upset about something. Elizabeth said she would watch over me, and Will took Jack by the arm. "I can navigate my own way around my ship!" Jack took his arm from Will's grasp, and left the room, not looking back at me.
Elizabeth knelt by the bed, and grasped my hand. Abby, did you really give yourself to Jack?" I sprung up; not minding that it felt like my side had torn open again. "What difference should it make? Why does everyone care about whether or not I gave myself to the man I chose, or if I continue to be a pirate?" Elizabeth shook her head, "That's the thing, Abby. You're not a pirate. Do you know what a pirate does, how many lives he takes? What about children? Do you think Jack would give you them, so someone will love you when you're old and frail? And do you really think Jack is going to give up all his...pleasurable company and marry you?"
I looked up at Elizabeth, and as much as I hated to think it, but she was right. Jack was a pirate, and the only way to get by the fact that he killed innocence people everyday, was to ignore it. And I could never do that. I could never sit in a house on some random island, and wait for Jack to come back, wondering if he would. I was jerked out of my thoughts by the sound of a gunshot, and Elizabeth held me back when I tried to see what happened. There was a splash, shouting, and then someone banging on the door. Eric rushed in, and pushed Elizabeth away when she tried to stop him. He dropped by the bed, tears in his eyes. "Forgive me. I never meant to hurt anyone, I just wanted him gone, away from you." There were tears in his eyes. Will came to the doorway, and in his hands, he held a three corner hat.
