A/N: Jack! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! What could this mean? (sniff)
My mind put it together in seconds. The smaller details were added in when I wasn't listening. In my mind I saw Jack attack Eric, Then it got so bad, that Will took a pistol and shot it in the air. They both fell over board, but Eric was able to cling to the side of the ship. Jack went over, falling into the crushing waves. I wanted to die, to stop breathing. But no one would give me such a gift. I didn't eat or sleep for days. I wouldn't leave Jack's cabin. We got to Tortuga, and a doctor came on board to look over my wound. He said I was fine, then tried to grope Elizabeth. The ship turned back to Port Royal, and when a refused to leave the ship, my cousin Richard came and carried me off. I was still clutching Jack's hat.
Two days after we returned to Port Royal, Richard started to talk with me for long hours. We had never been close. Caitlin visited, and even Jezebel and Janet. But no one could make me smile. Gibbs had set sail at once, more than ready to check every spit of land for Jack. I wanted to go with them, but they left early one morning, a day before they were supposed to, and I was left behind. I was playing with Jack's hat one day, and there was a small, folded letter, placed securely into one of the corners. It took a while for me to pry it out of place, but I managed to. The note was short, and left me numb:
Remember that necklace you always wear?
Your mother told me about it.
That day on the beach, when I took it,
I opened it.
Might as well go along with tradition...
Inside the folded paper, there was a ring. It was carved from wood, and seemed to ave patterns of waves over it. I slipped the ring over my left ring finger. It fit perfectly. I choked back tears, and whipped what was trailing on my cheeks when a knock came at my door. I hid my hand behind my back. It was Richard, with Ralf following behind him. "Abigail, Mr. Ligmond wishes to ask you something." Richard nudged Ralf forward, and he got down on one knee. My eyes grew huge, and I couldn't even speak. Ralf put his hand n his pocket, and closed his fit around something. I didn't want to know what it was. "Abe, will you marry me?" I gapped at Ralf, and he took my hand. But when he saw the ring already on it, he couldn't have looked more relieved.
"It seems that someone ahs beaten me to the prize. I should be going now." But Richard got a good look at the ring, before I could hide it once more, and he yanked my hand toward him. "This is Sparrow's ring, correct?" I didn't say anything, and why he tried to take the ring off my finger, I pulled my arm away from him. "Don't be foolish, Abigail! Jack Sparrow is dead!" I slowly pulled off his ring, and clutched it in my hand, then took Ralf's ring and jammed it on. It was gold, instead of wood and was plain. It looked odd on my fingers, and I hated it. "Happy Richard? Are you happy now?" I screamed at them until my voice was horse, "Is this what I have to do to make you happy? Give up everything I care about, just so I'm 'safe'?" I ran to the bedchambers of my room, and shammed the door shut.
From the way downstairs sounded, people were planning my wedding for me again. I was measured for a dress, and when it was finally finished and delivered, I made my own adjustments to it. I spent a great deal of my time, talking with Jezebel and Janet. Planning out what I wished to be done. I would have more say in this wedding at least. I was told when the date was, and an hour or so before I was to walk down the isle, I sat at my window seat, and looked out at the ocean.
I opened it as far as it would go, just to 'see'. I grinned to myself, and left it that way. I walked back to my dressing room and changed into the VERY low bodice, and the many skirts. The wedding gown itself was so tight, and yet so frilly with lace and silk that I felt like a human ball of lace. The top was frilly, the middle was so tight and slim I felt like at each end I was popping out more than I should, and showing more chest than even a Tortuga lass, if that was possible. The bottom of the dress had about ten different layers, including one I added myself. Elizabeth came in to curl my hair, and then left. There was a good half an hour, believe it or not, until I could leave. So I walked back into my room.
The window was closed, and I almost ran over to it, and pushed it open, as far as it would go. I took a deep breath of sea air, and my heart lifted. I went to the closet, and took out Jack's hat, just to see it one last time. I heard a slight snicker, and in a flash I turned around with a whirl of lace to see none other than Jack Sparrow, lying cross my bed, getting mud all over the sheets.
My mind put it together in seconds. The smaller details were added in when I wasn't listening. In my mind I saw Jack attack Eric, Then it got so bad, that Will took a pistol and shot it in the air. They both fell over board, but Eric was able to cling to the side of the ship. Jack went over, falling into the crushing waves. I wanted to die, to stop breathing. But no one would give me such a gift. I didn't eat or sleep for days. I wouldn't leave Jack's cabin. We got to Tortuga, and a doctor came on board to look over my wound. He said I was fine, then tried to grope Elizabeth. The ship turned back to Port Royal, and when a refused to leave the ship, my cousin Richard came and carried me off. I was still clutching Jack's hat.
Two days after we returned to Port Royal, Richard started to talk with me for long hours. We had never been close. Caitlin visited, and even Jezebel and Janet. But no one could make me smile. Gibbs had set sail at once, more than ready to check every spit of land for Jack. I wanted to go with them, but they left early one morning, a day before they were supposed to, and I was left behind. I was playing with Jack's hat one day, and there was a small, folded letter, placed securely into one of the corners. It took a while for me to pry it out of place, but I managed to. The note was short, and left me numb:
Remember that necklace you always wear?
Your mother told me about it.
That day on the beach, when I took it,
I opened it.
Might as well go along with tradition...
Inside the folded paper, there was a ring. It was carved from wood, and seemed to ave patterns of waves over it. I slipped the ring over my left ring finger. It fit perfectly. I choked back tears, and whipped what was trailing on my cheeks when a knock came at my door. I hid my hand behind my back. It was Richard, with Ralf following behind him. "Abigail, Mr. Ligmond wishes to ask you something." Richard nudged Ralf forward, and he got down on one knee. My eyes grew huge, and I couldn't even speak. Ralf put his hand n his pocket, and closed his fit around something. I didn't want to know what it was. "Abe, will you marry me?" I gapped at Ralf, and he took my hand. But when he saw the ring already on it, he couldn't have looked more relieved.
"It seems that someone ahs beaten me to the prize. I should be going now." But Richard got a good look at the ring, before I could hide it once more, and he yanked my hand toward him. "This is Sparrow's ring, correct?" I didn't say anything, and why he tried to take the ring off my finger, I pulled my arm away from him. "Don't be foolish, Abigail! Jack Sparrow is dead!" I slowly pulled off his ring, and clutched it in my hand, then took Ralf's ring and jammed it on. It was gold, instead of wood and was plain. It looked odd on my fingers, and I hated it. "Happy Richard? Are you happy now?" I screamed at them until my voice was horse, "Is this what I have to do to make you happy? Give up everything I care about, just so I'm 'safe'?" I ran to the bedchambers of my room, and shammed the door shut.
From the way downstairs sounded, people were planning my wedding for me again. I was measured for a dress, and when it was finally finished and delivered, I made my own adjustments to it. I spent a great deal of my time, talking with Jezebel and Janet. Planning out what I wished to be done. I would have more say in this wedding at least. I was told when the date was, and an hour or so before I was to walk down the isle, I sat at my window seat, and looked out at the ocean.
I opened it as far as it would go, just to 'see'. I grinned to myself, and left it that way. I walked back to my dressing room and changed into the VERY low bodice, and the many skirts. The wedding gown itself was so tight, and yet so frilly with lace and silk that I felt like a human ball of lace. The top was frilly, the middle was so tight and slim I felt like at each end I was popping out more than I should, and showing more chest than even a Tortuga lass, if that was possible. The bottom of the dress had about ten different layers, including one I added myself. Elizabeth came in to curl my hair, and then left. There was a good half an hour, believe it or not, until I could leave. So I walked back into my room.
The window was closed, and I almost ran over to it, and pushed it open, as far as it would go. I took a deep breath of sea air, and my heart lifted. I went to the closet, and took out Jack's hat, just to see it one last time. I heard a slight snicker, and in a flash I turned around with a whirl of lace to see none other than Jack Sparrow, lying cross my bed, getting mud all over the sheets.
