Chapter 17:
A/N: Yes! I'm off of school again today thanks to that fluffy white stuff I love so much! Yeah, so it seems that I may update once again today! Yay go me! Heh, lets just get on with the story, shall we?
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My hands were bound with splintering rope the rough edges braking into my skin. The blood trickled slowly down from my wrist landing on the blue gown and onto the deck; not once did I flinch my eyes were fixed on Christopher.
"Tell me Justine, where is your pirate lover now?" Christopher asked in mockery.
I wasted no time in answering his question; "He died from a severe blow to his back. Though he did not give up easy, took him an hour to pass."
"Ah, I suppose you were heart broken. By his side the whole time I imagine?" He watched my expression change, he enjoyed my pain more then Millson did. "Captain Millson! Drop anchor, I want to brake her here!"
"But sir we're almost-." Millson tried to bargain.
"No, we'll do this here! Now send men over to guard the naval ship, I want every sailor on deck to watch!" Christopher glared down at me grinning, an idea forming in his head no doubt. "Bring up the rack and strap her to it!"
My eyes wondered about watching as two men grabbed my flailing body. I thrashed about as they tried to restrain me; Elizabeth was put with Sparrow and guarded heavily. The rack was produced on deck, it was a square wall-like object made from bamboo criss crossed over one another. I was given a bit and told to move forward, this was a beating above all others.
My wrists and ankles were fastened to the rack and the bit lodged in my mouth I could see, through the bamboo in my face, Christopher with his arms folded against his chest smiling the entire time.
"Sir should we undo the back of the dress and have it hit directly on skin?" Millson inquired.
"No, I want the dress ripped to pieces. I want her station brought down." His eyes gleamed at me causing my blood to rise and stomach to churn.
"YOU GUTLESS SAVAGE COME OVER HERE AND DO IT YOURSELF!" The bit fell from my mouth as my voice echoed on both ships sending the message that I would not be broken and could never be. I promised myself I would show no fear, no pain but when that whip cracked on my back the first time I screamed in agony. It cracked again this time striking flesh.
Parts of my dress fell loosely as the whip struck again splitting my flesh open, the blood oozed down my back. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Sparrow and Miss Swann fighting to break free, shouting and screaming for them to stop this torture but it continued and so did my cries.
Millson walked up next to me gazing at my shaking body, "how's about another scream, eh?" He popped the cork of his rum bottle and poured the drink down my back, I let out a yelp and gripped the bamboo with my fists. "That'll do, that'll do poppet." His gritty palm grazed my cheek and I scowled at the sight of him.
He moved my hair out of the way placing it on my shoulder and walked back to his spot. My eyes lifted and fell upon Christopher who gazed at me with joy, my eyes narrowed into slits for I was ready to kill right then and there. For the rest of the beating I did not scream or whimper I gritted my teeth and shuttered thinking of how badly I would hurt Millson when this was over, given that I had the strength to do so.
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Bellow the deck of the Dauntless the Pearl's crew still lingered in their hiding space. "I can't stand this any more! We must stop this now!"
"Will settle down! The lass is fine, she is taking the pain and turning it into anger, she is not screaming anymore, she'll be fine. Just relax." Gibbs gripped Turner's shoulders trying to calm his rage. "Hasn't Jack taught ye anything? You must wait-."
"For the opportune moment, yes I know." Turner finished the statement.
"There ya go. She is. Reynolds is holding out to kill Millson, god knows she will now given the beating she is suffering."
"What kind of a man kills a lass's mother, becomes a pirate, hunts the lass down, ties her to a rack and beats her to a pulp?" Turner paced up and down the small room; Samuel sat on a bucket, also contemplating the question.
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Ana stood on deck of the Navy ship scowling the whole time just wanting to march up and shoot Millson in the face, though she knew that she couldn't. So she sounded the signal. "Get your filthy paws off o' me you two bit rotten scoundrel!" She shouted at the guard who was holding her in place, thrashing her body as she hollered again and again.
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"There's Ana-Maria and her distraction! Time to go boys!" Gibbs walked out of the small room and opened up a hatch on the gun deck. "Lets be on our way. Now you'll climb down, do not jump n the water step in it. We don't want to splash and be shot at by Millson's men, so swim as smoothly as possible to the back of the Pearl climb up in and board the ship. That's when the attack begins and no earlier!" The men stepped one by one out of the cannon hold and walked down the 'ladder' on the side of the ship.
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"Millson, that's enough for now! Take her down and bring her forwards." Christopher shouted from in front of me, my head leaning against the bamboo for I could not hold its weight any longer.
Millson snapped his fingers and two men stepped forward undoing my binds and pulling me from the rack. My body was beaten and torn, they dropped me to the ground parallel to Christopher himself. I pulled myself up on my hands and knees breathing in short staggered breaths for it pained by back to breath normally. The blood from my wrists had dried and now new blood moved to form over it running down onto my hands as if veins of rubies strung from a bracelet to decorate me further.
I could not feel my back at all it seemed god had bestowed some comfort on me by releasing that pain; my gown was in tatters hanging loosely over my shoulders scarcely enough to keep me hidden, but still I knelt strong as ever praying silently for a quick death. I was able to turn my head sideways somewhat and look over at my father; he was holding Elizabeth's hand both very much disturbed and shocked by the beating I had undergone. Elizabeth's face was stricken with tears, whether they for me or her supposedly dead fiancé I did not know.
"Fetch the branding iron and heat it! I want her to know who's property she is and will always be so that there is no mistaking that again!" He gave a sort of laugh peering down at my tarnished blood stained body.
I slouched back now on my palms my legs out in front of me gazing out at him as if the punishment hadn't phased me. My chest rose up and down as I breathed in the stench of my own blood, then I saw them. Our crew was climbing up the back of the ship attacking from behind, was I the only one who noticed.
I derived my eyes from their sight so that Christopher did not catch my gaze. "Here's the iron sir," a man handed him the red-hot branding iron and I was ordered forward.
It took three men to lift me from the ground a surprise to them based on how badly I was wounded. I was forced to my knees my arms held behind my back. "Where should we put it boys? How about right there, on your left breast so that any man who tries to take you for his own knows that you are already taken. Serves the purpose well doesn't it?"
By pure reaction I spat in his face enticing the anger within him. "Come on what are you waiting for? I haven't got all day you penniless bastard!"
He lunged forward with it only to loose his concentration by gunfire burning the brand into one of his own men who released me and screamed in terror. I took this chance to pull myself up but ended up being smacked in the face by Millson's Bo'sun. I flew to the ground my lashes exposed to all on deck.
Our men poured over the deck and the naval officers and sailors on the dauntless began their own quarrel. Elizabeth punched one man away from her as my father grabbed a pistol off of one man and shot it through another pirate's gut. I pulled myself to my knees only to be yanked out of the way by Turner.
"Reynolds we have to get you out of here now!" He explored my back, his soft touch running over the wounds making me wince with pain, the blood staining his skin.
"No! I'm not leaving until Millson and Christopher are both dead!" I shouted shoving myself from his protective arms. "Turner you get your arse fighting right now before I run you through myself! I am of need of no help; I can suffice on my own! God's speed to you!" With that I rose to standing level limping hastily over to my father where I grabbed the extra sword from his belt and began my own slaughter.
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"Will!" Elizabeth ran over to him flinging her arms around his neck. "My god it is you! I thought you were dead!" She kissed him tenderly.
"What?! Why?" His eyes telling her that he did not understand.
"Well Justine. She said to Christopher that you were-." She stopped and thought about it. "She covered it up. That sneaky lass, she saved you guys-."
Elizabeth froze as she heard gunfire and a body fall forward into her back. Startled to death, she turned around only to see me standing with my pistol still aimed the smoke from the gun billowing in the air.
I lowered the gun and smiled at her, "Here this might help you out a little in battle!" I tossed a sheathed sword over the dead body to her. "You know how to use it, aye?"
"Shut up Reynolds! Your not the only lass around here who knows how to kill a man!" Elizabeth yelled as she leaned down and snatched the belt off of the dead man hooking the sword on to it then unsheathing it.
"No but I am the only one who's good at it!" I laughed as I was pushed out of the way.
"I'm telling Ana you said that!" Was the last that I heard her say for quite a while.
My body was becoming limp I could feel it, the beating was taking its toll on me now, my crimson blood trickled to the floor. I had overworked my body; my hands shook unsteadily and I could barely move, I was scared. Then I saw Millson waiting not far off for me and was terrified for I knew I could not manage a fight with him. Damn this body for being so weak!
Noticing my unstable state, Millson decided to charge at me full speed. I tripped to the side just escaping the blow that could have been the end of me. But sadly enough another wound was inflicted; the blade had sliced my arm in my effort to move. My corpse like body was shoved to the floor, and hands wrapped around my throat. I began choking as I tried to release the pressure on my neck but to no avail. I was trapped by death.
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"Ah Captain Sparrow. So good to see you again." Christopher drew his sword and began admiring it for its brilliant shine. "You know it's a pity that you never knew Justine as a child. She was very rambunctious, hasn't changed much. But do you know what's even more a shame?" He starred at Sparrow waiting for his anger to rise.
"I haven't got the slightest clue, mate." His eyes beaming with hate and rage.
"Is that now you have her you won't have the chance to get to know her for she'll be long dead before this duel is over!" Christopher's eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched Sparrow's irritation rise.
"Not if I have a say in it!" The two men crashed together, swords drawn swinging and clanging violently in the air.
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Ana and Elizabeth put their backs to each other reloading muskets and pistols. "Who are ye' doing lass," Ana posed in her rough Jamaican accent.
"Oh just dandy, and you?" Elizabeth shouted back amongst the gunfire and sword fighting. Her sandy locks blew into her face hiding the silt rubbed on her cheeks.
"I'm alive, if that's any compensation!" Ana drew her pistol and shot a man, square in the chest, who had been charging after her. "You ready?"
"Aye!" Elizabeth grabbed her musket from the flooring and placed her pistol in a belt that she took from a pirate she had been fighting. The two women stood straight and turned in the opposite directions from each other continuing their battles.
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"Why don't you give it up Jack, it's really no use. Look at her she's almost dead down there and you can do nothing to save her." Christopher pointed to the spar deck with his cutlass where I was dying by the torture created by Millson. I spat up blood as he kicked his leather boot into my stomach. After which he turned walking half way across the deck turning again and looking at me his eyes gleaming with lust for blood. I pulled myself into a sitting position grabbing the pistol beside me and clutching it in my fist.
Sparrow turned and watched as time slowly slipped by and Millson was heading right for me sword blazing in the light of the morning sun. Christopher stepped up behind him ready to slit his throat when something he didn't expect happened; Sparrow's sword slid through his abdomen. "No use, eh?" Christopher's body slid from the cutlass and collapsed on to the floorboards.
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My eyes widened and I began choking on the air in my lungs as Millson's sword was thrust into my waist its sharp blade slicing all the way until it came out my back. He pinned me to the railing of the deck, thinking he had won he let his guard down and allowed my almost black blood to run onto his hand.
"How's it feel, Reynolds, to know that you lost?" His dark eyes peered up at me and all I could do was smile. "What's so funny?"
I laughed, just about as much as I could, and answered him. "It's funny because I can pose you the same question." My pistol went off and shot him in the chest directly where his black heart laid. The pistol fell loosely from my sweaty palm and I began breathing in short staggered breaths again. My vision had already begun to blur and I was almost lifeless.
From a distance I could hear Miss Swann shouting my name and her prancing feet running to my side, I watched, as best I could from the corner of my eye, my father fall to the ground Ana rushing to his side. He too was wounded badly; turning to the other side I just barely saw Turner toss a man overboard. He would never understand what I was to do, but then again he didn't have to.
"Justine! Justine, oh my god!" Elizabeth's dress billowed as she dropped to the floor next to me. She shoved Millson from my body her eyes filling with tears. "On three okay?" I nodded, "Okay, One-Two-THREE!" She yanked the sword from my flesh as fast as she could, my torso falling on her my head on her shoulder.
"Thank you." I whispered to her my arms wrapped around her shoulders.
"For what?" She pulled flaps of my dress together to cover my back a little more.
"For being here and caring enough to be here. I was so rude to you when we first met." My face went numb and cold; I couldn't talk much.
"Don't worry yourself with that now, after all I thought you were a crude young man that was going to ruin us." Her arms held me tight and I felt as though she were my sister.
"So then my disguise worked eh?" I allowed myself to smile for a moment. My blood saturating her gown and body.
"Aye." She choked trying to hold back the tears but they came anyway. "It was a great act." The little droplets of pure sorrow dripping onto my back rolling down my broken skin.
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Gibbs sauntered over to Turner placing a hand on his shoulder; wet tears forming in his eyes. "Yes Gibbs? What is it?" Turner was worried and confused.
The first mate stumbled with his words, searching for the right ones to say. "There's been an accident, Will. Justine is-." Will dropped his sword and ran down the deck almost running past Elizabeth and I. He walked sorrily over to us.
"No." His eyes wondered over the stab wound in my back and the blood collected in a puddle on the floor. "She's not? Is she?" Turner pleaded to Elizabeth.
"No, not yet. She just passed out from the pain. But she will soon if we don't stitch her up now. Even then there's a chance she'll die, she's lost so much blood." Elizabeth was in shock looking down at all the blood.
"How could you let this happen? Why didn't you do something? She could die because of you!" Will screamed at her yanking my body from her lap and cradling me in his arms as he walked heavily over to Jack's quarters. Elizabeth sat silently on the deck gazing down at the blood that filled her dress letting the tears fall.
"Lizzie?" Sparrow limped slowly over to her, his shirt sliced at the sleeve and stained horridly with blood. "What happened? Your not wounded are you?" He also gazed at the blood.
"It's not mine." She turned her head looking up at him her face red from crying. "It's Justine's blood." With that he ran to his cabin where the blood trail ended, Ana dashing after him.
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A/N: I know, I am sorry. A sad chapter, but it'll get better I promise. Only one more chapter to go! Well, I hoped you liked this one and don't forget to review and tell me what you guys would like to see in the sequel and you know it would be nice to see what you thought about this chapter too. Thanks! Ta!
Ps: I started writing this the other day that's why the beginning author's note says what it says, lol.
A/N: Yes! I'm off of school again today thanks to that fluffy white stuff I love so much! Yeah, so it seems that I may update once again today! Yay go me! Heh, lets just get on with the story, shall we?
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My hands were bound with splintering rope the rough edges braking into my skin. The blood trickled slowly down from my wrist landing on the blue gown and onto the deck; not once did I flinch my eyes were fixed on Christopher.
"Tell me Justine, where is your pirate lover now?" Christopher asked in mockery.
I wasted no time in answering his question; "He died from a severe blow to his back. Though he did not give up easy, took him an hour to pass."
"Ah, I suppose you were heart broken. By his side the whole time I imagine?" He watched my expression change, he enjoyed my pain more then Millson did. "Captain Millson! Drop anchor, I want to brake her here!"
"But sir we're almost-." Millson tried to bargain.
"No, we'll do this here! Now send men over to guard the naval ship, I want every sailor on deck to watch!" Christopher glared down at me grinning, an idea forming in his head no doubt. "Bring up the rack and strap her to it!"
My eyes wondered about watching as two men grabbed my flailing body. I thrashed about as they tried to restrain me; Elizabeth was put with Sparrow and guarded heavily. The rack was produced on deck, it was a square wall-like object made from bamboo criss crossed over one another. I was given a bit and told to move forward, this was a beating above all others.
My wrists and ankles were fastened to the rack and the bit lodged in my mouth I could see, through the bamboo in my face, Christopher with his arms folded against his chest smiling the entire time.
"Sir should we undo the back of the dress and have it hit directly on skin?" Millson inquired.
"No, I want the dress ripped to pieces. I want her station brought down." His eyes gleamed at me causing my blood to rise and stomach to churn.
"YOU GUTLESS SAVAGE COME OVER HERE AND DO IT YOURSELF!" The bit fell from my mouth as my voice echoed on both ships sending the message that I would not be broken and could never be. I promised myself I would show no fear, no pain but when that whip cracked on my back the first time I screamed in agony. It cracked again this time striking flesh.
Parts of my dress fell loosely as the whip struck again splitting my flesh open, the blood oozed down my back. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Sparrow and Miss Swann fighting to break free, shouting and screaming for them to stop this torture but it continued and so did my cries.
Millson walked up next to me gazing at my shaking body, "how's about another scream, eh?" He popped the cork of his rum bottle and poured the drink down my back, I let out a yelp and gripped the bamboo with my fists. "That'll do, that'll do poppet." His gritty palm grazed my cheek and I scowled at the sight of him.
He moved my hair out of the way placing it on my shoulder and walked back to his spot. My eyes lifted and fell upon Christopher who gazed at me with joy, my eyes narrowed into slits for I was ready to kill right then and there. For the rest of the beating I did not scream or whimper I gritted my teeth and shuttered thinking of how badly I would hurt Millson when this was over, given that I had the strength to do so.
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Bellow the deck of the Dauntless the Pearl's crew still lingered in their hiding space. "I can't stand this any more! We must stop this now!"
"Will settle down! The lass is fine, she is taking the pain and turning it into anger, she is not screaming anymore, she'll be fine. Just relax." Gibbs gripped Turner's shoulders trying to calm his rage. "Hasn't Jack taught ye anything? You must wait-."
"For the opportune moment, yes I know." Turner finished the statement.
"There ya go. She is. Reynolds is holding out to kill Millson, god knows she will now given the beating she is suffering."
"What kind of a man kills a lass's mother, becomes a pirate, hunts the lass down, ties her to a rack and beats her to a pulp?" Turner paced up and down the small room; Samuel sat on a bucket, also contemplating the question.
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Ana stood on deck of the Navy ship scowling the whole time just wanting to march up and shoot Millson in the face, though she knew that she couldn't. So she sounded the signal. "Get your filthy paws off o' me you two bit rotten scoundrel!" She shouted at the guard who was holding her in place, thrashing her body as she hollered again and again.
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"There's Ana-Maria and her distraction! Time to go boys!" Gibbs walked out of the small room and opened up a hatch on the gun deck. "Lets be on our way. Now you'll climb down, do not jump n the water step in it. We don't want to splash and be shot at by Millson's men, so swim as smoothly as possible to the back of the Pearl climb up in and board the ship. That's when the attack begins and no earlier!" The men stepped one by one out of the cannon hold and walked down the 'ladder' on the side of the ship.
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"Millson, that's enough for now! Take her down and bring her forwards." Christopher shouted from in front of me, my head leaning against the bamboo for I could not hold its weight any longer.
Millson snapped his fingers and two men stepped forward undoing my binds and pulling me from the rack. My body was beaten and torn, they dropped me to the ground parallel to Christopher himself. I pulled myself up on my hands and knees breathing in short staggered breaths for it pained by back to breath normally. The blood from my wrists had dried and now new blood moved to form over it running down onto my hands as if veins of rubies strung from a bracelet to decorate me further.
I could not feel my back at all it seemed god had bestowed some comfort on me by releasing that pain; my gown was in tatters hanging loosely over my shoulders scarcely enough to keep me hidden, but still I knelt strong as ever praying silently for a quick death. I was able to turn my head sideways somewhat and look over at my father; he was holding Elizabeth's hand both very much disturbed and shocked by the beating I had undergone. Elizabeth's face was stricken with tears, whether they for me or her supposedly dead fiancé I did not know.
"Fetch the branding iron and heat it! I want her to know who's property she is and will always be so that there is no mistaking that again!" He gave a sort of laugh peering down at my tarnished blood stained body.
I slouched back now on my palms my legs out in front of me gazing out at him as if the punishment hadn't phased me. My chest rose up and down as I breathed in the stench of my own blood, then I saw them. Our crew was climbing up the back of the ship attacking from behind, was I the only one who noticed.
I derived my eyes from their sight so that Christopher did not catch my gaze. "Here's the iron sir," a man handed him the red-hot branding iron and I was ordered forward.
It took three men to lift me from the ground a surprise to them based on how badly I was wounded. I was forced to my knees my arms held behind my back. "Where should we put it boys? How about right there, on your left breast so that any man who tries to take you for his own knows that you are already taken. Serves the purpose well doesn't it?"
By pure reaction I spat in his face enticing the anger within him. "Come on what are you waiting for? I haven't got all day you penniless bastard!"
He lunged forward with it only to loose his concentration by gunfire burning the brand into one of his own men who released me and screamed in terror. I took this chance to pull myself up but ended up being smacked in the face by Millson's Bo'sun. I flew to the ground my lashes exposed to all on deck.
Our men poured over the deck and the naval officers and sailors on the dauntless began their own quarrel. Elizabeth punched one man away from her as my father grabbed a pistol off of one man and shot it through another pirate's gut. I pulled myself to my knees only to be yanked out of the way by Turner.
"Reynolds we have to get you out of here now!" He explored my back, his soft touch running over the wounds making me wince with pain, the blood staining his skin.
"No! I'm not leaving until Millson and Christopher are both dead!" I shouted shoving myself from his protective arms. "Turner you get your arse fighting right now before I run you through myself! I am of need of no help; I can suffice on my own! God's speed to you!" With that I rose to standing level limping hastily over to my father where I grabbed the extra sword from his belt and began my own slaughter.
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"Will!" Elizabeth ran over to him flinging her arms around his neck. "My god it is you! I thought you were dead!" She kissed him tenderly.
"What?! Why?" His eyes telling her that he did not understand.
"Well Justine. She said to Christopher that you were-." She stopped and thought about it. "She covered it up. That sneaky lass, she saved you guys-."
Elizabeth froze as she heard gunfire and a body fall forward into her back. Startled to death, she turned around only to see me standing with my pistol still aimed the smoke from the gun billowing in the air.
I lowered the gun and smiled at her, "Here this might help you out a little in battle!" I tossed a sheathed sword over the dead body to her. "You know how to use it, aye?"
"Shut up Reynolds! Your not the only lass around here who knows how to kill a man!" Elizabeth yelled as she leaned down and snatched the belt off of the dead man hooking the sword on to it then unsheathing it.
"No but I am the only one who's good at it!" I laughed as I was pushed out of the way.
"I'm telling Ana you said that!" Was the last that I heard her say for quite a while.
My body was becoming limp I could feel it, the beating was taking its toll on me now, my crimson blood trickled to the floor. I had overworked my body; my hands shook unsteadily and I could barely move, I was scared. Then I saw Millson waiting not far off for me and was terrified for I knew I could not manage a fight with him. Damn this body for being so weak!
Noticing my unstable state, Millson decided to charge at me full speed. I tripped to the side just escaping the blow that could have been the end of me. But sadly enough another wound was inflicted; the blade had sliced my arm in my effort to move. My corpse like body was shoved to the floor, and hands wrapped around my throat. I began choking as I tried to release the pressure on my neck but to no avail. I was trapped by death.
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"Ah Captain Sparrow. So good to see you again." Christopher drew his sword and began admiring it for its brilliant shine. "You know it's a pity that you never knew Justine as a child. She was very rambunctious, hasn't changed much. But do you know what's even more a shame?" He starred at Sparrow waiting for his anger to rise.
"I haven't got the slightest clue, mate." His eyes beaming with hate and rage.
"Is that now you have her you won't have the chance to get to know her for she'll be long dead before this duel is over!" Christopher's eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched Sparrow's irritation rise.
"Not if I have a say in it!" The two men crashed together, swords drawn swinging and clanging violently in the air.
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Ana and Elizabeth put their backs to each other reloading muskets and pistols. "Who are ye' doing lass," Ana posed in her rough Jamaican accent.
"Oh just dandy, and you?" Elizabeth shouted back amongst the gunfire and sword fighting. Her sandy locks blew into her face hiding the silt rubbed on her cheeks.
"I'm alive, if that's any compensation!" Ana drew her pistol and shot a man, square in the chest, who had been charging after her. "You ready?"
"Aye!" Elizabeth grabbed her musket from the flooring and placed her pistol in a belt that she took from a pirate she had been fighting. The two women stood straight and turned in the opposite directions from each other continuing their battles.
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"Why don't you give it up Jack, it's really no use. Look at her she's almost dead down there and you can do nothing to save her." Christopher pointed to the spar deck with his cutlass where I was dying by the torture created by Millson. I spat up blood as he kicked his leather boot into my stomach. After which he turned walking half way across the deck turning again and looking at me his eyes gleaming with lust for blood. I pulled myself into a sitting position grabbing the pistol beside me and clutching it in my fist.
Sparrow turned and watched as time slowly slipped by and Millson was heading right for me sword blazing in the light of the morning sun. Christopher stepped up behind him ready to slit his throat when something he didn't expect happened; Sparrow's sword slid through his abdomen. "No use, eh?" Christopher's body slid from the cutlass and collapsed on to the floorboards.
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My eyes widened and I began choking on the air in my lungs as Millson's sword was thrust into my waist its sharp blade slicing all the way until it came out my back. He pinned me to the railing of the deck, thinking he had won he let his guard down and allowed my almost black blood to run onto his hand.
"How's it feel, Reynolds, to know that you lost?" His dark eyes peered up at me and all I could do was smile. "What's so funny?"
I laughed, just about as much as I could, and answered him. "It's funny because I can pose you the same question." My pistol went off and shot him in the chest directly where his black heart laid. The pistol fell loosely from my sweaty palm and I began breathing in short staggered breaths again. My vision had already begun to blur and I was almost lifeless.
From a distance I could hear Miss Swann shouting my name and her prancing feet running to my side, I watched, as best I could from the corner of my eye, my father fall to the ground Ana rushing to his side. He too was wounded badly; turning to the other side I just barely saw Turner toss a man overboard. He would never understand what I was to do, but then again he didn't have to.
"Justine! Justine, oh my god!" Elizabeth's dress billowed as she dropped to the floor next to me. She shoved Millson from my body her eyes filling with tears. "On three okay?" I nodded, "Okay, One-Two-THREE!" She yanked the sword from my flesh as fast as she could, my torso falling on her my head on her shoulder.
"Thank you." I whispered to her my arms wrapped around her shoulders.
"For what?" She pulled flaps of my dress together to cover my back a little more.
"For being here and caring enough to be here. I was so rude to you when we first met." My face went numb and cold; I couldn't talk much.
"Don't worry yourself with that now, after all I thought you were a crude young man that was going to ruin us." Her arms held me tight and I felt as though she were my sister.
"So then my disguise worked eh?" I allowed myself to smile for a moment. My blood saturating her gown and body.
"Aye." She choked trying to hold back the tears but they came anyway. "It was a great act." The little droplets of pure sorrow dripping onto my back rolling down my broken skin.
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Gibbs sauntered over to Turner placing a hand on his shoulder; wet tears forming in his eyes. "Yes Gibbs? What is it?" Turner was worried and confused.
The first mate stumbled with his words, searching for the right ones to say. "There's been an accident, Will. Justine is-." Will dropped his sword and ran down the deck almost running past Elizabeth and I. He walked sorrily over to us.
"No." His eyes wondered over the stab wound in my back and the blood collected in a puddle on the floor. "She's not? Is she?" Turner pleaded to Elizabeth.
"No, not yet. She just passed out from the pain. But she will soon if we don't stitch her up now. Even then there's a chance she'll die, she's lost so much blood." Elizabeth was in shock looking down at all the blood.
"How could you let this happen? Why didn't you do something? She could die because of you!" Will screamed at her yanking my body from her lap and cradling me in his arms as he walked heavily over to Jack's quarters. Elizabeth sat silently on the deck gazing down at the blood that filled her dress letting the tears fall.
"Lizzie?" Sparrow limped slowly over to her, his shirt sliced at the sleeve and stained horridly with blood. "What happened? Your not wounded are you?" He also gazed at the blood.
"It's not mine." She turned her head looking up at him her face red from crying. "It's Justine's blood." With that he ran to his cabin where the blood trail ended, Ana dashing after him.
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A/N: I know, I am sorry. A sad chapter, but it'll get better I promise. Only one more chapter to go! Well, I hoped you liked this one and don't forget to review and tell me what you guys would like to see in the sequel and you know it would be nice to see what you thought about this chapter too. Thanks! Ta!
Ps: I started writing this the other day that's why the beginning author's note says what it says, lol.
