Disclaimer : Disney has rightful ownership of the majority of this stuff. I don't claim to own anything that is theirs. I do own the story and Cat.
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Chapter 22 : At Death's Door
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With a rush and a stab, Jack plunged the sword into Catharine's stomach.
Catharine's eyes grew wide with pain. A gasp escaped from her lips and the yellow eyes went to Cat's naturally green eyes. Her mouth opened in agony as she looked down at her wound.
"Jack!" Elizabeth ran towards the scene.
Catharine turned her head slowly towards Elizabeth and began to laugh. The yellow coming back.
"That's right, me lad, give her more pain than what she be already goin' through." Barbossa laughed again.
Jack withdrew the sword and with a flick of his wrist he stabbed Catharine again. This time he began to twist the sword, creating an uncloseable wound.
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"NO!" Barbossa's thoughts rang out in Catharine's mind. Catharine felt the pain, but she also felt immense happiness that she was now no longer being inhabited.
"I told you that good would triumph." Catharine thought, but another burst of pain shot over her.
"Ye'd rather us both die?" Barbossa's panicked stricken voice filled her ears. She still loved a good distressed person. Brought back the good ol' memories.
"You wanted me dead - I want you dead. It's fitting that we both die. That way you don't have my body and I don't die and have someone take over my body."
"I'll see ye in hell." Barbossa's voice echoed off the walls of her mind.
"Not if I see you first."
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Barbossa's eyes rolled back and Catharine's mouth opened wide. A small wisp of black smoke slithered from her open mouth. It swirled around in the wind and then dispersed.
Jack heard Barbossa's final words, "Fame... is... no... more..."
Catharine's coughing, brought him back to reality. He kneeled down beside her and motioned for Elizabeth and Will to come to her side.
Elizabeth was crying and Will was nearly on the verge of tears.
Catharine's breathing was labored and she could still see the sword jutting from her stomach.
"Pull it out." Catharine continued to look straight forward up into the sky.
"I'm sorry." Jack said as he withdrew the sword for a second time.
Catharine's hands began to shake. She knew that she was going to die. There was no more magic... no more spirit... no more hope.
"You beat the bad guy, Jack." Cat forced a smile. "And it wasn't ... ah ... and accident." She could feel her lungs filling up with blood. Breathing was slowly becoming a chore.
"Where's Elizabeth and Will?" Cat choked.
"Catharine." Elizabeth took Catharine's hand and leaned over so that Cat could see her. "I'm right here."
"And I'm here." Will said as he stroked her forehead.
"I love you both..." Cat began to cough again. "Both dearly. I hope you two - oh, God - "
Catharine shook her head. She had to say what she had to say.
"I hope you two have a wonderful life together... make sure you watch over Jack though."
"I can take care of myself, just fine." Jack said in defense, but it was barely above a whisper.
"REAMP!"
Catharine nearly died from a heart attack, not the wounds.
"Reamp! Polly loves Cat... Reamp! Barnacles!" The parrot flew down and perched himself on Jack's shoulder.
"I think that means goodbye." Jack said.
Catharine looked as if she wanted to say something, but her body went limp and her eyes stared up and into the sky.
Elizabeth began to cry and Will took her away from Cat's body.
Jack sighed and looked up. His crew from the Black Pearl were all watching with watery eyes.
"Reamp... rough waters... reamp." Even the parrot seemed to be taking it pretty badly.
"Alright, men - let's set up a funeral for Miss DeVries.
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A/N: A death! Yeah - Cat's dead. I'm really sad that I killed her off, but y'know. A writer's gotta do what a writer's gotta do.
Hope you enjoyed the chapter.
Read & Review!
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Next Chapter: Down to the Depth's of Davy Jones' Locker
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Chapter 22 : At Death's Door
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With a rush and a stab, Jack plunged the sword into Catharine's stomach.
Catharine's eyes grew wide with pain. A gasp escaped from her lips and the yellow eyes went to Cat's naturally green eyes. Her mouth opened in agony as she looked down at her wound.
"Jack!" Elizabeth ran towards the scene.
Catharine turned her head slowly towards Elizabeth and began to laugh. The yellow coming back.
"That's right, me lad, give her more pain than what she be already goin' through." Barbossa laughed again.
Jack withdrew the sword and with a flick of his wrist he stabbed Catharine again. This time he began to twist the sword, creating an uncloseable wound.
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"NO!" Barbossa's thoughts rang out in Catharine's mind. Catharine felt the pain, but she also felt immense happiness that she was now no longer being inhabited.
"I told you that good would triumph." Catharine thought, but another burst of pain shot over her.
"Ye'd rather us both die?" Barbossa's panicked stricken voice filled her ears. She still loved a good distressed person. Brought back the good ol' memories.
"You wanted me dead - I want you dead. It's fitting that we both die. That way you don't have my body and I don't die and have someone take over my body."
"I'll see ye in hell." Barbossa's voice echoed off the walls of her mind.
"Not if I see you first."
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Barbossa's eyes rolled back and Catharine's mouth opened wide. A small wisp of black smoke slithered from her open mouth. It swirled around in the wind and then dispersed.
Jack heard Barbossa's final words, "Fame... is... no... more..."
Catharine's coughing, brought him back to reality. He kneeled down beside her and motioned for Elizabeth and Will to come to her side.
Elizabeth was crying and Will was nearly on the verge of tears.
Catharine's breathing was labored and she could still see the sword jutting from her stomach.
"Pull it out." Catharine continued to look straight forward up into the sky.
"I'm sorry." Jack said as he withdrew the sword for a second time.
Catharine's hands began to shake. She knew that she was going to die. There was no more magic... no more spirit... no more hope.
"You beat the bad guy, Jack." Cat forced a smile. "And it wasn't ... ah ... and accident." She could feel her lungs filling up with blood. Breathing was slowly becoming a chore.
"Where's Elizabeth and Will?" Cat choked.
"Catharine." Elizabeth took Catharine's hand and leaned over so that Cat could see her. "I'm right here."
"And I'm here." Will said as he stroked her forehead.
"I love you both..." Cat began to cough again. "Both dearly. I hope you two - oh, God - "
Catharine shook her head. She had to say what she had to say.
"I hope you two have a wonderful life together... make sure you watch over Jack though."
"I can take care of myself, just fine." Jack said in defense, but it was barely above a whisper.
"REAMP!"
Catharine nearly died from a heart attack, not the wounds.
"Reamp! Polly loves Cat... Reamp! Barnacles!" The parrot flew down and perched himself on Jack's shoulder.
"I think that means goodbye." Jack said.
Catharine looked as if she wanted to say something, but her body went limp and her eyes stared up and into the sky.
Elizabeth began to cry and Will took her away from Cat's body.
Jack sighed and looked up. His crew from the Black Pearl were all watching with watery eyes.
"Reamp... rough waters... reamp." Even the parrot seemed to be taking it pretty badly.
"Alright, men - let's set up a funeral for Miss DeVries.
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A/N: A death! Yeah - Cat's dead. I'm really sad that I killed her off, but y'know. A writer's gotta do what a writer's gotta do.
Hope you enjoyed the chapter.
Read & Review!
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Next Chapter: Down to the Depth's of Davy Jones' Locker