DISCLAIMER: THE CARACTERS DO NOT BELONG TO ME. SAM DOES. NO MONEY IS BEING MADE OFF THIS STORY.
Author's note: Well here is the fourth chapter. I have tried to keep the chapters long but this one will be short. I was having sort of a writer's block. But I still hope you enjoy it as much as the prequel!
The wide eyed glare that was coming from Annamaria was starting to get on Sam's nerves. "Oh Christ! I am not a bloody commoner. Will you stop looking at me like that." Annamaria glanced down at her hands. "Does Will know?" Sam rolled her eyes. "No. If he did the whole ship would be banging down my door and Will would be walking the bloody plank." Sam started to tap her foot lightly.
"Are you going to tell Will?" Sam rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Bloody hell! Have you been listening to a word I've said?" Annamaria stood up quickly and walked to the door. "I won't tell a soul." she whispered. The door behind her closed and Sam turned back around. Sometimes she wished she wasn't a pirate. Sometimes she wished Jack wasn't her father. Deep down inside she knew this sea would take her life.
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"Willy boy!" Will turned to see Jack swagger over to him. He never did change. "Jack." he muttered. Jack patted him on the shoulder and then looked out to sea. Suddenly Jack turned to face him. "Will. Could you be telling me what be wrong with Sam?" Will watched him make his usual hand gestures. Those deep, dark kohl lined eyes looked at him and he gulped. Not good. "It's not me you should be askin." Will answered. "Well you see, Sam is a woman and though sometimes she don't act it, I can't talk to her." Will listened to him put the emphasis on talk.
As Jack finshied his last sentence, Sam came above deck. Jack and Will had to stop and look. She didn't look like Sam. Her poet shirt was loose fitting. She no longer had the sword and pistol on her belt. Nor the rings on her fingers or the hat and bandana on her head. Her expression was also deeply troubled.
"Kitten?" Jack asked. "I hate it when you call me that Jack." Sam muttered back. She walked to the bow of the ship and looked out a sea. The breeze did not calm her tonight. Nothing could calm her now. "Jack?" she asked turning around. She watched as he swaggered over to her. "Yes luv?" She rolled her eyes. "Don't call me that either." Jack frowned. "When are we pulling out of this bloody vile town?" Jack seemed to hesitate. "Tomorrow luv." Sam turned back to sea and ignored her father.
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"Another bloody night in this vile place." Sam muttered to herself as she walked down the road. Everyone else had headed off to the nearest tavern. They were so bloody shallow. Sam had taken to walking alone. She couldn't be near her father and she couldn't look at Will's sad eyes. She needed to get away from all of them. Maybe she needed to live her life the way it was before. Sailing her own ship at her own will. Never tell anyone about her child. No one would ever know about her child. Not even Will. They would all be better off without her.
Sam stared sadly at the moon. She knew what she had to do. There would be no returning to the black pearl tonight. She knew this was how it had to end. She needed to go back into the dark hole she was in before she had come back to her father. Her child needed a better life and she had to save Will's. He didn't need this. She then turned quickly to go in the other direction when she came in contact with someone and fell to the ground. Slowly she looked up at this person and her eyes widened. "No, no he killed you."