DISCLAIMER: THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY DO NOT BELONG TO ME. SAM, RAVEN AND BILL DO. (Although I wouldn't mind if they gave me Jack.)
Author's note: Hey! I wasn't planning on continuing this but your reviews have made me want to. Actually I heard a song the other day and it inspired this chapter. Hopefully it turns out well. Well, as always I hope you enjoy this chapter. So have fun, drink rum and never stop loving Jack! Enjoy mates!
Love. Can anyone honestly tell us what is the meaning of love? Is there really a use for it? Does it mean anything? Love can be the cause of great pleasure. But it can also be the cause of unbearable pain. So can anyone honestly say that it is worth it? Can they? Love could be right in front of your face and you would do nothing about it. The question is, do we honestly care? Could we ever handle it? Are we the heathens capable of love? And if we are would we take advantage of it.
The fear of life and death could chill anyone to the bone. If they say it doesn't, they lie. Death is an inevitable thing. You cannot ignore it and you cannot hide from it. It will come looking for you. It will find you. Death will find you. Love is powerless against death. With death, love dies.
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A sea of tangled raven hair clouded the pain in the woman's eyes. A lifetime of pain that she had endured. A lifetime of pain that no one could ever imagine. No one understood her and now she believed that they honestly didn't care. She lay on her back with her hands pinned to the ground above her head. Slowly she looked up into his eyes. Her father's eyes. His eyes were filled with something that she had never seen before. Something that she cared to never see again. "Let me go." she whispered.
Sam was tired. She was emotionally and physically spent. "I give up." she whispered. Slowly the grip on her wrists loosened and her father sat back. "I need a drink." he slurred. Jack let out a startled cry as Will kicked him in the back. "What the bloody hell did you do that for mate?" Will stared back at him and Jack reluctantly shut his mouth. "Your not worth it."
Sam let out a deep sigh as Will, Jack, and Annamaria looked over at her. "It's not bloody worth it anymore." Her voice was low and ragged. Slowly she pulled herself up off the floor and the rest of them stood. "You know you don't have to worry anymore Jack. I'll not be killin ye. I don't have the strength anymore. Frankly I don't care."
Slowly Sam wiped her hand across her face. The black of the kohl around her eyes smeered. It looked like a rain of black tears were falling down her face. Her long, dark, raven hair fell loosely around her face. Her deep, caramel eyes looked around the room in sadness. This was it. Her life as a pirate was over. She could not spend the rest of her life in the presense of the people who had hurt her so much.
Slowly she directed her gaze towards Will. His face was worn and tired. His chocolate eyes were tired and sad. Suddenly she remembered the pain that he had put her through. The very things that he had done. He had scarred her. She had given everything she could to him and he had promised her the world. She had thought she loved him and once she did. She was so tired and angry. Suddenly without warning she ran at him. He landed on his back hard with Sam on top of him. Sam was on top of him with a shocked look on her face.
Sam slowly pulled back and looked down. She looked down at the silver dagger sticking out of her torso. She staggered backward and stood up slowly. The act of standing up sent a rush of weakness to her and she fell to her knees. A slow ragged breathe escaped her mouth and she looked at the people in front of her. A small line of blood ran down the side of her mouth. "You promised." she whispered.
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Love is saved for those who deserve. Love is for the one's who understand. But who really understands? Is love real? Does it really exist? Betrayal is a word more often heard and done. Betrayal is the death of love. For in love we are in death. Love will bring about our fall.
Author's note: I am so sorry that this chapter is so short. If you like it let me know. If you don't like it well, still let me know. Let me know if you still want me to continue this story.
Author's note: Hey! I wasn't planning on continuing this but your reviews have made me want to. Actually I heard a song the other day and it inspired this chapter. Hopefully it turns out well. Well, as always I hope you enjoy this chapter. So have fun, drink rum and never stop loving Jack! Enjoy mates!
Love. Can anyone honestly tell us what is the meaning of love? Is there really a use for it? Does it mean anything? Love can be the cause of great pleasure. But it can also be the cause of unbearable pain. So can anyone honestly say that it is worth it? Can they? Love could be right in front of your face and you would do nothing about it. The question is, do we honestly care? Could we ever handle it? Are we the heathens capable of love? And if we are would we take advantage of it.
The fear of life and death could chill anyone to the bone. If they say it doesn't, they lie. Death is an inevitable thing. You cannot ignore it and you cannot hide from it. It will come looking for you. It will find you. Death will find you. Love is powerless against death. With death, love dies.
~*~
A sea of tangled raven hair clouded the pain in the woman's eyes. A lifetime of pain that she had endured. A lifetime of pain that no one could ever imagine. No one understood her and now she believed that they honestly didn't care. She lay on her back with her hands pinned to the ground above her head. Slowly she looked up into his eyes. Her father's eyes. His eyes were filled with something that she had never seen before. Something that she cared to never see again. "Let me go." she whispered.
Sam was tired. She was emotionally and physically spent. "I give up." she whispered. Slowly the grip on her wrists loosened and her father sat back. "I need a drink." he slurred. Jack let out a startled cry as Will kicked him in the back. "What the bloody hell did you do that for mate?" Will stared back at him and Jack reluctantly shut his mouth. "Your not worth it."
Sam let out a deep sigh as Will, Jack, and Annamaria looked over at her. "It's not bloody worth it anymore." Her voice was low and ragged. Slowly she pulled herself up off the floor and the rest of them stood. "You know you don't have to worry anymore Jack. I'll not be killin ye. I don't have the strength anymore. Frankly I don't care."
Slowly Sam wiped her hand across her face. The black of the kohl around her eyes smeered. It looked like a rain of black tears were falling down her face. Her long, dark, raven hair fell loosely around her face. Her deep, caramel eyes looked around the room in sadness. This was it. Her life as a pirate was over. She could not spend the rest of her life in the presense of the people who had hurt her so much.
Slowly she directed her gaze towards Will. His face was worn and tired. His chocolate eyes were tired and sad. Suddenly she remembered the pain that he had put her through. The very things that he had done. He had scarred her. She had given everything she could to him and he had promised her the world. She had thought she loved him and once she did. She was so tired and angry. Suddenly without warning she ran at him. He landed on his back hard with Sam on top of him. Sam was on top of him with a shocked look on her face.
Sam slowly pulled back and looked down. She looked down at the silver dagger sticking out of her torso. She staggered backward and stood up slowly. The act of standing up sent a rush of weakness to her and she fell to her knees. A slow ragged breathe escaped her mouth and she looked at the people in front of her. A small line of blood ran down the side of her mouth. "You promised." she whispered.
~*~
Love is saved for those who deserve. Love is for the one's who understand. But who really understands? Is love real? Does it really exist? Betrayal is a word more often heard and done. Betrayal is the death of love. For in love we are in death. Love will bring about our fall.
Author's note: I am so sorry that this chapter is so short. If you like it let me know. If you don't like it well, still let me know. Let me know if you still want me to continue this story.