DISCLAIMER: THE CHARACTERS DO NOT BELONG TO ME. SAM AND RAVEN DO. NO MONEY IS BEING MADE OFF THIS STORY.
Author's note: Sorry that I took so long to update. I noticed that some people were confused about the last chapter. Yes Sam is dead. Yes Sam is a ghost. Hey if Barbossa can be a zombie, Sam can be ghost. Well, I had to make this story interesting. If anyone dislikes this idea of Sam, let me know.
Sam stood very still. They could see her. The look in her father's eyes sadened her. It broke her heart. Her father lowered his sword and stood very still. For the first time she just looked at her father. She realized who he truly was. He wasn't just a pirate, he was her father.
"Sam?" Her father's voice was tired and ragged. It was filled with old tears. Sam didn't know what to say. "I guess they figured that if Barbossa could be a zombie, I could be a ghost." Those were the only words that she could think of. Sam watched as her father stepped down and stood in front of her. His charcoal eyes tried to conceal the pain he was in. Sam reached up to touch her father's cheek. Her hand simply went through.
Sam smiled a sad smile as she faded away.
~*~
*"You shut the bloody hell up!" Sam cowered in the corner of the dark room. Her clothes were torn and her skin was bloody. Her dark charcoal eyes were filled with tears and pain. Her long raven hair tried to hide her. She just wanted to disappear. She wanted somebody to take away all the pain. She wanted her father. A father she hadn't seen in years. Her father was a pirate and he would save her. He would take her away from this awful place. He would take her away so she wouldn't be hurt anymore.
"Your father can't save you girl. Your father don't know where you be. He don't care." This man who was in control of the woman her father had left her with. The whores. Sam bowed her head and buried herself in her arms. Her father didn't love her. He never did. She would die here.*
Sam woke up. The dream had scared her. Could ghosts dream? she wondered. Suddenly she realized she was no longer on her fathers ship. She was surrounded by blue skies, blue water, and sand. She was on an island somewhere. Sam also realized that she was not alone. There was a man a few feet away from her. He was lying on his stomach and his face was pushed in the sand.
The figure was some one she remembered all too well. "The tale never ends." she muttered.
Sam stood up and walked slowly over to the man. "So he finally did it." She remembered the first time that this had happened. The first time it had been her fault. And now it was still her fault. Honestly she could not remember why she had tried to kill Will Turner. But yes, she had tried to kill him. Now she was stuck here, dead.
As Sam sat there looking into the caribbean sun she heard a cough. Bloody hell he was waking up. Wonder what he would think when he found out that he now suffered the fate her father once did. Marooned on a godforsaken spit of land by the ones he trusted the most.
Sam closed her eyes and sunk back into the sand. She hoped that when she woke up she would find out that this was all just a horrible dream.
~*~
"What do you suppose we do now Gibbs?" Annamaria turned her gaze towards Gibbs. She was in an absolute panic. Gibbs looked around in equal panic. He keep looking over the side of the ship hoping to catch a glimpse of them. Annamaria stood at the steer and remembered the scene that had happend only a few hours ago.
Jack was about to throw Will off the boat. But he stopped. He had seen something that they still refused to believe that they had seen. They had seen Sam. She was sure of it. But Sam was dead. After that Jack had lunged at Will and they fought. They had fought until they both fell off the ship. Captain Jack Sparrow and William Turner had been lost at sea.
Author's note: Sorry that I took so long to update. I noticed that some people were confused about the last chapter. Yes Sam is dead. Yes Sam is a ghost. Hey if Barbossa can be a zombie, Sam can be ghost. Well, I had to make this story interesting. If anyone dislikes this idea of Sam, let me know.
Sam stood very still. They could see her. The look in her father's eyes sadened her. It broke her heart. Her father lowered his sword and stood very still. For the first time she just looked at her father. She realized who he truly was. He wasn't just a pirate, he was her father.
"Sam?" Her father's voice was tired and ragged. It was filled with old tears. Sam didn't know what to say. "I guess they figured that if Barbossa could be a zombie, I could be a ghost." Those were the only words that she could think of. Sam watched as her father stepped down and stood in front of her. His charcoal eyes tried to conceal the pain he was in. Sam reached up to touch her father's cheek. Her hand simply went through.
Sam smiled a sad smile as she faded away.
~*~
*"You shut the bloody hell up!" Sam cowered in the corner of the dark room. Her clothes were torn and her skin was bloody. Her dark charcoal eyes were filled with tears and pain. Her long raven hair tried to hide her. She just wanted to disappear. She wanted somebody to take away all the pain. She wanted her father. A father she hadn't seen in years. Her father was a pirate and he would save her. He would take her away from this awful place. He would take her away so she wouldn't be hurt anymore.
"Your father can't save you girl. Your father don't know where you be. He don't care." This man who was in control of the woman her father had left her with. The whores. Sam bowed her head and buried herself in her arms. Her father didn't love her. He never did. She would die here.*
Sam woke up. The dream had scared her. Could ghosts dream? she wondered. Suddenly she realized she was no longer on her fathers ship. She was surrounded by blue skies, blue water, and sand. She was on an island somewhere. Sam also realized that she was not alone. There was a man a few feet away from her. He was lying on his stomach and his face was pushed in the sand.
The figure was some one she remembered all too well. "The tale never ends." she muttered.
Sam stood up and walked slowly over to the man. "So he finally did it." She remembered the first time that this had happened. The first time it had been her fault. And now it was still her fault. Honestly she could not remember why she had tried to kill Will Turner. But yes, she had tried to kill him. Now she was stuck here, dead.
As Sam sat there looking into the caribbean sun she heard a cough. Bloody hell he was waking up. Wonder what he would think when he found out that he now suffered the fate her father once did. Marooned on a godforsaken spit of land by the ones he trusted the most.
Sam closed her eyes and sunk back into the sand. She hoped that when she woke up she would find out that this was all just a horrible dream.
~*~
"What do you suppose we do now Gibbs?" Annamaria turned her gaze towards Gibbs. She was in an absolute panic. Gibbs looked around in equal panic. He keep looking over the side of the ship hoping to catch a glimpse of them. Annamaria stood at the steer and remembered the scene that had happend only a few hours ago.
Jack was about to throw Will off the boat. But he stopped. He had seen something that they still refused to believe that they had seen. They had seen Sam. She was sure of it. But Sam was dead. After that Jack had lunged at Will and they fought. They had fought until they both fell off the ship. Captain Jack Sparrow and William Turner had been lost at sea.