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Jen watched in horror as Jack slowly turned. Adam kept his sword pointed at Jack's heart.
"Let us go, Adam. You don't want either of us." Jack warned. Adam smiled faintly.
"You're right, Jack. I don't want you. And I certainly don't want that hellion that I've claimed as my wife. What I want is you dead, and Jen reformed as a lady of society." Adam said calmly.
"You can hope." Jack said dryly. Jen swam slowly up to the dock, reaching up and grabbing on, beginning to pull herself out, her dress plastered to her and her hair sticking to her face. Jack pulled out his own sword with a sound that sounded like shivering metal. (Lol I don't really know what 'shivering metal' is but it sounds good to me!)
"The best way to predict your future is to make it." Adam quoted. (That's a real quote!) Jen reached up higher onto the dock, digging in her fingers and kicking her feet in order to get up. She was staring hard at the dock when she heard metal ring against metal. Startled, she looked up and let her grip go slack in time to see Jack meeting Adam's advance. But she had lost her grip, and slid back into the water with a splash. She could still hear the fighting as she struggled to break the surface. Using her feet, she propelled herself upward. Finally, she crashed through and worked on trying to get up again. Jack and Adam were fighting still, circling and occasionally a sword would slash out and then be blocked. Jen finally made it up onto the dock, though she was still kneeling. She looked around for something so she could help Jack. She saw nothing. Suddenly, she heard a splash, and looked up to see Jack's sword plummet down to the bottom of the ocean. Adam was once again pointing his sword at Jack's heart, grinning like a jackal.
"I'm older, wiser, and stronger." Adam sneered. Jack held up his hands, wary of the sharp point. Jen saw the blade of the sunken sword glitter from the bottom and instantly dove in after it. She fought her way down to the bottom, careful not to spear herself on the pointed tip. Her lungs were burning by the time her fingers brushed over the blade. She let out a few bubbles as the blade sliced her finger open, but she ignored it and found the hilt. Snatching it up, she kicked off the bottom and was propelled to the surface. Adam and Jack were still arguing. Once again, Jen had to get up. She was going to try putting the blade between her teeth as she'd seen pirates in pictures do with daggers, but she was in no mood to accidentally cut off her lower jaw. Frustrated, she grabbed the wooden dock with one hand and pulled upward, getting up high enough to drive the sword into the dock. This accomplished, she grabbed it with both hands and pulled up, her hands nearly getting cut as she pulled herself up. Jack was eyeing the sword as Adam brandished his own.
"Just a minute, Jack." Jen panted, trying to pull the sword up out of the dock. It wouldn't budge. The wooden sheath was strong. Jen heard the swish of Adam's blade and looked up to see Adam lashing out.
"Jack!" She screamed in terror, hoping the blade wouldn't slice through Jack. But he had put up a fist, and the blade instead slice his knuckle. Jack grimaced as the pain registered and his red blood slowly dripped down to the dock. Jen was still struggling with the sword.
"Get out, get out!" She muttered frantically. She heard the sword swish again and saw Jack get his other knuckle cut. Angry, she gave a huge heave and the sword flew out, the force throwing Jen to the ground. The sword was sent spinning through the air, back towards the water. But suddenly, a hand dripping off blood caught the hilt. Jack grinned triumphantly and lowered the sword to fighting level.
"We're on even grounds, Hawke." He laughed. Adam's face hardened and he turned to Jen.
"Stupid wench! I'm sick of your stupidity!" He snarled, advancing on Jen, who had been smiling triumphantly at Jack's gain. She barely saw the blade slicing through the air. But she felt the burn as the blade sliced across her stomach. Jen gasped and clutched her stomach, her shift turning red as blood seeped through it and spread. Jen breathed in deeply, trying to shake off the shock that had overtaken her. Almost instantly, Jack descended upon Adam. The swords rang out as the force that pushed them together rebounded them as well. Jen stared through eyes that seemed to be fogging up at the dock, Jack's bleeding knuckles creating trails of blood that followed the fighters. Something was shining in the moonlight...something that looked like a blade. Jen stared hard at it, thinking, her thoughts coming slowly. Her hands felt slippery, she barely realized that it was her blood causing them to be so slick. She looked down and saw the wound, the pain seemed to intensify as she registered the cut. It looked so ugly she nearly retched. But she slowly, ever so slowly, because with every move her stomach burned and seemed to send the pain to every joint, began to crawl towards the blade. She faintly recognized it as the sword she had taken from the guard Jack knocked out. Her hands grasped it as tightly as they could, summoning a portion of her failing strength. She got up slowly, the tip of the sword dragging on the dock. With baby steps, she made her way towards the fighting duo. In the back of her mind, she heard screams.
"Elizabeth!" It sounded like Will.
"Will! Oh, Jack!" Screamed a woman. Jen's brain was getting tired and foggy. Black mist seemed to be rolling in from everywhere.
"JEN!" The voice was painfully familiar, but Jen's cloudy mind couldn't place it. More voices, getting closer. Jen was behind Adam, raising the sword in her own blood filled hands.
"Jen!" The man with the warm, familiar voice gasped, seeing her raise the sword. Jen faintly remembered something. Adam. That was who she was behind.
"Adam!" She breathed darkly. Adam turned, his eyes hardening at first, then widening. His own sword flashed out the same second Jen's drove down. The world was going blacker by the second. Jen's eyes widened as well, and dropped her hold on the sword. She didn't even hear the sound it should make when it hit the dock. What she did hear was a chorus of voices.
"JEN!" Screamed three voices in the night. But Jen was falling, or so it seemed, her eyes half closed, the mist thicker than ever.
WHAT'S GOING ON? IS JEN DEAD...OR IS ADAM?
Jen watched in horror as Jack slowly turned. Adam kept his sword pointed at Jack's heart.
"Let us go, Adam. You don't want either of us." Jack warned. Adam smiled faintly.
"You're right, Jack. I don't want you. And I certainly don't want that hellion that I've claimed as my wife. What I want is you dead, and Jen reformed as a lady of society." Adam said calmly.
"You can hope." Jack said dryly. Jen swam slowly up to the dock, reaching up and grabbing on, beginning to pull herself out, her dress plastered to her and her hair sticking to her face. Jack pulled out his own sword with a sound that sounded like shivering metal. (Lol I don't really know what 'shivering metal' is but it sounds good to me!)
"The best way to predict your future is to make it." Adam quoted. (That's a real quote!) Jen reached up higher onto the dock, digging in her fingers and kicking her feet in order to get up. She was staring hard at the dock when she heard metal ring against metal. Startled, she looked up and let her grip go slack in time to see Jack meeting Adam's advance. But she had lost her grip, and slid back into the water with a splash. She could still hear the fighting as she struggled to break the surface. Using her feet, she propelled herself upward. Finally, she crashed through and worked on trying to get up again. Jack and Adam were fighting still, circling and occasionally a sword would slash out and then be blocked. Jen finally made it up onto the dock, though she was still kneeling. She looked around for something so she could help Jack. She saw nothing. Suddenly, she heard a splash, and looked up to see Jack's sword plummet down to the bottom of the ocean. Adam was once again pointing his sword at Jack's heart, grinning like a jackal.
"I'm older, wiser, and stronger." Adam sneered. Jack held up his hands, wary of the sharp point. Jen saw the blade of the sunken sword glitter from the bottom and instantly dove in after it. She fought her way down to the bottom, careful not to spear herself on the pointed tip. Her lungs were burning by the time her fingers brushed over the blade. She let out a few bubbles as the blade sliced her finger open, but she ignored it and found the hilt. Snatching it up, she kicked off the bottom and was propelled to the surface. Adam and Jack were still arguing. Once again, Jen had to get up. She was going to try putting the blade between her teeth as she'd seen pirates in pictures do with daggers, but she was in no mood to accidentally cut off her lower jaw. Frustrated, she grabbed the wooden dock with one hand and pulled upward, getting up high enough to drive the sword into the dock. This accomplished, she grabbed it with both hands and pulled up, her hands nearly getting cut as she pulled herself up. Jack was eyeing the sword as Adam brandished his own.
"Just a minute, Jack." Jen panted, trying to pull the sword up out of the dock. It wouldn't budge. The wooden sheath was strong. Jen heard the swish of Adam's blade and looked up to see Adam lashing out.
"Jack!" She screamed in terror, hoping the blade wouldn't slice through Jack. But he had put up a fist, and the blade instead slice his knuckle. Jack grimaced as the pain registered and his red blood slowly dripped down to the dock. Jen was still struggling with the sword.
"Get out, get out!" She muttered frantically. She heard the sword swish again and saw Jack get his other knuckle cut. Angry, she gave a huge heave and the sword flew out, the force throwing Jen to the ground. The sword was sent spinning through the air, back towards the water. But suddenly, a hand dripping off blood caught the hilt. Jack grinned triumphantly and lowered the sword to fighting level.
"We're on even grounds, Hawke." He laughed. Adam's face hardened and he turned to Jen.
"Stupid wench! I'm sick of your stupidity!" He snarled, advancing on Jen, who had been smiling triumphantly at Jack's gain. She barely saw the blade slicing through the air. But she felt the burn as the blade sliced across her stomach. Jen gasped and clutched her stomach, her shift turning red as blood seeped through it and spread. Jen breathed in deeply, trying to shake off the shock that had overtaken her. Almost instantly, Jack descended upon Adam. The swords rang out as the force that pushed them together rebounded them as well. Jen stared through eyes that seemed to be fogging up at the dock, Jack's bleeding knuckles creating trails of blood that followed the fighters. Something was shining in the moonlight...something that looked like a blade. Jen stared hard at it, thinking, her thoughts coming slowly. Her hands felt slippery, she barely realized that it was her blood causing them to be so slick. She looked down and saw the wound, the pain seemed to intensify as she registered the cut. It looked so ugly she nearly retched. But she slowly, ever so slowly, because with every move her stomach burned and seemed to send the pain to every joint, began to crawl towards the blade. She faintly recognized it as the sword she had taken from the guard Jack knocked out. Her hands grasped it as tightly as they could, summoning a portion of her failing strength. She got up slowly, the tip of the sword dragging on the dock. With baby steps, she made her way towards the fighting duo. In the back of her mind, she heard screams.
"Elizabeth!" It sounded like Will.
"Will! Oh, Jack!" Screamed a woman. Jen's brain was getting tired and foggy. Black mist seemed to be rolling in from everywhere.
"JEN!" The voice was painfully familiar, but Jen's cloudy mind couldn't place it. More voices, getting closer. Jen was behind Adam, raising the sword in her own blood filled hands.
"Jen!" The man with the warm, familiar voice gasped, seeing her raise the sword. Jen faintly remembered something. Adam. That was who she was behind.
"Adam!" She breathed darkly. Adam turned, his eyes hardening at first, then widening. His own sword flashed out the same second Jen's drove down. The world was going blacker by the second. Jen's eyes widened as well, and dropped her hold on the sword. She didn't even hear the sound it should make when it hit the dock. What she did hear was a chorus of voices.
"JEN!" Screamed three voices in the night. But Jen was falling, or so it seemed, her eyes half closed, the mist thicker than ever.
WHAT'S GOING ON? IS JEN DEAD...OR IS ADAM?