Amoria
Chapter 9- A Sparrow's Sorrow
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Just as the man hit the ground, another shot rang out….
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I looked up and saw the man my father had been fighting now had his pistol trained on me. That's when I felt a sharp pain in my side; I placed my hand against the spot and then removed it.
Blood.
Without warning, I felt the deck collide with my body and I heard someone holler:
"AMI!"
~~~~~Jack's Point of View (A/N: this may be a little off, if it is please tell me) ~~~~~~~
I spun around when I saw Amoria fire a shot; I did so just in time to see a man that could have killed me hit the deck. When I did, another shot rang out. I turned back in time to see Michael lower his pistol. My eyes widened as I saw Amoria's hand was covered in blood; then she collapsed to the deck. Anger flooded though my body.
"AMI!" I hollered; immediately thinking she was dead. I turned my attention back to Michael. "Ye bastard!" I caught him off guard so I used my cutlass to remove his weapons from his grasp then placed it to his throat.
"She killed my father!" was all he said; I was about to reply when a loud cry from my crew indicating we won stopped me. I clenched my teeth trying to suppress the urge to slit his throat right then and there, but I had a more important matter.
"Lock 'im in the brig!" I hollered to the nearest crewmember, he complied with an "Aye Captain."
I quickly ran to Amoria; picked the unconscious girl up gently, and took her into my cabin. As I laid her on the bed, Gibbs knocked on the door.
"Captain?"
"Aye, come in Gibbs, ye bloody idiot!" I hadn't meant to sound to sound so angry but I had a wide range of emotions flowing through me; something I had never experienced before. He entered the cabin and took in the situation with wide eyes.
"Jack…Is she…? Is there anythin' I can do?"
"Aye, ye can get me the damn medical supplies!" I ordered. He quickly turned to do as I had said. I grabbed the chair from my desk and pulled it over to the side of the bed. I rolled her shirt back to just above her navel to see how bad the wound actually was. It was bleeding profusely, so I placed pressure on the wound; she flinched in pain. I didn't want to hurt her, but I had no choice. Gibbs returned with the things I had told him to get.
"Need any 'elp captain?" he asked. I knew of course he didn't know why I cared for this girl; all I had told the crew was that if anyone were to touch her I'd kill them. For all Gibbs knew she could have been a whore I had picked up because I had given them no explanation.
"No, jus' leave." I stated.
"Aye, Captain." With that, he turned and left me to take care of Amoria. The bullet was too deep to remove. I grabbed a bottle of rum from my stash and a rage Gibbs had brought and proceeded to clean the wound. She flinched with pain even in her unconscious state. I quickly finished cleaning and dressed the wound. I blamed myself for her injury, I knew she could die from the wound; I knew all too well. All because I wasn't bloody watching my back!
I was about to take a drink of the rum and it hit me: she saved my life and I couldn't even bloody protect her!
"I jus' find me only living relative an' I migh' lose 'er!" I looked at the rum bottle in my hand; I finished off the remaining rum quickly and chucked the empty bottle across the room in anger. It hit the wall and shattered. Gibbs must've heard this because he knocked loudly on the door.
"Captain, ye ok?"
"Aye, come in Gibbs." I said with a tone that could not express how I felt at that moment. He entered and shook his head at me.
"Ye really care for the lass, don' ye?"
"Aye Gibbs, she be me daughter." He looked at me as the realization of what I said sank in.
"Aye, now I see it."
"See wha'?"
"She looks jus' like ye, Jack—"
"Damn it all! Why couldn' I jus' protect her?!?"
"Ye did the bes' ye could Jack!" He shook his head again. "I'll leave ye an' inform the crew, they be beginnin' ta worry." He turned and left. Two days past and she was still out and I was beginning to worry; I began whispering to her praying she would wake up:
"Ye know, yell be the firs' person I ever said this to but here goes…..I love ye, yer me own flesh an' blood, an' I only just realized 'ow precious life is." I grabbed her hand and kissed it. Out of nowhere she squeezed my hand and cracked open her eyes.
"I….love…you…to." she whispered; then just as quickly she was out again, I doubted she'd remember that and I was right. I stayed by her side everyday and night because I promised she'd never be alone and I intended to keep that promise…
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