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Chapter 11
Abbi huffed and puffed as she stomped through the dirty streets of Tortuga. She was growing impatient. She knew Jack well enough to know he was probably passed out in some tavern with a bottle of rum in one hand and a strumpet in the other. But by now she had searched four taverns well, and each of them carried no sign of Jack. She came across the fifth tavern and stepped in cautiously. She was sickened by the sight of many wenches trying to seduce men much older than themselves. "So, how much will it cost to take you home with me?"
Abbi turned around sharply to see a big, dirty man giving her a toothless grin. She put a disgusting look on her face before declaring, "I am no wench!"
"Then why are you here?"
"I've been looking for someone."
"Why not just take me?" the man asked, advancing on her slowly. Abbi backed away until she hit a wall. He came up to her, his body only inches sway from hers. "I've been looking for someone too."
"Don't make me kill you," Abbi said in a dangerous voice.
"With what, ducky? Oh, you mean with this?" he asked while twirling Abbi's pistol on his finger. Abbi stared in shock as he threw the pistol and it broke the window of the tavern. "Now, how much do you want for tonight?"
Abbi felt the anger rising within her. "Wretch!" she cried as she tried to slap him.
He grabbed her wrist instinctively before her hand could make contact with his face. "Ahh... I guess that means you'll be working for free." Abbi's eyes widened in fury. "Good. You can do my friends while you're at it." He grabbed Abbi's other wrist and threw her a crowd of men eagerly awaiting some fun. They groped for her body, and Abbi screamed in frustration and fear. Abbi struggled to get away before her body hit hard on a round table. She tried once again to get away, but the men pinned her arms to the table. They were much stronger than her, and she realized she had no hope. Abbi's face contorted into on of extreme fury as the man bent over her and took out his dagger under Abbi's shirt at her shoulder and cut it all the way down the sleeve to the wrist. As he made his way to the other side of her shirt, Abbi kicked him hard in the shin. The man retreated in pain while the other men holding her made a mad dash to restrain her legs as well. The man glared at Abbi, then cracked a malevolent grin. He gently stroked his dagger over Abbi's leg before, swiftly and deftly, cutting her leg open from her knee to her ankle. Abbi yelped in very real pain but quickly regained composure, determined not to give them any pleasure from the pain. The man leaned over Abbi once more, the same grin plastered on his face. "Ready to comply with terms, ducky?"
Abbi's mouth formed into a thin line. She spat in his face before yelling, "I'll die first!"
The man stood back up with an angry frown. That can be arranged!" he yelled, raising his dagger squarely above Abbi's heart.
Abbi closed her eyes and anticipated the blow that would end her life.
But it never came.
Instead, Abbi heard a voice growl behind the man, "You sure you want to be doing that?"
"Yeah, I do," the man said, paying no attention to the menacing voice.
"Your funeral," the voice said before pulling the trigger on his gun, aimed at the man's back. Abbi heard a bang and opened her eyes just in time to see the man drop dead before her. Before she had time to identify her rescuer, the men pinning her down let go of her and turned the table over, sending Abbi flying across the room. She hit the wall with a loud thud and fell to the floor. She gathered herself and crawled to a corner of the room, her body curled in a tight ball. A fight had broken out among the men, but Abbi barely noticed. The pain seething through her body stole most of her attention. Bruises were forming where the men had pulled her down. Her leg was still bleeding freely. She turned her head toward the wall, not willing herself to move. She heard gunshots, though she did not know I her rescuer was the shooter or the one being shot at. After a few moments, all shooting had ceased. Abbi felt a hand gently grip her shoulder. She jerked away instinctively before a voice gently called her name. "Abbi?"
She finally looked up at the man.
Her rescuer had been none other than Captain Jack Sparrow.
He looked deep into her eyes and saw two things he had never seen before in her: fear and tears.
"Jack... I... they... oh, Jack!" was all Abbi could say as he pulled her into his arms. She cried silently but uncontrollably onto his shoulder as he rocked her back and forth.
"It's all right, Abbi... I'm here. I will never let anything happen to you," Jack whispered gently to her. Abbi pulled away and looked at him, tears staining her face and stinging her eyes.
"How did you find me?"
"I saw your gun lying among broken glass outside. I heard a scream and knew immediately that somethin' was wrong." He handed Abbi her pistol and she tucked it safely back in her belt. Jack swallowed hard. He didn't like seeing Abbi in so much pain. It made him angry and upset to see her afraid and vulnerable. He stood up and put his hand out for Abbi to take. She took it and pulled herself onto her feet. "I guess we ought to get back to the ship, eh? Do you need any 'elp?"
"No, I'm fine," Abbi said. Jack turned to walk away, but did not take two steps before hearing a thud behind him. He turned around to see Abbi lying on the ground, clutching her leg and moaning in agony. His eyes widened as he examined the still bleeding wound on Abbi's leg. Before Abbi could protest, Jack bent over and scooped her up into his arms and carried her toward the ship.
Abbi felt mortified. She had just cried in front of her Captain and now he was carrying her as if she was helpless. She reprimanded herself mentally for not taking control of her actions.
A small voice in Abbi's head piped up, telling her not to feel ashamed. Even though she wasn't helpless, the fact was that she could not walk in her current state. And she should have felt proud – not many women would have put up a fight like she did. And Jack was with her now – she was safe.
'Safe,' Abbi thought. She had never felt this way. She had always thought to trust nobody. She had never trusted anyone to make her feel safe. But now she was in Jack's arms, and she had never felt so protected in her life. She sighed deeply and rested her head on Jack's chest, completely exhausted. 'I am safe,' Abbi thought, smiling inwardly.
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So, what about it? YEAH- Jack saves the day! He's certainly MY hero!
Pirate'sRedWinter: Why does everybody think Abbi loves Jack?!? J/k! Yes, now Faith and Thomas are officially an item! YEAH! Happy day! But when will Jack and Abbi's day come? Or the more important question... WILL IT EVER COME AT ALL?!?!? Keep in touch to find out!
margo: Here's more! Hope you enjoyed! We really appreciate your review! Keep writing & reading!
Dust In The Wind: Hope you liked it! Feel free to review again!
And to the rest of you... thanks for reading! But we would love you MORE if you reviewed! Please make our day and review!
Happy R&R!
~Ary & Joey~
Chapter 11
Abbi huffed and puffed as she stomped through the dirty streets of Tortuga. She was growing impatient. She knew Jack well enough to know he was probably passed out in some tavern with a bottle of rum in one hand and a strumpet in the other. But by now she had searched four taverns well, and each of them carried no sign of Jack. She came across the fifth tavern and stepped in cautiously. She was sickened by the sight of many wenches trying to seduce men much older than themselves. "So, how much will it cost to take you home with me?"
Abbi turned around sharply to see a big, dirty man giving her a toothless grin. She put a disgusting look on her face before declaring, "I am no wench!"
"Then why are you here?"
"I've been looking for someone."
"Why not just take me?" the man asked, advancing on her slowly. Abbi backed away until she hit a wall. He came up to her, his body only inches sway from hers. "I've been looking for someone too."
"Don't make me kill you," Abbi said in a dangerous voice.
"With what, ducky? Oh, you mean with this?" he asked while twirling Abbi's pistol on his finger. Abbi stared in shock as he threw the pistol and it broke the window of the tavern. "Now, how much do you want for tonight?"
Abbi felt the anger rising within her. "Wretch!" she cried as she tried to slap him.
He grabbed her wrist instinctively before her hand could make contact with his face. "Ahh... I guess that means you'll be working for free." Abbi's eyes widened in fury. "Good. You can do my friends while you're at it." He grabbed Abbi's other wrist and threw her a crowd of men eagerly awaiting some fun. They groped for her body, and Abbi screamed in frustration and fear. Abbi struggled to get away before her body hit hard on a round table. She tried once again to get away, but the men pinned her arms to the table. They were much stronger than her, and she realized she had no hope. Abbi's face contorted into on of extreme fury as the man bent over her and took out his dagger under Abbi's shirt at her shoulder and cut it all the way down the sleeve to the wrist. As he made his way to the other side of her shirt, Abbi kicked him hard in the shin. The man retreated in pain while the other men holding her made a mad dash to restrain her legs as well. The man glared at Abbi, then cracked a malevolent grin. He gently stroked his dagger over Abbi's leg before, swiftly and deftly, cutting her leg open from her knee to her ankle. Abbi yelped in very real pain but quickly regained composure, determined not to give them any pleasure from the pain. The man leaned over Abbi once more, the same grin plastered on his face. "Ready to comply with terms, ducky?"
Abbi's mouth formed into a thin line. She spat in his face before yelling, "I'll die first!"
The man stood back up with an angry frown. That can be arranged!" he yelled, raising his dagger squarely above Abbi's heart.
Abbi closed her eyes and anticipated the blow that would end her life.
But it never came.
Instead, Abbi heard a voice growl behind the man, "You sure you want to be doing that?"
"Yeah, I do," the man said, paying no attention to the menacing voice.
"Your funeral," the voice said before pulling the trigger on his gun, aimed at the man's back. Abbi heard a bang and opened her eyes just in time to see the man drop dead before her. Before she had time to identify her rescuer, the men pinning her down let go of her and turned the table over, sending Abbi flying across the room. She hit the wall with a loud thud and fell to the floor. She gathered herself and crawled to a corner of the room, her body curled in a tight ball. A fight had broken out among the men, but Abbi barely noticed. The pain seething through her body stole most of her attention. Bruises were forming where the men had pulled her down. Her leg was still bleeding freely. She turned her head toward the wall, not willing herself to move. She heard gunshots, though she did not know I her rescuer was the shooter or the one being shot at. After a few moments, all shooting had ceased. Abbi felt a hand gently grip her shoulder. She jerked away instinctively before a voice gently called her name. "Abbi?"
She finally looked up at the man.
Her rescuer had been none other than Captain Jack Sparrow.
He looked deep into her eyes and saw two things he had never seen before in her: fear and tears.
"Jack... I... they... oh, Jack!" was all Abbi could say as he pulled her into his arms. She cried silently but uncontrollably onto his shoulder as he rocked her back and forth.
"It's all right, Abbi... I'm here. I will never let anything happen to you," Jack whispered gently to her. Abbi pulled away and looked at him, tears staining her face and stinging her eyes.
"How did you find me?"
"I saw your gun lying among broken glass outside. I heard a scream and knew immediately that somethin' was wrong." He handed Abbi her pistol and she tucked it safely back in her belt. Jack swallowed hard. He didn't like seeing Abbi in so much pain. It made him angry and upset to see her afraid and vulnerable. He stood up and put his hand out for Abbi to take. She took it and pulled herself onto her feet. "I guess we ought to get back to the ship, eh? Do you need any 'elp?"
"No, I'm fine," Abbi said. Jack turned to walk away, but did not take two steps before hearing a thud behind him. He turned around to see Abbi lying on the ground, clutching her leg and moaning in agony. His eyes widened as he examined the still bleeding wound on Abbi's leg. Before Abbi could protest, Jack bent over and scooped her up into his arms and carried her toward the ship.
Abbi felt mortified. She had just cried in front of her Captain and now he was carrying her as if she was helpless. She reprimanded herself mentally for not taking control of her actions.
A small voice in Abbi's head piped up, telling her not to feel ashamed. Even though she wasn't helpless, the fact was that she could not walk in her current state. And she should have felt proud – not many women would have put up a fight like she did. And Jack was with her now – she was safe.
'Safe,' Abbi thought. She had never felt this way. She had always thought to trust nobody. She had never trusted anyone to make her feel safe. But now she was in Jack's arms, and she had never felt so protected in her life. She sighed deeply and rested her head on Jack's chest, completely exhausted. 'I am safe,' Abbi thought, smiling inwardly.
~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~
So, what about it? YEAH- Jack saves the day! He's certainly MY hero!
Pirate'sRedWinter: Why does everybody think Abbi loves Jack?!? J/k! Yes, now Faith and Thomas are officially an item! YEAH! Happy day! But when will Jack and Abbi's day come? Or the more important question... WILL IT EVER COME AT ALL?!?!? Keep in touch to find out!
margo: Here's more! Hope you enjoyed! We really appreciate your review! Keep writing & reading!
Dust In The Wind: Hope you liked it! Feel free to review again!
And to the rest of you... thanks for reading! But we would love you MORE if you reviewed! Please make our day and review!
Happy R&R!
~Ary & Joey~