A/N: We do not in any way support what Faith did to Donigan in Chapter 15.
This may seem VERY random, but we feel the need, due to recent issues and
concerns that have arisen, to state that we do not agree with what Faith
did. We didn't fluff this story, and that's why the incident is still in
there. If we had fluffed it, then it would become a peg-leg and eye-patch
story, and nobody wants to read that. So, no- we do not support murder. It
goes against all our beliefs. BUT THIS IS A STORY- nothing more.
DISCLAIMER: don't own it. Plain and simple.
Chapter 17: Love Rekindled
Faith left Jack's cabin and felt as if she was in some sort of nightmare. The crew had now gathered about Faith anxiously, questioning her from all sides. She screwed up her features and shook her head, screaming for quiet. When the pirates finally quieted down, Faith was standing among them, her arms crossed and tapping her foot impatiently. They all looked to her expectantly.
"Abbi is alive!" she called, and an audible sigh passed through the crowd. "She's also badly wounded and we'll probably have to sew it up when the bleeding stops." Shoulders slumped and hopes fell at this news. "Jack is with her now and probably will be until Abbi is completely healed. As she is currently unconscious, no one will be allowed in there save for Jack, myself, and those we permit." She looked at them all, smiled a little, and then pushed her through the crowd to get to the kitchen.
She set about dinner at a fierce will, wishing she had never come on this wretched ship. She was preparing to serve dinner when the tears came. She willed herself to stop, but to no avail. She was scared- scared that Abbi was going to die, scared of not being with Thomas, scared of what she'd done and who she'd seen. She was afraid. The tears were more than enough to confirm that.
She felt someone put a hand on her arm. She looked up, teary-eyed, to see Thomas looking at her pleadingly. She turned away, the tears intensifying. She'd done what she had to do. "I don't know why you thought I didn't agree with your decision to kill Donigan. I was about to do the same thing, but you seemed to beat me to it. I was somewhat shocked... but I understand. I was horrified that you had to go through it at all. I hated the thought that you would be treated like that by anyone."
Faith turned back toward him. "So, the expression wasn't disgust at what I did, but at what he had done?"
"Right. The truth is, Faith, that I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you. You could have easily been in Abbi's place today, and I would've had to live knowing I might not ever see you again and you were mad at me. I think I could have died myself."
Faith felt a weight lifting off her shoulders once again. Thomas was, after all, a pirate. Why should he care if the pirate who messed with his girlfriend is dead? Whether by his hand or someone else's, dead is dead to a pirate, and that's that. She had been so foolish.
"Oh, Thomas, you can't know how wonderful that makes me feel," Faith said, tears brimming once again. Thomas took his cue and took her in his arms. She leaned heavily onto him, her entire body shaking with sobs of joy, worry, and exhaustion. He whispered to her softly, trying to soothe her.
"So this is why Donigan is dead," a familiar voice said from the door. Mr. Gibbs walked in importantly as Faith tried to pull away quickly, but Thomas clung on, his arm around Faith's shoulder. "No," Thomas answered boldly. "Donigan is dead because he was improper to Faith. She did what she thought was necessary. I know you thought well of Donigan, but..."
"Improper, you say?" Gibbs turned to Faith with a questioning glance. "How so?"
"Let me put it in this way,"Faith began. "I am not- and will never be- the ship's wench, nor will I stand for any questionable contact indicating such a position."
"Very well put, Miss Faith. But why have ye been sneaking around with Thomas? Did yeh think we'd kill ya if we knew?"
Thomas spoke up for both of them. "Actually, yes. We did." Thomas and Faith exchanged nervous glances.
"Well, there's no need to hide anymore. We'll not harm ye," Gibbs said as he bustled out. "Killin' ya. Honestly..." he muttered.
Thomas turned to Faith, who smiled weakly. He turned to her to face him and his lips met hers as he thanked God for this wonderful woman. Faith, instead of pulling away, merely rested her head on his chest contentedly.
However, when the rest of the crew came in whistling and catcalling, she pulled away and began serving them all. Thomas was soon beside her, serving them with a smile and taking jokes good-naturedly.
Faith looked up at the hardened pirate standing next to her. He was so kind, gentle, helpful, and good. She knew she could trust him with anything and everything. Maybe that's why she loved him. 'Love?' she asked in her thoughts. 'Yes, love,' she answered herself. She loved him, and that was that.
*
Jack sat at Abbi's bedside with a damp cloth, dabbing her forehead diligently. Beads of sweat were gathering all over Abbi's face, and her skin felt clammy and feverish. Breaths were coming ragged and sharp. A moan of pain and agony escaped her lips every few minutes, even though she was unconscious. And Jack sat there, trying to take it all in. He still couldn't believe what Abbi had done. He was the one who should have died by Norrington's gun, but Abbi put herself on the line to save him. And now she was probably going to die... because of him. He clenched his fist in anger, feeling his fingernails dig into his palm. He wasn't angry so much about the battle- Norrington and his men were the ones that started the fight. Jack and his crew were just defending themselves. No, it was more of the fact that he let himself care about Abbi so much. He was supposed to be a ruthless pirate, and caring for someone like Abbi implied weakness. He was supposed to be the Infamous Captain Jack Sparrow. Strong, courageous, and no weakness whatsoever made him who he was.
But that didn't matter now.
He knew how he felt about her, and as much as he had tried to resist the last few years, he had always looked out for her in particular. He knew the first time he saw her that she was unlike any other woman he had ever met before. Jack had always liked her for her spirit, but the possibility of love was apparent, and Jack just wanted her to know that.
But now she may never know.
Jack held her hand protectively. He never wanted to let go.
Suddenly, Jack saw Abbi's eyes open just a sliver. Abbi looked up to see Jack, a blurry figure swimming in her vision. "Jack..." she whispered weakly. She tried to lift her head off the pillow, but Jack stopped her.
"Shhh," Jack replied, telling her to calm down. He gently stroked her hair as she laid back down, still groaning in pain. She fell into unconsciousness again, her sight going black once more. "I'm right 'ere Abigail," he said, knowing full well that she could not hear him. "I'll never let you go. I... I can't."
Faith came in at this moment, a needle and thread in hand. Jack nodded to her and left Faith to her work. He stood outside his cabin, trying to block out the yells of pain from Abbi as Faith stitched up the wound. He was glad he was not in there with them- he didn't think he could handle seeing Abbi crying out like she was. Faith emerged a few minutes later and smiled at Jack. "You can go in now." With that, she headed down to Abbi's cabin to get some much-needed rest. He walked into his cabin to see Abbi lying in the bed, panting for breath. No doubt that the stitching process wreaked havoc on her body and her mind, she not being awake to know what was going on. He remained silent for the rest of the night, not willing himself to sleep. As the night wore on, Abbi moved and groaned less, and Jack grew more and more exhausted. But he couldn't close his eyes. He was afraid of missing anything happening to Abbi, good or bad. And every time he closed his eyes, Abbi haunted his dreams. So Jack stayed with Abbi, hoping against all hope that the only person he had ever cared about would be all right.
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Could it be our pirate captain is finally admitting his love? Will Abbi admit hers? Will she even survive to tell Jack? Only time will tell...
DaneJade: I know you're not happy... we'll talk more tonight at church... I only hope Ary doesn't get too mad...
foxgirlangie: Thanks! We'll keep writing!
margo: YEAH! Tell barbara that we can't WAIT for her review! I know, I can be so cruel sometimes with Abbi, can't I? ALL HAIL THE POWERFUL AUTHORESS!!! This is just a story, and Abbi is my character, so do you really think I'm going to let her die?... don't answer that... Well, hope you enjoyed this chappy!
whoplayswithpointyobjects: Ooohhh... I really like your screen name!!!!! Very original! Glad you love this story so much! I hope we didn't leave you at such a bad cliffy this time. I know, cliffies are always frustrating, but you gotta have them every now and then! It makes the story worthwhile! Makes you want to come back. Anyway, glad you are enjoying this so much! Looking forward to another review!
Well, that's all for now! Next chappy will probably be up on Sunday or Saturday. Have a good rest of the week!
Keep R&R!
~Joey & Ary~
DISCLAIMER: don't own it. Plain and simple.
Chapter 17: Love Rekindled
Faith left Jack's cabin and felt as if she was in some sort of nightmare. The crew had now gathered about Faith anxiously, questioning her from all sides. She screwed up her features and shook her head, screaming for quiet. When the pirates finally quieted down, Faith was standing among them, her arms crossed and tapping her foot impatiently. They all looked to her expectantly.
"Abbi is alive!" she called, and an audible sigh passed through the crowd. "She's also badly wounded and we'll probably have to sew it up when the bleeding stops." Shoulders slumped and hopes fell at this news. "Jack is with her now and probably will be until Abbi is completely healed. As she is currently unconscious, no one will be allowed in there save for Jack, myself, and those we permit." She looked at them all, smiled a little, and then pushed her through the crowd to get to the kitchen.
She set about dinner at a fierce will, wishing she had never come on this wretched ship. She was preparing to serve dinner when the tears came. She willed herself to stop, but to no avail. She was scared- scared that Abbi was going to die, scared of not being with Thomas, scared of what she'd done and who she'd seen. She was afraid. The tears were more than enough to confirm that.
She felt someone put a hand on her arm. She looked up, teary-eyed, to see Thomas looking at her pleadingly. She turned away, the tears intensifying. She'd done what she had to do. "I don't know why you thought I didn't agree with your decision to kill Donigan. I was about to do the same thing, but you seemed to beat me to it. I was somewhat shocked... but I understand. I was horrified that you had to go through it at all. I hated the thought that you would be treated like that by anyone."
Faith turned back toward him. "So, the expression wasn't disgust at what I did, but at what he had done?"
"Right. The truth is, Faith, that I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you. You could have easily been in Abbi's place today, and I would've had to live knowing I might not ever see you again and you were mad at me. I think I could have died myself."
Faith felt a weight lifting off her shoulders once again. Thomas was, after all, a pirate. Why should he care if the pirate who messed with his girlfriend is dead? Whether by his hand or someone else's, dead is dead to a pirate, and that's that. She had been so foolish.
"Oh, Thomas, you can't know how wonderful that makes me feel," Faith said, tears brimming once again. Thomas took his cue and took her in his arms. She leaned heavily onto him, her entire body shaking with sobs of joy, worry, and exhaustion. He whispered to her softly, trying to soothe her.
"So this is why Donigan is dead," a familiar voice said from the door. Mr. Gibbs walked in importantly as Faith tried to pull away quickly, but Thomas clung on, his arm around Faith's shoulder. "No," Thomas answered boldly. "Donigan is dead because he was improper to Faith. She did what she thought was necessary. I know you thought well of Donigan, but..."
"Improper, you say?" Gibbs turned to Faith with a questioning glance. "How so?"
"Let me put it in this way,"Faith began. "I am not- and will never be- the ship's wench, nor will I stand for any questionable contact indicating such a position."
"Very well put, Miss Faith. But why have ye been sneaking around with Thomas? Did yeh think we'd kill ya if we knew?"
Thomas spoke up for both of them. "Actually, yes. We did." Thomas and Faith exchanged nervous glances.
"Well, there's no need to hide anymore. We'll not harm ye," Gibbs said as he bustled out. "Killin' ya. Honestly..." he muttered.
Thomas turned to Faith, who smiled weakly. He turned to her to face him and his lips met hers as he thanked God for this wonderful woman. Faith, instead of pulling away, merely rested her head on his chest contentedly.
However, when the rest of the crew came in whistling and catcalling, she pulled away and began serving them all. Thomas was soon beside her, serving them with a smile and taking jokes good-naturedly.
Faith looked up at the hardened pirate standing next to her. He was so kind, gentle, helpful, and good. She knew she could trust him with anything and everything. Maybe that's why she loved him. 'Love?' she asked in her thoughts. 'Yes, love,' she answered herself. She loved him, and that was that.
*
Jack sat at Abbi's bedside with a damp cloth, dabbing her forehead diligently. Beads of sweat were gathering all over Abbi's face, and her skin felt clammy and feverish. Breaths were coming ragged and sharp. A moan of pain and agony escaped her lips every few minutes, even though she was unconscious. And Jack sat there, trying to take it all in. He still couldn't believe what Abbi had done. He was the one who should have died by Norrington's gun, but Abbi put herself on the line to save him. And now she was probably going to die... because of him. He clenched his fist in anger, feeling his fingernails dig into his palm. He wasn't angry so much about the battle- Norrington and his men were the ones that started the fight. Jack and his crew were just defending themselves. No, it was more of the fact that he let himself care about Abbi so much. He was supposed to be a ruthless pirate, and caring for someone like Abbi implied weakness. He was supposed to be the Infamous Captain Jack Sparrow. Strong, courageous, and no weakness whatsoever made him who he was.
But that didn't matter now.
He knew how he felt about her, and as much as he had tried to resist the last few years, he had always looked out for her in particular. He knew the first time he saw her that she was unlike any other woman he had ever met before. Jack had always liked her for her spirit, but the possibility of love was apparent, and Jack just wanted her to know that.
But now she may never know.
Jack held her hand protectively. He never wanted to let go.
Suddenly, Jack saw Abbi's eyes open just a sliver. Abbi looked up to see Jack, a blurry figure swimming in her vision. "Jack..." she whispered weakly. She tried to lift her head off the pillow, but Jack stopped her.
"Shhh," Jack replied, telling her to calm down. He gently stroked her hair as she laid back down, still groaning in pain. She fell into unconsciousness again, her sight going black once more. "I'm right 'ere Abigail," he said, knowing full well that she could not hear him. "I'll never let you go. I... I can't."
Faith came in at this moment, a needle and thread in hand. Jack nodded to her and left Faith to her work. He stood outside his cabin, trying to block out the yells of pain from Abbi as Faith stitched up the wound. He was glad he was not in there with them- he didn't think he could handle seeing Abbi crying out like she was. Faith emerged a few minutes later and smiled at Jack. "You can go in now." With that, she headed down to Abbi's cabin to get some much-needed rest. He walked into his cabin to see Abbi lying in the bed, panting for breath. No doubt that the stitching process wreaked havoc on her body and her mind, she not being awake to know what was going on. He remained silent for the rest of the night, not willing himself to sleep. As the night wore on, Abbi moved and groaned less, and Jack grew more and more exhausted. But he couldn't close his eyes. He was afraid of missing anything happening to Abbi, good or bad. And every time he closed his eyes, Abbi haunted his dreams. So Jack stayed with Abbi, hoping against all hope that the only person he had ever cared about would be all right.
~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~
Could it be our pirate captain is finally admitting his love? Will Abbi admit hers? Will she even survive to tell Jack? Only time will tell...
DaneJade: I know you're not happy... we'll talk more tonight at church... I only hope Ary doesn't get too mad...
foxgirlangie: Thanks! We'll keep writing!
margo: YEAH! Tell barbara that we can't WAIT for her review! I know, I can be so cruel sometimes with Abbi, can't I? ALL HAIL THE POWERFUL AUTHORESS!!! This is just a story, and Abbi is my character, so do you really think I'm going to let her die?... don't answer that... Well, hope you enjoyed this chappy!
whoplayswithpointyobjects: Ooohhh... I really like your screen name!!!!! Very original! Glad you love this story so much! I hope we didn't leave you at such a bad cliffy this time. I know, cliffies are always frustrating, but you gotta have them every now and then! It makes the story worthwhile! Makes you want to come back. Anyway, glad you are enjoying this so much! Looking forward to another review!
Well, that's all for now! Next chappy will probably be up on Sunday or Saturday. Have a good rest of the week!
Keep R&R!
~Joey & Ary~