A/N Alright everyone, I suppose I got a fair enough amount of reviews for that last chapter. *ahem* allow me to apologize for not updating frequently enough, my computer got all this adware stuff on it and we had to call this dude in to fix it and my brother wouldn't let me use his computer…. But you guys don't need to hear my excuses; you're just along for the story! So lemme see what I can do with this one…
PS. I'm not really sure about medical stuff or anything, but like… if somebody was going to die from a gunshot, would they wake up first?
I'm joking! I dunno yet if I'm going to kill her or not.
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Jack looked around at the destruction around him. There were rivers of blood on the deck, sitting in puddles around men who were dead and gone. The blood of his men mingled with the blood of his enemies. She scanned the deck quickly for surviving members of his crew.
Eleven. That was very few, barely enough to do anything at all. There were three more who were severely wounded, and who would make it but would need to be treated first.
Jack wondered where Anne was. He scanned the deck once more but she was nowhere, thank goodness. He decided she must have gone into one of the cabins to lie down and be glad that she had her ship back.
Jack gestured to every able bodied man to help drag dead bodies off the deck. "But before you throw anybody off, make sure they're dead, alright mates?" He leaned over a man lying in front of him and frowned at the blood coming from the back of his head. He leaned closer and cut off the guy's ear, frowning when nothing happened. Pulling the guy over his shoulder, he went over to the side of the ship and tossed him over, watching the splash.
"Captain!" A voice said from behind him. For a moment he ignored the voice, but when it reiterated urgency he turned around and froze midstep.
After a moment of just staring at the woman lying on the deck, he lifted her onto his shoulder and carried her into her cabin, the Captain's Cabin.
Remembering how she said she didn't like the smell, he pulled the sheets off the bed and laid her straight on the mattress, not caring if it stained with blood. For a moment, he just looked down at her lying there on the mattress, not sure what to do. He was totally helpless. What did he know about medicine? All he remembered was that for little cuts you have to pour rum onto it and then bandage it.
But this was not a little cut.
He heard footsteps behind him. "Cap'n?" Gibbs' voice came with a bit of a waver.
"Yes?" Jack said, not looking up from Anne.
"We lost all of our cabin boys except one."
"Yes." Jack said, reaching out and brushing one of the red curls that framed Anne's face.
"Cap'n?"
Finally, Jack looked up. Gibbs sighed. "Should I just get the crew to help with the cleaning up of the ship, or should we leave this ship to sink?"
"No!" Jack said, shaking his head. "You can't do that. She wanted this ship more than anything."
Gibbs looked meaningfully at Anne, lying on the bed. "It doesn't look like she's in a position to be wanting anything at the moment, Cap'n."
"Right, right… who knows the most about medicine out of my crew?" Jack asked.
Gibbs thought for a moment. "Well, that would be Cotton, sir, but he's-"
"Get him in here, right away!" Jack said, shooing Gibbs out of the room.
"But Cap'n, Cotton's badly wounded and is in no shape to-"
Jack gave Gibb's a look of indignation. "Well then, who is well enough and knows enough about medicine to attend Anne?"
Gibbs thought some more. Then he grinned sheepishly. "The cabin boy… the only one we have left, he has a fair hand at the medicine business. Says his mother was a healer."
"Bring him in." Jack said immediately. "Now, now, what are you waiting for?" he said, shooing Gibbs away again. A minute later, a young boy stepped into the room, closing the door behind him and snapping it shut tight.
"Fix it!" Jack demanded and pointed at Anne.
The boy gave a small laugh. "It's not quite that simple, Captain Sparrow."
But Jack was not in the mood to be giving small laughs. The boy did not seem to notice. "You still haven't even asked my name."
Jack shot him a look.
"It's Charlie. Charles Crowe." The boy said very quickly, sitting down on the bed and looking over the woman who was lying there.
He blushed a bit upon looking at her and finally looked back up to speak to Jack. "I need to be able to see… where the bullets are."
Jack frowned at him. "I don't mean to be perverted, I just need to see the wound!" Charlie said defensively.
Jack took a small knife off his belt and cut the fabric around her stomach, revealing the two places where blood was still flowing from.
Charlie looked a bit sick. "This is as close as I've ever come to…" He looked up and saw that Jack really didn't care nor want to talk.
"Okay, I'm trying." He mumbled and set about trying to 'fix her.'
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About a half hour, two rum bottles, a lot of bandages, some tweezers, a string, and a needle later, Charlie sat up from his work and looked at Jack. "I'm not quite sure if she'll still make it. She's lost a lot of blood."
"What about the bullets? Did they hit anything?" Jack asked.
"No. The late Antonio may have been a good shot, but he really didn't hit anything."
Jack looked relieved.
"She may die, Captain Sparrow." Charlie said cautiously. "She lost a lot of blood."
Jack looked at him like this thought had no occurred. "She'll be fine." He said, trying to convince himself.
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A/N Okay, so I can't end it yet! But it may be a while till the update.
Erm… by the way, please review! Sorry this chapter is short but I know what I want to happen next and I need to figure out if it would make sense.