Title: Dragonfly
Author: Muse a.k.a. Viorith
Rating: R for sexual content and violence.
Pairing: Will/OFC, Jack/Anna Maria
Feedback: Hell to the yeah!
Archive: Ask first please!
Disclaimer: I own nothing associated with PoTC, I'm just playing with them. I do own Sabine. So please ask if you want to play with her.
Summary: Sabine has loved Will since she was 16, but since his eyes were for Elizabeth only, she settled for his friendship. A year after the curse is lifted, Sabine now needs him to teach her the way of the blade so she can avenge her father's death on a man that once called himself his friend.
Note: "Words in italics inside quotations are spoken in Spanish."
Chapter 4
Sabine stared at the man before her trying to figure out why both his face, and his name struck a familiar chord in her. She also tried to figure out how she could best escape her current situation. It was obvious they had been looking from something. Flour, sugar, coffee beans, and salt covered the floor, the containers that housed them emptied. In addition the cheese and bread left on the table as a snack for her and Will's return rest on the floor, but there was something else there that caught the artists attention. In the middle of the floor, still intact, was also the bottle of wine they would have had with the bread and cheese.
"I don't know you," she stated, even though her gut told her she knew this man. "There is money in the bureau in the dining room, take it and go."
The man before her turned one of the chairs upright and sat down. "My sweet child, we are not looking for money."
His back was turned, and it was enough of an opportunity for the young woman. With the element of surprise on her side, she grabbed the knife hand of the man holding her, and bit down with all her might. Her teeth sinking in until his blood swelled in her mouth. At the same time her heel came crashing down on his foot.
He howled in pain; he also released her as she had hoped. Jacinto was up from his seat lunging at her, but his hands grabbed air as she dropped to the floor. He twisted intent on grabbing her before she could run out the door, but Sabine grabbed the bottle of wine, smashing it against the side of Jacinto's head.
The pirate dropped to the floor, holding his head and groaning in pain. Sabine reached for the neck of the bottle, ready to use it as a weapon. The man that originally held her reached her first, sinking his fingers into her hair and throwing her against the counter. She reached for a butcher's knife, screaming in pain when her captor's knife slashed across her flesh, opening an angry wound on the back of her right hand. He turned her around, and with a closed hand, punched her.
Sabine crumpled to the ground, her face erupting in pain. Warm liquid ran from her right nostril over her lips and down her chin. Red drops dripping onto the beautiful dress, however, the man with the knife wasn't through. He straddled her waist, the knife poised above high as he brought it down to her chest.
"D'angelo, stop!" Jacinto called halting the knife less than a centimeter from her chest.
Jacinto, still cradling the side of his head staggered to his feet, blood mixing with red wine at his temple. D'angelo stood, backing up so Jacinto could take his place. The pirate grabbed the front of Sabine's dress, ripping it as he hauled her off the floor only to cross the back of his hand against her face.
"Little bitch," he seethed, grabbing her up by her hair that was now a mess about her head and face. "I warned you."
He released her, letting her drop back to the floor. Slow tears leaking from her eyes. The pirate passed, his eyes trained on Sabine, ready to stop her should she make an attempt for the doors. He fished the locket from his pocket and dropped back to dangle it before her eyes.
"Do you recognize this?" he questioned. "I know you do, it belonged to your mother." She reached for it, but he pulled it back from her fingers. "I bought it as a wedding present for her."
"Who are you?" she demanded and pushed herself up to a sitting position.
"You do not remember me, of course you were barely three when you last saw me. I gave your father his life, taught him how to survive, and in return he sentenced me to hell on earth."
Sabine continued to glare at him. He was familiar, his name… even his face, but she couldn't place him. "What do you want? Where is my father?"
"Your father is safe, for now. If he remains so is entirely up to you. Did you know your father was pirate? Before he became a seller of goods, or course."
"There are no secrets between us," she hissed, not willing to show any weakness to this man.
"Good, good, that will make this easier. Before your father became a respectable man—at the cost of my freedom— we took the treasure fleet bound from Peru to Spain on a ship named La Samara, I trust you've heard of it?"
"Yes."
"I have come for the map to it's location," he held up a hand when her lips parted, "It's no use lying, your father already told us he gave the map to you as a child. For both your sakes, I do hope you know where it is."
"I do."
"Excellent, you give me the map, yes?"
"No," she replied narrowing her eyes.
"My dear child, that is not an answer that will keep your father alive."
"I do not have it here," she amended. "I will not be able to get it until morning."
Jacinto took a deep breath and stood to pace around the kitchen, "You try my patience, Sabine. Where is the map, exactly?"
"Buried."
In a flash, Jacinto moved back to her, again taking a handful of her dress into his fist. He pulled his hand back to strike her, but stayed the blow at the sound of his look out announcing someone's approach. The hand that almost hit her, gripped her cheeks painfully tight.
"Tomorrow morning at Cider's Peak you will bring the map, I will bring your father. If you don't come alone, if you don't have the map, I will kill him… then I will kill you."
Jacinto pushed her down, and snapped his fingers to D'angelo, who followed him quickly out the back door.
~~~
Will felt terrible, he felt like he was being pulled in a million directions. His heart told him to stay, that Elizabeth's feeling for him had been as strong as his for hers, but his conscience won out. No matter how much he loved Elizabeth, no matter how much she loved him, they were no longer free to express and share it; at least no with each other. Probably the worst part was that he had hurt Sabine.
The image of her expression brought shame to him. **I had no right to say those things to her, especially when I would not have made it without her.** The thought that his words he had caused his friend pain, made him feel lower than the stolen kiss. He would make it up to her, **if she will allow me.**
The blacksmith, like the artist when she walked the same path, was consumed in his own thoughts, but not to the point that he missed the warning cry from the trees. His reaction was to reach for his sword, only remembering he left it at the smithing shoppe when his fingers closed around empty space. Softly he cursed under his breath and looked for a makeshift weapon, picking up a long thick branch that had fallen from a tree.
He approached the house quietly. From the outside, everything appeared to be normal. There was candle light in the kitchen, the door was closed; but when he entered, his mouth gaped open. The room was in complete chaos and in the middle of it all was Sabine, righting the table that had been knocked over.
"Sabine, what hap--" his words trailed off when he saw her face. The bruising on the right side had already began forming from her cheekbone, down to her jaw. Blood was drying to a dark tacky consistency from her right nostril down her chin, and tear flowed silently from her eyes.
"They're gone," she answered the unspoken question in his eyes and resumed her meager attempts to straighten her kitchen. "They have Papa," she added, her shoulders shaking with quiet sobs.
"Who?" he pushed. He touched her chin and gently turned her face up to his eyes. Anger flared as he took a better look at the damage inflicted. "Who did this to you? What happened?"
Her bottom lip began to tremble. She tried to still it, but the harder she tried the more determined it was to betray the fear she felt building in her heart. She wanted to be strong, but she felt so safe when Will pulled her against his chest and into his arms. His hands stroked her hair, that was little more than a tangled mess, and soothed along her back.
"It's okay," he hushed, feeling his shirt moisten under her tears. "I'm here, I won't let anything happen to you, I promise." He placed his lips lovingly against her temple, his arms still holding her close; the fine tremble in her body breaking his heart.
~~~
William Turner, son of Bootstrap Bill Turner, was livid. He was furious at the people who had brought harm to Sabine, but more than anyone, he was furious with himself. He had allowed this to happen, he had sent her home by herself. He didn't like to think what would have come about had he not made it home when he did. From what she had told them, they wouldn't have killed her, but he didn't like to think of the other options to death.
Close to an hour had passed, he had cleaned the wound on her hand, and the blood from her face, and sat patiently listening as she went over everything that happened. She had calmed as she talked, the intense shaking eased up, then ceased all together.
"I'm sorry I wasn't here to protect you," he whispered, his fingers passing over the bruise on her cheek.
Sabine flinched and pulled his hand away, "I doubt there was anything you could have done, save get yourself killed. I think it best your weren't here."
He said nothing for a moment, just looked down at the bloodstained cloth, resting in a bowl of pink water. "You knew your father was a pirate?" he finally questioned. The revelation shocked him, almost as much as it had shocked him to learn his own father took part in piracy, but Sabine seemed adjusted to the idea.
"In a way, si. Papa told me he was, but I just thought him trying to impress me. When he gave me the map…" she shrugged. She had thought he made it up, she never dreamed the map held the location to the true treasure she had heard so much about.
"I've heard stories of the plundered gold of La Samara," he stated, I never really believe in them until now."
"Neither did I, but it would seem the stories are more than just tales."
For a moment, the pirate blood in the young blacksmith surged to the surface. The loot taken from that plundered ship was rumored to be enough to buy a kingdom. His mind reeled at the possibilities, before abashing himself for such thoughts.
"Do you know where it is?" he questioned.
She nodded and stood, beckoning him to follow her as she climbed the stairs to her room. Telling Jacinto the map was buried had, of course, been an utter lie, but Sabine was smart enough to know if the pirate got what he wanted he might have killed her on the spot. She led Will to her dolls which had been scattered across the floor. Her bedroom, like the other rooms had been tossed and searched.
Finding the scissors on the floor, she cut the seems along the back of the doll and searched through the stuffing until she pulled out a rolled up piece of paper.
"My mother gave me this doll, it was the last thing she gave me before she died," she explained. "I figured if Papa ever became lost at sea I would have one thing from both of them."
Will nodded and tucked the map into his shirt pocket.
"What are you doing?" she questioned reaching for it only to have him hold her arms at bay.
"Keeping it safe until tomorrow."
"Will, I need that to rescue my father," she insisted and again tried to reach for the map. When he pulled away she yelled, "Give it to me."
"So you can go charging off on your own? I'm going with you."
"I told you what he said, they'll kill him if I don't come alone."
"Sabine, think about this for a moment. What's to keep them from killing him, or you once you hand this over?"
He watched her make her way to the bed and take a seat, tears once again welling in her eyes. "I can't lose him, Will. I can't."
"You won't," he insisted. He knelt before her, and took her hands in his. "But I can't— I won't let you go alone. Have faith in me?"
Sabine looked up into his eyes, blinking several times to keep the forming tears at bay. He cupped the left side of her face, his thumb affectionately stroking her cheek. His heart softening when she turned into his touch. He wondered how a night that started off so perfectly could end in such disaster and turmoil. Guilt began to gnaw at him as his mind recalled the image of Sabine when she stepped from behind the curtain.
She had looked like a princess; she had looked beautiful. And even now with the right side of her face discolored and swelling, she still looked beautiful. He shifted his hands, placing them against her neck, "I promise, I'll look after you, no matter what happens," he pledged. He pulled her forward as he leaned in, his lips a whisper against hers before once again, pulling her body against his.
~~~
Sabine had tried to talk Will out of accompanying her to the peak, but she was thankful he hadn't listened. Standing twenty-five yards away was Jacinto and D'angleo, but it was the man between them Sabine stared at. Diego looked like he held out forever before finally giving the location of the map. His face was little more than a beaten pulp. Even at the distance she could see one eye, had been beaten so badly it was sealed behind a swollen lid.
"Papa," she whispered, then felt Will's hand squeeze hers reassuringly.
"I thought I said to come alone," Jacinto remarked calmly.
"You have not come alone," she pointed out. Again, her strong voice, betraying the fear she felt.
"For your sake, I hope you are unarmed," Jacinto gave a nod, and a man appeared from the cluster of trees.
He grinned, displaying a mouthful of rotten, and half rotten teeth as he approached the two. His pat down of Will was quick and perfunctory, in contrast to the search of Sabine. He let his eyes, roam her body as much as his hands, the lecherous smile on his face spreading at her apparent discomfort.
"That's enough," Will grabbed the man's wrist, only to have a pistol pulled and shoved against his cheek.
"I say when it's enough," he snapped.
"Are they armed?" Jacinto called.
"No, they ain't armed… pity," he added glaring at the blacksmith.
"Give him the map Sabine," the pirate ordered.
Sabine turned to Will and gave a slight nod. Without taking his eyes from the scum before him, Will reached into his pocket and pulled the map out. The man snatched it from his fingers and ferried it over to Jacinto who looked it over, then shoved it inside his shirt.
"Very good," he called, "Very good indeed."
"I've given you what you want," Sabine began, "Now release my father."
He chuckled and shook his head, "I do not remember making that agreement."
"You bastard, what more do you want? You have the map take it and go."
"I want revenge," he called, "For eight years I rotted in a cell because of Diego Arroyo. I want my life back, and if I can't have that…"
Jacinto pulled the gun from where a belt held in to his side. Without a moment of pause or hesitation he raised it to Diego's head and pulled the trigger. Sabine screamed, her instinct was to rush forward, but Will grabbed her round the waist and pulled her to the ground. His fear had been that Jacinto wouldn't be satisfied with just the death of Diego, but that seemed to be all the pirate was interested in.
He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the blood spray from his face, before causally turning away as if he were leaving a picnic and not the body of a man he murdered. His men, not needing to be asked, followed him. Even still, Will continued to detain Sabine, until the struggling girl wouldn't be restrained.
She broke from his hold and sprinted to her father's side, screaming his name.
"Papa," she cried cradling his head in her lap, his blood soaking her dress through. "No Papa, please… please don't."
He wasn't dead, but the wound was too grave, and the blood loss too plentiful. He wasn't dead, but it was only a matter of seconds.
"Floorboard," he muttered.
"Papa?"
"Bedroo—"
"Papa?" she called trying to focus on her father through the film of tears. "Papa!" she screamed when there was no response.
"He's gone," Will announced softly.
"No, no he's not dead, he's not dead," she cried, rocking her father's body repeating the words over and over as if they alone could bring him back. He tried to comfort her, but at every attempt, Sabine rebuked him, screaming that her father would be all right. In the end, the blacksmith stood back, allowing his friend her time to grieve.