My Goddess

Cheating Death

Chapter 6: Paris Burning

Summery: Jack knew Barbossa was dead, but what happens when his mutinous first mate convinces the angel of death to allow him and his crew to seek their revenge against Jack? And what happens when the angel of death gets involved? Better than it sounds! Promise!

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A/N: It's been.... 4(?) chapters since Jack was in it OO.... –goes through withdrawal- Time to have some Jack here! This was meant to be in chapter 5, but it was too long. So I just split it.

Jack gripped the wheel of the Black Pearl as another cannon ball hit the haul. Jack gritted his teeth as he felt the deck tilt; the starboard side was sinking.

"Cap'n!" Gibbs yelled over blasts as he held onto the ship's railing. "We must abandon ship!"

"Like shit I am!" Jack yelled. There was another loud blast and a flash jolted the ship. Jack gave a small cry as the helm started to sink.

"Cap'n!" Gibbs yelled as he tackled Jack. They both slid on the deck and over the edge into the ocean.

Jack's eyes shot open as he sprang up to a sitting position. His breathing was heavy and hoarse. He gave a winded sigh. It was night and the usual noise would be heard from all around. He brought a hand up to wipe sweat from his forehead. He looked at it before he could touch his skin. Four deep, linear wounds were cut into palm. His fingertips were bloody. He brought both hands before him; the same result appeared on his left hand. They fell onto bloody sheets that rested on his lap. He must have been clutching when the Pearl went down. "Damnnit." he muttered.

"What's the matter?"

Jack jumped as he looked up. Looking back at him from the lounge chair was Theal.

"You're still here." He said, more of a statement than a question.

She nodded. "I am. Of course if you wish for me to leave, I will." She sat up.

"No, no." Jack said quickly. "Y-you can stay." He did not truly wish for company at the moment, but he knew the moment she left he would curse for scaring away the only person he'd talked to in weeks.

She stood up and walked over to him. She noticed the blood. "Damn, are you ok?" She said, almost surprised.

"What? Oh." He glanced at his hands. "I'm fine; don't worry about me." He said trying to conceal his them, but she quickly took his hands in hers. A strange chill went down Jack's spine at her touch. He'd never felt that strange tingling down his spine. His stomach knotted.

Theal walked over to his boutique dresser and rummaged through the junk. She found a long cloth and a shorter one. She walked over the water pitcher and poured water onto the short cloth and came back to the bed, sitting in front of Jack. She proceeded to clean his right palm with the damp cloth. "You were really tossing and turning. Obviously not a pleasant dream, eh?"

Jack frowned. "I don't mean to be rude, luv," he muttered, "but what are you still doing here?"

"You interest me, and you're the only guy to talk to me, really. Though," Theal smiled sheepishly, "it's also partially because I've nowhere to go." She ripped the cloth with her teeth. She folded an end multiple times and placed it on the wounds on his right hand and started to carefully and tightly wrap the fabric around his hand.

"Yanno, luv," he frowned, "I don't think I'm one you should be hanging around."

She glanced up as him. "Why not?" She finished wrapping his hand and tied of the end. She stood up and re-dampened the cloth.

"Because I always seem to get into trouble." He said, watching Theal walk back over and sit before him once more. "Wouldn't want to get you caught up in anything."

She glanced up at him, smiling and repeating the same process as the hand before. "It's nice of you to worry, but I wouldn't be too concern about me." She finished tying the loosed end and stood up, walking over to wash the bloody cloth.

"Aye, luv," he also stood up, "but too much bad has happened to me for me to be rel—"

There was a loud bang and people screaming. The music and laughter stopped abruptly. Theal dropped the cloth and turned to Jack, great surprise upon her face. Light flickered from the window from fires across the city. Gun and cannon shots suddenly irrupted. More screaming and running footsteps came from the hall.

Jack put quickly put his boots on. He ran at Theal, grabbed her and pulled her out of the room and into the people rushing for the stairs. He heard her give a cry as she was shoved into the wall by a large man. Jack yanked her hand so she was pulled to him. He grabbed her upper arm and they rushed down the stairs. They all ran out of the hall and into different directions. Jack ran, pulling Theal behind her. This had happened before, Paris being attacked, and it never ended well.

"Jack!" Theal huffed after they ran a seventh fiery block. "Slow down, please!"

Jack didn't answer; he only shook his head. They passed homes with broken walls and doors and windows. Theal exclaimed. Jack suddenly felt his arm pulled down and he knew she tripped. Jack quickly turned and wrenched Theal towards him in fear that she would fall on broken glass. Theal came up and slammed into him. He instinctively wrapped his arms around Theal and he fell onto the wall on an alleyway right next to the street. They sat there in silence, Jack arms around Theal, and did nothing. He could feel her chest rise up and down and her hot breath on his arm. Her weight pushed down on him. She hadn't tripped; she was so tired to the point she collapsed. Screaming and yelling people passes them without a glance in their direction. Suddenly a horrible laugh from a far off distance grazed Jack's ear. His eyes grew wide. It couldn't be.