Turner Of The century
Chapter twelve: The loss
Disclaimer: I don't and never will own PotC. If you want theatrics, check out my other Disclaimers. Really
A/N: Yes I have finally updated!!!! Yay! The long awaited Turner Of The century twelve!!! Also, sorry about the slight mix up of crappies...er I mean chappies!! That other one was crap...and I didn't mean to put it up, so here is the real version!!!! Huzzah!!!!
Jack had been moping around Ana-Arias bed for days. Will and Elizabeth were getting extremely worried about him. Not only had he barely eaten or slept, but also he had hardly ventured out of the room. He was becoming a hermit to Ana's bedside. If he had gone out of the room, it was only in emergencies, like Ana twitching or a droplet of blood.
Elizabeth knew that she was going to die. She could feel it. Ana had been unconscious for too long...but how could they break it to him?
Elizabeth sighed and walked away from the doorway, form where they had been spying on Jacks slumber. Will turned and looked at her. She had never seen him this sad since she walked the plank on Barbossas' ship. She winced at the thought and Will started to talk 'She's not going to survive? Is she?' He said already knowing the answer.
Elizabeth couldn't bring herself to utter the words. Instead she took Wills arm and smiled. 'There's always hope...buddy'
It had been three weeks now since Ana had been put into her coma and even Jack was beginning to waver form any hope he had of ever seeing her again. Ever being able to tell her how he felt.
Will was thinking of how Jack loved Ana-Maria, and how sweet it was that he finally admitted to them how he felt.
His thoughts were interrupted when Jack rushed down the stairs.
'Will!!! Will!!! She's! She's! She's awake! She's not dead!!! She's alive!!! Come and see!!!!!' Jack raced back up the stairs like all of his birthdays and Christmas's had come at once. (A/N: Such an old cliché, I know, but im having a mental block!!!)
Will, lost for words, followed Jack not believing what he had heard. True enough, when he strode into the room, Ana-Maria was sitting up and Jack's face was plastered with a grin from ear to ear.
Will walked over to Ana, as if she wasn't real. He was about to speak when she said 'hi, Will. Thank you for looking after us.'
He looked form one to the other, speechless, and then left the room, winking in Jack's direction. Jack bit his lip and shut the door behind him. He looked at Ana, lost for words
A/N: Can I be bothered to write any more?? No I can't...this was meant to be the last chapter, but this seemed like a good(ish) place to stop!!! Hurrah!!!
Chapter twelve: The loss
Disclaimer: I don't and never will own PotC. If you want theatrics, check out my other Disclaimers. Really
A/N: Yes I have finally updated!!!! Yay! The long awaited Turner Of The century twelve!!! Also, sorry about the slight mix up of crappies...er I mean chappies!! That other one was crap...and I didn't mean to put it up, so here is the real version!!!! Huzzah!!!!
Jack had been moping around Ana-Arias bed for days. Will and Elizabeth were getting extremely worried about him. Not only had he barely eaten or slept, but also he had hardly ventured out of the room. He was becoming a hermit to Ana's bedside. If he had gone out of the room, it was only in emergencies, like Ana twitching or a droplet of blood.
Elizabeth knew that she was going to die. She could feel it. Ana had been unconscious for too long...but how could they break it to him?
Elizabeth sighed and walked away from the doorway, form where they had been spying on Jacks slumber. Will turned and looked at her. She had never seen him this sad since she walked the plank on Barbossas' ship. She winced at the thought and Will started to talk 'She's not going to survive? Is she?' He said already knowing the answer.
Elizabeth couldn't bring herself to utter the words. Instead she took Wills arm and smiled. 'There's always hope...buddy'
It had been three weeks now since Ana had been put into her coma and even Jack was beginning to waver form any hope he had of ever seeing her again. Ever being able to tell her how he felt.
Will was thinking of how Jack loved Ana-Maria, and how sweet it was that he finally admitted to them how he felt.
His thoughts were interrupted when Jack rushed down the stairs.
'Will!!! Will!!! She's! She's! She's awake! She's not dead!!! She's alive!!! Come and see!!!!!' Jack raced back up the stairs like all of his birthdays and Christmas's had come at once. (A/N: Such an old cliché, I know, but im having a mental block!!!)
Will, lost for words, followed Jack not believing what he had heard. True enough, when he strode into the room, Ana-Maria was sitting up and Jack's face was plastered with a grin from ear to ear.
Will walked over to Ana, as if she wasn't real. He was about to speak when she said 'hi, Will. Thank you for looking after us.'
He looked form one to the other, speechless, and then left the room, winking in Jack's direction. Jack bit his lip and shut the door behind him. He looked at Ana, lost for words
A/N: Can I be bothered to write any more?? No I can't...this was meant to be the last chapter, but this seemed like a good(ish) place to stop!!! Hurrah!!!