Barbossa stood near the helm watching & plotting a course. Then his eyes
glanced back as they fell upon his woman captive as she stood there near
the stern railing. Like a ghost.. unmoving.
Since she was taken aboard, her misery only added to his own. Coming to
find out, this woman had been used in every way possible. By men of every
sort. Even by women.
For once, silently he took pity upon the woman. She truly knew Hell on Earth. His was not as terrible as hers. She wished to die & she could ... but death never came for her. She felt nothing of any sort, turning herself off to life. She refused to eat, refused to drink... refused to feel... all these things she could do, but she turned them all away. Her emotions all took the better of her as they started to wear away at her spirit & soul. Her once bright & tender heart... was now gone.
Returning to his charts...
Moments later... hearing a thud. Twisting around to see she had collapsed into a heap upon the deck.
Moving to her side, he scooped her up in his arms.. she was barely conscious... barely breathing... pale & ashen.
As a few of his crew watched with unfeeling.. continuing on about their duties.
Making way from the quarter deck to the main deck... as a pirate opened the doors for him.. he strode into the Master's Quarters with the young woman in his arms. Then the door was shut behind him.
Moving off to one of the side cabins, placing her upon the bunk, which she had been using during her time aboard ship.
Nothing happened for a time... as her breathing was shallow, appearing unconscious... waving between each state. Finally her eyes opened partially... they were sunken, glassy.. hollow... the life was nearly gone from them.
Watching her for a time. She did nothing... just gazing at nothing. Then looking over at him. Giving him a weak smile. Starting to reach over towards him... but her arm sank to rest upon the bunk... her body went limp. Those eyes went lifeless after she took her final silent breath.
Gazing at her for a while. He pondered a few things. In his spirit... there was a dull ache & hollow. It was as though he was seeing himself. She died... a lonely sad woman. Having been alone all her life. To have it all denied from her... that hopelessness.
With a graceful slow movement, he closed her lifeless lids over her eyes. Hiding those once beautiful gems that sparkled. So he thought. He swore to himself that he would not end up like this poor lady. A new determination welled within him. He had to find that last gold piece. Swearing he would not die in vain... not like her. She died of her curse. He would not die of his.
For once, silently he took pity upon the woman. She truly knew Hell on Earth. His was not as terrible as hers. She wished to die & she could ... but death never came for her. She felt nothing of any sort, turning herself off to life. She refused to eat, refused to drink... refused to feel... all these things she could do, but she turned them all away. Her emotions all took the better of her as they started to wear away at her spirit & soul. Her once bright & tender heart... was now gone.
Returning to his charts...
Moments later... hearing a thud. Twisting around to see she had collapsed into a heap upon the deck.
Moving to her side, he scooped her up in his arms.. she was barely conscious... barely breathing... pale & ashen.
As a few of his crew watched with unfeeling.. continuing on about their duties.
Making way from the quarter deck to the main deck... as a pirate opened the doors for him.. he strode into the Master's Quarters with the young woman in his arms. Then the door was shut behind him.
Moving off to one of the side cabins, placing her upon the bunk, which she had been using during her time aboard ship.
Nothing happened for a time... as her breathing was shallow, appearing unconscious... waving between each state. Finally her eyes opened partially... they were sunken, glassy.. hollow... the life was nearly gone from them.
Watching her for a time. She did nothing... just gazing at nothing. Then looking over at him. Giving him a weak smile. Starting to reach over towards him... but her arm sank to rest upon the bunk... her body went limp. Those eyes went lifeless after she took her final silent breath.
Gazing at her for a while. He pondered a few things. In his spirit... there was a dull ache & hollow. It was as though he was seeing himself. She died... a lonely sad woman. Having been alone all her life. To have it all denied from her... that hopelessness.
With a graceful slow movement, he closed her lifeless lids over her eyes. Hiding those once beautiful gems that sparkled. So he thought. He swore to himself that he would not end up like this poor lady. A new determination welled within him. He had to find that last gold piece. Swearing he would not die in vain... not like her. She died of her curse. He would not die of his.