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Jack: Not even me

Me: BooHoo!

Jack: Right then, on ta chapter 12!

Chapter 12

Jack insisted that Aria leave while he dressed Samuel's wounds. Samuel was completely unconscious-

which made it easier for Jack to clean them. He removed Samuel's shirt to find dozens of slashes up and

down his abdomin. Jack pulled out a bottle of rum from his cabinet and, taking a cloth, poured it over the

wounds one by one. He then took a long, wide strip and wrapped it so that it covered all of his wounds. Jack

then removed Samuel's shoes and placed him under the covers. Aria was waiting outside the door when Jack

came out.

"Is he going to be OK?" she asked meekly.

"I don' really know. He lost a lot of blood on the way to the ship. All we can do is wait and 'ope."

Two days later Aria finally got up the courage to see him and went inside and sat next to Samuel's

unconscious form on the bed. She gently picked his hand up and intertwined her fingers with his.

"Please don' die. We need ya here. I need ya here." She said in a whisper. She gently kissed him. All of the

sudden, she felt him kissing her back! She pulled away startled, to find Samuel smiling at her with the most

absurd grin on his face.

"Did ya miss me?" He said sitting up with a wince.

"We didn' know if ya were ever goin' wake up!" She replied, joyful tears springing to her eyes. She leaned in

to kiss him again, but he cried out, as she had put a hand on his stomach.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! I forgot that I was supposed ta clean yer cuts, that's what I came 'ere for." she said,

getting off the bed and going over to the desk. She opened a drawer and pulled out a long strip of cloth and

a bottle of rum. She gingerly sat back on the bed and proceeded to unwrap the old bandages. She gasped as

she finally saw the wounds. they were very deep, and there were several.

"What was Father thinkin'?! You need these sewn up! Their too deep to heal by their onesees!" She said

worriedly, looking up at Samuel. He looked surprised as well, having not yet seen the damage. Aria walked

out of the cabin and quickly returned with a needle and thread. Samuel's eyes grew large as he saw them.

"Your not going' to sew me up while I'm conscious, are ya?" He said inching away as she sat down.

"Of course not! I'm goin' to do it while yer drunk." She said, throwing the bottle of rum at him.

"Um... I've never really had rum before, was it taste like?" he said sheepishly. She looked at him in surprise.

"You never had rum before?! You been missin' out! It's wonderful stuff!" She replied taking a swig of her

own bottle. He followed example and took a swig of his bottle. The rum scorched his neck as it went down,

making him sputter.

"Ya like dis stuff?!" He said looking at the bottle.

"First sips always the worst. Take another one!" replied Aria. He hesitantly took another sip. She was right,

this one wasn't as bad. After about half an hour Samuel had passed out. Aria sewed up his cuts with ease,

having done it many times for her father. She finished, and wrapped his abdomin again. She took another few

sips, which made her feel sleepy (she had been sipping at the rum for the past 45 minutes). She laid down

next to Samuel to take a quick nap before she returned to her duties. She fell fast asleep.

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