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Chapter Twenty Five.

Another prisoner has just been brought in. He is a scruffy young man, of about twenty five years, and each of those spent ill. He has a rugged appearance of living rough, and not particularly caring. The soldier hits him, and kicks him aggressively in the stomach, before tossing him in the cell beside mine. He groans slightly as his body hits the hard stone, but not another sound is heard.

His clothes are patched and grimy, and stumble from a beard lingers on his chin, I manage a glance at him, he does not look back. It's awfully distracting to have another in the room, listening to every scratch of the pen as it darts across the paper. But I should be use to it by now.

Eventually, he looks up and stares at me as I am working. I try to ignore his blatant stares and continue writing, but such a situation is too uncomfortable, I find myself looking up at him.

He is leaning against the wall, not even trying to escape, perhaps he is to hang alongside me tomorrow.

"'Ere!" One of the soldiers threw a bone at him. "Me thinks it might be one of your mates." He chuckles.

"If you don't want to die, shut up." Came the retort.

The soldiers quietened down, instantly. The man's powerful, lustrous tones had an odd affect on them. And then I realised, it was how the crew had acted when Jack gave an order, they were scared of this mysterious prisoner.

"Who are you?" I ask him, softly.

He grins and shakes his head, causing his hair to flop over his face. "You wonta heard o' me." Came his strong, Caribbean accent.

"I might have."

"What yer in fer, wench?"

"She's to be hung in less then an hour." Was the sultry guard's reply. The prisoner scared him, but he had no qualms over teasing me.

"Why? Wat yer done?!" He exclaimed.

"I murdered a navy officer, when he attacked my ship." I explained.

His eyes narrowed. "But yer a lady."

I stare at him in surprise, and look down. I do not look like a lady, in fact if Roberto saw me he would mistake me for a lowly street maid. My clothes are ripped, my hair in cased with several years of dirt, grime and wear, not to mention my face and hands having been severely beaten by the salt water of the sea.

The guards laugh. "A lady?"

The man scowls at them, and they shut up immediately.

"My name is Dora Sanchez, and you?" I ask.

"Thomas."

"Just Thomas?"

He nods. "Aye. Just Thomas."

The tallest of the guards steps forward. "Stop talking! You'll have enough time to do that in hell!"

Hell here I come, ah but I have already been there. . .

The night was unbelievably cold for the Caribbean. It was as though the sun had burnt out, abandoning us to die on this frozen planet. Or maybe my fear enhanced the cold further as it bit at my bare arms, causing me to shiver. He pushed me forward, and the whole time I sensed the pistol, cocked ready in his hand.

There was no use talking to him, and the suspense and fear ate me up inside, killing me. It was the worst pain I had ever felt, since Bobbie had arrived in the world. I was betraying Jack, and it seemed the entire world rested so wholly on my shoulders. Jack's life was in my hands, and so too was Roberto's. Surely if it came to a fight Jack would win, he was certainly the most agile, and quicker of the two. Not to mention more resourceful, and observant, but I could be here forever naming the qualities of Jack Sparrow, and even more so if I were to note his failings. But that is not the point, I was walking a little ahead of Roberto by now, my pace had quickened and his slowed. Obviously as I was to greet Jack, he would emerge and kill him. I prayed as I walked that Jack had already left.

Before my choice had been much clearer, who did I want to spend my life with? Now it was who could I bear to see murdered. Could I still be with Jack after watching him kill Roberto?

I reached the docks, and stood at the foot of the pier staring round me. I could see the silhouettes of several ships, the majority of these were navy, a few were private fishing boats, and the rest contained cargo from England. There were but a few people wondering round the docks, and these were of questionable character. Who would be out at such a time, unless to commit deeds that could not be done by day?

Roberto grunted as he looked round. His first thought was that I had lied to him, and even from the distance of yards I could see the anger billowing inside his eyes.

A few minutes of silence followed, in which all I heard was the gentle persuasive whispers of male 'punters' and the cackling of drunken men and women as they paraded along the cobbled lanes. And then a soft hand touched my arm, and I screamed in surprise.

"Dora, you came." He grinned, confidently.

I nodded. "Of course I came." I said, standing on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek. And then I remembered Roberto, he was standing feet away with his loaded gun, ready to aim and fire at Jack. His lips had moved to mine, as he passionately kissed me, forcing my backwards in a commanding way. I could feel the air tighten.

"Jack." I said, throwing him off.

Roberto stepped out the shadows, a cruel twisted expression strewn across his face. True, ever since we were children he had harboured a strong hatred against Jack. Jack had forced his way into our household, and stolen my heart. I had never forgotten about him even when he disappeared completely. Leaving his home without so much as a thank-you, had Jack in Roberto's bad books from the start. Jack's eyes narrowed. "What's going on?" He demanded, looking at me.

"Dearest Theodora led me here." Roberto explained.

Jack's eyes did not leave my face. I tried to persuade him with a glance that it wasn't true. But Roberto stole his attention once more.

"Theodora told me everything, and you thought she was really going to leave with you?"

I closed my eyes against his sneering smile, but my ears could not edit out the poison of his words. Jack let my hand drop to my side. My heart thudded painfully.

Jack didn't reply. I could tell by his stiff form he was angry, it reminded me of when I had sneaked into his cabin and stolen his golden telescope.

"Roberto. . ." I murmured.

"Shut up!" He yelled, angrily, flailing his pistol through the air. "See Sparrow, you've had this coming for a long time. This is too easy for you, pirate! You signed your death certificate when you touched my wife!" He snarled, pointing his gun straight at Jack.

"I didn't touch her, she came to me willingly." Jack said, quickly. "Or so I thought." He said, stealing a glance at me. I couldn't bear the anger in his eyes.

Roberto just smiled, and his finger rested in the trigger. It only took one shot to destroy my entire life, everything I lived for.

And at that second when I threw him aside, Roberto struck. His gun shot. I screamed in pain, and remembered no one. Jack laughed at me later, he said the bullet had merely scratched my arm. I had fainted from the fear, more then the pain. But surely that night had revealed itself to be something different. I had taken a bullet for Jack, I wasn't going to let him die, believing me to be Judas, if that wasn't choosing, I don't know what is.

A/N I'm not really sure about this chapter, so I'd love to hear what you guys think. Is it a good? Bad? Rewrite? ^_^