A/N: I'd like to thank EVERYONE for your comments and encouragement, I appreciate it all SOO much. I still don't know what's wrong with my disc so when I find it I'll repost this chapter to its original niceness. SO PLEEZE don't hate me for this god-awful chapter. I just can't help writing a scene like this.
Chapter Twelve: Hurtful Words
Alaina stopped suddenly in the hall and listened as she heard voices coming from one of the closed doors below deck. She had planned on going to bed but something told her to check and see what was going on. Her hand was on the knob when she heard a familiar voice, though it was muffled and slurred.
Alaina took a deep breath and opened the door. What she saw made her jaw drop.
Will was sitting at a table across from Captain Sparrow, a deck of cards in one of his hands and a bottle in the other. He wasn't paying any attention to anything except the cards he was holding.
"Is this what you do when your gone?" Alaina asked, walking into the room and getting over her shock quite quickly. Will jumped at the sound of her voice.
"You sit, play cards, and get drunk?" she asked when he didn't say anything.
"Look Alaina," Will began, setting his cards down and taking a swig of the rum.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked, interrupting him, her temper beginning to flare.
"God damn it!" Will yelled, slamming the bottle down hard on the table, sending Alaina and Jack both jumping at his reaction. "First you get Elizabeth killed, then you give me grief about me having a few drinks, then you don't even allow me to finish a sentence! Don't you think you caused me enough pain getting her killed?"
Alaina's eyes slowly began to fill with tears at the words her father had just said. "Yes, well then," he continued, noting her reaction. "So then why don't you just let me drink all the godforsaken rum I want to."
"Don't you care what you're doing?" she asked in a low whisper, afraid of what his response would be.
Will didn't respond for a moment. "No, you don't matter," he said finally, picking up his bottle and staring into it. "Nothing matters anymore," he said in a lower tone, almost as if he was talking to himself.
"You bastard!" Alaina yelled. She advanced on him quickly, but was grabbed from behind. "Let's go, Alaina," Caitlyn said quietly, putting Alaina's arms behind her back.
Alaina tried to struggle out of her friend's grasp, but it was useless. "Go to hell you son of a bitch!" she screamed at Will as Caitlyn dragged her out of the room.
"See you there," Jack heard Will mumble, picking up his cards again and staring at them. "It's your turn, Jack," he said casually, picking up the bottle again and taking another swig as if nothing had happened.
Jack looked carefully at the man sitting across from him. Was this the same man that had risked it all for love? The same blacksmith turned pirate that he had shared so many adventures with? He didn't know, and he didn't think Will did either.
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"I want to kill him," Alaina sobbed, finally giving up as Caitlyn literally threw her into their cabin and shut the door.
"No you don't," Caitlyn disagreed.
"Damn it, don't tell me what I want to do! I want to kill him! I want to wring the life out of him!" Alaina almost screamed, picking up one of the books sitting on the small table near the door and violently chucking it across the room.
Caitlyn watched, powerless, as Alaina fell to the ground in tears. "I killed her," Alaina cried to herself.
"No, Alaina, you didn't. It was an accident. It wasn't your fault," Caitlyn assured, getting down on her knees and pulling her friend into a hug.
"Yes, it was," Alaina sobbed, wishing that it wasn't, that she was making it up. "If she hadn't been out looking for me she'd still be here."
Caitlyn shook her head but knew that nothing she could say or do would change Alaina's mind, or make her feel any less pain and guilt.
"He's drunk, he didn't mean it," Caitlyn whispered, holding onto Alaina tightly, wishing that there was something she could do. Silently she cursed Will for saying what he had.
Alaina allowed Caitlyn to cradle her as she cried. She didn't feel like the two were separated by a year, she felt like she was a two year old being held by an adult. Slowly she fell asleep thinking about what tomorrow would hold when her father realized what he had said.
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Chapter Twelve: Hurtful Words
Alaina stopped suddenly in the hall and listened as she heard voices coming from one of the closed doors below deck. She had planned on going to bed but something told her to check and see what was going on. Her hand was on the knob when she heard a familiar voice, though it was muffled and slurred.
Alaina took a deep breath and opened the door. What she saw made her jaw drop.
Will was sitting at a table across from Captain Sparrow, a deck of cards in one of his hands and a bottle in the other. He wasn't paying any attention to anything except the cards he was holding.
"Is this what you do when your gone?" Alaina asked, walking into the room and getting over her shock quite quickly. Will jumped at the sound of her voice.
"You sit, play cards, and get drunk?" she asked when he didn't say anything.
"Look Alaina," Will began, setting his cards down and taking a swig of the rum.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked, interrupting him, her temper beginning to flare.
"God damn it!" Will yelled, slamming the bottle down hard on the table, sending Alaina and Jack both jumping at his reaction. "First you get Elizabeth killed, then you give me grief about me having a few drinks, then you don't even allow me to finish a sentence! Don't you think you caused me enough pain getting her killed?"
Alaina's eyes slowly began to fill with tears at the words her father had just said. "Yes, well then," he continued, noting her reaction. "So then why don't you just let me drink all the godforsaken rum I want to."
"Don't you care what you're doing?" she asked in a low whisper, afraid of what his response would be.
Will didn't respond for a moment. "No, you don't matter," he said finally, picking up his bottle and staring into it. "Nothing matters anymore," he said in a lower tone, almost as if he was talking to himself.
"You bastard!" Alaina yelled. She advanced on him quickly, but was grabbed from behind. "Let's go, Alaina," Caitlyn said quietly, putting Alaina's arms behind her back.
Alaina tried to struggle out of her friend's grasp, but it was useless. "Go to hell you son of a bitch!" she screamed at Will as Caitlyn dragged her out of the room.
"See you there," Jack heard Will mumble, picking up his cards again and staring at them. "It's your turn, Jack," he said casually, picking up the bottle again and taking another swig as if nothing had happened.
Jack looked carefully at the man sitting across from him. Was this the same man that had risked it all for love? The same blacksmith turned pirate that he had shared so many adventures with? He didn't know, and he didn't think Will did either.
***
"I want to kill him," Alaina sobbed, finally giving up as Caitlyn literally threw her into their cabin and shut the door.
"No you don't," Caitlyn disagreed.
"Damn it, don't tell me what I want to do! I want to kill him! I want to wring the life out of him!" Alaina almost screamed, picking up one of the books sitting on the small table near the door and violently chucking it across the room.
Caitlyn watched, powerless, as Alaina fell to the ground in tears. "I killed her," Alaina cried to herself.
"No, Alaina, you didn't. It was an accident. It wasn't your fault," Caitlyn assured, getting down on her knees and pulling her friend into a hug.
"Yes, it was," Alaina sobbed, wishing that it wasn't, that she was making it up. "If she hadn't been out looking for me she'd still be here."
Caitlyn shook her head but knew that nothing she could say or do would change Alaina's mind, or make her feel any less pain and guilt.
"He's drunk, he didn't mean it," Caitlyn whispered, holding onto Alaina tightly, wishing that there was something she could do. Silently she cursed Will for saying what he had.
Alaina allowed Caitlyn to cradle her as she cried. She didn't feel like the two were separated by a year, she felt like she was a two year old being held by an adult. Slowly she fell asleep thinking about what tomorrow would hold when her father realized what he had said.
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