Chapter 47: Life and Death
A/N: Sorry to my editor, I just felt SOO bad for not posting anything and I found this on an extra disk but everything from here on I don't have, you do.
I'm sorry to make you all wait so long. I'm so cruel I know and I hope you like it, some might, others wont but either way I hope you review!!!
LUV YOU ALL!!!!
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"What?" Jack Turner asked alarmed at the desperation in his brother's voice.
"She's got a gun," James told them quickly getting up and trying to get the door open. Both Jack's understood immediately what he meant and began to violently rattle and pound on the door.
"Alaina open-"
A gunshot went off in the room, cutting James off.
All three stood there for a moment, not fully realizing what had just happened. It was quiet; they could even hear the heavy breathing of Ana Maria down the hall.
Jack slowly pulled from his belt the keys to the room and moved the boys away from the door and set the key in the hole.
Preparing himself for the worst Jack painstakingly turned the knob and opened the door to a shocking sight.
Alaina was sitting on the floor, her back propped up against the bed, staring strait forwards, past him.
Cautiously he moved in closer to see that she was still breathing. Confused he looked around the floor and found the gun on the other side of the room. Apparently she had thrown it across the room at the last moment and it went off.
"Jack, James," He called out motioning for them to come in. They looked at each other frightened for a second then slowly entered the room.
As they came in they noticed in one look at her that she wasn't dead and immediately pounced onto her and hugged her tightly, their eyes filling with tears at what she had almost done.
"He's going to die," Alaina said just below a whisper, not even reciprocating to their presence. Her brothers shuddered at her voice; it was hollow, it held no emotion; no sorrow, no contempt, nothing.
Jack felt extremely awkward and quickly slipped out of the room, shutting the door behind him and headed up on deck deciding to try and find Gibbs. Leaving the three of them alone.
"Please don't ever do that again," Jack begged tearfully clutching onto her, thinking about how close he had been to no longer having her.
James looked up at his sister only to see her still staring straight ahead. Thinking quickly he got up and ran out the room, heading to get Carrick. Knowing that something wasn't right with her.
Jack sat next to her, knowing where James went. Lovingly he leaned in closer to her and wrapped his arms around her waist tightly, hoping to even make her blink. But there was no such luck; her mind was gone, lost somewhere where no one could find her.
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"She hasn't even blinked?" Carrick asked quickly following James down the hall to the cabin where Alaina was. James shook his head. Carrick's brows furrowed, as he was lost in thought.
Fortunately Hans knew more about sword wounds than he did and knew how to address the issue, allowing him to be able to come with James.
As he entered the room he immediately grew even more concerned as he saw Alaina actually sitting there with Jack trying to get some response out of her.
As soon as Jack saw Carrick though he let go of her and scooted away as Carrick knelt down in front of Alaina and took her face in his hands.
"Alaina," He said leveling himself so he was in the direct path that Alaina's eyes were focused.
She didn't even blink, her eyes just pierced through him, like she was looking past him, at something the rest of them couldn't see.
"Alaina," He said firmly moving his face closer to hers and tapping her face.
"What's wrong?" James asked beginning to panic.
"She's in shock," Carrick told them still trying to get her to even move her eyes.
"Is she going to be okay?" Jack asked, afraid of what the answer would be.
"Hopefully," He told them truthfully not wanting to give them false hope.
"What can we do?" Jack asked moving over to James.
"Go get some cold water," He told them gathering her up in his arms and setting her back on the bed being ever so careful to avoid her left arm.
The boys immediately ran out of the room.
"Alaina," He said softly kneeling down and tucking a few strands of her hair behind her ear. "Please come back, they need you," He stopped and lovingly kissed her forehead.
"I need you," He whispered taking her hand in his. Still her gaze was straight ahead, it didn't move. "Life wouldn't be much fun without you."
Still she did nothing and he sighed. Knowing that there wasn't much hope for her if Will didn't live.
***
Jack sat alert in a chair next to Ana Maria's bed. She hadn't woken up for a few hours, which had given him time to tally up the deaths and think.
He had everything that he had wanted, The Pearl, a loyal crew, more women than he could count. But still there was something missing and he knew exactly what it was. Love.
There was no love in the eyes of the women he slept with, only lust. He knew that. He knew that but still did it, he was a pirate, no one fell in love with a pirate.
He stopped himself before he continued. There had been someone who promised she loved him, even as a pirate. But that had been long ago.
Jack knew that love was something that every human being wanted, what they longed for, what they secretly desired.
But he knew that he would never admit that he wanted love, or needed it. He had too much pride as well as a reputation to keep up with.
But no matter weather he would truly admit it or not he knew he had some sort of feelings for his longtime friend Christine, who coincidentally enough was a lot like Ana Maria.
Not physically, they were two different people on the outside. But they both had that free spirited, kick ass mentality that always kept him interested. Christine however had been a little more feminine and less violent.
But she had unfortunately taken up a job in Tortuga last he'd heard, which was one of the reasons he seldom went there. He didn't want to run into her and see her like she was now. Not when she used to be the most pure hearted adventure loving person he'd played with growing up.
Suddenly Ana Maria gave a small scream and sat up, startling Jack.
"Whoa, Ana Maria," He said quickly gathering his wits and grabbing her arms. "Its all right," He assured as she looked at him wide eyed.
"What?" She asked trying to catch her breath as she looked around.
"You're going to be fine,"
"I heard a gun go off," She said pulling her arms away from him. Jack nodded and she looked at him anxiously.
"It was Alaina," He told her after a minute. Ana Maria's stomach turned.
"She's alright now, just out of it," Jack informed quickly seeing the color drain even more from his crewmates face.
"I'm going to sleep now," She told him leaning back and closing her eyes.
"You do that," He told her with a smile shaking his head in amusement.
***
A/N: Sorry to my editor, I just felt SOO bad for not posting anything and I found this on an extra disk but everything from here on I don't have, you do.
I'm sorry to make you all wait so long. I'm so cruel I know and I hope you like it, some might, others wont but either way I hope you review!!!
LUV YOU ALL!!!!
***
"What?" Jack Turner asked alarmed at the desperation in his brother's voice.
"She's got a gun," James told them quickly getting up and trying to get the door open. Both Jack's understood immediately what he meant and began to violently rattle and pound on the door.
"Alaina open-"
A gunshot went off in the room, cutting James off.
All three stood there for a moment, not fully realizing what had just happened. It was quiet; they could even hear the heavy breathing of Ana Maria down the hall.
Jack slowly pulled from his belt the keys to the room and moved the boys away from the door and set the key in the hole.
Preparing himself for the worst Jack painstakingly turned the knob and opened the door to a shocking sight.
Alaina was sitting on the floor, her back propped up against the bed, staring strait forwards, past him.
Cautiously he moved in closer to see that she was still breathing. Confused he looked around the floor and found the gun on the other side of the room. Apparently she had thrown it across the room at the last moment and it went off.
"Jack, James," He called out motioning for them to come in. They looked at each other frightened for a second then slowly entered the room.
As they came in they noticed in one look at her that she wasn't dead and immediately pounced onto her and hugged her tightly, their eyes filling with tears at what she had almost done.
"He's going to die," Alaina said just below a whisper, not even reciprocating to their presence. Her brothers shuddered at her voice; it was hollow, it held no emotion; no sorrow, no contempt, nothing.
Jack felt extremely awkward and quickly slipped out of the room, shutting the door behind him and headed up on deck deciding to try and find Gibbs. Leaving the three of them alone.
"Please don't ever do that again," Jack begged tearfully clutching onto her, thinking about how close he had been to no longer having her.
James looked up at his sister only to see her still staring straight ahead. Thinking quickly he got up and ran out the room, heading to get Carrick. Knowing that something wasn't right with her.
Jack sat next to her, knowing where James went. Lovingly he leaned in closer to her and wrapped his arms around her waist tightly, hoping to even make her blink. But there was no such luck; her mind was gone, lost somewhere where no one could find her.
***
"She hasn't even blinked?" Carrick asked quickly following James down the hall to the cabin where Alaina was. James shook his head. Carrick's brows furrowed, as he was lost in thought.
Fortunately Hans knew more about sword wounds than he did and knew how to address the issue, allowing him to be able to come with James.
As he entered the room he immediately grew even more concerned as he saw Alaina actually sitting there with Jack trying to get some response out of her.
As soon as Jack saw Carrick though he let go of her and scooted away as Carrick knelt down in front of Alaina and took her face in his hands.
"Alaina," He said leveling himself so he was in the direct path that Alaina's eyes were focused.
She didn't even blink, her eyes just pierced through him, like she was looking past him, at something the rest of them couldn't see.
"Alaina," He said firmly moving his face closer to hers and tapping her face.
"What's wrong?" James asked beginning to panic.
"She's in shock," Carrick told them still trying to get her to even move her eyes.
"Is she going to be okay?" Jack asked, afraid of what the answer would be.
"Hopefully," He told them truthfully not wanting to give them false hope.
"What can we do?" Jack asked moving over to James.
"Go get some cold water," He told them gathering her up in his arms and setting her back on the bed being ever so careful to avoid her left arm.
The boys immediately ran out of the room.
"Alaina," He said softly kneeling down and tucking a few strands of her hair behind her ear. "Please come back, they need you," He stopped and lovingly kissed her forehead.
"I need you," He whispered taking her hand in his. Still her gaze was straight ahead, it didn't move. "Life wouldn't be much fun without you."
Still she did nothing and he sighed. Knowing that there wasn't much hope for her if Will didn't live.
***
Jack sat alert in a chair next to Ana Maria's bed. She hadn't woken up for a few hours, which had given him time to tally up the deaths and think.
He had everything that he had wanted, The Pearl, a loyal crew, more women than he could count. But still there was something missing and he knew exactly what it was. Love.
There was no love in the eyes of the women he slept with, only lust. He knew that. He knew that but still did it, he was a pirate, no one fell in love with a pirate.
He stopped himself before he continued. There had been someone who promised she loved him, even as a pirate. But that had been long ago.
Jack knew that love was something that every human being wanted, what they longed for, what they secretly desired.
But he knew that he would never admit that he wanted love, or needed it. He had too much pride as well as a reputation to keep up with.
But no matter weather he would truly admit it or not he knew he had some sort of feelings for his longtime friend Christine, who coincidentally enough was a lot like Ana Maria.
Not physically, they were two different people on the outside. But they both had that free spirited, kick ass mentality that always kept him interested. Christine however had been a little more feminine and less violent.
But she had unfortunately taken up a job in Tortuga last he'd heard, which was one of the reasons he seldom went there. He didn't want to run into her and see her like she was now. Not when she used to be the most pure hearted adventure loving person he'd played with growing up.
Suddenly Ana Maria gave a small scream and sat up, startling Jack.
"Whoa, Ana Maria," He said quickly gathering his wits and grabbing her arms. "Its all right," He assured as she looked at him wide eyed.
"What?" She asked trying to catch her breath as she looked around.
"You're going to be fine,"
"I heard a gun go off," She said pulling her arms away from him. Jack nodded and she looked at him anxiously.
"It was Alaina," He told her after a minute. Ana Maria's stomach turned.
"She's alright now, just out of it," Jack informed quickly seeing the color drain even more from his crewmates face.
"I'm going to sleep now," She told him leaning back and closing her eyes.
"You do that," He told her with a smile shaking his head in amusement.
***
