Will gasped as the whip snapped against his back for the umpteenth
time. He'd managed to keep the pirate's interest on him instead of his
children. The only problem was Chris and Charlotte were able to hear all of
the torture sessions perfectly. The pirates didn't seem to want anything in
particular, just to hear Will's pained gasps. He had refused to let them
get any more than that out of him. The whip cracked a final time and he
heard the pirates laughing about this session's fun. It was over. For now.
Will knew they would return. He slumped forward, breathing hard. He groaned
softly as a boot connected with his side. The pain had become worse with
each session, but to Will's dismay, the methods used and their severity
hadn't changed. The injuries simply weren't given enough time to heal. He
finally gave in to the blissful numbness that had been hovering at the edge
of his vision for sometime.
Charlotte's eyes were huge as the men walked past her cell. She bit her lip and moved forward to try and catch a glimpse of her father. They were hurting him, she knew. She was very afraid that they would kill him. These weren't the pirates she had wanted to meet. She wanted to meet good pirates, Jack Sparrow in particular. These were bad pirates, like Captain Barbossa. She still could not see her father, so she turned back to her brother. Chris was sick, but how sick and with what, she had no idea. He had a fever and refused to eat. He also lapsed in and out of unconsciousness. Where Edward had hit him wasn't helping any either. She started to cry again, feeling hopeless. She was so involved in her desperation that she failed to notice the presence behind her.
"I wouldn't worry too much. We can take care of him." A kind, but cold, voice said. She turned around to see a pirate, the pirate who had threatened her father, standing by the door.
"Why don't you then?" She said tearfully.
"Well, you have to promise me something." He answered.
"What?" She asked, her eyes huge.
"You have to be a good girl. You can't go crying and screaming every time we do something. Or during storms." He told her.
"Storms scare me. My mother or father usually comes to make sure we're alright." She pouted.
"Well, your mother isn't here and I suppose your father is somewhat truant in this matter isn't he?"
"Truant?"
"He's not coming to check on you now is he?" The pirate demanded innocently.
"He can't. You're hurting him!" She cried.
"Oh, but a little thing like that shouldn't stop him, now should it?" he asked. She hiccupped as she realized that nothing else, not even his work kept him from his children. She looked at Chris and worry filled her. Her father would never let Chris get this sick. Why wasn't he coming?
"You won't do anything else. You won't hurt him?" She asked warily. He had hurt her father; she had no reason to believe that he'd take care of Chris.
"Of course."
"Ok." Charlotte agreed.
Charlotte's eyes were huge as the men walked past her cell. She bit her lip and moved forward to try and catch a glimpse of her father. They were hurting him, she knew. She was very afraid that they would kill him. These weren't the pirates she had wanted to meet. She wanted to meet good pirates, Jack Sparrow in particular. These were bad pirates, like Captain Barbossa. She still could not see her father, so she turned back to her brother. Chris was sick, but how sick and with what, she had no idea. He had a fever and refused to eat. He also lapsed in and out of unconsciousness. Where Edward had hit him wasn't helping any either. She started to cry again, feeling hopeless. She was so involved in her desperation that she failed to notice the presence behind her.
"I wouldn't worry too much. We can take care of him." A kind, but cold, voice said. She turned around to see a pirate, the pirate who had threatened her father, standing by the door.
"Why don't you then?" She said tearfully.
"Well, you have to promise me something." He answered.
"What?" She asked, her eyes huge.
"You have to be a good girl. You can't go crying and screaming every time we do something. Or during storms." He told her.
"Storms scare me. My mother or father usually comes to make sure we're alright." She pouted.
"Well, your mother isn't here and I suppose your father is somewhat truant in this matter isn't he?"
"Truant?"
"He's not coming to check on you now is he?" The pirate demanded innocently.
"He can't. You're hurting him!" She cried.
"Oh, but a little thing like that shouldn't stop him, now should it?" he asked. She hiccupped as she realized that nothing else, not even his work kept him from his children. She looked at Chris and worry filled her. Her father would never let Chris get this sick. Why wasn't he coming?
"You won't do anything else. You won't hurt him?" She asked warily. He had hurt her father; she had no reason to believe that he'd take care of Chris.
"Of course."
"Ok." Charlotte agreed.
