meangirl: Yeah, those are the guys from The Mummy, I love their roles so much, that I put them in here. A bit of a crossover of sorts eh? And yes, you got it right again. Alanis Morissette, Head Over Feet.
Chapter nineteen: Not again!
(ok, speeding it up a bit more...)
By the time we did get to The Isle De Morte, I had my second child. Her name was Angie. She was a bit early, but she was brought on by stress. She had light brown curly hair, compaired to Davids straight black hair. Her eyes were already a dark bluish color, and I just knew they would be like mine someday. David showed no interest in her what so ever, but demanded more of my attention.
Elizabeth was so far along, close to bursting that she stayed behind with David and Angie(if you dont get it...yeah.) while Jack, Evie, Ric, Rob, Meg and I all went into the cave. Like everytime, I was amazed at the amounts of gold, that didn't seem to diminish with each visit payed. We ended up having to lock John in the brig, because he was close to sneaking ashore with us.
"Grab some coins, Rob, Evie, whatever you fancy, just dont touch that chest. Ric? You need to help Rob. Bonnie, why are you here again?" Jack asked me.
"Because, this is your cave. And like everything that is yours, this is half mine." He rolled his eyes.
"You should be with Angie."
"Elizabeth is taking care of her."
"But she is too far along to watch after a boy who is just learning to walk and a premature baby." I poked him, and walked around the cave.
"Bonnie!" I heard Evie call me.
"What?"
"Come look what I found!" I ran to where Evie was, and stopped.
"What is it?" I asked, looking at a square with a cloth over it. She stepped forward, and pulled it off. I gasped.
"Thats my mum." I said, looking at the painting. My father had a miniature one just like it. Only in this one, she was holding a baby.
"I bet me gold teeth that is you she is holding." Jack said, coming up besides us. I bent down to read the title: Amelia and Her Baby, Artist, Unknown. I straightend up and stared at it. She was beautiful. She had my eyes, and my hair, but hers was curly, where as mine was wavy. Her dress she wore in the painting looked like it cost quite a bit, and she had three strings of multicolored pearls around her neck. Then I spotted it, that locket that I now wore.
"Isnt that the locket the maid stole?" Jack asked, dumbly. I ignored him.
"Why would this painting be here?" I finally asked.
"Im sure that Barbossa's crew just grabbed everything with some sort a value when they raided, thats it. I dont think it was put here on purpose." Jack said, putting a hand on my shoulder. I shutterd for some reason. He took his hand off as if I burned him, and gave me a hard stare. I furrowed my brow, and looked back. His eyes darted away from mine, and for a moment, I had a sinking feeling that he didn't love me. I felt some tears come to my eyes, but I didn't let them escape. One must have stuck to my eyelash becasue he saw it.
"Whats wrong?" He asked, drawing me away from the others.
"Do you love me?" I asked quietly, looking away.
"What?"
"Do you love me?"
"Yes," He said slowly. I searched his eyes. He pulled me into a warm embrace and kissed me. "Wow, its odd not having to go around the bulk of pregnancy." He said when we parted lips. I looked down at my now flat and somewhat hollow stomach.
"Yeah, your right. Look at my hips though! They've gotten huge!" I ran a hand over them, amazed.
"Yes, enoumous." He said. I was going to slap him when I noticed he was joking. I gave him another kiss, and we went back to the ship, taking our time, we were there for about an hour or so. We were to realize that our relationship whould have a lot to endure in the following months. And thank god we had that moment, otherwise, I dont know what would have happened.
"WHAT DO YOU BLOODY MEAN MY BOY WAS KIDNAPPED!" I screamed at the top of my lungs to Elizabeth.
"Well, I uh...I cant run fast, and they..." She stutterd.
"YOU COULD HAVE RAISED THE ALARM DAMNIT! NOW MY BOY IS OUT THERE ALONE, WITHOUT HIS BLOODY MOTHER! HOW THE HELL DID THIS HAPPEN!" Jack tried to calm me down but I ripped out of his grip. "Tell me." I growled.
"Well, uhm...I was laying down with Angie, and David was in his play room. I heard some crying and went to look in on him. There was a man in a black cloak over his head, and he had David in his arms. He pulled out a knife and told me not to move. He then ran out and unto his ship and they sailed away." Elizabeth said, tears streaming down her face. "Bonnie, Im so sorry. I..." I cut her off with a wave of my hand.
"What about my crew? Did they not follow them?" She looked away. "Elizabeth, tell me."
"They refused..." I almost passed out. But she continued. "They said his name was...Oh! Bonnie! They said his name was Rex, and they were afraid to go after him." She broke down and Will had to console her.
"Which one?" I asked in a low deadly voice.
"P-P-Parker!" She sobbed. I walked away quickly and swung over onto my ship.
"PARKER!" I hollerd, standing in the middle of the deck. He came running over, clearly shaken.
"Parker, did you know someone was taking my boy, yet refused to go after them." He nodded his head slightly. I pulled out my pistol and shot him in the middle of his forhead.
"Go which ever way this mans ship sailed...And take care of that." I said, kicking the dead Parker.
