Do I Have To Cry For You?
Chapter Two
I guess that there is not. The pain that consumes you when somebody you love dies never really leaves you; it stays with you until the day that you die. It hits you in waves, and those waves vary in size and vary in the amount of ache that is thrown over you each time.
Bootstrap twirled the fountain pen around with his fingers and frowned.
I guess that there is not. The pain that consumes you when somebody you love dies never really leaves you; it stays with you until the day that you die. It hits you in waves, and those waves vary in size and vary in the amount of ache that is thrown over you each time. The pain does not leave you when you die. What's the difference between the two, anyway? Life and death… -Show me the difference that separates these two states, because I very much want to know.
He paused and silently read over the words.
I know that the pain does not leave you when you die because I have been dead.
Another pause.
The Aztec Gold curse made you not among the living and so you could not die, but neither were you dead. You supposedly felt nothing while under it, not the spray of the sea or the taste of rum, not the softness of a warm bed or the warmth of the sun. Feeling nothing would mean that you could feel no pain, feel no feeling, show no emotion… -Is that not considered death? I do not care what the Heathen Gods said, that damned curse made you dead. Yet, while under it, even though my heart did not beat, it still ached. I was dead, regardless of what those dull-witted Gods say, and I still felt that pain that I did while I was alive. Show me the difference that separates life and death, Wren, because I would very much like to know.
Bootstraps' eyes roamed over the words as if they, or the paper, would tell him a difference.
The only thing that he heard was the mocking silence that he had so idiotically suggested.
He set the fountain pen down on top of the paper and leaned back in his chair. It creaked faintly as Bootstrap allowed his eyes to wander over the many pieces of paper that were laying sprawled out and in no particular order in front of him. Nonsense was all that it was. Complete and utter nonsense.
"Over your life and your wife; you threw everything away for the sea! You killed mother! You didn't care, you didn't…"
He forcefully shut his eyes.
"I hope you burn in hell for this and for what you did to Jack! You deserve hell, you all do! You deserve to be cursed and remain cursed!"
Perhaps he was burning in hell for what he had done to both his wife and his son.
Perhaps he deserved hell. Perhaps the letter that was meant to be but one page was his hell.
Bootstrap sighed jadedly as he opened his eyes and rested them on the dancing flame of the candle that was sitting below the window that was above his table. He marveled at the light as it moved to the rhythm of the breeze that was blowing in from the sea before going completely out and plunging the room into darkness. Bootstrap rose his eyes to the window a few seconds later and his breath caught in his throat.
The Black Pearl rested at the docks just a few feet away from their home.
Bootstrap frowned.
Jack knew better than to not hide the Pearl, especially with both the Commodore and Governor having clear views of the docks, so why was she docked where the whole town could effortlessly see her? Flames flew by the windows and Bootstrap vaguely wondered why Jack was raiding Port Royale. He jumped from his thoughts and was on his feet in an instant when he heard glass shattering from somewhere in the small house. He unsheathed his sword and slowly started to make his way through the dark living room. He stopped when he heard more glass shattering and tried to pinpoint what room it was coming from. A child's scream snaked into his ears and Bootstraps' eyes widened when the man realized that the noise was coming from Jacks' room. He hastily ran from the living room towards his grandsons' room and grabbed the handle on his door. It wouldn't open. Jack screamed again and Bootstrap hurled his sword between the wall and the door and slammed his body weight down onto the lock and sighed with relief when he heard it break. He quickly withdrew his sword and kicked the door open with his sword erect and ready to pierce the skin of whomever it was that had caused the child's screams.
There was nobody there.
The hand that was clutching the sword lowered faintly as the man frowned and allowed his eyes to roam over the darkened room. Moonlight poured in from the window and highlighted the shards of glass that were lying in every direction. Bootstrap looked briefly at the shattered, jaded pieces before raising his eyes to the window and narrowing them when he saw that the Black Pearl was still in the docks with men running on and off of her in a great haste. Screams and gunfire echoed in the distance as Bootstrap slowly walked to the window with his sword raised and ready to pierce if the need should arise. Faint shadows of blood speckled the window sill and there were indentations in the rocky path that was outside of Jacks' window. Bootstrap shook his head and rose his eyes back to the Pearl.
Jack had just kidnapped Will and Elizabeth's' child.
Jack was raiding Port Royale.
Bootstrap shook the ghostly thoughts away and sheathed his sword and quickly turned and ran from the room and out of the front door. He ignored the screams of fear and the shouts of fury and the smell of burning flesh and blood as he turned the left corner of the house, which led to the docks. In the back of his mind something was pulling at him to go back and make sure that Will and Elizabeth were alright, that nothing had happened to them, that that feeling in his gut that something had was incorrect. He cursed the thought and wordlessly willed it away as he withdrew his sword and struck at a pirate that was running by him. The man gasped and dropped whatever it was that he was holding before crumpling to the ground onto his stomach. Bootstrap kicked the man onto his back to get a better look at his face.
The man was not a part of Jack's crew.
Or at least, was not three years ago.
Bootstrap cursed to himself as he turned and sprinted off in the direction of the docks. He slammed the handle of his sword down onto a pirate that was holding firmly onto a little girl's arm and threatening her with a dagger of some sorts. The child cried out when the man fell and dashed off towards the town, screaming for her mother and father. Bootstrap fell to the ground on his back with a sickening thud as the man grabbed his ankle and forcefully yanked him down. The pirate reached for the dagger and growled as Bootstrap kicked it away with his foot before rolling in the opposite direction and jumping to his feet. He rose his sword and prepared to pierce his skin when the moonlight came back out from behind the clouds and Bootstrap caught sight of the man's face.
Bootstraps' mouth virtually hit the ground as he lowered his sword in total shock.
The man smiled at him as the blood on his dagger shimmered in the moonlight.
"Hello, Captain Turner." Bootstrap could say nothing nor do anything but stare at the man.
Seth.
To Be Continued…
AN: Kind of short on time so I have to make this quick. Hi. Now we're getting into action!! Woohoo!! Check for an update mid-weekish.
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