"Aye, ok. We'll go ashore. Wha' time is it?"
"I'd say aroun' dawn..." Octavia muttered, looking through a port hole. The sky was pink and purple. With a hint of orange.
"Octavia, er... we'll be back soon." Will nodded. She smiled and mouthed,"Thanks.." He nodded with a trace of a smile on his face.
Then she was alone, she listened to Jack rave for a few minutes. Then everything went quiet. She smiled in the dark. She finaly told her story... out loud. But Norrington is here... she thought... She wanted to sit up. But she was too tired. So when the gulls began to cry, she fell into a sleep.
Will was ecstatic. Elizabeth. He hadn't any idea what was in store...
Octavia laid on the bed. She was alone on the cot in the place. Alone again. Her dress hung on her like a sack. It was dishelved and dirty. She looked at her feet. Her took her hand to her mouth, it was small and danity, as a twelve-year-old's hands should be. She stifled a cry. She wouldn't cry for a long, long, time she decided. Tears soon streaked her face, burning from their departure of her eye, down her cheek where they lived, and upon their final destination to her hand. Octavia removed her hand and she began to throw up. Her insides heaved, her mind telling her it wouldn't be worth it. It continued to happen. She leapt off the bed but, the floor was covered in knives and swords. Still, she continued to the bucket, which was in the corner for obvious purposes.
She gagged. Nothing happened. Her hands were aching and white-knuckled. Again, her insides heaved and she threw up. It seemed to be hours before she stopped. She was wiping her mouth when she felt something move on her hand. Octavia looked at her hand, a maggot lay on her hand up-side down wriggling his legs. She shook her hand and stood up, scrambling from the bucket; which now was filled with maggots. She again, took her hand and placed it upon her mouth. Her eyed were white with fear, and she remembered a saying she heard in the tavern, "Don't shoot until you see the whites of their eyes."
She sucked in a hurried breath. She crept from the corner to the door. She leaned against it. It felt like a way out. But it was more of a way to keep someone in. Then an idea hit her. She breathed in threw her nose. Her eyes shut tight, she opened the door. When she did, a meadow of wild flowers were at her feet. She floated like a princess across the field. Her feet grazed the soil and blades of grass below her. The flowers tickled her feet. She soon forgot her once brilliant idea.
Octavia was examaining a flower when she heard a deep growl.Then she was in the middle of a fucking reptile zoo. There before her stood a snake-like monster, wearing makeup. It said, "Thought I told you to git."
Another monster appeared. It looked at her as it slithered into the room, leaving a sticky film behind it. Her whole body cowered, leaving her only a few inches tall. It said in a booming voice, "Hello thur..." She screamed. She threw herself threw the flowers which were no longer appreciated, and flew past the blades of grass. The monsters followed her cackling.
Her feet flew past the things she admired, into the room. She grew leaving her a normal size. She found herself stepping on a paticularily sharp and curved sword. It was slightly deilicate, but she knew it coud hold. Her took it into her hands, feeling it power generate off of it onto herself. She felt powerful. A white speck appeared in her eye. Her nails burned. But she found herself smiling. She opened the door to find the monsters.
Octavia only knew of two consequences to her action which she was about to take: either the monsters would swallow her whole, screaming, and the spit out her bones. Leaving them to be dark mark on the meadow's once gleaming record. Or, she could slice the monsters up, leaving the door way open to escape into reality. She could only hope it were the latter.
Gingerly she opened the door. Behind her back, she held the sword, which seemed to be growing. Naught but two inches in front of her stood the monster which made her chill. She shook but not from fear this time. But from the power of the sword. She smiled, and the moster gasped. It's yellow, gleaming eyes turned old, and the whites appeared.
With a great force she plunged the sword, now huge, into the monsters stomach. She felt a piercing pain in her gut. Something sticky was leaking from her. She looked down to see she had plunged the sword into herself.
-
Adellaide was about to sleep when she heard a tiny yelp. She sat up, and calmly picked up a robe, wrapping it around herself. She took her slippers off. She glided across the room, opened the door, and set down the hallway. The yelping grew drastically. Still, she continued down the hallway at her usual pace. Until she reached the room which held the yelping. She inclined her head toward the door. She opened it, to find a young woman, in a corset. She was obviously asleep. Her black hair gleamed in the moonlight. Adellaide took a candle she had in the pocket of her robe and lite it. A orange glow now took hold of the room. The woman was sweating profusely on her forhead, Adellaide could not tell if she was any where else because of the thickness of the corset. Adellaide set the candle down and sat upon the cot. The woman was holding her stomach and groaning in a awful way. Sweat grewin beads onthe girl'sforehead.Adellaide began to speak words over the woman. She lite a root she also kept in her pocket.
-
Octavia woke up, and smelled something funny. She kept her eyes closed letting the aroma enclose on her. She breathed deep. Then she remembered the awful dream and her eyes shot open. Once they shot open, she sat up, leaving her with a awful pain in her side. She immediately closed her eyes and fell back upon the cot. She held her stomach and felt something sticky. She looked at her hands and saw blood. She gasped. She started shaking until she felt a smooth hand on her wrist.
She looked up. There stood a woman. She was quite young. Mayhap a few years older than Octavia. Her hair was bright red, and was braided into thirds and hung well past her behind. Her eyes were not much of a color. They could have passed for gray, green or blue. She had a tiny mole, marking her perfect complexion by her mouth. Her cheekbones were high, and her skin skin tight. But she didn't smile.
Octavia stared at her beauty. Her mouth hung open. Then she found her words.
"Who are you?" she gasped, barely audible.
"My name is Adellaide..." She said, sitting on the cot. "Now, you don't sit up again, ya hear? You about to break them bones." Her voice was a raspy voice. It was very odd to hear it coming from such a beautiful woman.
"Yes..." Octavia said. "What are you doing here, Madame-"
"Madmoiselle."
"Wha'?"
"I've never been married." Adellaide said quite simply.
"Oh, I just assumed."
Adellaide was quiet for a minute before she spoke again. "I was in here because you were thrashing about in your sleep. A nightmare seemed to have plagued you very thoughts."
"Oh. Well, yes."
"You've had this dream before? Haven't you? Aww, no need to answer. I know. Many times this night terror is triggered in your thoughts."
"Are you sure your Adellaide?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Well, the way Jack talked about you. I assumed you were well, older."
"You better not let him hear you about him that way." She began looking at the blood on the corset. "dark red blood is bad... brighter blood is good..." She muttered to herself as she looked at the dark blood crusted on the corset.
"What way?"
"He is used to-Relax," Adellaide said as she touched and poked Octavia's ribs. "He's Captain Jack." A small smile leapt on Adellaide's face. But it left as soon as it came.
"But right now, I need to get something from my room. I won't be gone but, a moment. Stay put." Adellaide said and she swept off the cot to her room.
So, Octavia thought, this is Adellaide. This gorgeous woman, who knows everythin'. Suites Jack. At least she knows what she's doing. Octavia sighed.
Adellaide appeared with a large bowl, some weeds, a jar of something unknown and eggs. She sat down on the floor and laid out the items before her. She closed her eyes and pick up an egg. She cracked it open, and opened her eyes. The egg laid on the floor and she picked up the yolk part. In the bowl it went. Then she did the same to the other egg but this time she too everything but the yolk. She took the weeds and split them open, spilling out tiny grains. She would take one, or two, set it on her tongue and then spit it into the bowel. In the jar she poured a sweet smelling paste and spread it on the bowl. She looked up at Octavia.
"Undress, please." She said. Octavia was shocked. Undress? In front of a stranger?
Octavia said nothing. Adellaide stood up and reached down by her ankle. She took a dagger out and pressed it against Octavia's neck.
"Undress." Adellaide ordered. Octavia nodded. She tried to stand up. She was very dizzy, but managed to stay up. She turned her back toward Adellaide for her to unlace the corset. Once she did, Octavia felt immediate relief.
"I am sorry I had to be rough. But if you won't do as I say, then how can I possibly help you?" Adellaide said. Octavia nodded and gulped. This woman is unhuman, she thought.
"Now please, lay back down. I know you must be dizzy." Octavia did as she was told, trying to cover herself up. Not that there was much to cover.
"Please, Dear. Don't do that. It's nothing I haven't seen before. Please, don't be embarassed." Adellaide said soothingly, taking Octavia's hands and placing them by her skirt. Which was right above her naval. "Do you mind if I lower that? I won't be able to help if I can't see properly."
"Thank you," Octavia said. She felt much more relaxed as she breathed in the herb that was burning. Adellaide took the concotion she made and whipped it up with her hands, and it turned a purplish color.
"You are most welcome," Adellaide said. "Now this may burn, but, it's only cleaning out the bad spirit."
Octavia believed every word. She nodded and shut her eyes, waiting. She felt the cold paste hit the wound and burn, but then it grew warmer and warmer. She her eyes. She looked at Adellaide. Adellaide smiled. She looked wonferful whens she smiled.
"It doesn' hurt..." Octavia said.
"I fooled you, it's much better to expect the worst and get something much better. But I am extremely afraid something is in the wound."
"How can ye get it out then?" Octavia said desperatly.
"What this will do is, numb the wound. Then I can take this daggar which you know oh too well, and take whatever is in there out."
Octavia nodded again. She said, "Alrigh'. Do it."
"I was going to anyways. With or without your permission." Adellaide said, and smiled warmly toward Octavia. Now, Octavia thought, I can' believe I was worried about being hav nekkid.
Then she felt something protrouding in her side. It was Adellaide's slender fingers. Then it was gone.
"Done."
"Are ye sure?"
"I'm sure."
"What was it? Inside?"
"Odds and ends." Adellaide said. "But I am afraid I have to lace you back up to keep it from bleeding more."
"Ok." Octavia was still at lose of words. She stood up. But unlike last time she felt so dizzy she coudn't stand up. She fell and began to hypervenulate.
"I can't lift you-" Adellaide began.
"Octavia..." She whispered.
"I have to get help."
Octavia lay on the floor. She only wondered what everyone would think of her. The great Cap'n naked on the floor. That would make quite a perposterous tale. She highly doubted anyone would believe it.Octavia was blacking out when she heard the tiny thumps of Adellaide's footsteps to Jack's equally quiet footsteps. Then she heard the door squeak. She heard voices but, she couldn't make them out.
Jack walked into the room looked around the down on the floor. His hands were out, as if he had been caught. His mouth and eyes made an 'O' shape. He turned around to see Adellaide blocking the door. He pointed behind her and said, "I hear someone calling me..." He turned his head a little bit and yelled, "Aye, be right there-" He turned to Adellaide, "See now yer makin' me late..." She narrowed her eyes at him.
"She's er, nekkid.Ye brought me from the tavern to see 'er nekkid? I thought ye said ye needed help?"
"You, lift her up."
"Shoudn' we, er, put somefin on 'er?" He said, nervously.
"Would you lift her up, please?" Adellaide said.
"Alrigh', keep yer shirt on-" He grinned at her from the side, as he bent down to Octavia and untied his bandanna and laid it on her. He threw his effects, and hat on the floor with a clang."Please, keep yer shirt on...too."
Octavia felt hands around her waist and rib cage. They seemed to be rough. She opened her eyes. She felt better, but equally weak at the same time. She attempted to cover herself up but, realized that someone was holding the bandanna in place, covering her. She saw both hands on either side of her rib cage. Imeediately, she recognized the bandanna. It was Jack's.
"Hold her up. I have to put this on her," Adellaide said.
"Mmm." Jack mumbled awkwardly. He held her outward, like an infectious disease. He looked quite comical holding Octavia, from the behind, squinting. He also, held her out unusually far place.
"Now, how do you expect me to lace her up if you're in the way? Move in front of her. Don't drop her."
"But-" Jack began.
"Are you questioning me?" Adellaide said threateningly.
"No." Jack said, with amusement in his voice. He moved around in front of Octavia who was glaring at Jack. He was still holding the bandanna in place. He was looking deep into Octavia's eyes.
"Woss takin' so long?" Jack mumbled and looked over Octavia's shoulder, to Adellaide. He grinned at Octavia and she heard him mumble, "Not that' I'm complainin'... Don't get me wrong, ol' Jack loves a woman on his ship. "Specially a nekkid one."
"Damnit Jack..." Octavia hissed.
"Not my fault, luv. You're the one who be nekkid."
"The strings are tangled hold on." Adellaide said. Jack continued to grin at Octavia but, she began to feel heavy. So she began sliding from his fingers. Her head was throbbing, she could hear her own heartbeat thumping in her head, thump...thump...thump.
"Hold up there, you." He said in her ear. He tightened his grip on her side, carefully avoiding her wound. His hands still held the bandanna in place. Octavia thought he looked funny without his hat or bandanna. He held her closer, until her chest touched him. She leaned on his shoulder, for support.
"You know. I never thought I'd be in this paticular situation wiv you..." He said, grinning.
"Shut up, Jack." Octavia mumbled. "Can' you talk abotu somethin' else?"
"Nice weather we're havin', aye?" He said, teasing.
"Ok. Got it." Adellaide said. Jack held her out farther, but his grip was just as tight. Octavia hardly had the strength to hold up her head now.
"Wait a minute now, I'll be needin' tha' back." He gestured the bandanna. Octavia sighed. She felt the bandanna move away from her. He dropped it onto the floor and held her close still.
He looked down at her half naked body. He grinning mischeviously at her. She glared hatefully at him. "Like what you see?" She said, tilting her head. His eyes grew wide with amusement. "Cos it's the last time ye'll ever se it." Jack stared at her grinning and his gold teeth shining. She felt the corset wrap around her. She sighed. Once it was wrapped around her he held her much closer, so tat their bodies toched. She was weak and felt vunlnerable. Her shoulder fell on his shoulder. He didn'tmove it. But kept getting caugt in her hair. He would blow so it would move away. Tears welled in his eyes, because he had to sneeze.
"Tha's better. Aye?" Jack said, threw his tears. He moved his head so he could look up at her face. At least he's somewhat good abou' this... she thought. He on the other hand was just glad to get his face out of her hair.
"OK Jack lay her down," Adellaide commanded.
"How? Wha? Drag 'er?" He said, whimiscally.
"Pick her up, then."
Jack wrapped one arm around her thighs, close to her knee and the other around her back. Instead of feeling dread about this sistuation, Octavia thought it was rather soothing. She felt safe for a moment. Being held in a man's arms...
"Steppin' over the threshold..." He muttered as he lifted her. "Ere wrap your arm around me neck to hold on." He said. She did. He set her down on the bed and lifted his arm from her legs, and back, gently.
"Wha' was 'Steppin' over the threshold?'" Octavia asked, as Adellaide shoved Jack aside and put a blanket over Octavia.
"Tradition. Ya see? When ya marry, not you a course," He looked at her, grinning from his mouth and eyes. "The man carries the woman o'er the 'threshold' to their place." He nodded.
"I see." Octavia said. She felt sleepy.
"Jack, you can leave." Adellaide said, as she took the bucket of water and looked in her robe pocket for a rag.
"'Ere," He said,bending over. Picking up his bandanna he tore a strip off, handing Adellaide a piece of it. She dunked it into the bucket and place on Octavia's forehead. It felt much better, Octavia decided.
"Oh an' next time ya 'ave this problem," He said,bending over picking up his bandanna, effects and hat. "Feel free to call 'pon me 'gain." He smiled as he put them in their rightful places.
"Go to sleep now, ya hear?" Adellaide said. She blew out the root in the bowl. Then she left, leaving the candle lite on the small side table.
- Meanwhile, Will was looking around town. He couldn't find Elizabeth, and then Jack leaves him alone. Damn him, he thought.
A/N: Ok, first off, the SAG awards were orgasmic with Johnny there. "Hi... :applause: Hi..." So cute. Second thing, I took qoutes or sayings from 4 Johnny movies. Name em. Lol. Pretty easy actually. But yeah. Or at least try to.
A bit Closer, Johnny:I lurve benny and joon. oh so ca-yoot. lol. yeah, i tried to add a lil johnny into the chappie. You don't mind if i borrow you quote then? Right? lol. OH EM GEE! THE sags were awesome. I am a lil upset that he didn't win but, still. lol. You already know this from my review earliar. Yeah. Hope you like the chappie.
CaptainAmmie: Glad you found me again. : D Bah! (To your "moo!")
ToxicBeatle: I lurve Jack too. He'll get better. He's not himself. Depp-ressed and what not. ; ). But he'll get better. Once they get to Elizabeth... If they do.. dun dun dun. Ye might want to switch to de-caf mate. (on coffee which is very yummy...)
