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Chapter 6: Heated Battles
The next day, they set sail for Lark; apparently, it was only a few days journey. Unfortunately, that day, Christopher said he wasn't feeling well. Turned out he had a fever…
All day, Celeste did whatever she could to aid Christopher. She got him water whenever he called for it, brought him fruit sliced exactly as he liked it, and held his hand when company was all he wanted. Jack came in to tell him stories on occasion and offered to take over for Celeste for a while, but she wouldn't have it.
"Darling, let me do somethin'." he told her as they were down in the galley that night; she was cutting up an apple for Christopher. "You're goin' to tire yourself out."
"I'll be fine." Celeste dismissed.
"Well, I can 'elp you with 'is food an' all." he said.
"No, you don't know how to fix it." she replied.
"You're jus' cuttin' an apple." he told her.
"But I have to cut it like he likes it to be cut." she pressed. "There's a difference, you know."
"Well, after this, will you go to sleep?" he asked. "You can't keep doin' this -- you've been stayin' up 'til all hours."
"I'm taking care of our sick son, what am I supposed to do?" she asked bitterly.
"Well, you certainly shouldn' do it all yourself." he said. "This along with caring for Jocelyn. You can only do so much. I've done what I can to 'elp you, but you won' let me do anythin'."
"I'm fine, Jack, stop worrying. If I can kill Bartholomeu Santara, I can take care of my children." she told him, as she finished cutting the apple. She picked up the bowl of cut up apple and started to leave the galley; she stopped at the door and turned around. "I'm sorry, Jack… I know you're just concerned about me, but… I can't help but be worried sick about Christopher… I'm sorry I snapped at you -- you mean well, I know you do." She turned and left the galley.
After Celeste had gotten Christopher to go to sleep, she went to her room and dressed for bed. She got into bed with Jack, exhausted, and lied down comfortably; he put his arms around her. A few moments later…
"Mummy!" Christopher called. Celeste's eyes shot open and she sat up quickly.
"Coming, Christopher!" she yelled. She started to hop up out of bed, but her foot got caught in the blankets and she fell over to the floor.
Normally, this would've been a very comical moment, if it weren't for the fact that Jack was so worried about her. He got up and helped her stand.
"I'll 'elp 'im, savvy?" he said, helping her into bed.
"Well… alright…"
Jack went into Christopher's room and got him a glass of water as he asked for. When he went back to his room, Celeste was sound asleep. That night, they were awakened only once by Jocelyn, which is a record for a six month year old.
The next morning, Celeste woke up to Christopher calling for her. He asked her for an apple, sliced like he liked it, and she went to the galley to fix it. She took it to him and went back to her room. Jack was awake by then.
"Love, let me do somethin' today, savvy?" he asked. "Don' want to get too tired out, do you?" Just then, Celeste's knees gave out and she fell to the floor. "Celeste!" he exclaimed, jumping up and going to her. He picked her up and put her on the bed. "I knew it -- you're exhausted. I knew you'd tire yourself out."
"Oh, no…" Celeste muttered. "I can't help Christopher…"
"I can 'elp, Princess, I am 'is father, you know." he said.
"Of course… of course you are." Celeste replied.
"Aye, I'd better be!" he joked; she laughed.
"Mummy!" Christopher called.
"One minute, Christopher!" Jack yelled. He looked at Celeste. "Now, you jus' rest, I'll take care o' Christopher, don' worry." He told her and kissed her forehead.
"Oh, and if he wants an apple, make sure to cut it right -- did you see me yesterday?" she asked.
"Well, no one cuts apples like you, love, but I can try." he said with a smile. She smiled. "An' if you want somethin', yell for me. If I see you up, besides for Jocelyn, I'll…"
"You'll what?"
"I'll… figure it out later, but I won' be 'appy!" he replied jokingly, and she laughed. "Now, you get some rest, savvy?"
"Savvy." she replied, smiling. He kissed her and went to Christopher's room. "'ey, Christopher." he greeted, sitting on Christopher's bed.
"Hi, Daddy." Christopher greeted.
"Can I get somethin' for you?" Jack asked.
Christopher nodded. "Another wet cloth, please. My head is hot."
"O' course, son, I'll be right back." he told him. He went down to the galley and got a wet cloth and brought it back up to Christopher. He placed it on Christopher's head and sat with him.
"Where's Mummy?" Christopher asked.
"…Mummy isn' feelin' well." Jack told him. "She's restin'."
"Is she sick because of me?" Christopher asked.
"O' course not." Jack said comfortingly. "An' she's not sick, she's jus' tired. …You want me to tell you a story?" Christopher nodded. "Alrigh', which one?"
"The one about how you beat Barbossa."
"Ah, yes, a wonderful story." Jack replied, taking his hand. "Well…"
A little while later, Jack had finished this story and Christopher had fallen asleep. Just then, the door opened; it was Anamaria. She gestured for him to talk to her -- he nodded and let go of Christopher's hand and followed her outside.
"Jack, his fever is really bad." Anamaria said quietly. "I was in a little while ago -- he's burning up."
"I know…" Jack replied quietly.
"It's really serious, Jack." she stated. "If the fever gets much worse, it could be fatal…"
Jack froze. "What? …No, it can't be fatal… It can't be…"
"He should be fine, but if it really gets worse… I had to tell you -- I didn't think it would be right to not say anything." Anamaria told him.
"Er, thank you, Anamaria…" he said. She nodded and left and he went back into Christopher's room. He sat down and took the wet cloth off Christopher's forehead and placed it on the bedside table. He pushed the hair out of Christopher's face and looked at him. Christopher remained asleep. "You got to fight, son." he whispered. "You got to stay strong an' beat this." he sighed. "You mean the world to me, you know. The moment I saw you, I knew why I was alive… Celeste fought so 'ard for you -- to bring you into this world and we're not goin' to lose you." He kissed Christopher on the cheek and left the room. He went down to the galley to get a glass of water and met Anamaria on the way.
He sighed. "Anamaria, I jus' don' know what to do…" he told her. "Celeste is exhausted enough as it is, I don' want to add stress on 'er…"
"Well, she should know." Anamaria replied. "It is her son, after all."
"I know… an' I should tell 'er…" he said. "I jus' don' want to tell 'er now… I suppose I 'ave no choice, though, do I?"
"No, I don't think you do." Anamaria told him. "You should just go up and tell her."
Jack nodded. He drank down a glass of water and went upstairs to his room. Celeste was sitting on the bed, holding Jocelyn.
"'ey, darling." he greeted, sitting down next to her.
"Hi." she replied, smiling down at Jocelyn. "Jocelyn seems to have discovered how incredibly amusing my necklace is." Jocelyn was tugging on Celeste's necklace, occasionally stopping to just look at it. Jack smiled and patted Jocelyn on the head. Jocelyn looked up at him.
"Ah!" she exclaimed, and went back to marveling at the necklace.
"Well, 'ello to you, too, sweetheart." he told her, smiling.
'Can this get any 'arder?' Jack thought.
Celeste smiled. "Oh, what would I do without my children?"
'Apparently so.' he thought.
"Celeste, love, I, er…" he began nervously, "well, Anamaria… She said that, er… Well…"
"What?" she asked curiously.
"Oh, goodness…" Jack muttered, looking away from her.
"What is it?" she asked, now starting to get worried.
"Anamaria… she says that Christopher's fever… is, erm… pretty serious." he told her. She just looked at him. "Very… serious, actually…" She still just looked at him. "If it, er… if it gets much worse… well, she says it could be… fatal…" Celeste froze.
"F…f…f-f-fatal…?" Celeste stuttered. "N-no… no…! No, no, no, no, no!" Jocelyn sensed Celeste's hysteria and started to cry. Jack picked up Jocelyn and let her rest on his shoulder, patting her on the back comfortingly. "No, Jack, no!"
"Darling, it should be fine, but we jus' need to be aware -- tha's all." he told her. "I thought you 'ad a righ' to know." Celeste started to hyperventilate, panicking quite a bit. "Love, don' panic -- we jus' 'ave to--"
"How can I not panic!" she hissed, avoiding yelling so she wouldn't wake up Christopher or frighten Jocelyn any more. "My child might die and you expect me not to panic!"
"We can't panic, Celeste!" he hissed back. "You think I'm not terrified! You think I'm not as concerned as you are! Well, you're wrong if tha's what you think! We can't panic because we got to stay alert an' we got to stay calm so we don't alarm Christopher! Damn it, why do you always make me out to be so insensitive!"
"Jack, you watch your language!" she ordered. Jocelyn started crying louder, distressed by the argument.
"Don' you think there are more important things afoot than me watchin' my language?" he asked bitterly. "I always get shoved off as painfully insensitive when I'm jus' tryin' to keep the situation calm so everythin' works out!"
"I do not say you're insensitive."
"What do you think that was that you jus' said?" he asked. "About 'ow your child migh' die and I expect you not to panic? 'e's my child, too, you know, an' I'm scared to death!"
"I never said he wasn't and I never said you weren't!" she argued. Jocelyn was still crying and neither of them could take it anymore. "Look, let's just stop. Jocelyn doesn't like it when we argue."
"An' neither do I -- I don' blame 'er." Jack replied coldly. She sighed in annoyance. Jack looked away from her and sat Jocelyn on his lap. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. It's alrigh' now." He kissed her and she grabbed onto a piece of his hair, still whimpering. He picked her up and rocked her in his arms and she gradually stopped crying. He smiled at her and went over to her crib and placed her in it.
"I do not make you out to be insensitive." she muttered.
"Oh, but you do, darling." he replied condescendingly. She stood up and went to him. "You really act like such a spoiled brat sometimes, you know that?"
"Oh, grow up, Jack!" she groaned.
"Aye, I need to grow up, when it's you who shoves everything off on me."
"What is that supposed to mean?" she asked.
"I'm 'olding up everythin' we 'ave every time there's a problem!" he hissed. "I'm the one who stays calm an' keeps a level 'ead! You panic an' despair an' leave everythin' for me to deal with! Everythin' is restin' on my shoulders every time somethin' 'appens because you won' deal with it!"
She paused, scowling at him. "Get out." she growled.
"What?"
"Get out of this room right now." she ordered.
"You forget it was my room in the first place." he told her.
"Get out before I make you get out." she stated.
"An' 'ow do you propose to do that?" he asked patronizingly.
"Just get away from me, Jack!" she hissed, shoving him away. "Now you really are being insensitive!" He stood, looking at her for a moment. "Get out!" She shoved him again, tears coming to her eyes. "Just get out!"
"Fine." he said simply and left the room.
Celeste flopped down on the bed, crying from frustration. Jack stormed down the hall and entered an empty room, sitting down on the bed. He wanted to be alone so he could cool down a little. He didn't mean a thing he said to Celeste; the words just flowed out through his anger. It was the same with Celeste. She didn't aim to make Jack out to be insensitive. She didn't think he was insensitive at all…
After about an hour of fuming and anger-taming, Jack was finally given motivation to get up and leave the room. Christopher was calling for him. He went into Christopher's room and sat down on the edge of his bed.
"Aye, mate?" Jack asked patiently.
"Daddy, is Mummy alright?" Christopher asked.
"O' course she is." Jack replied. "Why?"
"I just… want to see her…" Christopher said.
"…Sure, son." Jack told him. He patted Christopher's head and got up and left the room. He went to his bedroom and knocked on the door.
"Come in!" Celeste called. He opened the door and entered the room. She was lying on the bed tiredly. "Oh… hello…"
"Christopher wants to see you." he said rigidly.
"Oh." she said brighter. "Alright." She got up and went to the door, carefully avoiding him. She went to Christopher's room and Jack stayed behind with Jocelyn. After Celeste was finished visiting with Christopher, she went back to her room. Jack was still there, playing with Jocelyn. He didn't look at Celeste when she came in. They were both still a little angry. She looked at him for a few moments. "I want you to take back what you said."
"I said a lot o' things, love, I wouldn' know what to take back." he told her, still not looking up at her.
"You know what I mean." she said.
"Well, when you stop makin' me out to be insensitive, maybe I'll take back those things."
"Look at me when you're talking to me, Jack!" she ordered. He sighed and went to her. "Now… you take those things back. I try my hardest to keep things together and stay strong -- I didn't realize I was burdening you so much!"
"I'll take them back when you stop makin' me out to be insensitive."
"Quit saying that!" she hissed.
"Well, it's true." he stated.
"You have never once said those things to me! Never!" she hissed. "What is the matter with you!"
"What is the matter with me, I wonder." he replied. "I'd like to know."
"WILL YOU STOP BEING SO CONDESCENDING!" she yelled.
"SHUT UP! YOU'LL UPSET JOCELYN!" he yelled (just as loud), but Jocelyn was already pretty upset; she was crying.
"DON'T YOU TELL ME WHAT TO DO!" she screamed, and slapped him hard in the face. He recoiled, being taken fairly off-guard as she hadn't slapped him for quite a long time, and she'd hit him really hard, so it was very painful. Suddenly, Celeste started crying and she fell to her knees. "I'm sorry, Jack!" she sobbed, hugging his legs. "I'm so sorry!"
Right then, her remaining energy ran out. She realized it and started to stand up to go to the bed, but she didn't make it. Her knees gave out and she fell on her back on the floor. Jack went to her and bent down to pick her up, but she protested.
"Don't touch me, Jack -- I don't deserve it!" she sobbed. "Just leave me here. Take care of Jocelyn -- I can wait. She's more important." she told him through her sobs. He sighed and went to Jocelyn. After he got her to stop crying, he went back to Celeste, who was still crying herself. She struggled to stand up, but got dizzy every time she tried. He picked her up and placed her on the bed. He hadn't said anything since she'd hit him… After he put her down, he went to the window and gazed out of it. "I said I was sorry…" she said guiltily.
"I know you did." he replied. "An' I'm sorry you said it."
"…Why?"
"Because I should've said it in the first place." he stated. "I was the one who started all o' this."
"No…"
"Well, regardless, I'm still sorry." he told her, going to the bedside. "I don' know where half that stuff came from… I don' think I 'ave to 'andle everythin', sweetheart -- mentally, you're much stronger than I am." Just then, Christopher called for them. "Comin', son!" He looked at Celeste and placed a hand on her cheek. They smiled and he left the room. Jack went to Christopher's room and sat down on the side of his bed. "Aye?"
"What was that yelling?" Christopher asked timidly.
"Oh… oh, nothin'… It was nothin'." Jack dismissed guiltily. "Trust me." Christopher nodded. After a few minutes, Jack left the room and returned to Celeste.
"Is Christopher alright?" she asked as he sat down next to her on the bed.
"Aye, but… 'e 'eard the fight…" Jack said.
Celeste's heart sunk. "It was really selfish of us to yell like that… I remember what it was like to hear my parents fight… It hurt a lot." She looked at him. "I don't want to burden my children like that. I'd say 'let's never fight again,' but there's no controlling that… If we do argue, let's do it quietly…"
"I agree." Jack said. "An' without hittin'."
"Oh, that's right!" she recalled. "Oh, Jack, I really am sorry about that!"
"I know you are." he replied smiling. He leaned over and kissed her. Just then, there was a knock at the door. "Come in!"
Anamaria entered the room and shut the door behind her. "I wanted to say that we'll be at Lark tomorrow."
"Oh, good." Celeste said.
"Aye." Anamaria agreed. "One thing… I checked in on Christopher… It's not looking too good… But before you panic… Gibbs told me why he knows where Lark is. It's an island that grows really rare herbs. I might be able to ease Christopher's fever and possibly get rid of it by getting one of those herbs."
"REALLY!" Jack and Celeste exclaimed simultaneously.
She nodded. "The herb is… erm… let me remember here… blue with small white flowers on it."
"I'll be sure to find all the blue herbs with small white flowers I possibly can." Celeste said.
The next day, they weighed anchor at Lark. Jack and Celeste went into Christopher's room to check on him before they left.
"I don't want you to go…" Christopher whimpered.
"Sweetheart, we're going to kill Barbossa." Celeste reasoned. "And we're going to get some plants that Anamaria can use to make you feel better."
"Well… okay… but you'll be okay, right?" Christopher asked worriedly.
"O' course we will." Jack told him. They hugged their son and set out on their journey to defeat Barbossa.
They planned to have the crew row out and ambush Barbossa's crew and hopefully conquer them.
Jack and Celeste rowed ashore and were greeted by one of Barbossa's crewmembers.
"I'm supposed to lead you to the Captain." the crewmember said.
"Fine -- lead the way." Jack replied resentfully. They were led to the entrance to a tall cave where Barbossa was waiting. The crewmember rushed off, back to the ship most likely.
"Ah, Sparrows, welcome." Barbossa greeted. "I was startin' to think ye wouldn't come." The witchdoctor stepped out from behind him. "Restrain Jack, please." The witchdoctor whispered something and waved his wooden staff and some logs from the side of the cave flew across and hit Jack, pinning him to the wall. "The magic can't affect ye directly, but that doesn't mean bewitched objects can't." He looked at Celeste. "I thought ye might want to play for a while, Mrs. Sparrow." Barbossa said. She scowled at him. "Well?" She unsheathed her swords and charged at him.
They fenced vigorously, Barbossa sneering arrogantly the whole time. Finally, she disarmed him and pinned him to the floor. She held her sword to his neck. That was too easy… Why?
"Ye don't want to be doin' that, missy." he warned.
"You know, I'm pretty sure I do." she stated.
"Well, it's just Jack's funeral." he told her tauntingly. He looked at Jack. "Memories of Isla de Muerta, eh?" Jack still scowled at him, struggling against his bonds. She looked at him questioningly. "The Simul Stone -- ye don't know what it does, do ye?" She still just looked at him. "I performed a ritual usin' the Simul Stone that makes Jack and I connected. An' he even brought it to me. Sealed his own fate. Ye see, the reason I was resurrected was because of my rage at him. With the help of the Simul Stone, I can kill him myself -- or someone else will. Basically, you stab me, you stab him."
She eyed him suspiciously. "I don't believe you."
"Try it." he told her. He held up his left hand to her. She kept one of her swords at his neck, but sliced the blade of the other across the palm of his hand and he flinched. She sheathed one of her swords and pulled out her pistol. She aimed it at him, backing away towards Jack as she sheathed her other sword.
"Move and I'll blow your head off." she threatened Barbossa. She looked at Jack who looked distressed. He held up his left hand -- it had a large cut in it. Her heart sunk.
"You see, Mrs. Sparrow?" Barbossa asked, standing up. "It's hopeless." She kept her pistol aimed. "Go ahead -- shoot me. I dare you." He smiled evilly. She released the safety and pulled the trigger.
BANG! The witchdoctor fell to the floor, yelling and clutching his leg. The logs restraining Jack fell to the floor with a thud.
Barbossa laughed. "Clever, clever. But the Simul Stone's effects are permanent. Until one of us dies, that is."
"Jack, there's always a way out -- always a catch…" Celeste told Jack. "I can't do anything, but maybe you can."
He nodded and headed towards Barbossa, unsheathing his sword.
Celeste started towards the witchdoctor. He waved his staff at her and her feet flew out from under her; she fell forward on her face. She got up and charged towards him. Again, he waved his staff and she fell to the ground as he backed up. She got an idea. She pulled out a knife and threw it at him with all her strength. It grazed his arm fairly deeply and he dropped his staff. She dove for it and grabbed it, accidentally dropping one of her swords. She got up and ran to the mouth of the cave with it. She quickly dropped it and broke it in half with her foot. The witchdoctor stopped and looked around, panicked. He grabbed Celeste's dropped sword and was ready for battle.
Meanwhile, Jack charged at Barbossa, slashing at him, but he parried it.
"Jack, Jack." Barbossa laughed as they fenced. "Ye can't kill me like this. Bring back more memories? Ye got to kill me with your own hands."
Jack eyed him suspiciously and slashed at his stomach, slicing a long, shallow cut. Jack flinched, not expecting the blow. Barbossa dropped his sword and so did Jack. Barbossa threw a punch at him, but he ducked. Quickly recovering, he swung a right hook at Barbossa. Barbossa staggered from the hit and Jack felt no pain… He was going to have to kill him the old fashioned way.
Celeste and the witchdoctor fenced back and forth across the mouth of the cave. A thought hit Celeste. The herb. She had to find the herb. She slashed overhead and kicked him in the stomach. He fell over backwards and she ran off towards the forest, glancing around frantically. She could hear him coming up behind her and she wheeled around, blocking a strike from him. They fenced again and Celeste attempted to disarm him. Unfortunately, the sword handles got hooked together and the swords flew out of their hands and into some bushes.
Celeste and the witchdoctor glanced around at all the bushes surrounding them; the swords could be anywhere. Celeste kicked him in the leg and he fell over. She looked around frantically for the blue herb. Finally, she spotted it. Growing by a tree trunk about thirty feet away. She dashed for it, but the witchdoctor dove at her and grabbed her legs. She fell over on her stomach, knocking the breath out of her. She kicked at him, finally kicking him in the face. She dashed off again and made it about fifteen feet before he grabbed her arm and flung her to the ground. He pinned her down and punched her in the face -- hard. She winced in lots of pain but knew what to do. She struggled as much as she could and finally kicked him in the groin. She shoved him away as he writhed in pain and she ran toward the herb. She quickly picked it and shoved it in her pocket. Now she needed a weapon.
The witchdoctor charged at her and she tripped on a tree root, falling over backwards. He pinned her to the ground again and punched her in the face once more. She winced but glanced around for a weapon and picked up the nearest thing. She bashed him over the head with a large stone and knocked him out cold. She got up and searched to bushes for her swords. She retrieved them and slew the witchdoctor so he could cause no more problems.
In the meantime, Jack and Barbossa were fighting viciously. Each had taken a fair beating from each other. They threw punches like mad. Celeste hurried up, wanting to do something to help.
"Your witchdoctor is dead, Barbossa!" she yelled. Barbossa looked over at her in astonishment, getting a punch in the face from Jack due to his lack of concentration. "Nice try!"
"Damn it!" Barbossa growled, punching Jack hard in the face. "But I don't need him to carry this out! Just Jack!" He punched Jack again. Jack recovered, staggering from the blow.
"Celeste, get the herb!" Jack yelled, his voice cracking from strain.
"I got it!" she cried.
"Then go back to the ship and use it!" he ordered, ducking a punch. "NOW!" She flinched a little from his harshness, but started to turn slowly back to the ship. "I SAID GO!" She quickly turned and ran back towards the ship.
'I hope Jack is alright…' Celeste thought, running as swiftly as she could. 'Why do I feel guilty for leaving? There was nothing I could do. I couldn't hurt Barbossa without hurting him, after all… And besides, I need to get back to Christopher… That's what's most important.' She rowed back to the Pearl and got aboard. It looked like everyone had left for the ambushing of Barbossa's ship. Everyone but a few crewmembers on deck, Anamaria who promised to stay with Christopher, and Sierra who promised to stay with Jocelyn. She dashed downstairs to Christopher's room and stopped abruptly outside it. She quietly opened the door, just in case Christopher was asleep; she didn't want to wake him. Lo and behold, Christopher was asleep -- Anamaria was sitting in a chair next to his bed, sleeping as well. Celeste tapped her on the shoulder and her eyes shot open.
"Oh, Celeste -- sorry… I just… dozed off for a moment." Anamaria whispered.
"That's fine -- look, I found the herb." Celeste replied, pulling the blue herb out of her pocket. She handed it to Anamaria.
"Great! Alright, I'll ground it up and get a few things from the galley." Anamaria said. "Wake him up so he knows what's going on. I'm also going to need him awake to know if it's working right."
"Alright." Celeste agreed and Anamaria left the room. Celeste sat down on the edge of Christopher's bed.
'Oh, he looks so peaceful… I hate to disturb him…' she thought and sighed. 'I suppose I have to…'
"Christopher." she said, taking his hand. He blinked his eyes open and looked up at her.
"Hi, Mummy." he greeted weakly.
"Hey, sweetheart." she replied with a smile.
"Where's Daddy?" he asked.
"Erm… Daddy is… he's still out fighting with Barbossa." she told him.
"Is he alright?" he asked worriedly.
"Of course he is. He's Daddy." she told him, smiling. "He's always alright." Christopher nodded. "Er, I found the plant that will make you feel better. Anamaria is fixing it right now."
"Okay." Christopher said.
"So how are you feeling, darling? Alright?" Celeste asked.
"Mm mm, Mummy…" he replied sickly, shaking his head. "I feel bad… and my head is hot…"
"Oh, baby, I'm sorry." she told him, taking a cloth from his bedside table and dipping it in the bowl of water. She wrung it out and dabbed his head with it. "You'll be fine soon."
A little while later, Anamaria entered the room, carrying all her supplies.
"Alright," Anamaria said, setting her things on the bedside table, "you'll be better in no time, Christopher." She looked at Celeste. "Celeste, I think you should leave."
"What? Why?" Celeste asked.
"Because you need to go and get Jack." Anamaria told her. "Besides, he'll probably have taken quite a beating from Barbossa, and you'll need to help him with that."
She considered this for a moment. She wanted to stay with her child, but… after all, Anamaria knew what she was doing… and she did need to get Jack herself. "Well…" she sighed and looked at Christopher. "Sweetheart, I'm going to go get Daddy, alright? I'll be back later." He nodded and she kissed his head. "Thanks, Anamaria."
"Of course." Anamaria replied, and Celeste left the room.
She went up on deck and stood at the railing, looking out at the island. She saw nothing. No movement whatsoever. She bit her lip in worry and climbed down to the boat. She rowed ashore and got out of the boat. She stood in her own awkward silence, wondering what to do. She couldn't be of any help to Jack if she went to help him. Besides, she could miss him on the way. She finally decided to just wait there. She sat down uneasily on the sand and waited impatiently. Finally, she saw a bush move.
'Oh, please don't be an animal or something -- please be Jack.' she thought, having been fooled by animal movement several times while she waited. 'Don't let it be Barbossa… Oh, God, if Barbossa killed him… Please let Jack be alright… I don't want our children to grow up without their Daddy…'
She looked closely at the bushes. Barbossa's large blue hat was visible through the brush… She squinted, praying she saw something else, but it was no mirage. She stood up and started backing towards the boat, tears welling in her eyes.
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