I realize that my story isn't author of the year material...So I'm not offended by anything. I don't have a spell checker on this computer, so I do the best I can...And by the way...I like Mary-Sue's, thats why I'm writing this...I know the differences between the two. I'm not serious about this, that is why I am not putting my heart and soul into the making of a fan-fic. I like putting in quotes from other movies and books, because I find it fun, and hopefully the readers will guess where they are from. Thank you for your tips, and I will put them into consideration. I know that I am not completely with the historical detail, and basically, who is? Unless they really research it. The 1700's aren't my area of expertise...its more like the 1500's. Anyways, thank you for your help, and I will try to put to mind your information given. Also, Jack does get a bit mean and violent in this chapter, and the next ones. I realize a lot of my characters are out of place, and thats to kinda help with the plot.
Chapter thirteen: As the world falls down
"Could you please watch the children for me tonight?" Coralie asked me as I sat at the vanity table in Jack's and my room fixing up my hair.
"Alright, where are you going?" I asked distractedly, hair pins in my mouth.
"Well, if truth be told," She said shyly, "Will and I are going to rent out a room in the local saloon."
"Ooh lala." I snickered. "Thinking about having another baby?" I teased, finally managing to pull up my hair and fasten it, and standing up.
"Oh stop it." She said, her face turning red. "If you must know, its our annerverisery...hopefully this one will go by without any surprises."
"Whadaya mean?" I asked curiously.
"Well, the day we got married, my betrothed shot Will. Our first annerveriery I was thrown in jail for some thing or another. Our second annerversery Will was gone, and I was in labor with Anne..." I wistled at her misfourtunes.
"Wait..." I said confused, "Your betrothed shot Will?"
"Yeah...long story." She went on to describe her life in the court of Queen Anne, and then her life of piracy leading up to her decision between Jack and Will. I laughed so hard tears rolled down my face when she was describing how she walked in on her bethrothed whilst he was wearing a dress, in the middle of a giant orgy. She was just telling me about the day WIll got shot, when Jack came running in, a piece of paper clutched tightly in his hand.
"There you are!" He cried seeing me. He thrust the paper at me, and I grabbed it, looking at the postmark. My heart almost stopped. It had come from India.
"Wh-when did this arrive?" I studdered, tearing up the envolope. Inside was a small little picture. I blinked, wondering where is the letter saying she is dead? Where is the letter saying she escaped? But there was none. I looked closer at the drawing, and my heart melted.
"I love you mummy," I read aloud, and there it was written on the papper, in crude childish writing. She had drawn a small house, and three people outside of it. On the back of the parchment, it read: "We are happy to inform you that your child, India, has been doing quite well. She can say her name, mommy, daddy, and a few other words. She is greatly improving...We shall inform you of any other occurances." I started to cry...Really bawl! I hugged Jack so long and tight, and just sobbed into his shoulder.
"Shes getting better!" I sobbed, letting him go and wiping tears of joy from my face. "Look!" I handed over the precious parchment, and as Jack read it, and the back, he smiled.
"I bet it was just living in that house. I know that she was forced to be like that. Now that she's out, she will most likely improve." He said, handing back the parchment. I carefully folded it and put it in my trunk with the rest of my knick-nacks.
"I can't believe it..." Coralie said, a big smile on her face. "Hey, maybe you can teach my girl her ABC's, and numbers? Maybe even her caticisms? Nothing too morbid though," She winked. I laughed, my heart soaring higher than when I had found out I was pregnant.
Maybe I would finally have that little girl I had dreamed about every night. Maybe. But that word was what made my heart falter, and lose hope all together. What if she didin't advance all the way? And had the mentality of a child of four or five forever? The thought made my stomache feel like stone, and I bit my lip, trying not to let my emotions show on the outside.
"Excuse me, I have to go to the powder room," I said, and slipped out with confused looks from both persons. I half-walked half-ran to the small bathroom on that floor, and locked myself in. I didn't cry...I had enough crying really. But I sat there on the small sette next to the wash basin. I stared down at the marble tile, and thought, How tacky this bathroom is...this whole house! Coralie seems to have some taste...by the way she dresses herself and the children...yet, why is this house the way it is? It was new, so it wasn't like they bought it this way? I was trying to distract myself from the aweful truth, yet I found some comfort in picking apart Coralie and Will's house.
I got up after a few minutes and went back to my room to find only Coralie in there. Today she had on a light blue silk gown with dark blue velvet trim, and a ruffely skirt and sleeves...Once again, I was jealous. Her hair looked like it was curled and she wore it loosely around her shoulders. She seemed to be glowing, and I wished my life was as simple as her's. I had on a drab gray satin, that seemed to be tight about the waist and bust area, and it hung awkwardly on my body. I sat back down at the vanity and stared in the mirror, heaving a huge sigh.
"Whats the matter?" Coralie asked, sensing my discomfort.
"Nothing." I said quickly, then changed the subject in a desperate attempt. "Who decorated your house?" I asked in what I hoped was a non-chalant way.
"Oh, that." She looked like she was swallowing cod liver oil, and her beautiful lips were twisted up into a frown. "It was my mother." She said with a sigh that rivaled my own.
"Your mother?" I echoed, wonderingly.
"Yes, unfortunately. She had caught wind of my marraige to a "blacksmith" and came here from England to "help out". She decorated my house, and even tried to pick my wardrobe, but thats where I drew the line. She went back to London satisfied that she "kept up my apperance even if I did marry beneith me." What a wanker." She said, shaking her head. I laughed at her un-characteristic like language. She gave me a sly grin.
"Yeah, dear ol mum made yours look a little less horrible I suppose." She said, then happily flounced out of the room, to get the children situated before her and Will left for the night. I looked back into the mirror and searched my face wondering what I could find there. My birthday was coming up soon. I felt older than I ever had. I had a five year old child, and yet I was widowed, and had no prospects. There was Jack, of course, but he was just another person, another bed shared. I thought about leaving the crew, and searching for something else to do, other than piracy. I had been a lot of things, and I could mark being a pirate as one of them. I thought about going to Asia, or something, when Jack strode in his face like thunder.
"When was your last course, girl?" He shouted at me. I was taken aback at his rudeness. Yes, he was a cut thoat pirate, but he didn't act that way to me.
"What?" I asked bewildered.
"Your damn course, woman!" He shouted. "Will just informed me of the signs one notices if one is pregnant...And I don't think you have had your course!" My face turned red at this sudden intamacy-like conversation...if you could call it that.
"I dunno, a month maybe? I should be having it soon...I thought last week I would...Why?"
"Because you might be bloody pregnant!" He practically screamed at me.
"Why the hell would you care?" I yelled back, standing up to shout in his face. "When you offered to take me to India, you probably just saw me as a quick roll in the sheets. Wham bam thank you ma'am! I bet you have a million babies you don't even know about! So don't you dare yell at me, or make me feel like its my fault!" He stood there for a moment, then really exploded.
"DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME WHAT TO DO!" He bellowed. "YOUR THE ONE WHO WAS ALL UP ON ME AND THE LIKES! IT TAKES TWO TO TANGO IF YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED! SO IF YOU ARE PREGNANT, DON'T THINK YOU WILL GET ANY HELP FROM ME, BECAUSE IT WILL MOST LIKELY BE AS RETARTED AS YOUR FIRST BRAT!" I was rocked back on my heels at that remark, just as if he had hit me. I stood there, seething. A million stinging remarks flew through my mid, each one more malicious than the last, but I decided to take action.
Slap. I slapped him with every sinle muscle I could muster stregnth with. I raised my hand to hit him again when he caught it and twisted my whole arm around and behind my back. I gasped out in pain as he tightened his grip.
"How DARE you hit me." He hissed in my ear. "Now listen to what I have to say, or you shall experiance pain unlike anything you have ever imagined." He gave my arm another yank and I cried out in pain again. "Don't think about trying to harm me, or I will kill you. I told you before, I am not above hitting a woman when she deserves it. And right now, you need to be lashed severly. I never said we would have a relationship, and to me, you are just a good romp, but you weren't even that good." He gave another yank, harder. My hair that I had laboured over was falling out with each twist and shake.
"Get your filthy hands off me, pirate!" I spat at him, unthinking, and uncaring to what he would do. He shoved me hard away from him that I flew across the room and hit the floor hard. I let out a small cry of pain as my ankly twisted under my weight.
"You asshole!" I screamed up at him. He stood there for a moment, looking down his nose at me as if I was some street whore who had soiled his jacket, then strode out of the room, his boots stomping heavily on the floor. I brushed my hair out of my face, and called for Coralie about my ankle. Then decided to definately get out of here, and go some place far away from this ego-maniacal captain and his crew.