A/N: Ok so I wrote this quite quickly coz I was in the mood to write!
Don't worry I will try to update quite a lot this week before I go on
holiday so u guys have something to read while I'm away!! BTW I also have
to apologise for the cheesiness of the beginning of this chapter...I was in a
bit of a cheesy style of writing if u get my meaning!
Disclaimer: Nope not a sausage...but sausages are nice which is nice I guess.
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Chapter ten: Recovering
It was as though time had stopped altogether. He slowly looked up from his hands, to which he had been staring at, and looked at me as though daring to believe.
"Sorry luv, say it again?" he breathed with a smile creeping over his face.
"Jack?" I said slightly stronger this time.
"Say it again"
"Jack"
He released his tense face into a wide smile and stood up, beads jangling, and ran outside yelling at the top of his voice,
"She's back!! She's back!! Do you hear what I'm sayin Gibbs? She's remembered!"
I smiled as I heard him chuckling and running about and then everyone seemed to burst through the door cramming inside the small, and already untidy, cabin.
That night seemed to be a cause for celebration and everyone could be heard drinking and signing a hearty round of 'Yo ho yo ho a pirates life for me.' Rum was dealt out as though it would never go short and soon the whole crew was drunk.
Everyone except for me that is. I was still ill and they had failed to notice, they had only realised that I would still be alive and be able to fight good old Big Bad. They had been ordered by Ed to leave me to get some peace. Jack had objected to this at first claming that he was Captain Jack Sparrow but finally he gave in and joined the party up on deck.
I lay in my bed feeling terribly ill and slightly jealous that I was not joining in with the celebrations upstairs. The thought of rum was comforting but the thought of food made me want to throw up. Sleep would not take me so I lay mulling over the things that had happened since the battle. I looked down to where the shot had wounded me. It was carefully wrapped in a bandage which looked as though it had been changed recently. Someone had dressed me in clean clothes and I had another bandage wrapped around the sword wound on my belly. I had obviously been well cared for by Ed.
Suddenly the door creaked open. I tried to snap my eyes shut to pretend that I was doing what I had been ordered to do and was sleeping but it was too late, the member of crew knew I was awake. I waited until my eyes cleared and then gasped at who had just entered the cabin.
Anamaria came over to my bed and went to sit down, then thought better of it and stood up. She took in a deep breath and flicked her hair slightly. She was the only member of the crew who had not come to see me or start to rejoice over the matter. I didn't expect her to, I thought she might come and tell me she was disappointed that I hadn't died instead. And obviously I was right. But when she opened her mouth she had an apologetic look in her eyes.
"Annie...I...I wanted to say that I'm sorry for how I have behaved since yea have joined us," she stopped and I looked at her in complete disbelief, "The truth is...I didn't believe that you were the Magpie we were looking for but these last few weeks..." she stopped again trying to find the right words.
"You know Jack hasn't left your side? He's never done that before and the crew was getting' worried about him. He even...went off his rum" she said in a low whisper.
I stared at her. Jack went off his rum?!?! Surely not! She was lying!!! But then again...why would anyone lie about such a serious matter?
"I know! Believe me we thought the world was going to end! Jack has drunk rum every single day I've known him. So I knew there was somethin' special bout ya."
"Wish I wasn't the Magpie though" I whispered, more to myself than to her.
"What?" she enquired.
"Nothin'" said I.
Suddenly the door opened and in came Jack swaying dangerously and smelling richly of far too much rum.
"Sup luvs?" he slurred, "Ed said we wer' t' leave er' t' rest".
"Aye cap'n" Anamaria stood up, "That means you too though"
"I'm goin' ta bed' luv" he grinned, hiccuping slightly as he slurred it, then he approached the hammock which I usually slept in. Slowly he tried to pull himself into it but fell to the floor.
Anamaria, seeing that I certainly couldn't help him, approached the captain who was waving his arms about trying to get up. She tugged on his arm and threw him into the hammock despite his protests that he was Captain Jack Sparrow and did not need help.
Finally, Jack snuggled and snoring loudly in the hammock, Anamaria left the room. I was left to entertain myself until the sounds of the loud snores decreased.
It took about two hours until the snores stopped and I rolled over to embrace the sleep I so desperately wanted. It came, cold and harsh.
The building was there again and I took the same path up to the door being pulled slowly even though every fibre of my being wanted to prevent it. I was stood at the door again and it flung open to reveal a large hallway with a grand stairway covered in cobwebs and dust. I was being pulled up them and to the left. Suddenly a noise behind me, the creak of a stair, made me wake screaming.
I sat up in bed panting with sweat soaking the pillow. Jack came rushing in from the outside.
"What is it luv??" he said looking worried.
"Nothing" I looked away from him desperately trying to remember the dream.
That day I was left in bed again but nearer the late afternoon I felt stronger and desperately wanted to get out into the sea mist which I missed so dearly. Slowly I pulled myself out of bed and staggered to my feet. The shot wound stung but I ignored it and approached the door.
The sunlight fell on my face warming it to the bone. A sea mist whipped up in my face and I took a deep breath in savouring the moment. The sky was cloudless and such a deep colour of blue that I thought it was more beautiful than the sea. But only for one fleeting moment, the sea was where I belonged now. I could never go back to living on land. It wasn't exciting enough.
I staggered over to the side and it was then that my presence was noticed. Gibbs ran up to me and put an arm on my shoulder as though I was going to faint any second.
"Annie you should be in bed. Ed...ED!"
"No I'm fine. You don't need to-" I was too late. Ed, Jack and the rest of the crew were looking at me as though I could die from being out of bed.
They all prodded and poked me until I was sick to death of it.
"FOR CRYING OUT LOUD IM BLOODY FINE NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!!" I yelled. At this they all backed off as though I had frightened them. I settled on the side of the ship and then noticed Jack was still standing beside me.
He was grinning, as always.
"Not one to be pampered are yea luv?" he chuckled.
"No, I most certainly am not" I joined in his chuckle and he settled himself beside me.
"Missed the sea have ya?" he said while staring at the horizon.
"Aye. Don't know how I coped not living on it before," I said while I also stared at the horizon.
"So where did yea live before?" he frowned at me.
I gulped remembering that he still did not know my past.
"Jack...uh...Cap'n" I corrected myself smiling at his smirk, "If I asked you about your past you wouldn't tell me would ya?"
I had got him. I knew his answer would be no.
"Exactly. What's behind me is behind me...if ya get me drift?" I smiled at him
"Aye I know what your on about luv"
We chuckled some more and until he was called back to the helm. I sat alone holding onto a near by rope for support and gazed out at the sea. Jack puzzled me. He was supposed to be this un-caring non hero pirate who cared of nothing but himself and rum. But this wasn't true, well the rum bit was. I had seen a different side to him. A caring and worried side. If I had written this as though it was a story in a Fanfiction the reviewers would have told me off for portraying him all wrong. I chuckled at this thought but reminded myself that I wasn't supposed to see this as a film. It was real life and I was here experiencing it.
My mind wandered to the black house and the moment in which my mother had died that I had seen during my fever. A sad feeling filled me; I missed my mum so much. All my life I had been with her and now for the first time in my whole life I had been apart from her longer than I had ever been. This would get larger and larger until, I hoped, I would finally forget about her and get on with my new life...that is if I defeat the Big Bad and live to tell the tale.
Life was complicated.
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A/N: Please review!!
Disclaimer: Nope not a sausage...but sausages are nice which is nice I guess.
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Chapter ten: Recovering
It was as though time had stopped altogether. He slowly looked up from his hands, to which he had been staring at, and looked at me as though daring to believe.
"Sorry luv, say it again?" he breathed with a smile creeping over his face.
"Jack?" I said slightly stronger this time.
"Say it again"
"Jack"
He released his tense face into a wide smile and stood up, beads jangling, and ran outside yelling at the top of his voice,
"She's back!! She's back!! Do you hear what I'm sayin Gibbs? She's remembered!"
I smiled as I heard him chuckling and running about and then everyone seemed to burst through the door cramming inside the small, and already untidy, cabin.
That night seemed to be a cause for celebration and everyone could be heard drinking and signing a hearty round of 'Yo ho yo ho a pirates life for me.' Rum was dealt out as though it would never go short and soon the whole crew was drunk.
Everyone except for me that is. I was still ill and they had failed to notice, they had only realised that I would still be alive and be able to fight good old Big Bad. They had been ordered by Ed to leave me to get some peace. Jack had objected to this at first claming that he was Captain Jack Sparrow but finally he gave in and joined the party up on deck.
I lay in my bed feeling terribly ill and slightly jealous that I was not joining in with the celebrations upstairs. The thought of rum was comforting but the thought of food made me want to throw up. Sleep would not take me so I lay mulling over the things that had happened since the battle. I looked down to where the shot had wounded me. It was carefully wrapped in a bandage which looked as though it had been changed recently. Someone had dressed me in clean clothes and I had another bandage wrapped around the sword wound on my belly. I had obviously been well cared for by Ed.
Suddenly the door creaked open. I tried to snap my eyes shut to pretend that I was doing what I had been ordered to do and was sleeping but it was too late, the member of crew knew I was awake. I waited until my eyes cleared and then gasped at who had just entered the cabin.
Anamaria came over to my bed and went to sit down, then thought better of it and stood up. She took in a deep breath and flicked her hair slightly. She was the only member of the crew who had not come to see me or start to rejoice over the matter. I didn't expect her to, I thought she might come and tell me she was disappointed that I hadn't died instead. And obviously I was right. But when she opened her mouth she had an apologetic look in her eyes.
"Annie...I...I wanted to say that I'm sorry for how I have behaved since yea have joined us," she stopped and I looked at her in complete disbelief, "The truth is...I didn't believe that you were the Magpie we were looking for but these last few weeks..." she stopped again trying to find the right words.
"You know Jack hasn't left your side? He's never done that before and the crew was getting' worried about him. He even...went off his rum" she said in a low whisper.
I stared at her. Jack went off his rum?!?! Surely not! She was lying!!! But then again...why would anyone lie about such a serious matter?
"I know! Believe me we thought the world was going to end! Jack has drunk rum every single day I've known him. So I knew there was somethin' special bout ya."
"Wish I wasn't the Magpie though" I whispered, more to myself than to her.
"What?" she enquired.
"Nothin'" said I.
Suddenly the door opened and in came Jack swaying dangerously and smelling richly of far too much rum.
"Sup luvs?" he slurred, "Ed said we wer' t' leave er' t' rest".
"Aye cap'n" Anamaria stood up, "That means you too though"
"I'm goin' ta bed' luv" he grinned, hiccuping slightly as he slurred it, then he approached the hammock which I usually slept in. Slowly he tried to pull himself into it but fell to the floor.
Anamaria, seeing that I certainly couldn't help him, approached the captain who was waving his arms about trying to get up. She tugged on his arm and threw him into the hammock despite his protests that he was Captain Jack Sparrow and did not need help.
Finally, Jack snuggled and snoring loudly in the hammock, Anamaria left the room. I was left to entertain myself until the sounds of the loud snores decreased.
It took about two hours until the snores stopped and I rolled over to embrace the sleep I so desperately wanted. It came, cold and harsh.
The building was there again and I took the same path up to the door being pulled slowly even though every fibre of my being wanted to prevent it. I was stood at the door again and it flung open to reveal a large hallway with a grand stairway covered in cobwebs and dust. I was being pulled up them and to the left. Suddenly a noise behind me, the creak of a stair, made me wake screaming.
I sat up in bed panting with sweat soaking the pillow. Jack came rushing in from the outside.
"What is it luv??" he said looking worried.
"Nothing" I looked away from him desperately trying to remember the dream.
That day I was left in bed again but nearer the late afternoon I felt stronger and desperately wanted to get out into the sea mist which I missed so dearly. Slowly I pulled myself out of bed and staggered to my feet. The shot wound stung but I ignored it and approached the door.
The sunlight fell on my face warming it to the bone. A sea mist whipped up in my face and I took a deep breath in savouring the moment. The sky was cloudless and such a deep colour of blue that I thought it was more beautiful than the sea. But only for one fleeting moment, the sea was where I belonged now. I could never go back to living on land. It wasn't exciting enough.
I staggered over to the side and it was then that my presence was noticed. Gibbs ran up to me and put an arm on my shoulder as though I was going to faint any second.
"Annie you should be in bed. Ed...ED!"
"No I'm fine. You don't need to-" I was too late. Ed, Jack and the rest of the crew were looking at me as though I could die from being out of bed.
They all prodded and poked me until I was sick to death of it.
"FOR CRYING OUT LOUD IM BLOODY FINE NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!!" I yelled. At this they all backed off as though I had frightened them. I settled on the side of the ship and then noticed Jack was still standing beside me.
He was grinning, as always.
"Not one to be pampered are yea luv?" he chuckled.
"No, I most certainly am not" I joined in his chuckle and he settled himself beside me.
"Missed the sea have ya?" he said while staring at the horizon.
"Aye. Don't know how I coped not living on it before," I said while I also stared at the horizon.
"So where did yea live before?" he frowned at me.
I gulped remembering that he still did not know my past.
"Jack...uh...Cap'n" I corrected myself smiling at his smirk, "If I asked you about your past you wouldn't tell me would ya?"
I had got him. I knew his answer would be no.
"Exactly. What's behind me is behind me...if ya get me drift?" I smiled at him
"Aye I know what your on about luv"
We chuckled some more and until he was called back to the helm. I sat alone holding onto a near by rope for support and gazed out at the sea. Jack puzzled me. He was supposed to be this un-caring non hero pirate who cared of nothing but himself and rum. But this wasn't true, well the rum bit was. I had seen a different side to him. A caring and worried side. If I had written this as though it was a story in a Fanfiction the reviewers would have told me off for portraying him all wrong. I chuckled at this thought but reminded myself that I wasn't supposed to see this as a film. It was real life and I was here experiencing it.
My mind wandered to the black house and the moment in which my mother had died that I had seen during my fever. A sad feeling filled me; I missed my mum so much. All my life I had been with her and now for the first time in my whole life I had been apart from her longer than I had ever been. This would get larger and larger until, I hoped, I would finally forget about her and get on with my new life...that is if I defeat the Big Bad and live to tell the tale.
Life was complicated.
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A/N: Please review!!