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Contains slight language.

Please Reveiw! I'm dying to know what everyone things. P.S. Dead Man's Chest is FANTASTIC!

Chapter 6

Charity awoke lying in the dirt, the sun in her eyes. "Where am I?" She muttered. Pirates moving around her casually. "Where's Jack?" She said quietly. Charity spotted Captain Vane shouting orders.

"Ah, she's awake!" He called to the other pirates who all stopped what they were doing to gather around them.

"Where is he?" Charity asked calmly. Vane's face went from a stern frown to a guilty grin. "Where is he! What've you savages done to 'im?" Vane did nothing but let out a cruel chuckle to which his crew responded. "Show me to Jack or so help me God I will kill you all with my bear hands!" Charity hit Captain Vane's chest.

"No need to shout Missy. Your beloved Jack is awaiting a proper funeral. We thought you might like to attend? We also thought he might like a burial at sea." He laughed.

"He's not my beloved," She looked at the floor, if he was actually dead, she had missed her chance for a... beloved. "and if it be that he's awaiting his funeral, at least let me say my goodbyes. Where is he?" She looked at him strongly in the face and took a quick inhale.

"He's in there deary." Vane pointed to a small building. "Have fun!" He waved after her.

Charity closed the door sharply behind her. She approached a table, on top lay a body, sheathed in a sheet. Slowly, she took a deep breath and pulled the sheet down to reveal his face, calm and silent. She kneeled down next to him and placed her hand on his. "Jack?" She smiled, somehow telling herself this was all a joke. That any second his eyes would pop open and he'd laugh at her being so pathetic. "Jack, come on, wake up." She sat quietly looking over him. "Jack. I know you're here. I know you're listening." Charity bit her lip, she didn't cry the day she killed her husband, and she wouldn't cry now. "Jack! Stop screwing around! Dammit, you can't do this! You can't leave me here alone like this." She shrieked, surprising herself. "I need you, I can't... I can't do this alone." Charity clamped her eyes shut hard, trying to fight the tears back.

"God, I don't pray, I never have, but if I could ask you for one thing... spare him, at least for now. I think we both know I can't do this alone... amen." She wiped back tears with her sleeve and touched her hand to Jack's torso.

"Ah!" Charity's eyes widened to see Jack grab at where she'd laid her hand.

"Jack! Impossible!" She grasped him tightly in a hug.

"Gently!" Jack yelped.

"Sorry, what happened?" She pulled the sheet back. Jack had a bullet wound in his side.

"Oh, well, that's not good." He winced. "Well, help me up, not doin' us a lot of good sittin' around 'ere." Jack tried to prop himself up on his elbows.

"No, Jack you have to let me remove it. It'll get infected." She found they were in a sort of hospital or makeshift morgue. She quickly found tools and cleaning alcohol. "Now, hold still." Charity looked intently at the wound in the dim light. Jack closed his eyes and clenched his fists. She carefully grabbed hold of the bullet and slowly tugged.

"Ow! Stop!" Jack griped and kicked a bit.

"Unless you want gang green I think you should let me continue." Charity stated without taking her eyes off of the work. She removed the bullet and grabbed the alcohol, grabbing the sheet she poured alcohol onto it and touched it to Jack's wound.

"AH! Bloody-" The door burst open and there stood Kidd. "Commodore! What're you doing 'ere?" Jack stood up leaning on Charity's shoulder.

"Well, I tried to warn you, but you're dafter than a bucket of sea urchins. Come on we have the ship waiting." Charity handed Jack off to some larger men and boarded the ship.