A/N: Wow, I haven't updated since February.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates, but I own my OC's.
Both Kara and Jack stood up. Jack's bandana seemed to be the only semi-bright thing around, save for the candles flickering in the windows of houses as citizens got ready for work. He looked at his sister who had walked to the edge of the hill once more. She seemed so lost and depressed, this wasn't like her at all. Before, almost nothing could get her down, she would make light of the worst situations, even after she'd been beaten, or when their so called father came home drunk. This wasn't the Emma who would run around the house and town chasing after Jack, this wasn't the outgoing girl that he knew and loved. This was just a shadow of her, a phantom, a ghost.
He sighed deeply and told himself that she'd be alright later on today or tomorrow. She'd make it through this, they both would. But he knew that it was a lie. It would be much longer before things even started to get better but the wounds would never fully heal. There would always be scars and gashes. There would always be times when they would be bleeding on the inside and crying on the out. (a/n: I know, it's from Runaway Love and I don't own it) The siblings both knew that their lives would never be the same.
Jack meandered up to his little sister, "We should get going now." She didn't speak but she nodded her head then silently, headed down the hill towards the town. Jack felt his heart shatter and what little bit of hope that he had left vanish. He remembered a poem that his mother had written before she died. He presumed that she had written it about Tim, he refused to call the bastard his father, after his death but he didn't know why she'd want to. He thought that it described Emma though. He changed "he" to "she" and ended up with this.
I was laughing because she was laughing
I was crying because she was crying
I was dying because she was dead
She wasn't dead physically, no, but her soul was. She was lost, the sparrow had flown away, whether it was for good or just until someone found it, he didn't know. Without her, he was dying as well. She had been the only person who had kept him from going mad so many years ago. All the times that they're father would come home drunk and he'd beat their mother, after all of their fights, and when they went to school. They never fit in. The other kids' families were rich and they wore expensive clothing while Emma, Jack, and their mother had to work hard to survive. The siblings dressed in sailor and pirates' garb instead of dresses and coats with weird looking ruffles at the end of the sleeves and collar. They couldn't afford it but even if they could, they wouldn't wear it.
Emma hated dresses and tea and the things that girls her age would normally like. She liked sword fighting with Jack, shooting glass bottles off of far away tables, adventures, and sailing. As for Jack, he wanted to be a pirate. It had taken a long time for him to admit it to himself and no one else knew. He just loved how pirates were free to do what they wanted, when they wanted. If they wanted to raid someone or somewhere or get drunk they wouldn't even have to think about it, they'd just do it.
Jack faintly heard his name and he ran after Emma who was at the bottom of the hill. Once Jack got close to her, she started to sort of glide towards the town, the ends of her bandana and her hair seemed to get tangled as they billowed out behind her. Jack ran after the girl and tried to catch up to her but he couldn't until she came to a stop on the outskirts of town. She turned around and looked at him, as if to ask for permission to go on. Jack nodded his head and they both slipped into the shadows.
The siblings crept past the many shops and houses that lined the street. They were lucky because there was only three other people outside of their houses. There was Jacob Patterson, the baker, Chris Martensson, and Michael Johansen who were just trying to steal whatever they could get their hands on before the sun rose fully and everyone was awake. Surprisingly, all three of them still looked half asleep. They were always lively in the morning. Jack decided to let it go because it wasn't his problem.
They made it to the docks about fifteen minutes later. They looked around at the boats and ships. There was a wide variety to choose from. They ended up choosing a light frigate and they were off with the morning tide. Jack had an idea, but he only hoped that the person would be willing to help him.
A/N: Well there you go! What's Jack's idea? Well, you'll have to keep reading to find out. Please review!