A/N: I really need to update more often. And for anyone that reads my sister's fanfictions her computer crashed so she might have lost the chapters where as she probably won't be updating anytime soon.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates but I own my OC's.
Emma was leaning on the rail of the HMS Bounty (a/n: The ship with the mutineers and stuff. And yeah, I don't own it.), the ship that she and Jack had commandeered. She gazed at the sunset that was painted across the sky. All of the different shades of reds, pinks, oranges, yellows, and gold. It would have been one of the most beautiful that she would ever see if she didn't feel so shitty. She could tell that her brother was worried about her but there was nothing she could do to help him, let alone help herself.
She sighed and glanced at Jack. He looked like he was lost in his own world. That world was normally a happy place where he reminisced on his happy memories, she could see it on his face. He would smile and look out at the horizon, but not today. Today, his mouth was in a thin line and his dark eyes didn't have that mischievous sparkle in them. He was kind of pale and he was musing on something of which Emma didn't know. It wasn't fair that he had to suffer as well.
She turned back to the sky. The sun had set and the stars were scattered across it once more. They didn't seem as bright to her as they normally did though. She reached up and took hold of a necklace that Jack had given to her for her thirteenth birthday. It was made of black rosemary beads and had a silver circle pendant with a sparrow flying over the ocean in front of a sunset on it. She sighed again. She wanted to get off of the ride that she was on but she knew that she wouldn't be able to. She was trapped. She was being held captive in her own mind but there was no way to escape from it. There was no way to escape from herself.
Jack turned the wheel slightly to the left as he closed his compass slowly. He cursed the fact that it would take three days to get to Tia Dalma's shack. He hoped that she could help him, them, Emma. He could care less about what happened to him as long as his sister was alright. Besides, she was the one that needed the most help between the two of them.
He wondered what Tia Dalma could do for her? Would she even be able to help her? Yes, she had too. He looked at the girl. She looked horrible. She was pale, she didn't have that devilish twinkle in her eyes, her mouth was set in a straight line, and her hair was hanging in her eyes, swaying slightly with the wind. She looked absolutely miserable. He wanted to just sweep her up in his arms and tell her that everything's going to be alright but he knew that he couldn't. He'd be lying to her and himself and they'd both know it.
He noticed her sigh for the third time then turn and climb the steps to the helm. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. She leaned into him and squeezed her eyes shut as if she were trying to become invisible. He rubbed her back absentmindedly as he rested his chin on her head.
"Jack, where are we going?" she asked quietly while slowly opening her dark eyes.
"You'll see, Emilia. You'll see." Jack said. He decided that he would call her by her full name instead of just Emma and she didn't seem to mind or she was just too tired and depressed to care. Suddenly the siblings heard something like an elephant in a china shop. They looked at each other wearing identical facial expressions. Their eyebrows were raised and their eyes glistened with curiosity and wonder, though it wasn't even close to what would have been there before. Slowly Emma pulled away from her brother and glided down the stairs to the upper deck. Jack could see her pull out her cutlass then round the corner. He knew that it should be him wandering around looking for what ever had made that noise. What if she got hurt or… he didn't even want to think about the other possibility. He looked back and forth between where Emma had disappeared and the horizon. Emma or the ship? His baby sister or a ship that they commandeered? The decision wasn't that hard to make. He grabbed a rope that he found on the deck and tied it to the wheel and the rail then he ran after Emma.
Emma silently crept down the stairs. She didn't know what to expect but it was something to get her mind off of the recent events, she hoped. She stopped and took out her cutlass just in case she needed it. She sighed then turned the corner and went down the stairs to the lower decks.
She took the lantern off of the wall and lit it. There were two paths to choose, left or right. She chose left. For some odd reason she always did. The only sound that Emma could hear was the clunk of her boots on the wooden floor. She turned another corner and ended up in a room which looked like it was the crew's quarters. She walked to the middle of it and spun around. She knew that she wasn't alone. "Who's there?! I know you're in here!" she yelled, all signs of depression gone. Suddenly she heard something behind her like someone was trying to sneak out of the room. She quickly turned around and put her sword at the intruder's neck. It was a girl that seemed to be around thirteen. Her black skin was covered with filth and blood. She looked miserable, like she had just escaped from slavery. She was wearing rags and Emma could tell that her hand was bleeding, badly.
She lowered her weapon to her side as well as the lantern. Emma noticed that the girl hadn't gotten a good look at her. Her eyes were locked on the cutlass and a sneer was plastered on her face. "What are ye doing here?" Emma demanded. She always was good at being in charge.
"What are you?" the girl finally looked away from the sword. "I've had enough of slavery. Just kill me instead of making me do your dirty work." Her eyes were ablaze and her hands were clenched into fists.
Emma softened as she spoke again, "I hate slavery. I'd never make ye a slave. Why don't ye come with me and I can help ye clean up. You look bloody awful, mate." She flashed the girl a sympathetic smile. The former slave's eyes remained cold. This was apparently going to be harder than Emma had thought.
A/N: Yay!! An update!!! Please review!