Chapter 2: Lies and Secrets
Hector awoke to a sinking feeling in his stomach and his head was banging. He had drunk far too much the night before.
There was some thing he should have done though… he thought to himself… some thing he had forgotten… lord he hungry… what had he forgotten?
DINNER!
Helen had been cooking for him. She had had news. It was meant to be special, he thought too himself as her words came back to him.
In other words she was going to kill him.
Getting up and dressed quickly in his cabin he sighed. He wondered if she would tell him now. Probably not knowing her.
Getting up on board he sighed again.
Blacks clouds filled the sky … it was not going to be a good day.
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Helen felt disgusted with her self. No matter how long Hector had been gone before she had n ever betrayed him.
Now when he had been on the island she had...And she had done it with his superior. His captain.
She went in to the kitchen leaving Jack on the bed and the tears of frustration begun in her eyes.
She was so stupid at times and she hated her self for it, she truly did. She'd never forgive herself.
Hector why didn't you come? If he had only come then it would never have happened.
And why had she been so obsessed that every thing had to be just right when she told him he was going to be a father. No matter when he had got the news he probably would have been horrified, she said to herself.
"Come on darling?" she heard a voice behind her. "Surely I wasn't that bad!" Jack said to her.
"I feel repulsed." She said to him emotionally.
"Well don't hold back will ye love?" he said to her. "Any chance of a brew." He asked.
"Just go." She ordered him. "This is my house not your ship, you have to do as I say." She started wilfully.
"As you wish madam but can I just ask one thing?" he said to her. "And then I swear I will go!"
"What?" she said to him shortly.
"What is this huge news you had to tell your beloved Hector last night?" he asked mockingly she felt.
"That's right, he is my beloved. And why you think I would tell you any thing about us I don't know," she said to him viscously.
"Because you slept with me last night."
It was a sharp cruel reminded. Jack she knew was not a bad man. And last night… well it had taken two to tango.
But every thing was confusing in that moment. And much the way she had unexpected responded to his kiss last night she blurted her news out, when she hadn't even meant too.
"I am with child." She said to him.
Jack smirked. Well there was a piece of leverage he wasn't expecting.
"Well good day my lady." He said to her, picking his hat off the kitchen table befor4e walking out of the kitchen to the living area where the door was. She didn't watch him go.
Running a hand through her hair she considered her next move. Did she tell Hector what she had done? There really was a part of that would feel better for it.
That part of her was her heart. If she did though she may lose him forever, and that thought hurt her more than anything else in the world ever could.
Her entire body had begun shaking with anger towards herself. She had been such a fool. He had been all she had had these past few years. The only one for her…Hector was still the only one for her.
"God forgive me." She said out loud, lord knows she needed forgiveness.
The next thing on her agenda was to have a wash. She had to clean herself of Jack.
The previous night had certainly been an experience. One she wasn't sure she wanted again, in fact one she knew she didn't.
In no way was Hector what you would call a gentle lover, but with that loving he had skill. He knew a thing or two about serving women. It only stood to reason. He had had many before they had met.
Jack…he had been so clumsy. The rum sodden pirate had hardly pleasured her. Ever since she had met him she had found him lacking in charm and wit whilst Hector had ever oozed it.
She didn't know why she hadn't suspected they would be so different in the bedroom too. Maybe it was because Hector had been all she had ever known. She had given him some thing she could never take back when she had given up her virginity to him. He was the first. She hoped he was her last.
About thirty seconds after she had heard Jack shut the door behind himself she heard it open again.
"Oh go away!" she yelled at the door. She didn't want to see any one.
"No." the response was blunt, and spoken by a hurt, angry voice.
A voice she knew only too well.
"Hector." She said as she went out to him. She was about to launch in to the big 'I am' speech when he got there first.
"Why Helen?" he asked his eyes blazing with a dangerous hate for ….her?
It was then that the truth daunted on her. He must have seen Jack coming out the house. In other words, he knew every thing. He knew she had been unfaithful.
"Oh god." she said to him. "Hector…."
"Come on Helen. I am waiting!" he said to her quite calmly.
Her tears ducks welled up again as she sat down.
"Why didn't you come?" she asked him as her voice cracked with emotion.
"I think you are going to find I asked a question first!" he said to her. "Yer should answer it….ANSWER!" he boomed at her.
The fun loving gentle Hector of the past was gone as she looked at him in that moment. Nothing of the man she had known since they had met.
"Please just calm down we can talk about this. It meant nothing." she said to him.
"What meant nothing?" he asked her. He had to hear her say it.
"What do you mean what meant nothing. You saw Jack. You know what we did last night, your no fool my love – you know I've betrayed you."
"Yes. Yes you have Helen. And you know what? I don't think I really care if I ever see you again now." He told her. His face lit up with pleasure as hers crumbled. To know he had hurt her as much as she had hurt him. There was just one big difference between the two of them. That was her could hide his emotions. "I am no longer your love." He said to her.
She was utterly destroyed by now. He knew in the depth of his hearts that hers was broken just as much as his was. Maybe it had been rum induced. Maybe not, he didn't know. But no longer did he care to find out.
When they had got together, he had always said when the time came to let his little Helen he would. And now the time had come.
"Good bye ter yer…. Whore." He said unable to resist one last snipe at her.
"I am not a whore," he heard defiant cry from behind her as he went to leave her home. "All I have ever done is love you Hector. I still love you…"
He turned on his heal to steal one last glance of her.
She sat on the floor tears trickling from her eyes, her hair scraggy as it hung down by her shoulders. He didn't think she had ever been so beautiful.
"Good bye ter yer…Helen." He said.
He turned and walked out. Again she called for him. But this time he didn't go back. He wouldn't go back.
But she decided in that moment not to let go so easily. They had some thing good. He wasn't just her lover. He had always since the day they had meant, been her very best fried. She was going to be damned if she didn't fight for him, for them. For their love. They had been together through to much for her to let go so easily.
Dressing her self in a hurry she was desperate to get to the dock. She had to win him back. He was the one good thing in her life.
She refused to let him go.
Running as fast as she could when she was ready she easily located the Pearl where she had found it the day before.
Had it really just been yesterday when he had took her in to his arms, kissed her and told her how good it was to see her? Yesterday when he had loved her so much…
"Hector!" she called out for him.
He had been just about to board the ship with the other ship mates. She didn't understand how and why he could get on there with Sparrow when he was punishing her so much but she didn't really care either. All she knew was she had to get him back. She belonged with him, and he with her.
"Please don't leave me." She said to him, as he strode towards her.
"Why have you come?" he spat angrily at her.
"Because what ever last night was, what ever went on it isn't worth throwing every thing we have together away. Hector he means nothing to me, I know you know that. I love you. You're everything to me." She said to him.
"No." he said to her. "It is over Helen. " he said and turned to go back on to the ship but she wasn't given up on him with out a fight.
"What do you want me to do Hector. Do you want me to get down on my knees and beg for you, to stay to forgive me? I will." She said and she did.
There he stood, her before him, her hands clutching each other to stop them shaking, desperate for him to love her once more. Desperate for his mercy.
But there was no chance she thought to herself. He would show her no compassion and she knew it. She had betrayed him.
"Look at yourself. Yer an embarrassment Helen." He said to her.
"Please, won't you just hear my news for you?" she begged him desperately, as she tried to grab him.
"I don't care Helen. HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY I DON'T CARE ANY MORE?"
It was then that he did the one thing she thought he never would, or him for that matter. Not to her. Not to his Helen.
With one swift blow with his hand, he knocked her down so she was just like she had been back at the house. Crumpled… defeated by him. After so many arguments, so many battles he smiled.
He had won he war.
"I never want to see your face, or hear your voice again." He said to her seriously. Then he turned and went aboard. He had plans for the captain that voyage. He had to see them through. He had punished Helen. She had been right in one thing. It was time he got his own back on Jack too.
Why hadn't he just been able to leave him and Helen be? They had been happy together.
Bootstrap Bill Turner had been watching all of this and he of all the crew members felt a strange compassion for the woman.
She wasn't that old. Probably hadn't seen that much of the world. And now the man she had ever loved had left her totally humiliated.
His posting was on the upper deck that day and as much as he wanted to go and help he could not. They had to be off in a while. Every one had to be ready to go at the captains say so.
The poor thing lay on the wooden dock, shell shocked people walking about her, no one bothering to pick her up. It was as if to so many she wasn't there.
She just lay there like a widow who had been told her husband had been claimed by Davy Jones and he would never see her again. Never caress her again.
"Poor child." He muttered to Gibbs as they looked at her.
"Stupid girl." He commented.
She had had it all and then she had thrown it away.
"I know. But can't help but pity her." Bill said.
"No. Me neither."
Helen lay there till the Pearl was gone. Never before had she heard nothing but such a defending silence. There were so many thoughts in her head.
The thought Hector had hit her. The thought he was gone. The thought he no longer loved her at all.
"But I am having our baby." She whispered to the wind. Then she commenced sobbing her heart out.
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"Yer see that bit of land over there 'captain'?"
Barbossa was going to enjoy this. He had planned it. He had informed the crew what was going to happen. And now he was carrying through with the mutiny. He didn't care that it was wrong. All he knew was there was only one thing that he could take from Jack that would hurt him as much as it had hurt him when the captain had taken Helen. And that was his ship.
"Aye I do," said Jack trying to keep his happy go lucky façade.
"How would yer like ter see it a bit closer, if yer understand what I am saying?" Said Barbossa to him and Jack begun the laughing.
Lulling him in to a false sense of security Barbossa begun laughing to and the crew followed his lead.
That unnerved Jack. Had they really taken him as their new captain?
"I don't think I do." He said to him.
"Then why don't explain it ter yer a bit clearer." He suggested. "Walk the plank."
It was then that all the crew members drew there swords. He was going to have to go to save his life it seemed. He had no choice.
"The deepest circle of hell is reserved for mutineers and betrayers gentleman." Jack reminded them.
"Then I guess we are all going ter see yer there." said Barbossa.
"Oh Barbossa so this is about the girl." Smirked Jack.
"No. this is just politics. This is nothing personal." He lied. "Just me and gents don't feel your been doing yer job right properly, ent they right!" he said to them and there was a cheer from them all.
All except one.
Bootstrap.
"This is wrong." He muttered to the crew men beside him, but they did not see it this way.
"Since I am such a good captain, or I will be." Said Barbossa to Jack "I am going to leave yer with one pistol." He said to him. "I'll be honouring the code." He said to him as he gave him a single shot.
"Good luck ter yer Sparrow. Yer'll be needing it." he told him. "Now walk the plank."
"One minute, here, hold up here Barbossa. What if I knew some thing? Some thing yer might be interested in.!" he said to him.
"Like what?"£
"Like what yer surprise from Helen would have been," he said trying to save his own skin.
"I no longer care. Not get off my ship." He said as he walked angrily towards him taking up the spot where Jack had been standing and making him go to the plank. By this time tomorrow captain Jack Sparrow would be forgotten. He would hopefully be dead.
Bill tried to get to his captain in that moment. But there was no way to save Jack; the game was up fir the pirate Lord.
Barbossa would pay for this, he thought to himself. Just the way he would pay for humiliating that girl.
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Over time Helen had had to come to terms that Hector was never going to be coming back to her.
As the days passed, no longer did she go to the dock to look for him. No longer did she keep hope in her soul. It was over.
She had been so besotted by him and it took her as long time to get over him. He had been one of the only people she had ever let in to her heart. And he had abused it. But she guessed that worked both ways when she had slept with his best friend. She had abused him and his trust just as badly as he had her.
After she had got up of that dock and she had got home and she had cried till there was no tears left, she had looked to the future.
The future with her baby.
Even if she did on longer have its father then she was going to have her baby. She didn't want to be alone. If she had their bay, Hector would always be close to her.
Helen had a few friends, and one extra special one called Emily. She proved herself very loyal to Helen over the pregnancy.
Poor Emily had to endure so much from Helen from her dangerous moods to her moments of great despair.
But more than any thing she saw Helen grew from a girl to a woman. Her hand was for ever caressing her stomach, which was rather large by the seventh month of her pregnancy.
"Oh I can not wait till the baby comes," said Helen one day.
"No, neither can I, it'll be beautiful" agreed Emily.
"I hope for a boy." She admitted to her best friend. "I hope for him to be every inch his father's son. For him to be honourable." She said.
"I don't think his father is that honourable. If he was then he would be here with you, his child's mother helping her through her pregnancy." She said as they sat down for a cup if tea.
"I don't think I blame him. None of this is Hectors fault. He is a good man. He doesn't even no about the baby. I just was never good enough for him, I see that now." she said to her.
"He is a pirate my friend. Forgive me for thinking it is the other way round." She said.
"No I will not." Said Helen furiously. "None of this was his fault."
"Helen he hit you."
"With good reason. I will hear no words against Hector. The way when he left was a bad one. He may yet return."
But Emily could tell by the sadness in her friends eyes she did not believe he was going to be returning to see her or the child she was about to have ever again. Helen was utterly alone. But she soon wouldn't be.
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When the child come Helen was thrilled to realise it was not just one child she was going to have. It was two.
She had twins. She had a boy and a girl.
They were christened by their mother Hector and Jane, and she prayed they would have more luck in life and love than she had; though mostly it had been her own foolish mistakes that had lead her down such a path.
If only she had not kissed Jack back. Then so much could have been different. But she had and she had no time to dwell on it now. She had children to raise.
Often she wondered what their father would have made of them. Would he want his son to be a pirate? Of course hew would.
And would he want his daughter to be his little girl who saw him as a hero? Again, of course he would.
There was a rare loving side, not many people saw to Hector. She was sure if only he could see them, the children of Hector Barbossa would worm there way in to his affections and his heart.
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