Yeah I remembered to update! -claps then looks around to see no one else clapping- Ahem, nevermind. Just read and review as usual. 'Cause I know you'll all review like you always do. -sarcastic-
Disclaimer- パイレーツ・オブ・カリビアンは私に属していません (Pirates of the Caribbean does not belong to me) -How awesome is that! Gotta love Japanese! 愛 And yes I have a thing for different languages, as you have probably been able to tell from the last fic.
-coughs- Pardon me, very hyper today. School's out and you have no idea how overjoyed I am.
Ch 3 Unknown Sickness
Hesitant at first, Jack looked down at the ill girl and thought of how he was to undress her. He laid his hands on her shoulder and gently shook her first, which caused her to stir. She opened her eyes wearily and blinked away the sleep, her face pain-stricken.
"What's the matter?' she asked feebly, sensing Jack's uneasiness. She tried to sit up but cried out as a numbing pain shot through her body and up her spine. Victoria lay on her stomach, clutching the bedclothes in her fist and clenching her jaw as Jack started to take her shirt off. "What are you doing?" She bit down hard as the tears started to trail down her cheeks.
"Checking to see if you have any cuts or the sort-" He lifted it to her shoulder blades and then stopped abruptly, eyes wide with what lay before him. Her back was a bloody mess, with shining red liquid oozing out of her skin and running down her sides. It pooled on the bed around her, staining the white linen a deep brown-red. Jack pulled the shirt as lightly as he could over her head, seeing that she had passed out again. Like the sheets, her blood defiled the cloth, and Jack wondered how he or Tia could have missed it. He quickly tossed it aside and removed the damp rag on her forehead. He began to blot her back, frequently rinsing it in the bowl of water. Every so often he would brush the rag over her spine, and heard Victoria stifle a sob and writhe beneath him. Squinting his eyes, he carefully examined where the source of the blood was coming from, noticing a slash at the base of her neck. Jack's eyes went wide with shock as he saw the word Revenge clearly cut into her skin, ending right above her buttocks.
Evidently it was a wound, a large one in fact, but it did not seem to be infected. Nonetheless, he stood up and went to the door.
"Tia," he called, "I found something that might be of interest to you."
As if all one person, Tia, Elizabeth and Will pushed their way into the cabin. Elizabeth was the first to speak, and the first to have to sit down.
"How did that happen!" she exclaimed, steadying herself with the arm of a nearby chair. Her eyes were locked on the soiled, blood-soaked sheets and the raised scars on her back. Elizabeth's face grew green as she watched the sanguine liquid drip down Victoria's sides, despite Jack's constant blotting. Will too had a nauseated looked on his face, and expressed his thoughts solely through his facial expressions.
Tia instinctively began to study the scars, mumbling and arguing with herself under her breath. She traced the letters with her ebony fingertips, carefully feeling the marks down her back. She stopped halfway to wipe her fingers, which were coated in Victoria's blood, and then continued her inspection. She was engrossed in the scars, seeming almost to be in a trace as her dark skin came in contact with the girl's light flesh. Tia was so absorbed that she had not felt Victoria begin to rouse.
"Wh - What's wrong?" she stammered, cognizant of everyone flocked around her with grim stares. The only feedback she received was a disquieted glance from Elizabeth. Jack hovered over Tia's shoulder while she worked, who was still oblivious to the fact that Victoria had awoken.
As Victoria tried to move herself to get a better look at the voodoo priestess, she felt immense pain in her back, followed by the gush of profuse bleeding. Dizziness clouded her mind, caused probably from the great amount of blood loss. She could hear the scrape of a chair leg on the wooden floor, like it was being pulled back rather quickly, along with Jack's deep, bellowing voice. Her mind slipped in and out of focus, comprehending half of what was going on in the room. A voice in the corner of her brain sounded, weak at first but chanting with growing strength. The surroundings were blocked out by the mystifying echo of being underwater, and somewhere in the distance of her mind she heard shrill screams, their words fathomless. The baleful hymn overtook her mind but no matter how hard she tried to listen to what it said, it was incomprehensible. Her body became numb to any pain being inflicted on her pleading being, along with the blackening and loss of her vision. Slowly she slipped away, and although she physically felt nothing, there was something that told her it was her end... Something indefinite, miles and miles away, controlling her like a puppet and whisking away her soul in a matter of seconds...
//Amazing how short a chapter looks without any dialogue... I really find that quite strange...hmmm... -ponders while you review-//