Authors Note:
As usual thank you too all my reviewers, by the by I noticed that chapter 10 appears twice, one is chapter 10 the other is chapter 11,… the one that comes after chapter 10… but I'm sure that you all figured that out.
Any way, I have a note for a certain Nick and Rebecca, you know who you are, that "my 17th century witch doctor who performs abortions with a pill" will be mentioned in this chapter so you two can go and…be mean :P.. HA! Which is actually a note to all you out there, there will be references to abortion and such forth, I want to make it clear that these are not my own opinions and so on so forth.
Right. Again, those who review, are so great! And I really do appreciate for what you guys say, and I will take into account the suggests that have been made. Thank you!
DISCLAIMER: That god-foresaken un-dead monkey is not even mine! I so own nothing of this fantastic movie…so you don't have to go and rub it in ok! …runs off crying
Chapter 15- I'm Bound
The streets of Tortuga were crowded with drunken bouts and whore's as was usual. However Jack was not as usual comforted by the freedom that this un-usual community showed. It used to warm his heart, although scare him, every time he came here, Tortuga was definitely the only piece of land that he would more than happily return to.
Well it used to be.
But this visit to his favorite civilization was marred by a dark cloud, a brooding trouble that was making him feel sick down to his gut. The whores as usual were throwing themselves at him but he ignored their sweet and teasing caresses and pressed on through the streets, far enough behind Lizzie that she couldn't see him, but close enough that he could keep a track on her.
More than once since leaving the dock he had lost her, but spotted her leaving some shop or another. This puzzled him at first but he quickly figured it out by looking at the names of the shops that she left. She was asking for directions, for a place where she could rid herself of their child.
This thought was still veil to Jack. It was like a rot eating away at his gut, fueled by anger and betrayal. This rage was clouding his sight, but he didn't care, he was so sure at what Lizzie was doing, he believed that clear sight was not necessary, nor did he need it. His knowledge was infallible, there were no holes. There was no other explanation for Lizzies actions, no other possible course for her to take. If she were concidering keeping the child she would have told him already, would be rejoicing with the conception of this miracle.
Jack recoiled slightly from his own thoughts. It still shocked him to hear himself being so protective of a child that was not even born. It wasn't long before when the thought of being a father would of sent him into a fit of laughter. Jack Sparrow. A father? It was a matter that any man who knew Jack would laugh at. So why was he so determined to stop and rebute Lizzie for her actions.
Because he loved Lizzie.
And what better way to show that love than by consummating it through the birth of a child made of both of them?
He shook himself out of his contemplations and searched for Lizzie among the fighting, drunken men. As he went further into Tortuga more and more bar fights were spilling out onto the streets. This scene used to amuse him greatly, but now it was just a hinderance, at least it was hindering Lizzie in her progress as well.
But what was Jack going to do once he found out where she was going? Burst in there and demand that she explain herself? Maybe he could listen to their conversation first, and then stop her. He doubted that the woman would perform the abortion straight away. From what he had heard, they would give the woman drugs of some sort to take later on at their own speed. Perphaps Jack could confront Lizzie when he caught her about to take the drugs.
That sounded like a solid plan to Jack.
Ilovejack, ilovejack, ilovejack
Lizzie sidestepped and leapt her way through and over all the bodies that were strewn in her path. It had taken her a while to find out where there was a midwife in the town, in these part they were not used often, at least not for these purposes. Apparently in Tortuga you didn't need a mid-wife to tell you that you were pregnant.
That made sense, in a weird way to Lizzie. After all the island was full of prostitutes and whores, it was doubtless that there would be pregnancies all the time, and therefore one would be used to the signs of pregnancy and if one was new to it, she would have many friends who could tell her without having to make an appointment with the mid-wife.
Lizzie had originally been annoyed that the normal doctors, if doctors is what you called them, would not perform such a simple action for her. Surely they knew the signs of pregnancy. At least the doctors back at Port Royal would perform all the services to male and female. This town was definitely backward in it's thinking if men and women had to see different doctors for different ailments.
Not that pregnancy was a disease that had to be cured or tended.
Lizzie dashed down into an alley to avoid another drunken dispute which had come dangerously close to her. Although she was rather impressed with her newly honed reflexes, that she could agily dodge and duck flying bottles, chairs, mis laid pieces of wood and anything else the pirates could get their hands on. She hadn't been hit yet, and she didn't want to put that down to simple luck.
While she was in here, she thought that she may as well rest. She had been walking for quite some time and for reasons she'd rather not think about she was tired. Sighing she plopped herself onto an empty barrel that was conviently placed in this alley.
With her head in her hands she intently studied the liquid stained cobble stains at her feet. She had to admit that she was growing attached to the life that was growing inside of her. If indeed it was a life. This was going to be a hard decision. But she had long since decided that she was going to tell Jack about it any way. Once she had a definite from the doctor she was going directly to Jack to tell him, and of course discuss.
She was sure that it was going to be the end of their relationship, but she thought that it was wrong that she take any action without first consulting with Jack. After all he did have a right to know about it.
One never knew. Maybe he wanted a child.
Elizabeth coughed and then spluttered out a weak laugh. Jack? A father? The idea was a funny one. It would be the last thing in the world that jack would won't.
Sighing she picked herself up and continued on her journey dodging missed punches and kicks. What ever he may think he still had the right to know about it. Whether or not he wanted to know. She could not in any right mind make a decision like this without her conscience demanding for retribution.
Finally she came across the concealed building that was squished between to inns, however in this part of Tortuga it was a little quieter, there was no one fighting in the streets outside this humble little dwelling. Taking a deep breath she ventured in.
Inside it was sweet and civilized, like a home back at Port Royal, yet less extravagantly decorated. It was plain and simple and Lizzie liked it. The house was very welcoming, the old woman in front of her who was ushering her down the hall way was also none intimidating.
Back at Home Lizzie found that a visit too or by a doctor was so intimidating. Simply because they looked like they were judging you and your lifestyle. That and they were arrogant, safe in the belief of their superiority.
Even if the woman who Lizzie was going to see was like all the other doctors that she knew, this old sweet lady in front of her made the visit so much more bearable.
They stopped abruptly at the end of the scantly decorated hallway. Lizzie wasn't really paying attention to what was going on and almost ran straight into the old lady. She knocked tentively on the door.
"Yes" Came a sweet, almost shy voice.
"Hav' a lady ere who wishes to see ye" Said the old lady, far less sweet and innocent. The lady turned and smiled reassuringly at Lizzie, who was beginning to feel small and scared like a child.
"Let her in" Came the reply. The old lady opened the door and stepped aside still smiling at Lizzie. Lizzie hesitated for a moment, thinking that she could make her escape now, and never know. If she didn't acknowledge it's existence it couldn't possibly be here, couldn't be happening to her. The old lady gently pushed Lizzie in to the room beyond and closed the door behind her.
Lizzie stood there like a stunned Lamb. Unsure of where to go, what to do, stunned and scared. This room was far more decorated than the others. It was a bright yellow color, and was filled with flowers in likewise brightly colored vases. Because the room was at the end of the house it received sunlight, which was blocked out by the other neighboring buildings on the street.
It was certainly welcoming.
There was a lady in a big armchair off on the otherside of the room. She had blonde hair, a fair complexion, and bright blue eyes. And was wearing a sky blue dress, dotted with miniature daisies.
Not intimidating at all.
Lizzie ventured a nervous smile and the woman smiled broadly back.
"Come and sit!" She gestured to the other big armchair. Lizzie made her way across the room still a little cautiously and then sank into the armchair. With a sigh of relief Lizzie looked back at the warm woman.
"Whats the problem child?" She asked softly. Mirth glittering in her eyes. Lizzie blushed.
"I think I'm pregnant" She said into her hands, her blush increasing till it covered her whole face.
"Nothing to be embarrassed about child. Congratulations" she said warmly
"I don't think there is anything to congratulate. I'm not sure that the father wants the child" Lizzie finally looked up again. The woman looked concerned for her and her face was full of sympathy. Lizzie felt better slightly.
"Well that is no good. But before we go on congratulating you, let us make certain that you are in fact with a child, shall we?"
"Ok"
"So, tell me why you think you are pregnant."
"I haven't had my monthly flows for two times in a row."
"Ah" she said and scribbled something on a little note pad that she had in her lap. "Anything else?"
"I'm tired, nauseous, mind I live on a ship" Lizzie thought…what else would indicate to her that she was pregnant. There were other things going on with her body but she wasn't sure about the symptoms of pregnancy so wouldn't know what was relevant and not. So she decided to leave it at that.
The doctor, mid-wife, what ever she was continued to ask some questions, and Lizzie answered them as best that she could. By the end of it Lizzie was confused and tired. She had no idea how this woman could tell that she was pregnant, any more than she could. In any case the woman had left briefly, she supposed to go and confer with the old woman, but came back soon with a large, warm smile on her face.
"Well Lizzie. I think we can safely say that you are with child!" She said still smiling coming over to the slightly shocked and mortified Lizzie. "Congratulations"
Lizzie tried a smile but she could think that only evil could come from this.
"I suppose" Lizzie said dejected. The woman sobered a little and sat down gently in the seat in front of her. She placed a small, reasurring hand on Lizzie's knee.
"Are you sure that the father doesn't want this child"
Lizzie smiled weakly
"It's the last thing that he wants in this world." The woman looked sorry that she had asked. Grimacing slightly. There was a brief yet highly uncomfortable silence hanging in the room.
"Do you want the name of a woman who can help with this?" She asked slowly and almost in a whisper.
"I need to talk to the father first." Lizzie said quietly. She was lost in her own reeling thoughts. Finally she mustered enough strength to smile.
"What do I owe you?" She said reaching for her purse pocket.
"Oh nothing, dear. Come back to me if you want that name, we'll talk than" She said with another smile. Lizzie just got up, made her thanks and left the room. Down the hall she handed the old woman a gold coin for them. She felt guilty taking this womans time and not paying her for her services. Lizzie felt bound to thank her, even if it was bad news that she delivered.
Outside it was almost dark. Lizzie sighed heavily and looked back down the street. The journey home seemed too long. But she'd have to make it. And have to find Jack and tell him as soon as possible.
Ilovejack,ilovejack,ilovejack
Jack sat in his cabin silently brooding waiting for Lizzie to return from her visit to the witch doctor. He was trying hard to contain his anger, he knew though that the moment she walked through those doors he would be hard pressed to contain himself from spewing out accusations at her. Jack would wait to 'catch' her about to take the drugs and then accuse her.
He was bound. his emotions had logic and reason had been taken capture by the hurt and betrayl that he felt. Even if it was un-needful. For a time now he had been blinded by these things and was not likely to notice anything else.
A blind and drunk pirate was a dangerous mix.
She was longer than he thought that she would be, despite his anger he started to get worried for her. Tortuga was no place for a beautiful woman like her to go walking around alone. Especially at night. He should have offered to escort her, but she would never have gone to where she was going to go if he was with her, so it had been necessary for him to decline to join her.
Eventually, when it was well past dark and Jack could hear the roudiness increase with every inch that the sun went down, Lizzie meekly opened the cabin door and spotted him. Immediately he could seen the guilt and pain on her face and almost felt pity for her. Yet. He couldn't contain himself any longer. Couldn't conceal his own hurt pride and anger.
"Why didn't you tell me" Was the first and only thing that he could say. The anger seethed within him and he knew she could see it their, burning like flames in his eyes.
She was taken aback quite obviously. She stopped immediately in her movements, like a rabit caught in the light.
"How did you know?" was all that she breathed out. Barely audible. He could sense her fear, and his anger feed off it.
"I'm not daft Lizzie." He said, standing up like a predator ready to pounce. She was still frozen in place.
"I never thought that you were" she said carefully, she was treading on ice, and she could feel it starting to break underneath her.
"Obviously you did, by thinking that you could hide it from me," he stopped, trying to control him self and being unable. Finally he exploded, his voice no longer carefully yet barely concealed. He let his voice raise.
"How could you? How could you Kill my child without thinking to tell me!" That really caught her. She looked shocked. Ha! He thought triumphiantly.
"I Never!" She started but he was on a role.
"Of all the inconciderate things to do! I thought that you loved me! But looks like I'll be on me onesies all over again." He took a breath and looked at her. She was crying now. Well It'd do her no good. He wasn't going to be softened by tears. "From the one person, place that I never expected betrayl…."
"Jack!" She went to him now, crying she reached out to him, but he threw her hand away.
"I don't want to talk to you!" He said finally and sat back down in the chair. She was sobbing now.
"Jack! Please!" she wept. Clearly distressed. Jack didn't care. He was nursing is own hurt pride, he had no room to care for anything else.
"Out of me sight wrench!" he said slowly, carefully but he could tell she heard the edge to it. Crying she turned away from him and slowly, as if she had been mortally wounded left the cabin.
P.S Bwhahahahhahahahaha….i'm sorry about the slowness of this chapter, but the characters lead me where they will, no point trying to force them eh! Suggestions for what will happen next, welcome! And thank you for continuing to read despite my horrible writing! Your loyalty warms my heart!