Chapter Thirteen

Tia Dalma

The next morning I didn't feel like getting out of bed. So, I just stayed there all day sleeping and thinking about… 'stuff'.

Pretty soon Peter came in, "What is wrong?"

"I don't feel good. Nothing really."

"Elizabeth!!!" Peter called, "ELIZABETH, WE NEED SOME HELP!!!"

"You rang?" Elizabeth said as she came in.

"Sorry, but Lana doesn't feel good and she feels like she has a fever."

"And you couldn't call Jack or Will?" she paused. "Never mind." Then she walked over and sat next to me. "Peter, get Jack in here right now."

"What?" Jack said ask he stormed in. "I was eating lunch!"

"We need to go to Tia Dalma, Lana has a fever. Peter, I need you to go get a cold wet rag," Elizabeth said.

"But Tia Dalma is, like, a week away! She will DIE by then."

"Aren't you positive!" I said coughing.

"She is right Jack, we all need to be positive," Elizabeth said taking the rag from Peter and putting it on my head.

After that I fell asleep so I don't know what happened. When I woke up it was dark outside and there was no one in my room except Peter, and he was sleeping, he was right beside me on my bed, sleeping. I tried to get up and get something to eat, but I couldn't even sit up. So, I just lay there, hungry and thirsty. I could have woken up Peter but he hasn't been sleeping much lately.

I lay there all night, when the sun rose, Jack came in t see how I was doing.

"What do you want? Every time you come in here you want something," I said, not even looking at him.

"Nothing, it is just you were coughing all night and I wanted to see if you wanted some rum?"

"Where I come from the legal drinking age is 21."

"Well here, the legal drinking age is birth."

Then I started laughing but soon my laugh became a bitter cough. Then Jack picked up Peter and dropped him on the ground. "Hey!" We both said staring at Jack.

"What?"

"Why would you drop me?"

"Yeah!" I said, soon after coughing (again).

"Why do you care? Can I talk to Lana alone for a minute?"

"Whatever. I need to go get an ice pack for my back," Peter said rubbing his back and getting up and walking out the door.


"You know you are getting very sick…deathly sick," he said to me.

"Oh, like it is my fault I am like this?!?" I said as loud as I could, which was not very loud, and half of it was drown out by coughing.

"Seriously, it has only been one day and you are already like this. We get to Tia Dalma's in a week, think how sick you would be then."

"Wow, you are great at cheering someone up aren't you?"

"Listen! You could die any day now. We all love you now, even Will likes you! Nobody wants to see you to die Lana, but we don't know what to do to keep you alive for the next six days," Jack was looking into my eyes, I got quiet.

I noticed he WAS trying to be serious. It was kinda freaky, in the movies he was always joking around. It was a silent, then all of a sudden, I don't know why, but I said, "You have a booger!" and broke down laughing and coughing.

"I WAS TRYING TO BE SERIOUS AND YOU COME OUT SAYING I HAVE A BOOGER!?!?! You know you could die any minute now and I'm not sure if I care anymore!!!" he yelled at me. I guess I pushed it a little too far? Oh well, who cares?!?

Peter soon came back into the room. "Are you feeling better?" he asked sitting down again.

"Yes, I am feeling much better!" I lied. I hated lying to him but…I don't know, I knew that if I told him I was getting worse he would be heartbroken. He has already worried enough. "Why don't you go to your room and take a nap? It would make you feel better. And don't worry I will be fine!"

"Ok."

Five more days passed I was still in bed, and getting weaker. By now, I was struggling just to talk. It was getting late and we would be at Tia Dalma's tomorrow. I had better get some sleep, I convinced myself. Well, bad move! If I had stayed awake I might have lived, but no, I feel asleep and died peacefully.