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Tortugan Beginnings
Lucas & Angelina
Lucas was so distraught. He was completely and utterly hysterical. The tears had come; the wicked dreams had haunted him during the night. The past week was utter hysterics. It was terrifying that his little sister Audrina could be in a position that would defy her honor or plague her for years to come. She could be experiencing ultimate pain and traumatic experiences that not even he could deal with. And then there was always the chance that she could be already decaying on the bottom of the Caribbean. It was that that made him utterly hysterical.
He paced the cabin, his hand clutching the sword tightly with such ferocity that it scared even himself. It was him and Jack in the room. She had been missing for a week and it was tearing them both to pieces although Jack acted very nonchalant about it all. Lucas, he was so angry all the time. He missed her. He worried about her. He wanted to find her and then find the bastards that took his little sister away from him and make them scream apologizes. Jack Sparrow somehow knew that Lucas' anger alone could compel him to do such a thing. Even if he was a gentle soul at nature.
Jack, on the other hand, was simply distraught because Audrina was a crew member. She had been loyal to him and he was not going to give up on her. Or at least that's what he said. Really, he missed the girl. He enjoyed her company. And he hadn't had her yet. And he was still determined to have her. But, he was beginning to consider her as lover, even if he used the term 'lover' rather loosely. He considered his whores in Tortuga his lovers. If he kissed a woman on the mouth, it's already become too personal. He was involved now.
And he hated seeing Angelina cry all the time. He hated women tears.
Lucas walked towards the charts that Jack was seated at. "Where the hell could they be!?"
Jack rolled his eyes in response and motioned towards the large map of the world hanging on the wall. "The world's large, mate, they could be anywhere really." Lucas frowned and his eyes widened. He struggled to say something. "Eh, calm down, mate. I'm pullin' yer leg. They are probably somewhere in the Caribbean, they can't too far. Yer forget that the Black Pearl is the fastest ship in these waters. We should catch up with the bastards any day."
Lucas scowled and thought for a moment. He missed her so much. He wanted her back. She was all he ever knew. He didn't know life without her. "Do you think we can get her back?" He asked tenderly.
"Of course or my name's not Jack Sparrow!" He slurred.
He was lying. He was a liar but Lucas didn't know that. Jack really didn't know if they could get Audrina back. He didn't like to admit it but Marcus Addison was really well accomplished. He could be considered the third best pirate in the waters. Behind Jack and Teague Sparrow, of course. But Marcus Addison had a relatively swift ship and a decent crew that could take most ships. They had a day head start and Jack didn't even know if they were going in the same direction as Marcus. It terrified him that Audrina could be lost already or already in the slave trade. But he wouldn't admit that nor would he break the poor boy's heart. And he was above Addison on the scale. There was still possibility but then there was always doubt.
Lucas sighed and nodded. He glanced at Jack. Audrina liked him, he knew that. He saw it. But was Jack just using her? Did he care about her at all? Did he even want to get her back?
"Jack?" He said and the captain looked at him with curiosity. "You like my sister, don't you? She likes you. It's easy to see. She never was one to control her emotions."
Jack inwardly smirked. The boy was too much, 'talk about your feelings' today. He wasn't quite sure if it annoyed him or amused him. "Sure! Girl's got great spirit! But don't get me wrong, mate, I'm not thinking about no mar-ee-age."
"You don't love her?"
"She don't love me, either. And my only love is the sea!" He slurred, emphasizing with his hands, that silly smirk of his present on his handsome features.
Lucas smirked and shook his head at him. "You're intolerable."
Jack was taken aback for a moment. He raised an eyebrow at him. "I see the relation mate."
Lucas raised his eyebrow questioningly, as if he was confused and honestly he was rather confused. "What are you talking about?"
Jack only shrugged and moved back to his maps.
And Lucas didn't mind Jack's silence either. He just continued on thinking about Audrina and of course Angelina. He was thinking about Angelina and what the bastards did to her. He could never picture Audrina stripped of her spirit and her love and her fire. It depressed him almost. With tearful eyes, he gazed at Jack. The silence was unbearable and excruciating, he hated that it made him think.
"Do you think they harmed her? Raped her even? The bastards are going to pay." He added vehemently.
"Definitely not!" Jack assured.
He was a con artist, if you will. Jack Sparrow was a manipulator. He knew for an absolute fact that Audrina had been harmed in more ways then one. He could almost bet on his life on the fact that she had been raped or even sexually assaulted in some way. But then again, he didn't want to break the poor boy's heart. He has said that more then once. Lie or have poor Lucas threatening to slit his jugular vein. He was good at manipulating the emotions of others. He knew what buttons to press to get what he wanted. But what did Jack want? He wasn't exactly sure but a content (or the most content Lucas was going to get) Lucas was a blessing.
"You seem sure of that."
"When have I ever fooled, tricked, manipulated, doubted, and or betrayed ya? When have I ever steered yer wrong, mate?" Jack retorted with a grin.
Lucas rose his eyebrows in surprise. "I can think of a few times, Captain."
"No need for details, mate!" Jack suddenly grinned.
Jack suddenly got an idea. Furrowing his brow, he grinned. He had been a pirate for a long time. He learns things and this; he cursed himself that he ever forgot it. But now he remembered. "Set a course for Florida!"
He looked at him strangely. "What, why? We're supposed to find Audrina! I hardly doubt you are some sort of simpleton but you are really proving me wrong at the moment!" He bellowed.
"I'm really feeling a need for you to calm down at this here moment." Jack started, slightly annoyed. "Florida happens to be where our little crazy happens to make port every now and then. Now seems like a glorious time to make port there, wouldn't yer agree? He's got our pretty lass, our even prettier jewels and I'm guessin' that he must be dabbling in savage slavery. Savvy?"
"Audrina! She's up there!? Are you positive?" Lucas responded excitedly with that glimmer of hope returned.
"No. But it's always worth a try, mate. But I'll bet good money on that they are."
"Those sons of bitches are going to bleed." Lucas vowed with that glimmer of malice reflecting in his eyes. He clenched his jaw and took another look at the map and frowned when he realized that the trip would be a little short of a week. They were near Cuba and that wasn't far off Florida.
Jack grinned. "We don't need yer jibber jabber, go alert Gibbs the new heading!"
"And that is?" Lucas was no helmsman and the maps confused him but if he had time to study them, he would have found it as simple as reading.
He pondered and pointed towards the door, grinning. "That way direction."
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She was crying again. Angelina was curled up in a ball on her bunk. Crying, she was weeping. Never in her life had she wept as she was doing at this moment. Audrina was gone and in his hands. She knew what he did to women. She watched and experienced everything. And it was all rushing back to her. The raping, the beatings, the torture, the starvation. It was all coming back to her in swift flashes.
The slavery was all she ever knew and then it was gone with the snap of a finger. It was gone and was replaced with her heroes. Lucas, Audrina and Jack. And now one had been placed in the very position she was saved from. Screams, cries and moans that echoed through the still nights were Angelina's lullabies. Now they had become Audrina's. Angelina was weeping for what she had become and saved from and now what Audrina would soon become. The Angel would rather die then watch her motherly figure become the rag doll she once was.
And then there was the betrayal. It was this that hurt the most. The betrayal that put her into such a situation and thus indirectly put Audrina Hart into that situation. Angelina wasn't stupid. They were looking for her but took Audrina instead for whatever reason. It was the so-called 'Angel's' fault. She felt like a monster. She felt like Marcus Addison himself.
The betrayal of her mother hurt the most. It always has. They used to say 'blood is thicker then water' but Angelina trusted Lucas with every ounce of her soul and she didn't trust Carina Lewis with anything. Carina Lewis, mother of Angelina Lewis. Town strumpet, the towns whore. Greed, arrogance, promises and betrayal it all put Angelina in a horrifying situation. The dogs were treated better then the ragdoll. But why shouldn't they?
She was an inanimate object.
The dogs were higher on the food chain then she was. The little doll, she was made for tearing apart and not for living. She was beginning to come to terms with that. She suddenly realized that Lucas would hate her for thinking such things. But she couldn't help it. She was simple, stupid, a whore, a play thing. She was good for only spreading her pretty little legs.
The tears were becoming fewer. Her soul was hardening. She was become void of everything. She was becoming like a scab, a callous. Only hardening with time.
Lucas entered the cabin and he gasped at the sight of her curled up on the bunk, tears still wet on her cheeks and her eyes red with irritation. He was at her side in mere moments and he didn't hesitate to sit on the bed and gather her delicate form in his arms. So they sat on the bed, his arms still tight around her delicate body and her head resting on his chest.
Neither of them said a word nor did anything until many moments later. Angelina looked up at his wet turquoise eyes. "Do we really deserve this?" She whispered. "What did I ever do?"
Lucas moved the flaxen strands away from her eyes. "Nothing. You didn't do anything. Nor did Audrina. Don't blame yourself, Angel."
"I can't help it." She murmured.
"It was not your fault that any of this happened. Audrina is strong and I know you can be too. Prove it to me."
Angelina timidly shook her head. She could think of one way but she didn't know how he would react. She was far too shy to do such a thing anyways. So she thought of her mother. Maybe if she could talk about her, she would be regarded as strong for facing the memory and make Lucas happy. She wanted him to be happy.
"My mother. She promised me. She promised me the world. Lucas, why do mothers break promises? She promised me that I wouldn't be with him long. Only for a few days until she could pay him. She never came back, Lucas. Never. She betrayed me. I don't want to be betrayed again." She breathed as the hot tears slid down her cheeks. She was crying again. She felt more pathetic and pitiful then she ever did in her life.
Lucas hugged her tighter and placed his lips on her forehead. "She doesn't love you like I-we love you." He was so shy. He wanted to tell her about his feelings but why would it matter anyway? He doubted that she would return them.
"They love me, Lucas?"
"Of course. We love you so much. I love you too; I would never want to see you hurt. And I'll protect you forever. I'll never betray you. I'll never break a promise. I'd rather die." He vowed.
Angelina smiled at him and snuggled against him closer. Both their hearts sped up. "Don't ever die for me. I'm not worth dieing for."
"You're worth it, Angelina. You're worth it." He crooned. The moment was just building up. He was making his feelings so blatant and obvious.
With sleepy eyes, she looked up at his handsome angular face and smiled sheepishly. She moved closer to him and soon all her senses became dulled as she slowly slipped into her dream world. She knew for a fact that the boy with the curly black hair would be in her dreams.
"Lucas…..I think I'm falling in love with you." She murmured and it was near inaudible as she was falling asleep. Her eyelids lowered and she fell asleep in his arms.
Lucas sat there rigid for a moment. Did he hear her correctly? No, he most definitely didn't. He heard what he wanted to hear. She said no such thing. It was impossible. Such radiance could not be in love with him. But was it really so impossible? Lucas would have liked to entertain the idea but he in the end ultimately decided that he was going mad. Perhaps she said something else that might have sounded like that.
But he couldn't think of anything that might have sounded like that.
He didn't want to leave her so he positioned himself against a pillow and the wall and Angelina was nestled safely on his chest with his arms holding her close.
Before he fell asleep, he did something that he didn't think he would do. He leaned over and pressed his lips against hers softly, almost gently. Angelina hardly even stirred. He pulled away and studied her features. She was so beautiful. With a finger, he moved a strand of flaxen hair away from her closed eyelids. And then he caressed her cheek with his thumb. How he wished that she was awake.
She had changed so much. She was not the wilting flower she once was. The scars were still there, littering her like garbage on the side of an abandoned road. The bruises, they were no longer fresh but they were still there. Perhaps like ghosts lingering on her porcelain skin. They were faded and almost unable to be seen but Lucas almost imagined they were still fresh. He knew the wounds on her soul were not. And she didn't pretend like they were either. Lucas gazed at her sleeping form; her face was still so gaunt. The blue eyes underneath those closed lids were still troubled.
Would she ever learn to forget? Would she ever even forgive? Lucas might have guessed the first but never the second. Softly, he leaned down and kissed her even more gently then before that he only merely just tasted her. She tasted sweet. He felt himself drifting away from consciousness.
And so, they fell asleep with their devotion on their lips and yet neither of them had any idea whatsoever.
"Lucas…..I think I'm falling in love with you."
