My eyes stared at the reflection of a stranger in the mirror. This girl, I could tell, was in her early twenties but looked like she was fifty. Dark circles lined her eyes and her skin was white as paper. Her full body had turned to a thin skeleton, and her hair lay matted and greasy around her discolored face. The stranger was me... after a week of refusing all food but water and sitting in nearly a single spot for the last week. Countless times Jack had come inside, trying to talk "some sense into me." But after a while I refused to talk to anyone and ended in latching my door shut. As I sat there, blankly staring at the mirror, my ears heard a pair of boots at my door. "Christy?" It was Jack, "Christy? CHRISTINA!" I ignored his gritted teethed yelling, hardly hearing, as he furiously pounded on the door. "OPEN THIS DOOR! THIS IS MY SHIP AND I SAY OPEN THIS DOOR!" Finally I heard a furious sigh and a pistol was cocked. Without even flinching I heard a deafening bang and the latch flew off the wall, hitting my stranger in the mirror, the reflection even more corrupted than it had been before. A crack was made on impact and I glowered at it as Jack came through the door. He took one look at me and closed his eyes, letting his breath out. "What are you doing to yourself?" Jack asked for the millionth time. I didnt answer. "Christy..." he said and knelt in front of me. He began to talk to me about various things like he had every time he came in... "Joe died last night from the wound... don't blame yourself, darling. He was strong for a while." He paused, "He wanted me to tell you that he was glad that he met you... and that I was lucky to have you. I don't feel very lucky right now. I wish you would wake up from this, luv. I know you can hear me and I know you understand. There's nothing you can do about the tragedies in the world. Joe will be given to the sea tomorrow..." I looked at the wall... the news of Joe's death had pierced me... but it only made my grief worse. "Please, luv. You haven't eaten in days," he set the tray of food down on the bed beside me. "Jones only knows when you last slept... you're killing yourself." Taking a spoonful of something I didn't see, Jack tried to put it into my unmoving mouth... "Or is that the point?" I looked at him only for a moment before turning away from the food and him. Finally sighing, Jack put the spoon down. "Please don't do this to me. Dont die on me." He put one hand on my neck and turned my face to him. I tried not to look into his eyes but looked at his chin instead, hidden by the beaded beard. Suddenly, the chin began moving closer to me... and his lips touched mine...
That was the wrong thing to do... A wave of fury washed over me and I backed away, letting out a hoarse, wounded cry. Jack pulled away, confused and tried to embrace me... to comfort the pain. I backed further away... I know that Jack didn't understand but all I could see was the pirate in him... and it was pirates that had ruined my life... pirates that had killed my mother and father. "Pirate," I whispered. Jack stood, nodding gently and left the room. A million thoughts ran through my head as I sat there, watching as the cracked stranger stared blankly toward me. A vision flashed before my eyes. On one side of the cracked mirror stood me, fully clothed in pirate's attire. Turning the wheel of the Black Pearl, letting the wind play with my black hair under a tri corner hat. A smile radiated my face as Jack came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and laying his lips onto the back of my neck. I turned away from that and looked at the other side. I was off stage, a corset binding my waist and twenty layers of red velvet beautiful clothing coming from my waist. My hair was done up in curls and a small hat tilted to the side. A man stood with his back to me talking to another man behind him. The vision of me looked straight into my eyes. Then the man turned and I kissed him... it was John Walker. I tore my eyes away from the mirror and back again... they were gone... replaced by the before shallow eyed, white faced me... a memory of myself, not four months ago flashed in my mind as I stood.
"I swear to you Mother" I said, "that on pain of death I will find Father and bring him back safe." I stopped and pulled out a dagger from the safe, the handle was made of pure black ivory, a gold thread spiraling down. Determination coursed through my body along with feelings of hate and confusion. I looked back at the portrait, "And Ill kill the man who took my family with this!" On pain of death...
I stood before the mirror now, sadness reflecting in my stranger's eyes... deep dark sadness. A wave of fury swept over me and I, in sync with my stranger, lifted my fist. In one swift motion of rage, fury, and confusion I slammed it into the mirror, shattering it instantly. I felt glass shards dig into my fist and I fell to the floor among the glass. "Let me finish it for you." I said mockingly and picked up a piece of the mirror, about the size of my index finger. For the first time in a week I cried, tears flowing down my face... bitter, sickening and felt the glass cut into my skin... I was giving in.
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SMASH! Jack whirred around and stared at Christina's door before rushing over to it. The door hit the wall as he flung it open with a bang! He sucked in his breath. Christina was on the floor, her eyes open wide, blood running from her fist, various parts of her body, but most of all from her wrists, which had been heavily slit with a large piece of mirror beside her. Tears silently fell down her cheeks. Quickly tearing strips from her blankets, Jack tied her wrists heavily with them, blood seeping through too quickly. He lifted her slowly off the glass and hurried to the door and out onto the deck. Christina's eyes closed in the light and she whimpered slightly. All the crewmembers stopped and stared at the fact that Christina was finally out of her cabin. Gibbs frowned caringly and followed Jack into his cabin at the sight of Christina's blood.
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"Christina, you stupid, stupid girl." Jack cursed through clenched teeth and put me on his bed once again. I flinched as he pulled each piece of glass out of my body. He looked at my fist, kissing it before pulling the glass out of it. The pain was overwhelming and I tried not to cry.
I turned to look at him. "Why won't you let me die?" I asked quietly, my voice hoarse from no spoken words in the last week. Gibbs left the room quickly, not wanting to be involved with anything. Jack kissed my fist again after pulling all the glass out and wrapped it before putting it down. "Why?"
The cheerful faced Captain of the Black Pearl's face suddenly froze. I rolled over onto my back, looking up at him. My shirt exposed my stomach slightly and Jack put both hands on my cheeks. "Don't you ever do that again." He said huskily. "Do you understand me?!" then his lips were on mine... my eyes widened at the change. His kiss was eager, demanding, rough and I returned it. "Do you understand?" Jack asked again between kisses. I nodded, my eyes closed. Jack smiled in the kiss... "Good." He pinned my hands above my head. My wrists ached but I didnt care... my body's longing was much more powerful. In a fury of tears and urgency, my clothing was off, and his hands were all over me... and so it began...
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I laid in Jacks arms, his arms tight around me as my breath came short. I thought about the last few hours slowly, playing and replaying the feelings of pleasure and wonderful pain in my mind. We had made love twice. Once with fierce urgency, the other taking it slower with gentle strokes and kisses.
I was pressed against him, his breath moving with the same quickness as mine, his arms tight around me, pulling me closer. I rested my head on his chest and closed eyes. "I can hear your heart..." I whispered and Jack's chest shook with a chuckle.
"Yes, luv." He said and put his lips to the top of my head, kissing me gently.
Smiling, I turned my face up and our lips met. He was soft, gentle, so different than he had been only moments before. "You tire me out." Jack finally said, leaning his head back. I smiled as my eyelids drooped, a few tears leaking out again. Jack noticed and kissed me lightly on the top of the head again. "Go to sleep luv. It'll be better in the morning." He said... and I did, content knowing why he couldn't let me die... still not sure if I had made the right choice.