Thank you Libby
I sit there in shock. How can she think I would sail with him, of all people? Him, the man who raped and marooned me twice!
"Congratulations, Jasmine," he growls out.
"Why did you bring him back?" I snarl to Tia.
"I need him," she whispers.
"Do you know what he's done?" I whisper venomously.
"Yes?" she whispers again.
"How could you?" I snap.
"Jasmine!" Barbossa calls.
"Shut up, SHUT UP! You don't get to speak!" I yell. "I'm cursed - I have to be! Everything has gone wrong: I blow up my father, then I end up in the locker, then, when I come back, I get raped and marooned, then I get sent to jail, only to be freed, then I get raped and marooned – again! - then I nearly get shot, then I'm nearly hung, then I get the black spot – again! - then I get kidnapped to the Dutchman, where I'm beaten and tortured by my father who miraculously survived, then I escape, only to have the kraken ruin the rest of my life, then I find out that I'm pregnant, my rapist is still alive – oh, and, since I forgot to mention, Norrington kissed me and was in love with me - probably still is – and, on top of that, Beckett has come back and wants to kill me as does my father! How absolutely marvellous!" I rant.
"Wait, Norrington kissed you?" Elizabeth says.
"Yes, it seems he's done waiting for you," I say with a smirk.
"Well, what about Jack? It seems like he couldn't be bothered with you - after all, he didn't even say goodbye." She smirks.
Too far. I dive from my chair and knock her out of hers. We land on the floor, and I begin punching her with all my might as she claws at me. We roll over each other, trying to get good hits. I get a good scratch along her lip, one that is deep and drips with blood. She grabs my hair and, rolling on top, begins her own punches. I roll her back to the bottom and begin my own series of assaults. Then, suddenly, she's gone and I'm fighting the air around me. Will's pulled me off her, only she needs to pay. I want her back under my fists, which are now dripping in blood. Elizabeth is being stood up by Pintel and Ragetti. I struggle against Will and get free, launching myself back at her. I ram her into the wall and try to begin another round, and then she's gone again and I'm being pulled back, but this time with different hands, arms that wrap themselves around my stomach and hands that grip my wrists, pull me back into the opposite wall, and slam me against it in hope to rid me of some energy. I get a look of the hands and see long, dirty nails.
"LET ME GO! LET ME GO RIGHT NOW!" I scream.
The person who held me lets go, and I see Barbossa, the only one with enough strength to hold me back other than Jack.
"Don't touch me! Don't you ever touch me again! Never! I don't want you anywhere near me. Stay away!" I yell and stumble out of the back door of Tia's cabin.
I'm breathing heavily. My chest hurts, my head's spinning and, for once, I am trapped. I can't escape. I can't go back into the cabin, or I would have to face Barbossa, and I can't go forward because Tia's shack is surrounded by water. I stumble backward as one of the wooden planks on the dock collapses and hit the shack wall. I slide down and put my head between my knees and wrap my hands around my legs. Why now? Why this year? Why has it all happened in such a short space of time? I can't raise a child, but how can I give it up? It's wrong to abandon a child, but with my life now - my father alive, my rapist alive, my husband dead… I cry out in frustration and throw a crab trap next to me into the water below. Burying my head into my arms, I just breathe. Everything is going wrong. Something rustles from beneath me and, looking down and opening my coat, I see the brown package. Pulling it out, I begin to unravel it, letting the moonlight glint off the silver…
"Jaz?" someone yells.
I quickly re-wrap the package and shove it into my coat.
"Jaz!" the person yells again.
"What Will?" I say, recognising his voice.
"Thank God, we thought you'd…" he trails off.
"What, done a runner? Why bother? It's not like I could find Jack without my crew. Why did you interrupt my peace?" I hiss.
Moving some of the crates to the side, he sits beside me. I stare out into the water.
"I know how you feel," he says softly.
"Do you, do you really?" I ask
"Yes, you feel hurt over what Jack did with Elizabeth, but you also have a pain in your heart from where he broke it. You're trying to push away the feelings so as not to feel that pain, but then you're also feeling anger and extreme frustration at the fact Norrington took the heart and caused all this, that Tia brought Barbossa back and that he's alive, breathing, and near you. You're also feeling physical pain from your back - don't even try to deny it, as I can see blood stains running through your shirt. And, to top it all off, you're in confusion over your apparent pregnancy, your emotions are high, and you don't know what to do with them," he says.
"Is there a reason you came out here, or was it just to tell me my own feelings?" I snap.
"Well yes, we're going to stay here for as long as it takes to sort out a plan and a way to get to Davy Jones' locker for Jack. Tia has told us where we are to stay. We each have designated shacks," he says.
"Right, let's go then," I mutter.
Will stands and I allow him to help me up, pulling me back through the shack door. Reluctantly, I walk in. No one is around, so I presume they had made their way to their own cabins. Tia is sat beside her claws and Barbossa is stood, leaning beside the door I had just walked through.
"I didn't take you for the temper-tantrum, run-away-from-problem woman, Jasmine," Barbossa drawls out.
I ignore him, but step directly out of the reach of his hand in case he decides to reach out and touch me.
"I'm a changed man, Jaz. What I did before, it won't happen again," he says softly, reaching out to me.
"Don't touch me," I hiss. He drops his arm. "A sword can never change who it's hurt, intentional or not."
Will puts a hand on my shoulder. "You going to be ok?" he asks.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"You, well…Tia said you could stay here. You're sharing with Tia and, well, him," he says hesitantly and finishes by nodding to Barbossa who, I notice, is smirking with his head dipped.
"HIM?" I screech.
"Bye!" Will says and walks quickly to the door.
"Turner, get back here!" I yell as the door slams shut.
Barbossa starts full on laughing, and I spin round in fury.
"This is not funny," I snap, stepping forward. He carries on laughing.
Raising an arm to strike him, I throw fist forward. He wraps an arm around my wrist and pulls me in toward him. Tia stands but doesn't make a move, and I feel my breathing become short as I pull back against him. His grip tightens, and he pulls me up to meet his eyes. I take a gasp of breath before my breathing becomes sharper and faster than before.
"Don't ever try to strike me again," he growls, pushing me away and letting go.
I stumble backward at the force as he walks out of the cabin in fury. Once he leaves, I steady my breathing until it is back to normal. Looking toward the door where Barbossa had just walked out of, I glare. Walking toward the set of stairs, I turn to Tia.
"We need to talk later. I presume my room is in the same place," I say.
She only nods. Heading up the stairs and turning right, I walk down toward the door at the end. I knew this place easily - every room, every nook and cranny - from my childhood. Opening the door, I immediately turn to the bed on the left, the one overlooking the ocean, the one where I had slept when my mother came to Tia for weeks at a time, studying magic, controlling it, unlocking the secrets and other times for a release, release from the beatings when they become too much. Each time, she took me with her. This was our room. I sit on the bed before realising what Will said and that I need a new shirt. I carefully make my way over to the chest of drawers. Taking a breath, I pull it open. Inside lie all my mother's shirts. I take a white one out and pull my coat off, throwing that onto the bed before pulling my shirt off.
I begin to un-wrap the bandages, dropping them down to the floor. I pull open one of the bottom drawers, which holds all the medical supplies we need. Rolling out some more bandages, I begin to wrap them round the bottom of my wounds and, using the mirror to see, I wince. They are all an angry red, and some of them don't even look like they have begun to close, the one in the middle especially. Reaching round, I touch one before immediately hissing and jerking away. I look into the draw, trying to find something to help them - maybe a herb mix - but there isn't anything. Sighing, I realise I will have to call Tia, which is not something I want to do.
"Tia, do you think I can have some…" I start to yell, but cut myself off with a scream.
Tripping over the floorboard that I had tripped over since I was a child, I stumble and turn to look at it, not realising how far forward I had tripped in the small room. I hit the wall and, with no protection on my back, it slams into the wall and I scream in pain. I slip down the wall and hit the floor on my knees. Leaning forward, I gasp in pain and fight the urge to scream again as blood begins running into the middle wound and drips to the floor. The door slams open, and I don't even look up, the pain in my back too much to handle. I feel my arms being lifted at either side and I help them by standing, hissing in pain as that instantly makes everything worse.
"Jaz, let us do the work," someone whispers, but it's fuzzy and I feel my vision decreasing extremely fast.
"No, not again," I mumble, fighting the darkness threatening to overcome me.
"Let it happen, Jasmine, let it happen," I hear a deep growl from beside me.
I turn to face the person, my vision becoming darker almost immediately, but I keep trying to fight it. I make out a fuzzy shape of a tall, large person, too large to be Will.
"Get out!" I choke out.
"There are only two rooms, Jasmine. This room has two beds. We're sharing," he growls.
"No," I whisper, before the darkness takes over completely and I feel myself slip from the people holding me.
Will's POV
After I ran from Jaz, I don't go back to Elizabeth like I had planned to, but instead I walk over to where Gibbs and Marty are checking the longboat. I help them pull the longboat onto the bank.
"Will, is Jaz okay?" Gibbs asks.
"No. No, Gibbs, she's not ok. I think she's finally broke. She's been betrayed by everyone - us included – and I don't think she truly knows who to trust. Hell, I think Norrington would rank higher at the moment!" I tell them both.
"How to you mean, Will?" Marty asks.
"Well, she's been betrayed by us for not going to help her go back for Jack. We just pulled her away and were too selfish. She's been betrayed by Tia Dalma because the woman brought back Barbossa, and then Barbossa himself for when she was 17, I think - isn't that when he raped and marooned her the first time - and then again for a 's been betrayed by Jack because he stayed behind and didn't tell her, and then there's me, as I didn't help her just now. I told her she was sharing the hut with him and then left, leaving her to deal with it because I was scared of her reaction. She's been betrayed by Elizabeth with what she said, and I intend to have words with her for that. Then there's Norrington. He's better than us because he never betrayed her. He told us straight what was going to happen. He made his intentions true from the day he joined the crew, judging on what I saw in our four way battle on Isla cruces. It was obvious he was going to try and join the navy again. He couldn't serve under the Pearl, not if his life depended on it," I say, thinking about it.
The two look down in shame and I do the same. We really had betrayed her, and most of the time we hadn't even realised it. All of us jump when we hear a door slam and, turning, we see Barbossa with a look of fury on his face. I'm instantly aware of what's happening. If he's angry and there is only Tia and Jaz in the cabin, I don't see it as Tia annoying him. He notices us staring at him and glares. Marty and Gibbs avert their eyes, but I don't.
"What did you do?" I snarl.
Only two women in with him, and one he could knock out easily. The other, well…she is wounded, and it didn't take much to make her scream with pain if those wounds were knocked. I also knew it didn't take much for her to fall unconscious if those wounds began to bleed, so having his face this angry made me worry. It wouldn't take long for him to judge Jaz's weakness now. After all, she is pregnant and needs to be careful. No hits to the stomach, her wounds could re-open, any mention of Jack might annoy her depending on the person. But the way Barbossa would say it, it would take out all the fight in her. Also, she didn't want him touching her. Each is a weakness. So could Barbossa do the un-imaginable in such a short amount of time? My mind screams no, but another part of it says yes, that he wouldn't hesitate to try it again.
"I didn't do anything that you're thinking, Turner. I've changed," he says.
"It wouldn't stop you, would it? What did you do?" I snarl again.
"After you left, I began laughing. I never thought Jaz would be someone to screech - scream and curse and yell, yes - but the way she sounded was just not what I was expecting, so naturally I found it hilarious," he says.
"And?" I hiss, hoping to hurry him.
"She didn't find it as amusing, and asked me if I found it funny. Well, of course I didn't stop laughing, so she raised a hand as though to slap me. But I know a woman, she slapped me once, and they hurt, so I knew she wasn't going to slap me. It's Jack she slaps, so I knew either she was going to change it into a punch or punch with her other hand. So I grabbed her wrist and wrapped my fingers around it. She pulled away slightly, but I wasn't letting go," he says.
"Why didn't you let go? Do you not remember what she told you? 'Don't touch me'?" I practically yell at him.
"So I should have let her get away with it? I can't touch her but she can hit me when she pleases? That's not very fair. I merely gave her a friendly warning, then let go," he sneers.
"You don't care for fairness! If you did, you wouldn't have found a loop in the parley!" I snarl.
He doesn't say anything for a minute, and then opens his mouth, but is cut off by a scream and smash from Tia's shack. I run for the door and Barbossa quickly follows me. Gibbs and Marty hold back, trusting me to sort out the problem. Tia stands with open hands and on the floor looks to be a pot bowl with some type of crushed herb in it.
"Where's Jaz?" I say quickly.
Tia nods to the stairs and quickly grabs another pot and more herbs, but I don't stay to look at what she picks. I race up the stairs, hearing Barbossa's heavy footfalls behind me. Once I reach the top, I have the choice of going left or right. Hearing heavy and pained breathing from the right, I follow it down and Barbossa follows quickly. Running into the room, I see Jaz shirtless on her knees, bent over in pain. The top of her back is showing and it's covered in blood. Her old bandages lie on the floor, soaked with blood. I rush over quickly and Barbossa stands in the doorway, his face layered with shock.
"Don't just stand there! Grab her arm and help me put her on a bed" I hiss
Barbossa runs over and takes her other arm. He looks at her back quickly and winces, before we both lift her, trying to be as careful as possible since we could tell she was already in enough pain. She had lost a lot of blood that in turn was making her lose consciousness. She tries to help us by standing, but she hisses in pain, and I know that it hurts more than a hiss in the way her face moves with the pain.
"Let us do the work," I whisper. If she doesn't, it would only make it worse. We lead her toward a bed.
He says something to Jaz and she doesn't react very well, judging from how tense she suddenly becomes. Suddenly, we stumble at how heavy she becomes. Looking at her as she slips slightly, I see she's unconscious and sigh, before keeping a firm hand on her and then, looking to Barbossa, I see him doing the same.
"Lie her down on the bed," Tia Dalma says from the door.
We quickly place her on the bed and her back is shown to us fully. I snarl as Barbossa winces and Tia hisses. Each wound doesn't look to have healed, and most are inflamed. Tia immediately pulls up a chair and starts directing us. Barbossa is to get a bowl of water whilst I keep her still, because apparently what Tia was going to do next would bring her out of unconscious. Barbossa brings back a bowl of water and Tia dips a cloth in. She quickly orders for Barbossa to stand near in case he is needed. Tia drops a herb into the deepest wound of Jaz's back, the one where people could see the bone.
"She will scream," Tia warns us both.
Slowly, she then rings the cloth of water over Jaz's back. Instantly, a reaction occurs. Small whispers of smoke begin to erupt from her back. Her eyes instantly shoot open. She does nothing for a few seconds, then her eyes water and a tear slips from her eyes and she bites her lip as more tears slip. Her lip begins to bleed.
"Is she even conscious?" Barbossa asks.
"Oh, she's conscious," I say as her eyes light in fury.
"She's extraordinary quiet compared to what I'm used to." He smirks.
"Shut the…" she starts and then screams in pain. Her screams lasts for around 2 minutes, before the smoking over her back disappears and her screams die into whimpers of pain, before ceasing altogether. She breaths shakily but doesn't move.
Tia Dalma leans over and, from the looks of it, checks the wound. When she has had a look, I make a quick glance before double taking. The wound looks exactly like all the others, just a laceration and nothing more. I look at Tia Dalma oddly and she begins to mix herbs together till she makes a fine paste. Rubbing it between her fingers, she looks at me and nods. I look at her in confusion. As she rubs the paste into the wounds, I see the bleeding stop and Jaz jerks in pain. I quickly push my hands onto her shoulders as she begins to move in what I assume pain as she begins biting her lip again. She winces and turns her head to the side, facing the wall. I feel her breathing extremely heavily. Sighing, I let her shoulders go and she doesn't move. Tia begins mixing more herbs and scatters them over the paste. They sink in and Tia's face seems to lighten slightly as they don't do anything, and she begins wrapping bandages over the wounds, before standing, taking the bowls, and leaving. Barbossa follows Tia out and I take a look over to Jaz, realise she's sleeping, and then leave the room.
Jaz's POV
I wake up slowly and am still facing the wall. It is still light outside, and in the room. I breathe slowly because I don't know the time, and I'm not sure if Barbossa is in the room with me or not. The door opens and I tense as the footfalls are heavy. They walk over to my bed, and I see a hand reach out towards my back. I snap my arm up and grab the person's wrist. They stop, and I sit up slowly and let go of his wrist. Turning over, I shuffle back into the wall, making sure to be careful of the wound.
"Don't touch my back or any part of me," I snarl slowly to the person who I can now identify as Barbossa.
"It has to be checked every hour, Jasmine," he growls.
"Not by you. What didn't you understand by don't touch me?" I hiss, beginning to stand.
A fresh shirt had been put on me, presumably by Tia. I stand and test my weight, making sure not to split my freshly scabbed wounds. I walk towards the door and Barbossa follows. Pulling my coat on, as I go my brown package hits me and I pull it out, unwrapping it as I go down the stairs. I lift the silver chain and let it hang in the air, before placing it in my hand. On the bottom of the chain is a round silver circle with a gap in the middle, which, if I remember correctly, holds an orange stone, although it isn't currently there. I sigh in frustration. The magic in the necklace, which had been passed down my mother's line, wouldn't work without the stone, which is why the two could be separated should the magical user need them to be. I don't know where my mother hid the other half. I stuff the necklace into my pocket and step off the last step, looking around for Tia downstairs. I see her back to us, holding an orange stone to the light, and I gasp in shock. She spins round.
"We need to talk," I hiss, fury crossing my face.
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