Only about two more chapters to go after this one! I want to thank you all so much for sticking with these stories over the past two years or so. I know I haven't been updating a lot but seeing you follow or favorite these warms my heart. Even if you are small in number, you make a writer extremely happy and even inspire them in their original works.
Oh, and get ready for some big stuff in this chapter! I admit I started to cry a bit while writing...
Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to Pirates of the Caribbean. I only own Abigail Unger and Sarah Williams.
Chapter 13: Time to Fly
Chapter 13: Time to Fly
The crew of the Dutchman began to outmatch her. Shaking out her left arm, Abby mirrored the look one of them was giving her (a snarl), ignoring the small cuts all over her body.
She took out a pistol and shot him and another before twirling around to stab another. She had a split second to regain her stamina, jumping up on her toes and sprinting across the deck soaked with blood and piled with corpses. More fights went down between Jones's men and from the East India Trading Company.
Yet another hand snatched her, pulling her short hair into their fist. The man, surprisingly not part of Flying Dutchman's crew, looked down at her as she arched her back. He held his blade to her throat. Something was off with the man. His eyes held regret at the blade drew blood. Noticing the vulnerability, Abby punched him in the nose. He staggered back and dropped the sword.
"You don't have to do this, you know," she gasped, standing back up straight. Her scalp ached from the man's grasp, but she lowered her sword, done with fighting. Backed up in a corner, the man widened his eyes, searching for an escape. "Why are you fighting?"
He avoided her eyes. "Because we need safe waters!"
Abby stepped closer till she was about a meter away. "No, not why the company is fighting - or at least what they tell you, but why are you fighting."
"I - I am ordered to. It's my duty," The man sputtered. His hat lopped sideways on his dark hair that pulled back into a low pony. Adrenaline spiked threw his body, causing it to shake. In all honesty she felt bad for him.
Abby rested the sword at her side. "Stop fighting then. Duty or not, you deserve to have a choice in it. You don't want to die do you?"
"No, ma'am!"
With the answer, Abby raised her hand up in surrender and stepped away. "I'm not going to hurt you. I want you to leave. Go down below and hide if you want." He didn't move. "Go!" He scrambled away, glancing at her as he went, looking for an entry way to the hull. Good. At least one less person will die today.
"Abby!" Elizabeth barreled toward her and nearly collapsed on the redhead. "Are you alright?"
"I should be asking you the same," Abby said, surveying Elizabeth. Fatigue occupied the woman, her chest heaving for air. She steadied her, keeping a sharp eye out for any attacks.
Elizabeth straightened, mirroring her. "You let that man go."
Abby nodded. "I did indeed. Some of these people don't even want to be here. Try to convince some of them, It can help calm things down."
"Are you sure?" Elizabeth narrowed her eyes, uncertain Abby's plan could work. "Would they even listen to us?"
"They would have to." She touched Elizabeth's arm lightly, reassuring her. "If it depends on their life they will listen. Get back over to the Pearl. We are becoming outmatched over there." The reassurance didn't life the uncertain gaze, but Elizabeth silently agreed and ventured back into the crowd.
A piece of wood and some cloth were shafted into a splint for Sarah's foot. She stood on it unsteadily seeing if it would make her able enough to go back up to the main deck.
"Do you think that's steady enough?" Ragetti asked, eyeing her foot. While Pintel searched for anything better, Ragetti helped Sarah tie her foot up.
"I think it will hold. Thank you." She snatched her sword up from the table and checked her pistol on her belt. She was ready. "I'm going back up."
Pintel gave her an uneasy look, "Good luck."
Sarah pursed her lips. "Thanks." She managed to get up the steps without difficulty. The rain hadn't settled down with she was in the hull, wetting her hair again. A navy man barreled past her to the stairs and she tripped them with her injured foot. He tumbled down the stairs just as she did, but instead he was out cold on the bottom. "Coward."
Her adrenaline kicked in as she swung her sword and jumped at a man covered in barnacles head to toe. It was obvious by the way he wobbled that his energy was draining. But it gave Sarah an advantage. The wood on the bottom of her foot landed on his abdomen and he stumbled. She sliced his large biceps and ignored the foul smell radiating from the flesh splitting open. Tai Huang came up behind and shoved his sword through his abdomen.
"Ah, Tai Huang!" She greeted as the fish fell limp on the ground. "So nice to see you!" He smiled back at her and scurried away. She always appreciated the man and hoped he wouldn't die.
Thunder crackled through the dark clouds, spouting more rain down on them. Sarah wiped her eyes humming some song while she danced around the deck, slicing more bodies open until she found herself yet again over on the Dutchman.
Abby helped Will finish off an opponent. "Thanks," he said, smoothing back his hair from his face. She didn't know how long nor did she him come over to the enemy ship. But she was grateful that he was.
"No problem."
He moved in front of her. Abby looked up, questioning him with her eyes. All she wanted to do was kiss him right there and then. It pulled at her like gravity, but she tried to fight it back. She already kissed him. She didn't need to do it again. Will occupying her mind every time he was near was both a blessing and a curse.
He leaned down to her, his lips locking with hers. She melted into the kiss, moving her free hand to his face, taking it all in. It was so memorizing that she forgot they were surrounded by a battle with human beings killing one another. She loved it.
When they broke apart, Abby nearly lost her balance. They were attacked a second afterwards. They both pounced on them, killing them instantly. Will pulled her close to him. "I think I'm in love with you."
She touched his face, feeling his stubble underneath her fingers. She drank in his features. "I think I am too."
His eyes lit up. "Great." She laughed at his wide, puppy like eyes as a smile spread across his face. He reminded her of a puppy when he did that.
She stood up on her toes and kissed him once more, letting her lips linger on his for a second more than she planned. "Remember our promise: stay alive." She readied her sword and swung again on the never ending competitions. Will stayed by her, distracting her some. She could have tried to block him out but she didn't want to. She couldn't wait for this to be all over.
Sarah swung her sword around her, not caring who she hit. The rain poured heavily onto her as it also stung her in the eyes. Her muscles ached while she continued dodging jabs and thrusts of the blades from her opponents. She was about to finish one off when the handle of her sword slipped from her hand and clattered onto the deck.
Screaming in frustration, she ducked and reached for her sword. The handle was almost firmly grasped in her hand when she felt something cut into her side. The grip on the sword loosened as Sarah glanced down to her lower abdomen to see a sword sticking out of it. She twisted her head around to catch a glimpse of the attacker.
He looked to be part of Beckett's crew but she had never seen him before. "Who are you?" She choked out. The man stepped forward till his chest was touching her shoulder. His foul breathe leaned in close to her ear.
"I know your secret, Sarah Williams," he whispered. "And you and your friend are nothing but a plague to us. A nuisance that should have never existed in this age."
He twisted the blade around in Sarah's side. A scream rippled through her throat as fire began to spread within her body, its flames tickling her insides. Sarah's head fell limp, her neck muscles giving out as all her energy was focused on her wound. The man triumphantly pulled his sword out from her side and laughed.
"Don't worry, I'll spare your friend," He laughed coldly, strutting away to kill more of her crew mates. Sarah would have answered back, but nothing came out but heavy breaths.
From afar, Abby turned her head in time to see the scene unravel before her eyes. She screamed Sarah's name after Jimmy Legs left and ran to her friend.
Will stopped her right before an opponent could hit Abby as she was only focused on her friend, forgetting about the battle happening at the time. He followed her eyes to see Sarah lying on the wet deck, blood soaking her shirt. Abby pulled away from Will's arm, tears following down with the rain, staring at the blood.
"No!" She cried, her voice hoarse, getting lost in the thunder of the waves crashing along the two ships. Abby's hands pressed against Sarah's side, trying to stop the bleeding. "You're going to be okay. You're going to be okay, Sarah."
Sarah groaned from the pain. "Stop!" She gasped as Abby pressed to hard against her side. "Just leave it alone!"
"No!" Abby protested. "I'm not going to let you die!"
Sarah's eyes barely widened as she saw a figure approach her friend. "Behind you."
Abby spun around to block this time, a soldier's, sword and cut his across his gut sending him to the ground. When she turned back around, Sarah's eyes were beginning to close. Abby smacked her friend. "No, stay awake!"
Sarah's blurry eyes slowly moved toward the figure at the corner of her vision that could only make out is bright red. It was the person who came to the golden age world with her. A lifelong friend that Sarah never intended to loose over bloody pirates and fate. A tear dripped down the side of her face.
The warmth of Abby's hand disappeared and Sarah could feel nothing else. Her body grew numb to the point where the only thing she could feel was that tear still trailing down her skin. Sarah tried to move her lips to tell her friend goodbye, but what she uttered was not a goodbye.
"Someone knows...kill them." Paralyzed by death that was coming too quick, Sarah could not move any of her limbs anymore. Her eyes slid shut. Her body relaxed to prepare her for life beyond.
"Sarah?" Abby shook her friend. "Sarah?" Tears poured down her cheeks rapidly as she watched the color leave from Sarah's skin. The blood was still coming from her side but was slowing down after Abby lifted her hands off of the wound. Staring down at the blood on her hands, fury built up inside Abby. Someone knew. Whoever killed Sarah knew their secret.