Pirates of the Caribbean- Attacks and Darkness

[Elizabeth Swann/Turner]

*elizabeth had been in a daze the past few days. She knew not if it could be Jack, for after all, it had been three years...but immediately she felt ashamed at herself for thinking such things, and she made sure she'd make time to visit Jack as soon as the next day approached.*

*She had no time though, for on the night Will went to look for Rose and Tobbs, a pounding came at the door. She opened it hastily and saw, in the shadows of the night, a few figures carrying a lifeless shape. The poundingg rain that had started before seemed to charge forth even harder now. Ushering them in, she looked worriedly at each of their faces when she saw Jack was the weak figure. Looking back to Will, she rushed upstairs with Abby and began preparing things for Jack as the others followed them up into a large room and placed Jack onto the bed that was neatle made by Abby.*

*Knowing Abby to be the best with health matters, she provided her with all she requested, and, as she made her way downstairs, provided blankets and towels as well as some warm tea for the drenched crew members.*

*Looking around, she noted someone was missing, but dismissed it aside for the time being as she heard her name being called by Abby for assistance once again, and when she saw Will there looking concernedly at Jack, seated upon one of the chairs that were in there, she squeezed his hand as she passed and offered a smile to him, then brought the things to Abby*

[Maria Maharet/Turner]

* Maria shook her head.*" No i'm sorry I 'aven't seen them since we've gotten off the ship.But we must find them." * Maria ran out of Sarah's room * " We should find them now."

[Arayel Montclaire]

[shadow=purple,left,300][glow=teal,2,300]*Arayel looked hard into the face of Barbossa as he stared down towards her and jack. She held the pistol steady in her hand her eyes colod and calculatting despit the spinning in her head.* I mean it mate, you move and I shoot, and at this range I doubt I'd miss. *She said menacingly, as some of the crew moved towards him with a rope. A chatering noise is heard and a monkey drops on the head of the nearest crewmeber from the rafters. while they are preoccupied fighting the creature off Barbossa slips away quietly. Arayel mutters a curse and turns towards Jack, cowering and huddled on the ground. She holstered her pistol and moved towards him gently. attempting to get him to rise, but he shrank away once more. The others crowded about him and she could see his aggitation growing steadily worse. * Easy now Capitaine. It's ok. We're here to help Jack. *She murmured softly attempting to calm him.* Give him some room, move back a bit... *She tried to tell the others, but their concern for the captain overrode anything she said and they continued to press in attempting to lift him. Arayel glanced nervously as Jack became more fidgety.* Really, he's in shock, give him some room, give him a moment! *She pleaded desperately but they heard her not. In his current state Arayel feared that Jack didn't recognize any of them at the moment. At best he was like a caged and cornered animal ready to lash out at any seconod., and the closer the crew penned him in the worse the effect became. Jack gave a cry, and blacked out. With a sigh, she helped them take Jack to the Turner's and watched as he was cleaned up.:

:When he woek with a start, she watched as Jack tried to fend them off, to no avail. Finally, as she suspected, the breaking point came, when Someone reached out and laid there hand on the captains shoulder.* NO! Don't touch him! *She screamed too late...*[/glow][/shadow]

:Jack hit the nearest crewman with the candle holder, and down they went. But it was dropped a second later, as did Jack:

[Jack Sparrow]

Jack woke up, then immediatly wondered where he was. He was....indoors?:

:He opened his eyes just a little. And saw diffrent people near him. moving around. He also saw a new woman nearby. He looked at her a second then turned away. Someone was putting something warm on him. A cloth and water. He flinched, and pulled away. Something inside of him snapped:

:He jumped from his chair quickly, looking around for something to defend himself, still completly unaware that he was safe. His eyes landed on a long steel pole that had a candle holder on top. He took that in his hands and backed towards the door, noting the paniced look on the people's faces:

"Don-t--come--near--me...." He got out. He wasn't sure where he was just yet. "Don't --touch--me..." He moved away unsteadily. Someone spoke to him. The voice was familar but he didn't change. His eyes had a feral look in them. He wanted to live. :

:A crewman came forward, trying to help..but Jack's eyes were wild now, and he used the steel rod of the candle holder to defend himself. It wasn't a fatal blow, just enough to knock a person out....:

:The world spun wildly and Jack's eyes flickered. He blinked and dropped the candle holder. He couldn't hold onto it. He looked down, realized that he couldn't even hold onto that, and started to shake. Jack's eyes moved towards the people in the room. His mind registered them as enemies.:

"Don't...." He got out and just blacked out again:
:Elizabeth had been shocked, and sighed when Jack fell over again. Abigail and Elizabeth got to work, trying to clean him up. it wasn't a pretty sight:

:Jack had gotten beaten.........badly. It looked as if at least one rib was broken, from the bruise on his side...his wrist was broken. This was bound up quickly. Various cuts and bruises could be found pratically everywhere.....Abigail's hands bandaged them up as well as any docter could. A gash wound it's way from his temple to his cheek. Elizabeth tried of course to clean the blood from his beard, but finally just gave up and shaved the beard off:

:His face was washed clean, the kohl from his eyes was gone, as were the hairbeads now, and his hair was tied back in a ponytail. Jack had reamined sounded blacked out and feverish as all of this was done. Finally....about a hour later...when it was over...Jack wasn't recognizable as himself. He looked pale, weak, and almost...respectable? No.....he looked vulnerable.:

:Elizabeth sighed and hlped a few of the crew move him into a bed, and covered him, then turned to Abigial:"Do you think he'll be alright?"

:Abigail sighed: "If he makes it through teh night...he's got a good chance of living Miss....but honestly...not sure why he's still breathing....by all accounts...he should be dead..."

:Jack's eyes opened just slighty...enough to hear what Elizabeth said, and head the word "dead" and truly thought he was:

[Victoria Brighton]

*Tobbs grinned again as she clashed swords with Clarion. She made a quick move and slashed him in the shoulder.*

"Ye cant be messin wit Jack Sparra or 'is crew! That be tamperin' wit danger itself!"

*She made a lunge and knocked his hat off, but slipped on the wet streets due to the rain that had begun to pour. She looked up and saw Clarion standing abover her, his saber held up high, ready to strike, when she saw...that man again? She knew her end was near now, but all of a sudden, he knocked Clarion down with a thud and vanished from sight.*

*She started getting up when Clarion grabbed her leg and was again about to strike, and as quick as she could, she drove her saber into his torso, the rain now as bullets driving hard into the ground. As she looked down upon him, he grinned before gasping once, then going limp.*

*Wiping her forehead, she looked around her and sighed with relief. It seemed Jack had been taken to the Turners quickly, and the others were dealing with the other who tried killing and torturing Jack. She made her way to the Turners, shivering as the rain continued.*

*When she went inside, a foot man handed her a blanket, and, smiling to him, she looked around for Jack. Hmm...he wasnt anywhere in sight...mayhap someone could help? A maid nearby pointed to a door up the stairs, and, as if the door held something inside in which sh wished desperately to see but was afraid it would again delay her somehow, she walked slowly up and placed her cold fingers upon the handle.*

* As she entered, she saw Abigail and Elizabeth beside a neat little bed, hushing themselves as they saw her enter, and upon it was...she gasped and her knees almost gave way, for there was Jack, weak and pale, his tired face so solemn. She walked sowly over, her eyes never leaving Jack, and she knelt down beside him, her hand now upon his cheek as a tear streamed down her own. She wanted to bury her head in his shoulder and cry, but she couldnt, she wouldnt, for she wished not to even disturb his closed eyes or his silent self. For a moment, she just listened to him breathing, so happy he was alive. Then, knowing he needed to be cared for, she smiled ever so softly and brushed her lips on his forehead and kissed it before standing and walking silently to the door, looking back at him once more. *

*As she closed the door behind her softly, she could not hold back the tears. Grasping the railing, she muffled back a sob and closed her eyes. She felt as if her heart had a gash in it, and it hurt deeply even to move. She began to blame herself for everything, for not eing there when needed, for not seeing this all, for being delayed, for not telling Norrin...NORRINGTON!!! He'd not seen this! He'd let a spy weave through! He'd believed Jack did this!! He didnt prevent it!*

*Now mateys, ye'd think Tobbs was being hard on the Commodore, but after all, look at the situation yerself and ye'd might understand what she was going through. As she gripped the bars, all of her anger, all of her temper, everything that held her back from bursting seemed to break al at once. Her eyes glowed with the fires of rage. Anyone who knew Tobbs would kow not to be the object of any of her anger, and those who only saw it usually learned a mighty lesson. *

*Gritting her teeth, she barged down the stairs, not even glancing at those she passed, her face set so tat all who saw it would even step aside and raise a brow. Opening the door and charging down the streets, she headed for the one place she'd know he'd be...to the fort...*

*As she made her way to an open area that was roofed, she saw a group of red huddled around a fewthings upon a wooden table, seeming to be discussing it and studying it.*

*Pushing past the guards so hard that they fell over, she made straight for Norrington, who could only look up before being slammed against the wall, Tobbs's hands gripping his neck in a death grasp, glaring coldly at him as if the very core of her rage had been showing through her eyes.*

"Bloody twit! Jack didnt do it, 'e never did it! Twas one 'o yer spies, yer blazin' navy officer Clarion and 'is little group 'o men!"

*Her grasp tightened as she felt the officers behind her trying to pull her off.*

"We kept away from Port Royale, we guarded it, we 'elped it, and this is 'ow we're repayed! By 'avin' our Capn, by 'avin the person dearest to me 'urt when 'e's innocent? Ye fool! Ye bloody fo-"

*But, Tobbs couldnt finish her sentence, for something slammed against her head where she'd been wounded before, and she winced and muttered something. She'd forgoten how Norry had always had a counter attack, and as she looked down, she saw her own sword in his hand, the hilt pointed to her head. Giving one last squeeze, she collapsed to the floor in utter darkness, the only sound being made was a light thud and a soft sigh.*

*Norry looked down at her as he rubbed his neck.*

"Take this las to the Turners and tell them, if they wish to keep her out of prison, they best be housing her, or she'll be sent to a nice little cell for her actions."

*They stared at him in shock, but nodded and followed his orders exactly.*

[Will Turner]

*Will was running down an ally way, peering through the darkness and sudden rain when someone bumped into him, knocking him back just a bit. He gasped when he saw it was Tobbs and he grabbed her shoulders and smiled.* Oh good you're alright! For the most part. *He said patting her shoulder. She told him everything he knew and he listened with a sadness and a shock. Then when Arayel brought up the poisoning he nodded slowly and frowned.* I thought so. He was beat too sometime in the night. *He said, adding to the list of things that had sadly happened to their Captain. Then they were off again and his heart both leapt and sank when he saw the scene before them. They'd found Jack that was for sure, but how he was still alive Will had no idea. Tobbs instructed everyone to get him back to Will's house while she handled things with Clarion. Will nodded but refused to leave without at least doing one thing to this bastard who had nearly killed his dear friend. He walked up to the man who was now rather afraid at being outnumbered and grabbed him by the collar. Punching him once in face hard enough to break his nose and make it bleed Will cursed him.* You're going to die for what you've done. Tobbs won't stop until your dead. You can mark my words. *He growled then helped the others bring the near lifeless Jack back to the house. It hurt Will to see Jack strugle time after time to get away from them. How could he have forgotten his own friends, his own crew? It had brought tears to his eyes to see Jack crouch up before they rescued him, afraid and rhything in pain. He'd never seen Jack this way and hadn't a clue of how to handle himself. As Elizabeth and Abigail began to wash him up, Will stood nearby and watched. Then jumped startled when Jack leaped up, afraid and confused once again, and knocked out one of his crew with a candleholder.* Jack no! *Will cried rushing towards him but Jack passed out again and fell to a heap on the floor. Then when Abigail said the words "If he makes it through the night..." Will glarred at her. Between clenched teeth he looked at Jack and spoke slowly but firmly.* He will make it through the night. I don't know how but I'm damn well not going to let him die like this! *As they finished cleaning him up Will couldn't stand to be in the room any longer. As he started to walk through the doorway he saw James peering in at Jack. His eyes filled with sadness and his cheeks stained with tears. He looked up slowly at Will, his lip trembling.* Daddy, is Jack going to die? *He choked. Will knealt down and stroked his sons cheek.* No, he's just sick right now James. But he's going to get better son. *Will said, his voice quivvered. Then James pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to Will. It was a necklace made from yarn and black circled beads. James smiled a little.* I made it with Catherine last night. Those are suppose ta be black pearls for Mr. Jack to have to go with his ship. I was gonna give it to him but he seems mad. *James said, looking at Jack again. Will grabbed his son and pulled him into a tight hug then he pulled away, stood up, and patted James on the head.* Why don't you go give it to him. *Will said. James slipped quietly into the room then walked up to Jack who was lying passed out on the bed. He softly slipped the obviously child made necklace around the mans neck then patted Jack on the head.* You'll be okay Mr. Jack. *James said, then walked out of the room and into his room. Will sighed then just sat down on the edge of Jacks bed, when he heard a knock on the door downstairs. He got up and rushed to the door and swung it open, only to find Tobbs with a couple of guards standing on the doorstep. He raised a brow at what the guards had to tell him then he grabbed ahold of Tobbs.* I'll house her here, thank you for bringing her back. *Will said, honestly grateful. He looked at Tobbs for a moment then helped her upstairs and let her sit down in a chair next to Jacks bed.*

-Clarion-
*Clarion smiled happily as Barbossa finished the beating with Jack. Clarion didn't want Jack dead but he didn't want him to suffer greatly, and that was happening exactly like he had hoped, and in fact better. As he was about to go in at Jack again a group of people rushed towards them and Will grabbed him, punching him in the face. Clarion cried out as his nose broke and he stumbled back. Then the group took off with Jack and he was rushed by Tobbs. He drew his sword and they put up an amazing fight. Then she slashed him in the shoulder.* You little twit! *He growled, then she slipped in the street due to the rain and he laughed then raised his saber high in the air.* I did really enjoy torturing your captain. *He said grinning, as if to play with her head. Then he started to bring the saber down on her when someone knocked him down and fled. As she started to rise he grabbed her leg and was ready to strike again when she suddenly rolled over and drove her sword through his torso. He let out a gasp, looking down at his belly. He looked up at her, his eyes cold and cruel then he just grinned, gasped once more, then fell over dead. And there he laid until he was retrieved by a couple guards and buried in an unmakred grave on a hillside.*

[Sarah Fleming]

Sarah heard some noise from a room down the hall as she and Maria quickly left Sarah's room. Hang on Maria, I think I hear something...Sarah pushed a bedroom door open to see Elizabeth, Abigail, and Tobbs all staring at someone in the bed. Sarah quietly entered the room and found some where next to Elizabeth where she could see who it was. Who is...Sarah drew back and gasped as she saw Jack's pale, tired face. Jack! Elizabeth, what...what happened!? Sarah ran to Jack's side and put her hand on his forehead. Oh he's so cold!

[Maria Maharet/Turner]

* As Maria ran downstairs with Sarah they saw people crowding aroun the bed. When they cleared she noticed it was Jack. Face pale as a ghost. when Sarah said he was cold maria dropped to her knees. She couldn't belive it. She looked at his side and noticed he had been injured badly.She got up and ran by his side taking his face in her hands. She stared him straight in the eyes but she saw no reponse.She then whipered softly* " Jack?....."

[Captain Morgan Barbossa]

(OOC: Hope you don't mind me NPCing you a bit Jacqueline! If you do, too bad )

~Barbossa

::Barbossa was just about to congratulate Clarion on the success of his plan, when suddenly the door burst open, and several of Jack's old friends rushed into the room. They gasped when they saw Jack's crumpled form on the ground, but the looks on their faces at the site of the two men standing over him were of both shock and dread::

::There was Clarion, a man who they had always believed to be on the side of good, hoovering over their unconscious captain with blood-stained clothes and hands::

::And then there was Barbossa, a man that most people had thought to be long dead by now, standing right before their very eyes, alive as any one of them::

::For a moment, no one spoke. There was nothing anyone could have said to explain the situation. Finally, Barbossa, who had been eyeing the window for the past few minutes, made a dash for it. Someone pulled out their pistol and fired at him when he moved, shooting him in the arm. Regardless of the pain that he was still not quite used to feeling again, he dove through the window and landed on the soft grass outside. He looked back, unable to help feeling a bit cowardly for leaving Clarion on his own, but strated running again as bullets began flying at his feet::


::Barbossa checked around the corner again, making sure he was alone in the dark alley way. He tightened the make-shift tourniquet around his arm, which had almost stopped bleeding now, and stepped out into the street::

::It had been hours since he had escaped from Jack's crew, hiding in the alley until he was certain the coast was clear. Now here he was, wandering the deserted streets of Port Royal (stumbling a bit from blood loss), trying to find his way back to the docks::

::Suddenly, a shadowy figure moved out in front of him, and put a cold hand over his mouth. Barbossa's eyes went wide, but he didn't move a muscle. Then the person spoke::

"It was awful rude o' ye ta leave me behind at the tavern, Morgan..." ::There was a tone of laughter in the woman's voice, and Barbossa relaxed a bit, recognizing her::

"Ah, Jacqueline, it's good ta see ye mate. Look, there was a bit o' an...incident back at the fort, and I need ta get outta 'ere. Fast. I thought I knew me way back ta the Cutlass, but... AH, me arm!" ::He had tried to point out the direction in which he believed the doks where, having forgotten about his wound. He threw his other hand up to his arm, and Jacqueline noticed the cloth wrapped around it. Her eyes narrowed, and she began to wonder how safe it was to be around this man for long, but her voice didn't reveal that she was frightened::

"Actually, Barbossa, the docks are in the completely opposite direction... Ye don't come 'ere often, do ye?" ::She grinned, and began leading the feverish Captain toward his ship. They kept in the shadows, cautiously checking around every corner until they finally reached the Cutlass::

[Jack Sparrow]

:To all his crew's voices...Jack was deaf. He didn't feel their hands, nor understand their voices. If he did hear them he pretended not to for fear of being injured once more. Out of sheer stress and exhaustion, he feel asleep:

:Jack stirred a bit in the night. He could hear people talking in hushed voices around him. He figured he must be dead, and he was surrounded by ghosts or something:

;When he finaly opened his eyes, he didn't recognize where he was....nothing seemed familar. He couldn't figure out....fear came over him. His last clear memeories were of being beaten. He started up, and winced. His side hurt. he touched his side, and felt that it was bruised and aching. He could feel the injuries on his body, and grew paniced:

:It was night...he could feel a cooling breeze, but his mind was over worked...and his drugged mind was playing tricks on him. He was certain he was back in prison. Jack's eyes roved the dimly lit room. There was someone else in the room with him, and he shrank back againest the headboard of the bed.:

:He slipped out of the bed slowly, to scared to stay a moment longer. But he bumped into the nightstand next to the bed, and a porcelion water pitcher fell to the ground with a loud crash. Jack lept back, and tumbled onto the bed, looking wildly around for a escape:

[Victoria Brighton]

*Tobbs felt herself being carried some point in the night, and, one time she even opened her eyes and saw someone carrying her with others by his side, but twas all, she didnt care about living anymore, she just wanted to sink in the ground.*

*She began wondering what being a stone was like as she closed her eyes. Mayhap it easily heard secrets of others? Or was it just kicked around?

*She felt someone nudging her and she re-opened her eyes to see Will before her and the officers beside her. One placed her on her feet and Will let her lean a bit on him. Muttering at the officers and sending them a cold glare, she watched the door slam. When they entered Jack's room, she immediately fell silent and a tear slid down her cheek.*

*As she curled up upon the couch, she leaned her head on its arm rest, letting a light rest befall her. Twas a few hours later when a cool breeze rustled her hair ever so slightly and the moonlight entered through a window. She was about to dismiss it when she heard a loud crash and immediately it made her flutter her eyes open and sit up.*

*She saw the porcelain basin in pieces on the ground and a bewildered Jack. Immediately she was by his side, wanting to add comfort to him yet not wanting to scare him, so, brushing the basin a bit over, she smiled up at him.*

"Jack, it be me, Tobbs, Victoria. Tis all right, no worries, yer alright, yer in the Turner 'ouse. No one'll get ye whilst Im around, ye dont 'ave to worry, for Ill not be goin anywhere."

*She smiled again softly and looked up in his eyes, trying to search for something familiar to add, something to calm his spirit and give him something to hold onto.*

*Knowing that it might not be well to even hold his hand to give recognition, she sighed sadly and gave a grin. Quietly, she began picking the pieces of the basin up, another tear streaming down her cheek, then another, and another. She placed it into a small pillowcase and tied it, then placed it outside of the door. She reshut it softly so not to wake anyone and looked back to Jack, who still seemed worried. She went to the bed side once more and knelt down, her watery eyes and tear streamed face happy to see him alive, happy to know he was there, happy he was even awake. She promised to always protect him or give her life up from there on out, and, giving one last smile, she went back to the chair that was near and curled up in it.*

[Jack Sparrow]

:Jack watched the person in front of him. She was talking to him....she seemed to know who he was, but he didn't say a single thing. He wasn't sure who she was:

:He watched her pick the broken porcelin up, and when she went to sit down again, he looked around again, half expecting somone to come in and yell at him for breaking it. Or hurt him. Jack curled up on himself, hiding his face in his arms:

:A soft sound......a sort of sob broke out from the huddled figure on the bed. It was a strange sound.....coming from Jack. Like a child fearful of a nightmare really...more then anything. He was lost in his own mind:

[Arayel Montclaire]

[shadow=purple,left,300][glow=teal,2,300]*Arayel was walking aimlessly about the halls, to worried to sleep when she heard a loud crash come from Jacks room. She hurried through the halls and saw the pillowcase outside the door, eyeing it quizically, she knocked gently and opened the door.* Is all well in here? *She said softly. Seeing Tobbs curled up in a chair and Jack lying in a little ball on the bed. A soft sobbing sound came from him and it wrenched her heart to see this normally strong man reduced to such. She steped softly into the room looking at it's inhabitants worriedly*[/glow][/shadow]

[Victoria Brighton]

*Tobbs tried closing her eyes, tried blinking the tears back, then tried again. She finally proved successful when her heart skipped a beat, she opened her eyes quickly, and she felt shattered inside. For twas Jack's sob that had almost broken her heart.*

*She again was immediately by his bedside and, wanting desperately to do somethin, anything, she could only wipe the tears from her cheeks.*

*She felt broken, shattered, everything was falling apart. She tried to tell herself all would be well, but she couldnt anymore, she couldnt hold on to hopes. She'd done this all, twas she and she alone. She decided she'd sit there all night, no matter what.*

*She heard the door open slightly and Arayel peek in. She tried to manage a smile and nod her head, hoping it wouldnt startle Jack. She worriedly glanced at him then to Arayel, then pointed to the broken basin as an explanation.*

[Jack Sparrow]

:Jack's head snapped towards the door when it opened and he crouched in the shadows on the bed, his eyes looking from one person to the other:

:Hurriedly he wiped his eyes. He looked so strange now. it was probably a good thing there wasn't a mirror in the room now. Jack might have scared himself silly. He didn't have his beard anymore...no more kohl around his eyes.:

: Oddly enough he looked sort of like Will now.....only his eyes were so much larger and frightened. He looked towards the candle that was burning nearby and then at window where moonlight trickled in:

:He looked at the person who was crying and felt bad at once for breaking the porcelin. He looked s if he wanted to apoligize for it, but couldn't say it. He reached down to picked up a small piece that was left, and inhaled sharply;

:His wrist was broken. He looked at it quizzically then to the other people, as if to ask what had happened: