The True Story of Aaron and Saber

[Saber & Kat Tompson]

omg!!! Its friggin' done! Took me like three days to work out in my mind... and then 5 hours to type... so I hope you bloody like it mates! Oh I use a french word in this, and the translation will be at the bottom of the post that it's in. I'm gonna do this in chunks so that I dont freak out the computer... The story is 11 bloody pages long in Word!

*Disclamier - I do use foul launguage in this, as well as some disturbing descriptions. (not as bad as it could be but...) So any guests or members who read this... don't say I didn't warn you.

Saber sat in the dark of her grief and of the night. Her world was in pieces, and she didn’t know if they would ever be able to be put back together. The stars however went on in their courses above. She knew. She could see them through the hole in the roof. A cry startled her, and groaning, Saber left her spot sitting against the wall and crawled over to the small pile of rags in the corner. Picking up the small bundle that lay there she rocked it in her arms.
“Hey… hey Cate, shhh, we need to be quiet.” The infant quieted down at the sound of her mother’s voice, and simply whimpered a little as she looked into the tired draw face that looked down on her. After nursing the child Saber set her down again and resumed her seat by the wall. Suddenly she was attacked by another coughing spell. Doubling over from pain she tried to keep quiet so as not to wake her child, the poor fatherless girl who would grow up into who knows what, if she even survived at all. Slowly Saber again crawled over to the rags and lay down next to Cate. Stroking the soft baby cheek with her forefinger, Saber managed a smile. If nothing else, she was proud to have brought new life into the world. Although as she contemplated their future, she wasn’t so sure that bring a child into that harsh world was a good thing.
Several months ago, Saber couldn’t remember how long, she had been living the high life of a pirate. Sailing on the dangerous and fabled Black Pearl under the Mutinous Captain Morgan Barbossa. Only Barbossa had known her secret, after all it wouldn’t do to tell too many men that she was a girl. Unfortunately, Saber was young, and a girl’s head can be turned by compliments, glances and words in the dark. And now she lay sick in Tortuga, with a child that never should have been. Barbossa hadn’t thrown her off the Pearl when he found out that Saber was bearing his child. In fact Saber doubted that he even knew at all. After Saber had found out, she realized her dilemma, and tired to hide it as long as she could. When it became impossible she slipped ship one night in Tortuga… and was never heard of again. She had found a dirty, half torn down house to stay in, and earned her bread by serving as a barmaid in a tavern. Wearing a dress and keeping her face down, she hoped she would never be recognized by anyone. The fates looked kindly on the seventeen year old girl and allowed her to stay out of notice and out of mind. When the time came for her child to be born, Saber managed to find a woman to help her, and Cate was successfully brought into the cold and dangerous world of Tortuga. Saber grew terribly sick, and found she couldn’t work anymore. With no food or money she holed herself up in her “house” and took care of her daughter. Sometimes at night she would sneak out, and steal or beg whatever food she could, but she could never be gone long or Cate would awake and cry. Saber never sold her self again, even though she knew it would be an easy way of making money; she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. Cate was born out of a dangerous infatuation, but it had been something like love nonetheless.
Cate was now six weeks old, and Saber felt herself giving way. She knew if she didn’t get help soon, she would die. And then what would become of her daughter? Caressing her daughters light curls Saber vowed she would try to take Cate somewhere safe the next morning, even if it killed her in the process.

Saber awoke the next morning to the sound of crying. Sighing heavily she sat up and took Cate in her arms. After nursing her, Saber felt around in her pouch for a crust of bread. She had saved it, and now ate it. If she was going to go into the streets of Tortuga, caring a child, she would need all the strength she could get. Standing up shakily she dusted herself off, and picked up a piece of blanket. At this point Saber had not yet adopted her classic look. She was wearing a torn black skirt, a white shirt, and a black corset on top of that. The last time she had worked at the tavern, a man had grabbed her by the back of her shirt and ripped it, so now it fell off of her shoulders. Throwing the blanket around herself she picked up Cate and made her way out into the street. Tortuga was a den of pirates, vagabonds, thieves, and murders. At night it was one of the most dangerous places in the whole Caribbean, during the day it was hardly any better. Although most of the people were sleeping off the effects of the night before, there were still men drinking and fighting in the early morning. Saber kept her head down and started to head towards the more decent part of town. If their really was one… That was where her mother had lived before she had married a pirate. The slightly more decent part of the town was up on a hill, and it held the more business like swindlers and their sometimes legitimate families. Saber didn’t know if she would be able to get help there or not, but it was worth a try. Unfortunately to get to that part of town one had to go right through the worst part of town. As Saber neared the seedier pubs she saw there were more and more men loitering about. She avoided making eye contact with any of them, even though some of them called to her and whistled. Clutching her child to herself she plowed her way forward ignoring the cat calls and comments. Suddenly she saw a group of about four men ahead of her. They were strolling down the middle of the street talking and laughing loudly. As the two parties met Saber tried to go around them, but they blocked her way.
“Well look here my friends” One of the men called loudly in a heavy French accent. “I haven’t seen this pretty little garce* before.” He said reaching out to chuck Saber under the chin. Saber dodged his touch and tired to push her way through. Again they blocked her way and they surrounded her. They began to pull her hair and try to lift her skirt. They laughed at her futile attempts to make them stop.
“Please… Please… just let me go.” Saber pleaded with them.
“Paul what do you think? She we let this hussy through our bit of town?” The one with the French accent asked a man with dark blond hair.
“I say we make her pay us something, and then we let her go.” Paul said coming up behind Saber, and grabbing her around her waist, tried to kiss her on the neck. Still grasping Cate, Saber shrieked and reaching back clawed at the man’s face. It must have done some good because he dropped her and yelling put his hand to his face. Saber fell to the ground and managed to stop herself with her hand before she crushed her child. She crouched there and listened as the man swore and cursed her. Then he kicked her hard in the back and she curled up to protect Cate. All four of the men began to beat and tease her. They ripped the blanket from her, exposing her bear shoulders and upper back. One of them grabbed her by her hair and yanked her upright. Saber screeched and let go of Cate, leaving her there on the ground. The man who grabbed her, she thought she overheard the Frenchman call him Simon, held her from behind around her bare shoulders and caressed her, passionately kissing her neck. Her torn shirt fell further down, revealing more skin then Saber preferred.
“Stop it please! God somebody help me!” She screamed and struggled as best she could. But this sort of thing happened all the time in Tortuga. No one cared when a girl was molested in the street. Saber felt her strength going, and just hoped that someone would find Cate in the street, and bring her up. Suddenly a clear dark voice sounded close by.
“Let that girl go.” They all turned to look and Saber gasped. A young man, probably not that much older then her, stood with a pistol trained on the Frenchman.
“Ah Aaron, yore just in time to enjoy…” The Frenchman began.
“Javert, you heard me… get your filthy carcass out of here before I shoot you through the head.”
“But Aaron, mate… I don’t understand. Wot’s made you go soft all of a sudden? We have just as much right to have as much fun as you do.”
“Yes… but if you notice I never hurt a girl or force her to do anything. Now beat it!” Aaron said taking a step closer and cocking his pistol.
Javert and the others had no choice but to go. Simon let go of Saber but purposely brushed his hand across her chest as he did so. Paul and the other man also made their little touches as they passed by. When the little group was about ten paces away Javert turned and sneered at Aaron.
“Just because you have a gun now doesn’t mean you’ll have it later boy. I’ll Pay you back for today, mark my words.” He spit on the ground, and then stalked off with his friends into the nearest tavern.
Saber pulled her shirt back onto her shoulders and bent down to pick up Cate. The child, miraculously enough, was sleeping. Lifting her up Saber let her tears fall. Turning she noticed that the man who had saved her was still standing there, looking at her. Saber lowered her eyes.
“Thank you Mr.…” She began with a whisper.
“Aaron… Aaron Fletcher.” He said smiling, all the while though he looked at her anxiously. Was she really alright? He knew what Javert and his friends did to women, and while he couldn’t exactly say he was a saint himself, he knew no one could accuse him of treating his women badly. Except when he broke their hearts and threw them away… but at least he didn’t physically hurt them… right? Saber nodded,
“Then thank you Mr. Fletcher for saving me. Now if you’ll excuse me I have to be going.” Saber turned, and taking a few steps forward, promptly fainted in the middle of the street. Aaron was right there and caught her as she fell.
“Bloody ell… this girl’s as light as a feather… I bet she hasn’t really eaten in days.” He muttered to himself as he picked her up and carried her off the road. “Oh god…” he breathed. “She’s got a kid.” He said struggling to hold both of them at once. Setting them both down in an ally way, he sat down next to them. Pillowing Saber’s head on his knees, he took up Cate and held her.
“Poor devils…” He thought to himself. Looking down at Saber, he smiled. She looked so restful… so peaceful... so beautiful… Shaking his head he pushed his thoughts from his mind. No he never would take advantage of an unconscious girl. Instead He sat there thinking of ways he could help her and waited till she woke up.
Saber awoke and stared around in confusion. He eyes focused on Aaron and with a jolt she remembered what had happened. Quickly she scrambled up and looked about for her baby. Aaron slowly stood up and handed the child to its frantic mother.
“Thank you again…Mr.”
“Please call me Aaron.”
“Well then thank you Aaron, once again, but I really have to be going.” Saber turned and started away again. Aaron quickly got in front of her and stopped her.
“Ah no… you are sick. You coughed constantly while you were lying there, and you look as if you haven’t had a scrap of bread in at least three days.”
“That’s not exactly true.” Saber murmured remembering the crust she had eaten that morning. “But please, I have to go. Let me pass.”
“Look I don’t think you realize the situation. I don’t now where you are going or what you have to do… but I think it can wait till tomorrow.” Aaron said taking a step back and swinging his hand over the town. The worst of Tortuga sat right in front of them, and night was beginning to fall. Saber gasped, she must have been out longer then she thought. “I know that you really have no reason to trust me, but at least let me escort you home. I have a feeling that Javert and his pals are probably waiting in the nearest tavern for you to walk by.” Aaron said grimly.
“No…” Saber said quietly. “I don’t want to go home. I was trying to get to some help in the… well more decent part of town. There’s nothing for me back there but death.” Saber said lowering her head. Aaron ran his hand through his messy white blond hair. He was not going to let this girl just go off by herself trying to find help. Especially not in the condition she was in.
“Alright… if I can’t take you home… then where would you like me to take you?”
“Can you take me up the hill?” Saber asked hopefully. Aaron winced. He had been afraid of this. He pushed his hair out of his face and sighed.
“No… actually… I can’t.” He sighed and saw how disappointed Saber looked. “Let me explain… My father is one of the Big shots who are behind this town… He banished me into the lower streets… and if I’m caught up there… I’ll probably be killed. Besides…” He snorted “I only have one pistol to protect myself… and it’s not even loaded.”
Saber stared in amazement.
“If those men hadn’t let go of me… what would you have done then?” She said sudden realization coming over her.
“Well I knew that Javert would choose life over you… not to say you’re not worth anything… I mean that’s wot he thinks… I don’t think that… I mean…” He sighed. “I have a small place down by the docks. It has two rooms. If you come with me I’ll put you up for the night, and maybe tomorrow I can get you up to the big houses, alright?”
Saber hesitated… she had already been hurt today… but then Aaron had saved her hadn’t he? And if he really wanted to take advantage of her, he could have done it while she was out, right? Looking at his dark blue eyes through his almost white hair, Saber felt for some reason she could trust him. She slowly smiled shyly and nodded.
“We have an accord Mr. Fletcher.”
“Aaron.”
“Right… Aaron.”

(*translation - ermm... it means B*tch in french)

[Saber & Kat Tompson]

Saber awoke the next morning feeling refreshed and rested for the first time in months. She also felt hungry… but that was soon remedied. A knock on the door, startled her but then getting off the cot that was in the corner of the room she stood up and said
“Come in.”
Aaron walked in with a small plate and two tankards. Setting them down, on a small table he looked at his young charge and smiled.
“Did you have a good night’s sleep?” He asked her
“Oh yes… the best in ages.”
“Good I’m glad to hear that.” Aaron didn’t mention that he had spent half the night taking care of Cate, so Saber could rest. “Anyway, I’ve got some breakfast.”
The two of them sat down on the cot and began to eat the small meal of bread and cheese. Aaron also picked up the tankards and handed one to Saber.
“You know… this is kind of ironic, but I don’t even know yore name.”
“They call me Saber.” Saber said looking doubtfully at the liquid in the mug.
“Saber eh? Nice name… so how did you get that?”
“Oh… before I had Cate I was a pirate… and my skills with that weapon were decent enough. By the way what is this?” She asked holding out the mug.
“Oh… its rum… what else did you think it would be?”
“Rum… ah…” Saber set the tankard down. “I don’t drink.” Aaron almost spit the mouthful of rum he had just put into is mouth all over the room. He coughed and sputtered and put his own cup down.
“You… you what?” He stared at Saber in amazement. “You were a pirate, and yet you don’t drink?” Saber shrugged and went on eating. “Well anyway, if you want to go to the big houses… then we better leave now.” Aaron said standing up and walking towards the door. Saber looked up in surprise and stood up herself.
“But… I thought you said you would be killed if you went up there.”
“So I did.” Aaron said opening a trunk and pulling a pistol and a long hunting knife out. He turned and strapping them to his belt smiled down at Saber. “I may get killed, but at least yore little one will get the help she needs.”
Saber thought about this for a moment. This boy, for he couldn’t be over 19 years old, had already risked his life to save her. And now he was willing to do it again.
“Why do you want to do this?”
Aaron caught himself just in time before he blurted “Because yore beautiful.” Instead he simply smiled and shrugged.
“I’m not so sure I’m ready to go up there just yet Aaron. One nights rest and one good meal doesn’t exactly make a person better.” Saber said looking at the floor. There was no way she was going to allow this handsome young man die, just so she could get some help.
“So do you want to stay here till you are feeling up to it?” Aaron asked almost sighing with relief.
“If it’s alright with you?”
“Of course it is.”
The two of them stood there uncomfortably for a bit and then both were startled by the sound of Cate crying.
“I’ll get her.” They both said at once. Laughing they went to get her together, and as Saber scooped her up Aaron asked,
“So wot’s her name?”
“Cate.”
“Cate…” Aaron said smiling and touched the baby’s fair head. Cate had been his mother’s name.

Three months passed, and Saber was once again her old self. Instead of her black tattered skirt, she now looked as she does now. Cate was also healthy and growing into a fine little girl. Saber knew that the time had come to thank Aaron for his hospitality and leave. She hated to do it, but she knew it mush be done. She had grown rather fond of her benefactor and friend, and knew that he had also grown fond of at least Cate, if not Saber herself. Still they had been living on his charity long enough. Sure Saber did her part, working in the tavern across the way, but she still felt uncomfortable about sharing a house with a man who never touched her. In all of those three months Aaron had never touched her, and had barely spoken to her without getting her permission first. Also, unbeknownst to Saber, he had given up his wild way of living from the day she came through his door. He hadn’t touched, smiled to, or even thought about another girl since he had met her. That night, as he came through the front door, Saber met him with her usual smile. However he knew something was wrong. Her eyes looked sad and she seemed to be getting up the courage to say something.
“Aaron… I just want to … to thank you for taking care of me like this…”
“Haven’t I told you before that there is no need to thank me?” He said smiling down into her bright blue eyes.
“Oh but there is! You’ve done so much, you saved my life the day we met, and you’ve helped me to keep living.” Saber sighed “But I really… really think its time for me to be moving on…”
Aaron took a step back in surprise. What? What was she saying? No… she couldn’t leave… he would make her stay… but no, that would go completely against what he had been practicing those past three months. He stared as Saber brought out some money from her pouch and held it towards him.
“Its not much I know… But I need to repay you for what you’ve done.” She said offering him the meager amount. For the first time, Aaron took her hand in his and slowly moved it back to the pouch.
“Saber… no… if you want to leave that’s fine. But I’m not going to take your money.” He said almost trembling. What was wrong with him? Could he really be that deep? Yes… he knew that if Saber left, his world would fall apart. “I know I can’t convince you to stay but…”
“No no no you don’t understand. I don’t want to leave!” Saber said with equal emotion. “Its just time had passed. I’m stronger now, and maybe its time we went our separate ways.” She put the money back in the pouch and held his hand in hers. How could she make him see that this would probably be the best thing? But what was he doing? Saber almost gasped in delight as Aaron brought his hand up and brushed her hair back from her face. That touch… it was as if lightning had struck through her body. She had been longing for a simple gesture, and touch a word, anything to show her that he cared. But Aaron had never dared to do or say anything to her. Now he ran his fingers down the side of her face, and Saber closed her eyes.
“Saber,” he began “Our ways were never meant to be separate. Please… please stay with me. I… I love you.” There it was out. Something he had been dying to say for weeks. He watched as she grew pale, and made ready to catch her should she faint. Saber however just smiled
“Aaron… I … I don’t want to get hurt again… But as much as I lie, I can’t lie to you.” With that she laid her head on his chest and sighed “I love you too.” Aaron took her in his arms and just held her close. So it was true… miracles so really happen. Holding her out a little from him he bent down and kissed her tenderly on the lips. The act was returned with as just as much love and passion. That night, Saber’s cot in the corner lay empty.

Saber walked through the streets of Tortuga, her boots swishing as she walked. Today was the day Cate had been born, and she and Aaron were going to celebrate with a small party with just the three of them. Aaron was at work right now, and Cate was being taken care of at the Tavern were Saber worked. It wasn’t a bad place really. And the tavern keeper’s wife had two sons and a little girl herself, so with a few shilling deducted from her pay, Saber was able to get some alone time. She and Aaron had been together for almost a year now, and their little “family” was happy. Saber smiled sadly to herself as she thought with relief that Cate would never have to know that Aaron was not her daddy. Of course… considering that they had never bothered to really tie the knot, it really didn’t matter anyway.
Taking her usual short cut home through a dark alleyway Saber was surprised to find it blocked. She shrugged and turned to go back the way she came when she heard a sound.
“Hello my little garce…” said an unmistakable voice. Saber quickly flicked a knife out of her sleeve and turned to face Javert. She found herself staring down the barrel of a pistol. “Put that toy down girl, before you hurt yourself.” Saber was happy to obey. She dropped the knife and then sensed someone behind her. Before she could turn, Paul had grabbed her around the waist with one arm, and stopped up her mouth with the other hand. Saber shrieked but it didn’t do much good. Javert tucked his pistol into his belt and reaching forward, undid Saber’s belt, letting her saber and one of her knives fall to the ground. He picked the belt up and threw it further up the alley. “Simon, keep a hold of her bloody arms so I can search her for more weapons.” He said with an evil sneer. Saber had been tearing at the hand over her mouth, but it wasn’t doing any good. Now her hands were pulled tightly behind her and she stood powerless to do anything against her attackers. Javert patted her down, taking more time then necessary on some parts of her body. Saber’s blood boiled and she struggled fiercely, but she couldn’t get free. Paul, who held her mouth, kept putting his mouth to her ear whispering perverted and sensual things into it. Finally Javert stepped back with three more knives in his hand. “God you were loaded.” He said with a smirk. That definitely had a double meaning and Saber’s eyes burned with hate and fear. “Now if you promise not to scream, Paul will let go of your mouth.” Javert pulled his pistol out and cocked it. He pointed it Saber’s face and smiled. “You do promise don’t you?” Saber quickly nodded her head. A few years ago she would never have promised something like that and meant it. But now… she had too much to live for. Paul freed her mouth and Saber breathed deeply.
“Please… let me go! I never did anything to you!” She said turning her face away as Paul put his arms around her and started to kiss her neck. “Please stop it!” she cried. She hung her head, and breathing heavily, tried to keep struggling. But it was useless. Javert simply laughed and stepping forward came within an inch of Saber. Reaching his hand up, he took a hold of the strings that tied her drawstring necked shirt and undid the knot. Taking a hold of the fabric he pulled it off of her shoulders. Paul and Simon backed away laughing, and sat down against the wall a good distance away. Simon pulled out a flask and they took turns drinking out of it. Saber tried to make a dash for it but Javert grabbed her and held her close. She stared up into his face, fear written on her every feature.
“Are you scared garce? Hmmm?” He asked laughing cruelly. “Don’t worry little girl, I just want what is mine by right. After all… I saw you first.” With that he kissed her hard on the mouth. Saber struggled, but could do nothing in the man’s grasp. His passionate kisses moved down her neck and beyond. Saber cried out and tried to push him away. He just laughed and held her tighter. While one hand held her, the other roamed over her body, feeling her curves. Eventually Saber couldn’t take it anymore and she screamed. Javert slapped her across the face, and she wept bitterly. Pushing her against the wall he forced her to sit down. Kneeling in front of her he put his lips to her ear. “You should know, poppet, that your boyfriend is not the gallant knight he appears to be.” He paused and kissed the side of her face. “I knew him before you did, and believe me he’s no saint.”
“I have never thought so.” Saber said with a gasp as Javert’s hands touched her once again.
“I bet he spends a lot of time out of the house.” He continued ignoring her comment. “And after a good time with him have you ever woken up and discovered he’s not there?” he said bending his head, and kissing her low on the neck. Saber was silent. Yes… there had been nights where she had woken up and he hadn’t been there. She had often wondered where he was, but had never pressed the issue. Saber gasped and put up her hand to stop Javert’s lips. He simply took her hand and kissed the palm. Suddenly he leaned back and sinisterly smiled at the girl. “By yore silence I take it the answer is yes. Does he often receive or come home with notes?” Again Saber was silent. Her chest was heaving and she stared at the man. “I thought so… next time one of those notes come, and he’s not home, read it love.” He grinned and pulled a piece of paper from his coat pocket. Leaning over again he gave Saber one final kiss and pushed the paper down into her corset. “You may also want to read that.” Then he stood up, and calling to his miscreants, left Saber alone in the alley.
Saber sat there for some time, tears streaming down her face. She pulled her shirt back up on her shoulders and quickly retied the drawstring. She praised God that Javert hadn’t really taken advantage of her. She put her head in her hands and wept. Pushing her hair away from her face, she happened to glance down into her corset. The piece of paper still stuck partially out, and she pulled it from its place. She thought about just ripping it up and throwing it away, but now… doubts filled her mind. What had Javert been hinting at? Opening the paper she crawled into a patch of light. She looked at it hard. The ink was faded, and the script hard to read but Saber began to make it out.
“My darling Melissa, I am glad to know that you are safe and I am glad to report, that I too am doing well. I’m sorry I haven’t been up to see you, but I have been quite busy. I hope to see you soon, know I love you with all my heart… Aaron…” There was no mistaking that signature. Saber gave a small cry and put her hand to her mouth. But no… this letter had to have been years old to get in the condition it was in. She had never asked Aaron about his past, and he had never pressed her for hers. Just as she had a “love” before him, he too had a love before her. Saber managed a small laugh, and stood up. It was getting late she noticed as she went to retrieve her weapons. Hiding her knives and buckling on her belt Saber left the alleyway with a dark heart. Never again would she use it as a short cut. It held too much evil for her now. All on the way home, she debated with herself over whether she should tell Aaron what had happened. At the door she decided no, Aaron was likely to rush out, challenge the three men, and get himself killed. With a sigh she opened the door and walked in. Aaron was not yet home, so she set about getting their dinner ready.
Looking out the window at the sun, Saber judged that the Tavern keeper’s wife would be bringing Cate over any second. The sound of light foot steps outside the door caused her to smile and praise herself for her good timing. However… there was no knock… no turning on the handle. Something was slipped under the door and then she heard footsteps running away. Wiping her hands on her pants, she went to see what it was. Bending down she picked up a piece of paper. It looked just like the other ones that Aaron got all the time. He said they were notes from his boss. Saber knew that Aaron worked for some higher power, but she never pressed him for details. The littler she knew, the safer she was, he would always say. Saber thought back to what Javert had said in the alleyway. He had told her to read the next note that arrived. Normally she just placed them on the bed, and didn’t let her curiosity get the better of her. But now… Turning the note over and over in her hands Saber felt a war going through her mind. Should she? Or should she not? Saber’s pride, jealousy, and curiosity won out in the end, and she slowly unfolded the letter.

[Saber & Kat Tompson]

Aaron whistled as he made his way home. His pouch jingled with the money he had earned that day, and with a small trinket that he had picked up for Cate. Coming up to the house he pushed pen the door only to find Cate crying in her little bed, and Saber standing still as a statue with her back to the door.
“What the ‘ell?” He thought to himself. Quickly he made his way over to the cradle and looked down at Cate. “There there little one, it’s ok” he said and reaching into his pouch pulled out the small doll he had bought earlier that day. “Look what daddy brought you.” he said smiling down and handing her the doll. Cate cooed and took the present. Aaron was happy with her response but was surprised at the one he got from Saber.
“Don’t you dare call your self that.” She said bitterness in her tone. Aaron looked up in surprise. He and saber had agreed months earlier that they would raise Cate with the thought that Aaron was her father.
“What?”
“You heard me Aaron.”
“Saber I don’t understand…” He said coming over to her and placing his arms around her. Saber flinched as he touched her and he backed off is astonishment.
“Darling… what is wrong?!”
“Don’t call me Darling you lying bastard!” Saber cried turning to face him and holding up the letter. Aaron looked at her confused. She knew he did dangerous work, and if she wanted to know exactly what he did, she just had to ask.
“Saber, what are you talking about? Why didn’t you just tell me you wanted to know what I do?”
“Oh I know what you do alright. I just can’t believe that after all this time you would still lie to me!” She broke down crying. Aaron quickly snatched the letter out of Saber’s hands. He began to read it out loud.
“My dear Aaron, I am glad to hear that you are doing well. I know you are busy, but I do hope that you will come to visit me sometime. I still live in the old mill. I do so miss the nights we spent together. Come soon my love, Love Melissa.” Aaron stared at the letter. “Melissa? What the bloody…?”
“Don’t try to cover up Aaron; I have more proof that you are a cheating lying scoundrel!” Pulling the letter that Javert had “given” her from a pouch at her side she flung it at him. Aaron Quickly took it and read it. He recognized the handwriting as his own, and even remembered writing the letter.
“Oh god… how can this happen?” Aaron said sinking into a chair.
“What? You thought you could cover up forever?”
“No… I mean… I did write this… but…”
“So you admit it! I can’t believe this Aaron… after all we’ve been through!” Saber turned her back on him and cried into her hands. Aaron stood up and dropped the letter from his hands. He went over to Saber and put his arms around her waist.
“Look… Saber let me explain!”
“I don’t want to listen to you. Let go of me!” She yelled and struggled in his grasp.
“Not until you start listening to reason!”
Saber was way beyond listening. Putting her right hand to her hip, she grabbed her knife and tried to plunge it into Aaron’s side. Aaron was ready. He has seen Saber get caught by men before, and before he could help she would always dispatch them with that trick. He grabbed her arm before the knife struck, and twisting her wrist caused her to drop the knife. He let go of her and she fell to the floor sobbing.
“Fine… If you won’t listen now, maybe you’ll listen later. I’ll be back.” Aaron turned on his heel and storming out of the house slammed the door. He headed directly to one of his favorite haunts. He never went there with Saber, considering she didn’t drink, but if he needed to be alone, that’s were he went. Slipping into a tavern called “The Hurricane” he took a seat at the bar and ordered a stiff drink. A small glass was given him and he downed it in one gulp. “Bartender! Another one, now!” He called.
“Well Aaron I haven’t seen you here in a while.” Said a thick French accent behind him. Aaron groaned and put his head in his hands, as if anything else could go wrong that night.
“What do you want Javert?” he said turning in his seat to face him. Javert stood there with Simon and Paul. They all had disturbing smiles on their faces.
“On nothing… just a drink and a chat.” Javert said taking a seat next to Aaron. Aaron noticed that Paul and Simon still stood behind him, blocking his exit. Javert ordered two rums and smiled at Aaron. “It’s on me old friend.” The drinks came, and the bartender waited for his money. Javert began to search through his pockets “Hmmm can’t seem to find any loose change. Would you be willing to take this instead?” He said holding up a sliver pendant in the shape of a sword. Aaron gasped. That was Saber’s! He had noticed that she wasn’t wearing it when he came in, but he hadn’t given it much thought. He glared as the pendant changed hands and Javert took a big gulp of his rum.
“Where did you get that pendant?” He asked his eyes narrowing.
“Ah so you recognized it! Took it off your girlfriend, feisty little thing she is.” Javert said almost thoughtfully. “She didn’t seem to notice that took it though, must have had her mind on other things.” He winked at his minions and they laughed. Realization dawned on Aaron and he pointed his forefinger at Javert.
“What exactly did you do to her?!” He demanded.
“Relax mate, she’s still yore’s. I only occupied her lips for bit.” Javert said laughing. Paul and Simon laughed as well. Aaron put a hand to his hip for his knife when a firm hand was placed on his shoulder. It was three to one… and he was sitting down. His chances were slim.
“God Javert, I’ll kill you for that. I swear it!”
“Oh and you know what else? I gave her that little letter you wrote to your little sister some years back. It was pure chance that I should find it. Great material for blackmail though.” Javert took another gulp of his Rum. Aaron sat dumb for a whole minute before he found his voice.
“You… you wrote that letter from Melissa. Didn’t you?”
“Not bad eh?”
Aaron leapt at Javert’s throat and went to strangle him. Strong hands grabbed him and threw him to the floor. He lay there looking up at the three men, his eyes filled with rage.
“I told ya I would get even Aaron… I told ya. Just pray that your wench is still there when you get home.” Laughing evilly Javert stood up and followed by Paul and Simon left the pub.
Aaron waited a few seconds before leaping to his feet. Rushing out into the street he ran home, pushing people over in his haste. He ran up to the door and burst it open.
“Saber? Oh god SABER!” He yelled. Tearing around the small rooms he searched everywhere for a note, a clue, anything that might tell him that she was still there. But no… the house was dark and still. The trunk that they kept their things in was open, and Saber’s belongings were gone. Aaron sank to the floor in despair. Why? Why was this happening to him? Slowly he got to his feet and went into their bedroom. He looked at bed and then paused by the cradle. The little doll that he had give Cate earlier was still there. Tears sprang to his eyes. He took up the toy and held it close. Then he collapsed on the bed and cried himself to sleep.

And that is the true story of Aaron and Saber.

Well I hope that explains everything... if i missed anything... let me know lol

I hope you liked it! I enjoyed writing it, and if I wasted even a little of your time, then I haven't typed in vain. Oh and feel free to leave comments about this too lol.

[Eric Jackson]

Very nice story Saberness, it makes me like Aaron now even if he is a bit of a bastard. At least now I know why he is the way he is! *Huggles him and poor Saber.* Sad little story! But really good

[Saber & Kat Tompson]

ok... no clue where this came from... but I wrote this this afternoon... and I'm gonna add it. It sorta sums up the three years that Saber spent on her own before being reunited with Jack's crew...

*Disclaimer - Ok ok... this one isnt worse then the other ones in dicription and language, but its deffintly PG - 13 movie material...

Saber, after leaving Aaron, took Cate to Oxbay. There she put her in the care of a reliable woman, and promised to send money whenever she could. The lady, said not to think of it. She had lost her own child to smallpox the year before, and still had plenty of love for a new child. Besides, she thought to herself that here was a chance to save a poor girl from the dreaded life of piracy or prostitution. Over the next three years Saber visited her little girl, and watched her learn to walk, and heard her first word. Ironically the word was “daddy”. Cate never really knew a father, but somehow she knew there was something missing. After a time Saber realized how dangerous it was to keep seeing her daughter. The royal navy was scouring the cities and towns of the Caribbean in search of what they thought were a great threat. So one day, after playing with her daughter she looked her in the eyes, and smiled. Standing up she picked up her weapons and began to walk out the back door.
“Mommy!” Cate cried and held out her arms. Saber stopped and turned.
“Mommy is leaving now Cate. And I can’t come back. I’ll try to write, and send you things, but it will be a long time before we see each other again.” Saber knew the toddler didn’t understand a word she was saying, but she felt that she needed to explain. Explain why Cate’s mother would never be there for her, never there to pick her up, or to hold her ever again. Walking out of the room she met the woman. “I’m leaving now… It’s getting too dangerous. Take care of her.” And with that she was gone.
Saber soon realized that while she couldn’t beat the bloody navy and respectable folk, she could join them. Traveling to Port Royal she adopted her original name of Sarah, and changed her lifestyle completely. She had to wear dresses constantly, and keep her head covered. She earned money by working two jobs. In the morning she worked for a seamstress, and during the night she played the barmaid. Because she worked at the tavern she also stayed there. One night after a long days work, she made her way up to her room.
“Bloody stupid naval officers.” She said under her breath. Saber had hoped that since she was living in a more civilized town, that the men would be more civilized too. But men are men wherever you go, and the young Midshipmen and lieutenants were almost as bad as pirates when it came to getting drunk, and making passes at young girls. Reaching her room she went in and then locked the door behind her. She hadn’t bothered to bring a candle that night, for there was a full moon out. Half of her room was flooded with the moon beams that found their way through the solitary window. With a sigh Saber walked over to the rickety bed that sat in the dark corner of the room. Pulling her mob cap off, she shook out her hair and ran her hands through the thick brown tangle. Placing the cap on the bed she began to unlace her bodice. After dropping it on the floor, she began to unlace her corset. She had gotten the knot out, and had unlaced it a few eyelets when she suddenly became aware of heavy breathing behind her. Standing as still as she could she slowly reached her hand into the corset so as to retrieve the knife hidden there. Swiftly a hand clamped over hers and kept it from grabbing hold of the hilt. The other hand was quickly clamped over her mouth and frantically Saber sought to get out of the crushing grip that held her. The hand that held her hand to her chest let go, and slowly reached down into her corset and claimed the knife. That knife was soon pressed to her neck, an obvious warning that if she should try to do anything, she would soon be dead. The hand on her mouth slid down her torso so that it rested on her waist. Saber could hear muttering in the dark and dared to speak.
“Please… I don’t know who you are, or if I have offended you, but please don’t do this.” The knife dug deeper into her neck and saber winced.
“You know garce… it seems that every time I see you your begging to be let go. I would have thought you were made of tougher stuff.”
“Javert?”
“Aye… Javert little poppet. Javert has come back to fully claim his prize.”
“Oh my god, don’t do this I beg you…” Saber’s speech was cut off by the knife pressed closer to her neck.
“Do you know the trouble I had tracking you down? If you think I give up my prizes easily yore dead wrong girl.”
“Why, why am I so important to you?”
“Because Aaron had you…”
Saber stood there utterly confused.
“Yore not making any sense…”
“That little snip cost me my job… and he decided to turn heroic one day and take my fun away.” He said bringing his hand up to Saber’s chest.
Saber almost panicked. This man was crazy! He had twice come very close to taking advantage of her nearly four years ago. And even now he had hunted her down, just to take revenge and get his “prize” as he called it.
“Yore mad…”
“I know…” he said, a dangerous smile in his voice. “But if you think about it Saber, I haven’t really had an opportunity before this. The first time we met, it was broad daylight, then the second time I had my friends with me. Now we’re alone, and the setting is perfect.” He said glancing around the almost dark room. “Has anyone ever told you how becoming you are in the moonlight?” Fumbling with her drawstring neckties he soon had the knot undone. Saber reached a hand up to try and stop him, but the knife at her throat wouldn’t let her. Stepping back from her he used one hand to push her shirt off of her shoulders like he had done so many years ago. Then taking the knife from her neck he stepped away.
“Turn around, so that I can see you.”
Saber didn’t budge. She heard a pistol cock behind her and her whole body went stiff.
“I said … turn around.”
Slowly, keeping her eyes to the ground, she turned to face him. The combination of her partially unlaced corset, and the loosened shirt was dramatic if not perverted. Javert nodded his approval and then gesturing with the gun he made it clear she was to get on the bed.
“Not on your life.” Saber said, hate dripping from every syllable.
“If you don’t, I’ll make you.”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
Javert smiled and took a step closer.
“How much do you want to bet?”
Saber still stood there, stubbornly refusing to be a willing party to her humiliation. With quick movements, Javert scooped her up, and bodily threw her on the bed. Saber screamed then, as if her life depended on it, and it probably did. Her scream was abruptly stopped by lips pressed against hers. She struggled as Javert sought control over her. Sitting up, he shoved the corner of one of the sheets into her mouth and held down her arms. Staring up into his lustful, evil eyes, Saber’s own scared ones, pleaded and begged. Ignoring the beseeching looks he brought his lips down to the low neckline that lay before him. Saber struggled, but of course, it was to no avail.

The sunrise found a sorry sight the next morning. Javert was gone, and Saber sat on the edge of the bed, wearing only her long shirt, her face buried in her hands. The rest of her clothing was scattered about the room. Tears fell through the cracks in her fingers to the floor. Her shoulders shuddered every now and then as if remembering Javert’s touch. Taking her hands from her face, she wrapped them around her body, and gave a quivering sigh. At least she would no longer have to worry about him. Last night, as he kissed her ear for the last time he had said that he would never bother her again. But how could she be certain? She needed to get away from Port Royal as soon as possible. Where she would go, she had no idea. Standing up, she quickly dressed herself and pushed her matted hair under the mob cap. Gathering her few belongings she went downstairs to tell the tavern keeper that she would be leaving, and to pick up her wages. She slowly made her way downstairs, and coming into the open of the tavern’s main room, she saw sitting at a table not far away, Javert. Saber gasped and stared with fear into his eyes. She thought he had left. He glared at her, as if to say, don’t connect us. She quickly walked over to the bar, and gave her farewells to the tavern keeper. Receiving her pay she thought for a second about how easy it would be to whisper a warning to the man that the seedy looking Frenchman in the corner was a dangerous criminal and pirate. Turning ever so slightly she opened her eyes wide in surprise. Javert was gone…
Saber wandered along the docks of Port Royal hopping to find a ship that would take her on as a passenger. So far she had no luck. The navy ships weren’t about to take on a strange woman as a passenger, and the local fishing and merchant boats all seemed to have captains who believed it bad luck to have a woman on board. Night was falling and Saber wearily turned into town, hoping to find somewhere to eat and sleep. Suddenly she heard the sound of gunshots, and cannon balls flying over head. Looking out to sea she started in amazement. A pirate ship was attacking the port. But what was beyond it? Saber gasped. It was the Black Pearl, and who was behind the helm? Saber couldn’t see the face, but whoever it was, wasn’t wearing a really big hat as Barbossa always had. Suddenly she cried out in amazement. It was Jack Sparrow! Saber had found her people at last.

[Captain Morgan Barbossa]

*Cheers* Wow, wonderful story, mate.... Depressing, yes, but well-written and it certainly explains a lot.... Poor ickle Saber. No wonder she's so crazy

[Saber & Kat Tompson]

hey... people actualy read it...

He he Eric... I like him too... its hard for me to play him as a bad guy now after writing this...

I am not crazy Barbossa! I am the only sane person on this whole site!!! *pots BBB and threatens to run off with Aaron*

Its funny, believe it or not I didn't write this story while being depressed... I was actually having a fairly good week... heh... But yeah its depressing... *sighs and pats her charries* they have such messed up lives...