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Sea Change	By : Nemain Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 4238 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sea Change Chapter Seventeen
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE �, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta� *glomp
* Readers/Reviewers: I apologize for
taking so long. *hangs head in shame *

Elizabeth stared at the ceiling, watching the
shadows swim and convulse into monstrous shapes. It was bright outside and hot, tropical
winter bleeding into tropical spring, her body sweating poisons onto her snow
white sheets. Jack was gone, she knew,
but she did not know for how long. She
wanted to die, she thought. She wanted
the pain to stop. No amount of past
bravery could make her feel better, no amount of ghosts whispering in her ear
about Barbossa�s defeat, about saving Jack and Will,
about saving her own life. She felt
wrung out, she thought miserably. The shadows roiled again and she groaned,
closing her eyes against the nauseating images. Something was amiss in the
world, she thought. Something was not
right out there.

Will gritted his
teeth so hard that he was faintly surprised they did not crack under the
pressure. The sole physician on the
island would not come, and he could not go among the natives and find one of
their healers. Sentries were posted
around the port, both waterside and not.
He could see, even from the main street in town, that most of the naval
ships were gone, their tall sails out in the bay, moving at a fast clip towards
open sea. His legs did not want to work
correctly, his knees threatening to buckle even as he forced himself to
run back towards his home�their home�before whatever storm was
brewing broke loose over their heads.
The residents of Port Royal did not
seem to notice the quiet fuss being made around them, the extra sentries, the moving ships. No
sign of pirate sails, some part of his mind registered. Just the Navy, moving out
to sea. Surely the Governor would
have told him if there was to be a massive maneuvers exercise� He still had
trouble thinking of Governor Swann as his father in law and he knew that the man
had trouble considering a simple blacksmith family as well. But the older man had done a good job thus
far of keeping his family apprised of naval exercises and anything that might,
somehow, lead to trouble for them or their piratical friends, whom he declined
to acknowledge in polite conversation. It
had not taken long to reach the cottage, throwing open the door and launching
himself up the stairs. �Elizabeth!�

She did not open
her eyes, but she knew he was coming up the steps. She wondered if maybe it was a hallucination,
something brought on my Myrtle�s ghosts and voodoo doctors. �Will,� she murmured as he crashed into the
bedroom, the door banging off the wall as he practically dove for the bed. � �snot the fever,�
she managed as he patted her face frantically.
�Not the fever �tall��

�Stop talking,
love,� he urged. �Help is coming. I won�t let them bleed you��

Elizabeth frowned slightly, her fingers
twitching on the coverlet. �Will,� she breathed. �Please.
Water.�

He hesitated just
a moment before forcing himself to his feet, pouring a glass of tepid water
from the bedside jug and lifting the cup to his wife�s lips. A soft concussion like two hands clapping
seemed to resonate behind his eyes, in his head, and for a moment, he thought
that maybe he was falling victim to the fever as well, that something in his
head was going wrong. It was not until
the second gun sounded that he realized what it was. �Ship fire,� he sighed. �Pirates, no doubt.�

Her eyes flew
open and she tried to grab weakly for the cup.
�Jack?� she creaked. �Myrtle?�

Will could see the harbor from their bedroom window. Navy ships were firing on nothing, their dark
and hulking shapes throwing long shadows over the deep port waters. �Just maneuvers, love. It�s nothing.� He felt her forehead again,
the hundredth time in a day, and bit down hard on his lip. Her fever was still high, the whites of her
eyes dingy as she peered up at him in the dim room. �I�m sending for your
father, love. I have to.�

Myrtle shrieked
as the first cannonball hit the water just beside her dingy. The small vessel rocked violently, water
splashing over the sides, threatening to swamp the whole thing. �STOP IT!� she cried. �STOP IT!�
Another volley of fire rained down about her, hitting the water just
short of the wooden boat, making her pray for bad aim. She had no oars, no way to escape. Frantic, she tore at her clothing, ripping
the light colored shirt off her back. She
was too afraid to get to her knees, afraid of oversetting the already violently
rocking boat; instead, she raised the shirt over her head and started waving it
as hard as she could. �I�m surrendering,
damn it all! I�m not someone to be fired
on!� The tropical heat of the late day
sun was already searing her skin, burning the pale flesh to a dark pink. She waved all the harder, seeing the long
toms on the closest ship swiveling towards her.
�No no no no no!� She
flung the shirt down and pitched face-first into the belly of the boat,
covering her head with her arms. A
resounding boom shook the water, making her cry out
again, whimpering as her boat pitched hard to port. Myrtle gasped through her
fearful tears, afraid to move for fear they would take it as encouragement,
firing again with their largest guns. She
held her breath, waiting, counting the seconds.
She knew how long it took to load one of those now, how long before they
would fire. Nearly a minute passed
before she realized the sea was silent around her, not even the splashing of
water against the sides of the dingy audible.
I�ve lost my hearing, she thought.
She�d understood that some men who worked the guns for a long time were
often deaf after years of the bruit but she had not expected it to happen so
soon, not to her. Slowly, she raised up,
fully expecting another volley of gunfire, but what she saw made her lips part
in confused, fearful surprise. A dark shadow
was sweeping over them all, chilling the air as it reached towards Port Royal. The
ships sat still in the water, as if they were captured in ice. No movement on the decks caught Myrtle�s eye;
it was as if everyone were stilled by the hand of death himself. Then, as suddenly as it had come, it was
gone. Light flooded the sea again, heat
blossoming on her skin as the naval ship started to heave to, turning away from
her. Myrtle made it to her knees, her
bound breasts aching as she tried to breathe normally. �Well,� she gasped, �this is going to be
terrible��
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