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Chapter Seventeen - Fear
The storm had come out of nowhere. A raging tempest that threw the Pearl around
as if she was flotsam. Gibbs had not needed to wake Jack; he had crashed into
wakefulness moments before the air had been rent by a sizzling shaft of
lightening. Cursing he had not bothered to light a candle but had fumbled in
the darkness for his clothes. He was still dressing when he emerged up on deck,
running as he thrust one arm through his shirtsleeve. Of course it was raining,
stinging pellets that drove into exposed skin. That was to be expected he
supposed, but just once he would like to face death without being soaking
bloody wet.
There was no horizon, all that was visible were mountainous waves, peaks and
troughs illuminated in the sharp flashes of searing light, he could feel the
thunder in his very bones, a tingling that made him feel as if he was only
holding himself together by force of will. The crew was spilling out onto the
flooded deck, running, shouting, cursing and praying. Anna Maria and Gibbs were
clinging to the wheel, struggling to keep the Pearl on a straight course; if
one of those big waves hit them broadside they were doomed.
“Jack, Mother of God tis a bad one.” Gibbs futilely wiped the rain from his
eyes, relief evident as he stepped away from the wheel, allowing Jack to take
his place, waiting for his orders.
“See to the sails” Jack was watching the mast straining under the weight of
wind and sodden canvas, if they lost that with full sail they would be dragged
to the depths.
“Aye” Gibbs began to bellow at the men who were stumbling about, roping
themselves to anything solid there was fear in their eyes and more than one
fumbled a blessing over his heart as they went to work.
Jack held firm to the wheel, though it tried to spin out of his grip, the wood
burning against his hands, he was oblivious to everything but keeping them
alive, facing the Black Pearl into one wave then the next, raising his arms
just slightly so that Anna could wind the ropes around his chest. He would be
on no use to any if he were washed overboard. The ship groaned and he could
feel the planking beginning to lift under his feet. Too slow, they were taking
to long to get the heavy sails down. He raised his head to take a look, the
crew was struggling, the fore mast sail tangling around the rigging. If they
did not get that free then there would be no hope, it would just be a matter of
time.
Maia, the thought seared through his brain. She had drunk herself to sleep, or
he supposed she had, Anna had told him of the rum. And he had been sure that as
he had taken a mouthful of rum so had she and they had matched the other drink
for drink, until she had fallen into her bed and then truly alone he had
swigged back the last of the bottle. She was no doubt still asleep, he could
not sense her, could not feel where she was. This was what he had wished for a
thousand times or more over the past weeks and now he feared for her. He had to
get her up top; if they went down she would be drowned in her sleep.
“Anna Maria” his shout was blown into the wind and he had a surge of fear race
through him before he managed to get her attention.
“Captain” Anna was struggling to walk into the wind, trying to make her way
towards him.
“Maia, get Maia” Jack was gesturing under his feet, trying to make her
understand. She looked confused but then grinned, pointing towards the crew
that were struggling with the black sail from the mizzenmast.
“There”
He could just make her out in the driving rain, black hair plastered to her
head, she was working with the crew, pulling the sails in, she knew what she
was doing but he wished that she was elsewhere. Not that there was anywhere
safe but standing next to him would have been better, somewhere that he might
be able to influence fate.
“Captain” Gibbs shout of alarm had him swinging, cursing himself for
daydreaming. The sail had wrapped fully around the mast, tangling in the
mainsail, there was no other course but to send some one up to cut it free, but
the mast was straining, creaking, sharp cracking noises coming from above.
Whatever they did, it would have to be done quickly.
The crew were gathering at the base, arguing amongst themselves, looking for
the smallest, the nimblest, the lightest no doubt. Gibbs would take care of it;
he could not leave the wheel. He shouted as such, trusting in his mate to make
the best choice. A giant wave slammed down on the deck, sweeping his feet out
from under him, and he clung to the wheel tilting the ship around, ignoring the
shouts and screams, facing The Black Pearl into the waves.
“Come on luv, show me that great heart of yours” his whispered words reflecting
in fingers that were gentle on the smooth spokes, a soft caress before his
hands once more firmed, taking command. He looked up to see what progress.
“Jesus!” he swung, fury and fear on his face “Gibbs what the fuck are you
doing?”
His voice carried over the wind and rain, over the chaos and the first mate
swung to stare at him “she was the smallest Jack, she knew what to do”
Jack had no answer, all of it was true and yet he did not want her up there,
did not want to be watching her climbing through the rigging and sails, where
one slip could mean the loss of a limb, or even worse, death.
He looked away, to watch the swell to guide the Pearl on the safest course, but
now he thought he could feel her, feel Maia’s fear, imagine how she tested
every step, how her teeth clenched on the knife that rested between them. Shut
her out, shut her out, it was a mantra that he was chanting in his head, trying
not to hear the shouts, the encouragement, almost managing until he heard Anna
Maria shriek out a warning and the voices fell silent. The wind suddenly
dropping, the silence broken by the snapping of timber and then shards of wood
rained down upon them
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