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I own no-one from the
films, alas.
Thanks for the reviews and
comments. At this point in the story,
Celia is 7 months pregnant.
…
Chapter Four
“Captain Jack!” Milly
cried with delight as the pirate poked his head around the door of their house.
“Again?” Celia muttered to
herself as she scrubbed some clothes in a tub in the back yard. “The neighbour’s will be gossiping if he
visits any more,” she mused, suppressing a smile.
“Hello, luv. Nice ter see you’re still busy.”
“Yes, I am. Haven’t you got a town to run?”
“Ah,” Jack chuckled. “I have enough men in my pocket ter leave
Tortuga to its devices once in a while.”
Whilst said in jest, it was in fact the truth as Jack had made sure he
kept as many of the other pirates on his side as he could, using a fair bit of
his wealth to keep them sweet and more importantly, loyal to him.
“I’m sure you have,” she
remarked, arching an eyebrow at him.
“To what do I owe the pleasure this time?”
“I was just passin’ an’ I
thought I’d come an’ say hello,” he shrugged, trying to look innocent.
“I’m sure…”
“Can I come up to your
house?” Milly asked hopefully. Now that
they lived down near the docks, her mother did not allow her to walk to Jack’s
house on her own, and Celia was always too busy to take her herself, so she
never went to her father’s as much as she had.
“I’m sailin’ in th’mornin’
an’ have a lot ter do,” Jack replied, pulling a rueful face at his daughter’s
downcast look. “I promise when I
return, you can come round as often as yer like, savvy?”
“And Connor?”
“Of course, an’ Connor –
talkin’ of which, where is he?”
“Sleeping,” Milly
sighed. “He’s such a baby.”
“So were you, once,” Jack
admonished teasingly. “An’ talkin’ of
babies, how you feelin’?” he asked Celia.
“No problems?”
“No,” Celia replied,
biting back her surprise and, if she were honest with herself, pleasure, at him
caring enough to ask. “But then I had
no problems with the other two. Where
are you heading?”
“Isla de Muerta, then
wherever th’ships are,” he shrugged.
“Probably be gone a month or so.
Gibbs’ll look after you…”
“As will everyone else
you’ve got to keep an eye on us,” she observed, holding his gaze for a moment
before looking back down to her laundry.
“You can always stay at my
house if yer want…”
“Jack!” Celia
sighed. “We’ve been here for two months
now without any problems – stop worrying.”
“But I’ve been around for
that time,” he argued. “I just want you
all ter be safe – is there anything wrong with that?”
“No,” she sighed
again. “But we’ll be fine.”
“Th’offer’s open,” Jack
shrugged, scooping Milly up in his arms.
“You be a good girl fer your Mama, savvy?”
“Savvy,” the child
giggled, throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him. “Love you, Captain Jack.”
Jack glanced at Celia,
gulping hard as he struggled to recover his equilibrium, before he returned the
hug, burying his face in her hair.
“Love you too, Milly,” he choked, savouring the feeling and wishing the
moment would never end. ‘What would
it have been like if she hadn’t run away?’ he mourned. ‘How many children would we have had by
now?’
Celia closed her eyes as
conflicting feelings raged through her body and she was shocked to realise that
anger was one of them. Anger that Jack
had replaced Oliver so effortlessly in her daughter’s affections. ‘Don’t be silly,’ she scolded
herself. ‘You know what children are
like, they love anyone and everyone… but Oliver loved her as his own,
it’s not fair on him… and when were you ever fair to Oliver?’
“Celia?”
“What? Oh, I’m sorry, Jack - I was miles away.”
“As usual,” he teased, his
poise regained once more. “Look after
yourselves an’ anything yer need, Gibbs is up at th’house, savvy?”
“Thank you,” she
smiled. “You look after yourself. It’s far more dangerous out there than it is
here.”
“Dunno about that!” Jack
grinned, putting Milly back down and ruffling her hair. “Please be careful, eh?”
“I will,” Celia
promised. “God speed.”
“See yer, luv,” he smiled,
looking from her to his daughter before turning on his heel and walking back
through the house to the street.
…
Jack’s eyes shot open and
he reached for his dagger beneath the pillow as he glanced around the bedroom,
wondering what on earth had woken him so suddenly. He heard booted feet running up the stairs and he jumped out of
bed, grabbing his pistol from the bedside table and aiming it at the door,
cocking it just as Gabriel Jennings burst through.
“Cap’n! Don’t shoot!”
“What th’fuck are you
doin’, Jennings?” Jack bellowed, aiming the weapon at the floor and feeling
like firing it anyway, such was his panic and anger.
“There’s a fire,
Cap’n! A fire in th’town!”
“Bloody hell!” Jack
cursed, un-cocking the pistol and throwing it and the dagger onto the bed as he
grabbed his clothes, dressing hurriedly.
“How did it start?” He picked
his weapons back up and put them in their places in his belt.
“No idea. Elliot’s just come harin’ all th’way from
Aggie’s ter tell us. But it seems it’s
by th’market place.”
“Go an’ start organisin’
men an’ buckets,” Jack ordered. “I’ll
send Gibbs down ter get th’Pearl ready, just in case.”
“Aye, Cap’n,” the helmsman
agreed, already running out of the door and down the stairs as he replied,
followed very closely by his captain who was praying it was not an attack.
“I’m goin’ ter Celia’s,”
Jack informed Joshamee Gibbs as the former quartermaster came into view in the
hallway. “Get th’ship ready ter make
sail.”
“Aye, Cap’n,” the portly
man agreed. “Do you want anything
saving from here?”
“Hopefully it won’t reach
this far,” Jack replied, praying it would be so. “But no, I’d rather th’men concentrated on getting’ th’Pearl ready, just in case, savvy?”
“Very well,” Gibbs nodded,
hurrying out of the door. “I just hope
the crew head straight for the docks…”
“Me too,” Jack breathed to
himself as he dashed to his study, intent on saving a couple of things that
were most precious to him.
“I’ve set th’pigs an’
th’animals loose,” Tobias Pellew informed him as Jack left his study and almost
collided with his captain. “Lady an’ th’kittens
I’ve got in a sack an’ I’ll take ‘em to th’ship. Anythin’ yer want me ter take, Cap’n?”
Jack hesitated and looked
around his house, taking in pieces of furniture and paintings which he had
collected for many years and hoarded in case he ever got to live in a fine
house, and he slowly shook his head.
“Nah,” he sighed heavily, knowing that it would be pointless saving just
one or two items when he wanted all of them saved. “It’s not worth it.”
“See yer on board then,”
Toby said, and with a wave of the hand, ran from the house.
…
‘Bloody hell,’ Jack
thought as he pushed open the door to Celia’s house and finding it empty. ‘Please, God, she’s gone ter th’docks…’ He spun around and ran down the street,
glancing up at the hill, shocked to see many buildings already alight. ‘I wonder if it’s reached my house yet?’
he mused, pushing through the already crowded docks. ‘Nothin’ I can do about it… just find Celia, fer gawd’s
sake.’
“Come
on, Milly!” Celia urged, glancing over her shoulder at the flames that had by
now engulfed most of the buildings on the hill that led into the town. ‘Lord, let Jack be safe,’ she prayed, all
thought of denying she cared for him, forgotten. She clutched Connor tighter to her and prayed that they would
find a boat to any one of the ships in the harbour – not caring whose it was –
just as long as it was leaving. Celia
gasped as she reached the wharf, crying out in despair as she saw only two
ships in the harbour – the others already having left or being in the process
of doing so.
“Celia!” ‘Thank you,’ Jack prayed, relief at seeing her safe and
sound, flooding through him.
She
whirled around, her knees almost giving way with relief as Jack ran towards
them.
“There’s
a boat on its way over,” he told her.
“I just hope ter God all th’men have made it safely on board. Are you all right?”
“Y-yes,”
she stammered, wanting nothing more than to join in with Connor’s wails. “Or at least I shall be when we’re away from
here. What started it?”
“I
don’t know,” he sighed, running his hand across his head. “I just hope it wasn’t deliberate. Deane – take them over,” he yelled as the
crewman neared the wharf. “I’ll see you
later,” he nodded at Celia, turning to head back along the quayside to try and
organise the safe removal of those remaining.
“Aye,
Cap’n. Give me Connor an’ then Milly,”
Elliot instructed Celia who caught the mooring line he threw up and fastened it
to a bollard.
“Here,”
she panted, handing her terrified son down before turning to get Milly.
“Kitty!”
the child cried as one of the black cats escaped from the sack she had been
carrying them in and ran away from her.
“Come back , Kitty!” Milly
called, running after her wayward kitten.
“Milly!” Celia screamed,
chasing after her daughter but being slowed by the thong of people milling
about the docks, hoping to escape.
“Bugger!”
Jack exploded, having seen his daughter run from her mother. “Deane, take th’lad, I’ll find them!”
“Milly!”
Celia called, catching a glimpse of the child as she ran between legs and in
and out of the crowds. “Stop!”
“Kitty!”
the girl’s plaintive cry called out.
“Kitty!”
…
“Mister
Gibbs! We can’t stay much longer!”
Myles Burford worried, looking up at the flying tinders, which were getting
ever closer to the ship.
“Just
five minutes…” the quartermaster frowned, scanning the shore in the hope of
catching sight of his captain.
“Five
minutes an’ we’ll all be burned ter a cinder – ship an’ all!”
“Elliot?”
Joshamee gasped as the crewman appeared over the rail with Connor in his arms,
followed by various townspeople whom he had also rowed over. “What on earth…?”
“Milly’s
done a runner, Celia an’ th’cap’n have gone after her.”
“Mister Gibbs!” Myles
implored. “We have ter go – now!”
“Make
sail,” Gibbs sighed heavily, praying he had made the right decision.
…
“Gotcha!”
Jack growled, catching his daughter around the middle and scooping her up. “Celia!” he called over the crowd. “I have her!”
“But
Kitty,” Milly wailed, struggling against Jack’s grip. “Kitty will die!”
“Better
Kitty than you, me an’ yer mother!”
“Milly!”
Celia sobbed as she reached them. “Oh,
thank the Lord. Come on, we must
hurry…”
“It’s
too late,” Jack reasoned, hoping that his quartermaster would have had the
sense to order the ship away. “Come on,
I know where we can go.” He kept hold
of Milly and grabbed Celia’s hand, leading them through the smoke filled
backstreets until they found themselves at the edge of some woodland which
fringed that part of the town. “We must
hurry before th’flames reach here,” he ordered, ruing the long dry summer that
they had had.
“Where
does this lead?” Celia panted as she struggled to keep pace with him, her bulk
making fast movement hard for her.
“Eventually,
to a rocky outcrop… ah, you might have trouble climbin’ it,” Jack winced,
looking at her sizeable belly.
“I’ll
climb it!” Celia assured him. “Will we
be safe?”
“Aye,
it’s too rocky fer trees to grow,” he confirmed, noting, somewhat ruefully,
that others were heading the same way.
“Might be a little crowded though…”
“Let’s
just get there and worry about that after, eh?”
“Good
idea, luv,” he agreed, and they both fell silent as they hurried through the
woods, the sounds of the blazing town growing fainter the further they went.
Celia
looked up when they reached their destination, gulping with fear as she saw how
high and perilous the climb was.
“J-Jack…”
“I
know,” he sighed, pulling a face as he pondered what to do. “I’ll take Milly up first an’ come back fer
you…”
“No!”
Celia exploded. “You can’t leave her
alone – who knows who is up there.”
“Mama…”
Milly pouted, rubbing her eyes. “Mama,
I’m scared…”
“It’s
all right,” Celia assured her daughter, taking her from Jack and hugging
her. “We’ll work something out.”
“Aye,
that we will,” Jack mused, looking up the hill and frowning before untying his
sword belt and handing it to Celia then undoing his sash. “Put Milly on my back an’ tie her on,” he
instructed Celia, taking his belt off her and fastening it back around his
waist.
Celia
placed her daughter on to Jack’s back and wound the long material around them
both a couple of times before ripping the end of the sash and tying it across
Jack’s chest. “Does that feel secure?”
“Pull
her an’ see,” he suggested, nodding as she pulled Milly and the child stayed
securely fastened to him. “Right, up we
go…”
…
“Jack…”
Celia panted, resting her head against the rock face. “I can’t… I need to rest.”
“We’re
nearly there, luv,” Jack urged, wishing that Milly hadn’t suddenly gone very
heavy. “Just a bit more.”
“A
bit more?” Celia cried,
chancing a look up and groaning as she saw they were about three quarters of
the way up. “It’s a bit more too
much…” Closing her eyes, she reached
out for another handhold and heaved herself up, gasping as a jagged piece of
rock dug into her belly.
“I
know, luv,” Jack panted from below.
“But we’ve made it this far…”
“So
has everyone else by the look of things,” she observed, glancing across at the
hoards of people also climbing the precarious cliff.
“Stop
bloody talkin’ an’ climb!” Jack snapped crossly, immediately regretting his
tone. “Sorry, luv.”
“It’s
all right,” Celia replied, wincing as she scraped her knee. “I should save my energy…”
“Aye,”
he agreed ruefully, dodging his head to one side as some shale rolled down from
where Celia’s feet scrabbled to get a hold.
“You all right, Milly?”
“Yes,
Papa,” the child replied quietly, her eyes shut tight as they had been for most
of the way up. “Are we nearly there
yet?”
“No
long now, darlin’,” Jack assured her. “We’re
nearly at th’top, savvy?”
“Good,”
Milly responded, biting her lip. “I
don’t like this.”
“I
know yer don’t but it’ll soon be over, I promise.”
“Oh! Oh, thank you,” Celia breathed as a hand
appeared over the top of the ridge and helped her up the last couple of
feet. She stood unsteadily, her eyes
widening at the sheer amount of people crammed on top of the outcrop and she
turned as Jack appeared in view.
“Jack…”
“Aye,”
he nodded, his eyes scanning the crowds to see just who was up there and hoping
to find some of his crewmen but there did not appear to be any. “Get Milly down an’ we’ll find somewhere ter
sit, eh?”
Celia
untied her daughter and hugged her close, her heart pounding now that she had
reached safety. “Jack, I don’t think I
can get back down that way…”
“There’s
an easier way down,” the pirate captain assured her. “But it’s wooded fer most of th’way up an’ I didn’t want ter risk
it. Come on – this way.” He took Celia’s hand and led them to the far
end of the outcrop where the trees lined the way and they stood and looked in
shock at the blazing town.
“My
house,” Celia lamented, biting her lip to try and prevent tears from
spilling. “My possessions… oh, Jack!”
she gasped. “Your beautiful things that
you have collected!”
“Aye,”
he sighed ruefully. “I know… but at
least I have th’means ter survive – some of these folk will have lost
everythin’ they own.”
“Terrible
thing, eh, Cap’n Sparrow?”
Jack
looked at the speaker, a large, ugly man with broken teeth, and he nodded. “Aye, terrible,” he echoed. “Any idea what caused it, Ben?”
“A
careless spark in th’bakery from what I’ve heard,” Ben Matthews, a stevedore at
the docks, shrugged. “Yer ain’t seen me
Missus have yer?”
“No,
Ben,” Jack frowned. “Sorry but I
haven’t. I’ll keep an eye out fer her,
savvy?”
“Ta,
Cap’n,” he acknowledged, touching his forehead in salute before moving off.
“Here,
sit down…” Jack took off his coat and placed it on the ground, taking Milly off
Celia and helping his former lover to sit before sitting beside her and placing
their daughter between them. “Nothin’
we can do except wait.”
“Yes,”
Celia nodded, her apparent calmness belied by a frown and a worried look in her
eyes. “We will be safe, won’t we?” she
mouthed to Jack, not wanting her already scared daughter to hear her fears.
“Aye,”
Jack nodded, although in truth, he was not so sure. There were far more people at the top of the cliff than he had
expected. He quietly took out his
pistol, and turning away from Milly’s sight, primed and cocked it, shoving it
just beneath his legs while Celia rummaged in the knapsack she had been
carrying and pulled out a small knife and doing the same as Jack.
“What’s
this?” he enquired as a piece of oilskin fell from the sack and Jack unrolled
it, starting in surprise as an uncanny likeness of Oliver Fernan stared back at
him. “Ah… sorry…”
“That’s
all right,” Celia smiled, looking with sadness at the painting. “We had our portraits done at a fair in
Cockburn Town, Oliver kept mine on board the ship,” she told him, taking the
picture and rolling it back in the protective cloth.
“Aye,
of course he did,” Jack nodded. ‘Bloody
hell! Maybe she did love him…’ “Did he know about this one?” he asked,
indicating her swollen belly.
“No,”
Celia sighed. “He’d been away for three
months by the time I found out about his… death,” she gulped, wondering why it
was suddenly affecting her once more.
“What
else you got in there?” he enquired, changing the subject.
“Food,
a flask of water, and thirty five guineas,” she replied, looking pointedly at
Jack.
“Celia…”
he warned with a sigh. “I’ve told you…”
“And
I’ve told you,” Celia shrugged, her jaw set determinedly. “Are you all right, darling?” she asked her
daughter, wrapping her arm around the child and holding her close.
“Yes,
Mama,” she murmured. “How long will we
have to stay here?”
Celia
glanced at Jack who shrugged. “Not
long,” she assured the child. “Just
until the fires go out.”
“Th’way
this wind is fannin’ th’flames, that shouldn’t take long,” Jack mused aloud. “An’ with everythin’ so dry anyway…”
The
three of them fell into silence as they watched the pirate town burn until
Celia found her head drooping, smiling gratefully at Jack as he lifted a
sleeping Milly onto his lap and shuffled closer, offering Celia his shoulder to
lean on. “What are we going to do
tonight?” she asked, holding his hand quite without thinking as she nestled up
to him.
“I’ll
keep watch,” Jack promised, glancing at the sinking sun and working out how
long there was left until night.
“You’ll be safe, I swear.”
“I
don’t suppose you have another pistol, do you?”
“Eh?”
“I
can use them, you know,” Celia shuddered, thinking about the man she had shot
at her home in Cockburn. “Oliver taught
me.”
“I
know yer can, but no, I don’t,” Jack sighed ruefully, wishing he had had
thought to bring more weapons with him.
“Go ter sleep.”
“I
can’t,” she smiled ruefully. “It’s too
damned uncomfortable for a start!”
“Celia
Hammond!” Jack admonished jokingly.
“Swearin’ like that!”
“Hmpf!”
she snorted with derision. “I’ve come a
long way since that uptight little virgin you once set your cap at, Captain
Sparrow.”
“My
cap has never moved, luv,” he admitted, squeezing her hand.
Celia
gulped, biting her lip as a mixture of fear and excitement coursed through her
veins. She opened her mouth to reply
but got interrupted by a man coming and standing in front of them.
“Cap’n,”
Noah Trinity nodded. “Glad to see yo
an’ Miss Celia safe, Sir.”
“Noah!”
Jack greeted, grateful to see his crewman, but cursing his terrible timing as
well. “Yer didn’t make th’ship?”
“No,
I was helpin’ ter try an’ put out th’fire.”
He squatted down beside Celia, either not noticing or not reacting to
their holding hands, and made himself comfortable on the ground.
“I
hope no one took risks,” Jack frowned.
“Some
of th’shop keepers did,” the former slave shrugged. “It wasn’t nice…”
“I’ll
bet,” his captain shuddered, thinking there couldn’t be a worse death than the
one he had so nearly had once at the hands of the cannibals.
“Some
fuckin’ king of Tortuga ya turned out ter be!”
In
a flash, Jack and Noah sprang to their feet, weapons at the ready to face a
posse of seven or eight men advancing on them.
“Celia,” Jack ordered, handing the rudely awoken Milly to her mother. “Go…”
Celia
did not need any second bidding and scrambled up, clutching Milly to her as she
started down the gentler slope than the one they had come up. “B-be careful,” she stammered.
“Trinity,
go with her an’ make sure she an’ Milly are safe.”
“Better
if you go, Cap’n – I’ll hold
‘em off.”
“Fer
fuck’s sake, man! Go an’ protect th’two
people who mean most ter me in th’world, savvy?” Jack snarled, waving his
dagger in one hand whilst aiming his pistol at the man who had threatened him. “You reckon you can blame th’fire on me?” he
asked, addressing the aggressors.
“Come
on, Miss Celia,” Noah urged, running down to catch them up and taking her arm,
propelling her faster.
“B-but
Jack… go and help him,” she gasped, trying to pull away.
“He
wants yo an’ Milly safe,” he shrugged, hoping that none of the men would come
after them.
…
“This
town has gone ter rack an’ ruin since ya took over,” the lead man taunted,
sneering at Jack as they crept ever closer.
“It’s a piss pot.”
“It
always was,” Jack sighed. “I was
improvin’ th’place, not that th’likes of you would ever be sober enough ter
notice.”
“Yer
a poor fuckin’ excuse fer a pirate, let alone king of Tortuga!”
“Yer
leave Cap’n Sparrer alone, yer stupid
bastard,” Ben Matthews warned and Jack looked with relief as he and a group of
other dockhands surrounded the threatening group.
“Ya
wanna fight, Matthews, yer ugly git?”
“With
pleasure, Bernards,” the stevedor grinned as he lauched himself forwards and
before he had chance to think, Jack found himself also diving into the thong,
yelling at the top of his voice as he fired his pistol and clubbed several men
with it before it fell from his grasp, then he switched to his dagger,
thrusting it into, he hoped, one of the aggressors.
…
“Oh!”
Celia gasped, looking back at the explosion of noise from the top of the
hill. “Noah, please.”
“Yo
an’ Milly are more important,” he stated, shaking his head. “Come on, th’flames haven’t reached this
side.” He led her to the left, moving
deeper into the heart of the island and away from the fires that were now
raging through the forest that covered the island, now that most of the
buildings in the town had been destroyed.
“But
there is nowhere to escape it!” she protested.
“We’re
goin’ ter head back fer th’docks once th’fires have passed,” Noah told
her. “Just trust me, Miss Celia. Do yo want me ter have Milly?”
“Please,”
she nodded, her arms and back aching from having to run with her five year old
daughter in her arms.
“Come
on, Milly,” he beamed at the frightened, whimpering child. “We’ll soon be safe.”
“But
what about Papa?” she asked tearfully.
“Those men were going to hurt him.”
‘Papa?’ Celia thought in
shock. ‘How long has she been calling him
Papa?’
“Milly,
yo father is Cap’n Jack Sparrow, there’s no one can hurt him.”
“Noah,
please don’t raise her hopes like that,” Celia chided reproachfully.
“Sorry,
Miss Celia – but it is th’truth,” he shrugged as he led the way. “He’ll be fine, I’d stake m’life on it.”
‘Am I going
to lose another love?’ Celia wondered, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood as she
tried to push the thought from her mind.
‘Oh, dear Lord, no…’
…
“Go,
Cap’n Sparrow!” Ben urged as they fought side by side. “We’ll see ‘em off.”
“I’m
not leavin’ yer until this has been quelled, savvy?” Jack panted as he
despatched another adversary. “Thanks,
Ben.”
“S’all
right, Cap’n,” the dockhand assured him.
“I learned earlier that m’good wife didn’t make it, so I ain’t got a lot
ter live fer.”
“I’m
sorry, Ben,” he sympathised. “But she
wouldn’t want yer killin’ yourself fer nothin’.”
“She
thought a lot of yer, did my Ella – have m’guts fer garters if I didn’t try an’
help yer.” He glanced around, laughing
out loud as the aggressors dropped their weapons in surrender. “Look at ‘em run, th’fuckin’ cowards! Now will yer go, Cap’n?”
“I
can’t” Jack sighed, wanting nothing more than to find Celia and his
daughter. “I have ter stay in case of
more trouble – I wouldn’t be much of a leader if I didn’t, eh?”
“There
ain’t much of a town ter be leader of,” the stevedore reminded him, nodding at
the ruined town.
“No,”
Jack agreed with a rueful smile. “But
I’m still king an’ I’m not runnin’ out just because of what’s happened, savvy?”
“Three
cheers fer Cap’n Sparrer!” a voice in the victorious crowd called, and Jack had
the good grace to look slightly self-conscious as the cries rang out.
…
“What’s
that?” Celia fretted as they heard loud noises coming from the clifftop.
“Dunno,”
the black crewman replied, “but I ain’t goin’ back up ter find out.”
They
continued in silence for a while as they skirted the woods where the fire had
already raged, taking care over the red hot cinders and flying sparks until
they reached the edge of town, not far from where Celia’s house had been.
“Nearly
there,” Noah panted, sweat pouring down his face. “We’ll see if there’s a boat that I can row yer out in.”
“Out
to what?” Celia enquired, looking over the flattened landscape at the harbour,
now clearly visible. “There are no
ships…”
“Th’Pearl should be just off
th’island – they won’t have gone far,” he assured her with a smile. “Here,” he beamed as he spotted an abandoned
boat still moored to the wharf. “I
hoped that someone’d have left it too late ter row out…”
“Oi! Piss off, yer bastard! We’re takin’ that!”
Noah
thrust Milly into Celia’s arms and went for his pistol, stashed inside the
waist of his breeches, but he was a fraction too late and the leader of the
group of men approaching, took aim and fired his own weapon, taking the Pearl man straight through
the chest.
“Noah!” Celia shrieked,
clutching her screaming child tighter.
“No…”
“I
suggest, unless yer want ter entertain us before we row out, yer run as fast as
yer pretty little legs’ll take yer,” he snarled, indicating for his friends to
get in the boat.
“But…”
she spluttered, looking down at Noah and realising that there was nothing to be
done for him. “You bastard!” she spat,
turning around and running away as quickly as her bulk and the sobbing child
would allow, all the time waiting for a pistol shot to take her as well.
…
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