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And here's today's...
58. Sickness
~ An Execrable Business, continued...
Only one fatality, but there were eight men wounded, and there'd be ten down in the sick bay after the agreed sentence was carried out on each of the lookouts, whose failure to take the job as seriously as needed had so lamentably coincided with the remarkable stealth and speed of the Corsairs' attack. Barbossa wanted the two keelhauled, but Jack overruled him, reckoning one death was enough this round. Sharks had been seen following the Pearl since first light and the young miscreants wouldn't have a chance in Hades.
"A hundred lashes, then, if you're so squeamish," said Barbossa. "They'll live."
"Forty," Jack said, adamant, "and they're off the Pearl at Shelmerston."
The crew agreed, all except Barbossa and his particular mates, and the sentence was carried out immediately, before all hands, save those who were too badly wounded. And Nell.
Jack hated flogging with a passion, but there was no choice here, not with culpability clear and Barbossa dogging his heels. And there was his own guilt, too. In some ways the failure was his. He'd hired those men. He should have been on deck, this close to land, instead of taking his ease with Nell.
Nell.
He set his face like stone and the crew took their lead from him. The only sounds were those of the sea and ship, the thud of his heart loud in his ears, and the cat being applied with vicious force by Bo'sun.
*
He saw Nell in passing a few times that day, and she'd seemed all right, somewhat pale and unsmiling, but who wasn't? The general mood began to lighten as repairs were affected, and in the afternoon the wind veered propitiously and began to carry the Pearl north at a great rate. If it kept up (and Jack's weather-sense told him it might) they could be in England within the fortnight.
It was late when Jack retired to his cabin for a few hours shuteye, but Nell was awake, huddled by the gallery windows with Giselle beside her. The cat jumped down as he approached, and Nell stood, facing him squarely. Her eyes were red, she'd been crying. But she was not crying now.
Brave Nell. Foolish Nell.
He said nothing, just sat down on the window seat, pulled her close, and set her on his lap. She gave a small sigh and put her arms about him, and for a long time they were silent together.
Eventually, however, she did speak. "I'm sorry, Jack." And she looked up, and lifted a hand to caress his cheek.
"I'm sorry, too," he said, his voice rough with emotion.
That night they lay close and warm and, above all, chaste in each others' arms, as they did for each of the next seven.
On the afternoon of the eighth day, Jack came to Nell where she stood by the rail, looking out over the sea. She said, quietly, "I've started my courses." The edge of her mouth quivered, and she brushed something from her eye before catching hold of the rail again.
He set his own hand next to hers, so close their fingers touched, and found it deeply unsettling that his relief, the only logical reaction to her words, was accompanied by a vague but perceptible sense of loss.
TBC...
Previous bits...
| 1. Tortuga 2. Happiness 3. Festive 4. Last Minute 5. Calm 6. Truth 7. Bargain 8. Spook 9. Down 10. Wounds 11. Moon 12. Monsters 13. Beauty 14. Name 15. History | 16. Service 17. Advice 18. Captain 19. Awe 20. Cross 21. Mistake 22. Heroism 23. Gold 24. Echo 25. Greed 26. Advance 27. Challenge 28. Adventure 29. Sentence 30. Treasure | 31. North 32. Coat 33. Good and Evil 34. Sickness & Health 35. Lost 36. Court 37. What if? 38. Island 39. That can't be 40. Prophesy 41. Ten Years Later 42. French 43. Deed 44. Tea 45. Scarlett & Giselle | 46. Link 47. Comedy 48. Mothers 49. Fathers 50. Rib 51. Music 52. Magic 53. Pirate King 54. Freedom 55. Sea Shanties 56. Isla de Muerta 57. Tragedy |
And here's today's...
58. Sickness
~ An Execrable Business, continued...
Only one fatality, but there were eight men wounded, and there'd be ten down in the sick bay after the agreed sentence was carried out on each of the lookouts, whose failure to take the job as seriously as needed had so lamentably coincided with the remarkable stealth and speed of the Corsairs' attack. Barbossa wanted the two keelhauled, but Jack overruled him, reckoning one death was enough this round. Sharks had been seen following the Pearl since first light and the young miscreants wouldn't have a chance in Hades.
"A hundred lashes, then, if you're so squeamish," said Barbossa. "They'll live."
"Forty," Jack said, adamant, "and they're off the Pearl at Shelmerston."
The crew agreed, all except Barbossa and his particular mates, and the sentence was carried out immediately, before all hands, save those who were too badly wounded. And Nell.
Jack hated flogging with a passion, but there was no choice here, not with culpability clear and Barbossa dogging his heels. And there was his own guilt, too. In some ways the failure was his. He'd hired those men. He should have been on deck, this close to land, instead of taking his ease with Nell.
Nell.
He set his face like stone and the crew took their lead from him. The only sounds were those of the sea and ship, the thud of his heart loud in his ears, and the cat being applied with vicious force by Bo'sun.
*
He saw Nell in passing a few times that day, and she'd seemed all right, somewhat pale and unsmiling, but who wasn't? The general mood began to lighten as repairs were affected, and in the afternoon the wind veered propitiously and began to carry the Pearl north at a great rate. If it kept up (and Jack's weather-sense told him it might) they could be in England within the fortnight.
It was late when Jack retired to his cabin for a few hours shuteye, but Nell was awake, huddled by the gallery windows with Giselle beside her. The cat jumped down as he approached, and Nell stood, facing him squarely. Her eyes were red, she'd been crying. But she was not crying now.
Brave Nell. Foolish Nell.
He said nothing, just sat down on the window seat, pulled her close, and set her on his lap. She gave a small sigh and put her arms about him, and for a long time they were silent together.
Eventually, however, she did speak. "I'm sorry, Jack." And she looked up, and lifted a hand to caress his cheek.
"I'm sorry, too," he said, his voice rough with emotion.
That night they lay close and warm and, above all, chaste in each others' arms, as they did for each of the next seven.
On the afternoon of the eighth day, Jack came to Nell where she stood by the rail, looking out over the sea. She said, quietly, "I've started my courses." The edge of her mouth quivered, and she brushed something from her eye before catching hold of the rail again.
He set his own hand next to hers, so close their fingers touched, and found it deeply unsettling that his relief, the only logical reaction to her words, was accompanied by a vague but perceptible sense of loss.
TBC...
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Date: 2009-03-08 04:14 pm (UTC)Oh,and Nell! But how could they not!
Wonderful chapter. Can't wait till tomorrow!
Josette
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Date: 2009-03-08 04:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-08 04:32 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-03-08 05:31 pm (UTC)And, poor Nell. They've tasted forbidden fruit and find themselves regretful: for all the things it was before and will never be again, and for what might have been and will not be.
You're killing me here, you know this, right? *wipes tear*
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Date: 2009-03-08 05:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-08 10:20 pm (UTC)Exactly.
I'm glad you've been enjoying the story. The rest of it is somewhat lighter in tone. :)
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Date: 2009-03-08 11:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-08 11:21 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for continuing to read and comment. I really appreciate it. :)
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Date: 2009-03-09 01:51 am (UTC)I loved Jack's adamancy. The entire portrait of the clash between his and Barbossa's personalities that you paint in this story is fantastic.
*waiting impatiently, as always* :]
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Date: 2009-03-09 05:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-09 03:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-09 05:38 am (UTC)True, there are all kinds of possibilities I suppose. But certainly it's better this way, for her and for Jack. Thank you so much for commenting!
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Date: 2009-03-09 04:59 am (UTC)That is the sweetest line, in Brother where art Thou? Clooney says "It's a foolish man who looks for logic in the chambers of the human heart". Poor Jack, he's going to miss her so, but there's naught else to do for it.
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