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Post by Jacky on Apr 15, 2006 17:12:46 GMT
"I accepted" I whisper hoarsely. My gaze wanders back to the candle as I continue the story, "...I knew how to get acces to the towns ammunition. So I set a fire to the powder room.. there was an explosion and within seconds the entire town was in flames." My eyes seem to become even darker than usual with this memory, my gaze distant, "...I killed them. All of them. Women were burning.. children screaming. I saw Watson burn to death in front of my eyes." It doesn't seem like I'm talking to Ana anymore.. I'm just recalling the memory, the images flashing in front of my eyes, "The people I knew.. everybody who ever did anything for me.. I destructed their lives for my own good." I narrow my eyes, "...Before I was ten years old I carried the guilt of killing hundreds."
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Post by Hannah on Apr 15, 2006 17:17:33 GMT
I stare at him now, my eyes fixed onto his lips. I swallow hard, not knowing what to say. Aye.. i understand now..
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Post by Jacky on Apr 15, 2006 19:32:26 GMT
I snap out of my thoughts and tiredly rub my eyes, blurring the coal that's around them a little, "I'm not proud of it, Ana. That's why I didn't want to tell you." I get up, needing some fresh air or something. Anything to take my mind of this memory.
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Post by Hannah on Apr 15, 2006 19:34:03 GMT
I look down "...sorry.." i whisper
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Post by Jacky on Apr 15, 2006 19:42:14 GMT
"Aye.." I murmer, taking a deep breath. "Me too." I give her an half-apologetic, half-bitter smile before I leave the cabin. I need that fresh air now.
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Post by Hannah on Apr 15, 2006 19:43:42 GMT
I watch him leave and empty the bottle then he left on the table. i make a face when the stuff runs down my throad.
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Post by Jacky on Apr 15, 2006 19:47:14 GMT
The deck is deserted by now, save for the nightwatch who pay little attention to me. Which isn't out of the ordinary either.. it happens frequently that I go updecks barefeeted and half-dressed if I can't sleep or anything. Or when I just want to be at the helm of my ship. This time I'm thankfull for their disinterest - being alone is what I need right now. I go to the very back of the ship where I put my hands on the railing and look over it into the dark water, taking a deep breath.
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Post by Hannah on Apr 15, 2006 19:49:59 GMT
After emptying the bottle i sit there for a moment and put my head into my hands. I take a deep breath.. i didnt expect this to come.. and i shouldnt have known it at all.
I chew on my lip til it bleed.. stupid habit.. and get up then.
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Post by Jacky on Apr 15, 2006 19:55:31 GMT
Eventhough Ana herself inquired to know about this, I start to think of what SHE will think of this. I know that she must've thought that -in spite of being a pirate- there was a centre of good inside of me. That instead of having a black and rotten heart there was part of me that knew what's right. But now I've proven to be unable to claim any of that virtue. I'm nothing but a pirate, and that's that.
I sigh and drop my shoulders, closing my eyes for a second and taking a deep breath of the salty seawind.
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Post by Hannah on Apr 15, 2006 19:59:28 GMT
I take a really deep breath and slowly make my way ondecks then. I look around for a moment and look up at Jack at the helm then. I chew on my lip, doubting for a moment, before I walk up him. Without saying anything, I place my arms around him, from behind
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