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Post by Barbossa's girl on Feb 12, 2011 21:18:54 GMT
It's been 13 years since Barbossa and Jenna remarried. Little Rath had grown into a handsome 18-year-old. He looked more like his mother than his father. Barbossa had gotten older too. His hair turned gray over the years.
Barbossa had gotten sick over the past few weeks. The doctor said he didn't have much time left to live. He was put on bed rest until his time came.
"Jenna", Barbossa wheezed.
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Post by ~ Mistress Beckett ~ on Feb 12, 2011 21:23:13 GMT
Jenna was now 37. Surprisingly enough, she had aged well and was back to her old personality. She had found happiness and love again when she remarried and had finally accepted Rath as well.
"Hector?" Jenna asked, hurrying over to the bed. "What is it? Are you okay?"
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Post by Barbossa's girl on Feb 12, 2011 21:26:53 GMT
"Where be Rath?" Barbossa said. "I need to talk to both of ye."
"I'm here, pa", Rath said.
"Ya both know I'm dying", Barbossa said. "I ask fer ya ta be with me fer me final days."
He went into a coughing fit.
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Post by ~ Mistress Beckett ~ on Feb 12, 2011 21:32:03 GMT
"No," JEnna said stubbornly. "No, you're not dying. You're just...sick."
She was still very stubborn and couldn't face the fact that Hector might be dying.
"Of course I'll be here."
Jenna sat next to him and started patting his back as he coughed.
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Post by Barbossa's girl on Feb 12, 2011 21:36:48 GMT
Barbossa picked up a hankerchief and coughed into it. He pulled it away and found blood on it.
"Thank ye", he said to Jenna. "What about ye, Rath?"
"I'm here for you, pa", Rath said.
"Good."
He closed his eyes and sighed.
"If only Rebecca was here too."
"Who's Rebecca?"
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Post by ~ Mistress Beckett ~ on Feb 12, 2011 22:02:19 GMT
"Blood!" Jenna gasped.
She crawled into the bed and wrapped her arms around Barbossa and put her face into his neck.
"Should I call a doctor?"
She frowned when he mentioned Rebecca.
"Why do you want her? You barely know her. Aren't I enough?"
She gave him a put out look.
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Post by Barbossa's girl on Feb 12, 2011 22:05:04 GMT
"She still be our daughter", Barbossa said. "Fer once, I want ta see our whole family together before I pass."
He tossed the bloody hanckerchief on the floor.
"Nay, don't", he said. "There's nuthin he could do."
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Post by ~ Mistress Beckett ~ on Feb 12, 2011 22:10:13 GMT
Jenna pouted.
"You'd rather have her here than me?"
She glared at the bloody handkerchief and started crying.
"No! Don't say that," Jenna moved onto his lap and held him tightly to her. "They can do something. I know they can. I'll fetch a doctor."
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Post by Barbossa's girl on Feb 12, 2011 22:15:59 GMT
"Nay, ya know I love ya", Barbossa said. "I just want ta see me only daughter before I die."
He started coughing again.
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Post by ~ Mistress Beckett ~ on Feb 12, 2011 22:23:34 GMT
"Don't say that!" Jenna yelled.
Having Barbossa on his deathbed was almost more stressful for her than for Barbossa.
"You're NOT going to die, okay? I'd kill myself if you did. So stay here with me."
She kissed him.
"That's great, but I don't see how that's gonna happen."
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