A Pirates Passion

Chapter 13


Three weeks later…………..


Madeline stood in the kitchen and stretched out her back. Her back had been aching severely for several days. She smiled and ran her hand along her stomach. “Well little one, are ye ever going to come out?” She loved this child. Loved it with all her being.

And she knew that James love it as well. Loved it as if it were his very own. He was also very aware of Madeline’s needs. He would rub her back when it ached. Rubbed her feet when they were sore.

She absentmindedly played with the chain around her neck. She had placed the ring James gave her on it so that she could wear it but still keep it hidden. She had fallen in love with him. She knew it deep in her heart. Missing Jack was getting to be a little less unbearable.

JJ she still missed dreadfully.

Madeline heard the door open and close. She glanced at the clock and smiled. James wasn’t due for another hour or so. “James?” She called out as she walked towards the living room.

“You’re early.” She said.

“Bonjour Madeline.” Louis Jacquette said bowing to her and smiled wickedly.

Madeline felt her heart drop to her stomach. Oh God. “What are you doing here? How did you find me?” She asked trying to find something to hold on to.

Jacquette moved closer to her and pulled out a piece of parchment from his inner pocket in his coat. He unfolded it and smiled at her. “A little sparrow told me.”

“What are you talking about?” She asked and began to back herself up towards the kitchen.

“Oh this little love letter that you wrote to Jack Sparrow. I saw your first mate and that friend of yours Will Turner deliver a letter to the Faithful Bride. Figured I’d help myself to it. Since I couldn’t catch up with you in Shanghai, after I found out Sparrow tricked me. ”

He smiled evilly at her. “Proved to be a very valuable piece of information.”

Madeline’s head was reeling. Oh God, Jack never got the letter. Mr. Taylor had returned from Tortuga three months earlier and told her the letter was gone. Instead of Jack getting it, Louis Jacquette got it. Jack didn’t know about her pregnancy. Her hand went to her fully extended abdomen. It could be any day that she was due.

“You always were a whore Madeline.” He leered at her. “And now, you are going to be my whore.”

“No Louis, please don’t do this.” She pleaded. Where in the hell did she put her knife? She thought and turned her head.

Louis watched her and backhanded her with his hand, slicing her cheek with his knife.

She fell on the ground and landed on her stomach. Pain shot through her body. Her hand went to her stomach. “That is just the start of my repayment to you cheri’.” He said hauling her up by her hair. Madeline began to struggle.

“Louis, please don’t.” She pleaded with him. He wasn’t listening. He slapped her again and her lip began to bleed. She could feel the blood from the cut in her cheek run down her face.

“I’ll make you so ugly, no man will want you again when I’m done with you.” He said as he pulled her by her hair and dragged her towards the stairs. “I’m assuming your bedroom is upstairs. Let’s go.” He hissed.

Madeline pulled free and picked up a vase of flowers from the table and launched it at him.

He ducked and laughed as it missed him. He began to chase her and took a hold of her hair once again.

“Louis, let me go. There is going to be a regiment of soldiers coming this way any minute now.” She said as tears filled her eyes with pain.

“Oh you mean your lover? Commodore Norrington.” Louis sneered at her. “It wasn’t hard sneaking past his guards. I’ve been watching them for weeks. I know when they go past your house and when they don’t. I doubt anyone will come to your rescue you slut.”

He dragged her up the stairs and threw her into her room. Her hands clutched at her stomach as she felt a pain surge through her abdomen. Oh God, not now. Please not now.

“Get on the bed you whore.”

Madeline didn’t argue with him. Tears ran down her cheeks, mixing with the blood from her cuts.

“Did you not think I wouldn’t find you Madeline?” He said leering at her. He began to remove his jacket. “Once I found out it was Jack Sparrow that bought your son, I knew that you weren’t far behind.” He moved towards the bed and ripped her dress. Madeline screamed.

Louis slapped her once again. “Shut up bitch!” He began to rip at her skirts, fumbling with his pants.

Madeline began to kick at him and was able to kick him off balance. She slowly reached under her mattress. Please be there she prayed. Her fingers felt the hilt of her knife and she reached up and pushed it right into Louis Jacquette’s heart as he came back at her. He fell backwards, clutching at his heart. Madeline got to her knees and pushed the knife in as far as she could.

“That is for my son you filthy bastard.” She hissed. She reached for his sword and somehow managed to pull it free and stab him in the stomach. “And that is for me. May ye rot in hell.”

Louis Jacquette clutched at both his heart and his stomach. His eyes began to glaze over. “I’ll meet you there bitch.” He gurgled as he fell to the floor.

Madeline stumbled from the room. The pain in her stomach almost too much to bear.

How she made it down the stairs she didn’t know. She began to feel dizzy and felt her knees weaken. She fell to the floor. She felt a rush of liquid between her legs. She lifted her skirt and saw blood mixed with fluid. “Oh God.” She moaned. She began to pull herself to the front door. “James!” She cried out.

James Norrington whistled as he made his way to Madeline’s house. He was bringing her a bouquet of red roses. He inhaled their deep aroma. He saw her door open as he approached.

His heart tore in two when he heard her scream his name. He rushed inside.

“Madeline love?” he called out for her. His heart stopped when he saw her lying on the floor. Blood coming from her face. “Oh my God.” He rushed to her side.

"Who did this, Madeline, is he still in the house," James asked wondering if he needed to draw his weapon.

"He's dead," she sobbed. Her hand went to her stomach as pain seized her once again. "Oh God, the baby."

James took hold of her, "Come let's get you into bed and I'll get the doctor," he said gently.

Madeline reached up to stop him. "No James. Not upstairs." She pleaded. "Take me to Elizabeth's." She screamed in pain.

James lifted her off the floor, "Hang onto me, I've got you," he said carrying her out the door.

Madeline clung to him as tears rolled down her cheeks. "James it hurts."

"We'll be there in no time, just hang on a little longer my darling," James said moving as fast as he could. He spotted a man with a carriage, "Halt there you," he called.

The man turned and saw the commodore coming toward him. He didn't ask he simply did as he was told.

"I need your carriage," James said as he helped Madeline into it before the man could give his permission. "To Will Turner's place as fast as you can," he roared at the man as he climbed in with her.

The man had his team running in no time flat, James held onto Madeline, "Ssshh it won't be long now darling," he said. He was terrified and trying to not let it show.

Madeline whimpered in his arms. She crunched into a ball as another pain gripped her.

"The baby's coming James." She cried.

"No Madeline, not yet, please hang on just a little bit longer," James exclaimed no longer concerned if his fear showed or not.

The carriage came to a sudden stop. James opened the carriage door. "Tell Mr. Turner to come out here now," he yelled at the driver.

The man jumped down and ran to the house and pounded on the door.

Elizabeth heard the pounding. She flung it open. "Why are you pounding on my door sir?" she yelled at him.

"The commodore and a very pregnant lady flagged me down," the man said pointing to his carriage.

"ELIZABETH!" James screamed.