I Can't Do This

Stuck With Omega Problem

I walked into catering, and sat with AJ, Karlski and Luke. AJ passed me a bottle of Jack, which I happily took.

N: Sorry if I hurt you really bad with that weight, AJ.
AJ: Oh, it's fine. It hurt less than what a cinder block would hurt.
N: Yeah. I got a question concerning Omega.
L: What about him?
N: Has he always been a cocky son of a bitch?
K: Yeah, he has actually. But only around women that he finds that he wants to bone.
N: Great. He's cocky in more than one sense of the word.

We talked for a bit more, until we were told to clear the building, because 205 Live was now finished. I caught a ride with TJ, and he drove back to the hotel. I said goodbye, and walked off towards my room. I didn't feel the pain, until I hit the ground. Something or someone had hit me in the back of my head with a steel chair. 

◼◼◼◼◼◼◼◼◼The dream sequence◼◼◼◼◼◼◼◼◼
The waves crashed against the beaten wood of The Constantine. A banging could be heard, not cannons and not hammers. It was a pair of fists beating down against my cabin door. Sliding of from underneath the covers, was a little ball of fluff in the form of a feline, then myself. Throwing on my captain's gear, I answered the door. Standing on the other side was the Turner boy.

"Captain Jiwe! Finally, you have risen," Henry exclaimed. My head rolled. My best friend, my pet cat Lavigne, had jumped up and perched herself on my left shoulder. "Henry, what is so urgent you had to disturb me from my slumber?" my voice had carried on. Instead of telling me, he grabbed my right hand and pulled me towards the wheel. A grand table was set up for a meeting, leaving the grandest chair open for myself. I had positioned myself in the captain's chair so the meeting could begin. There were thirteen exquisite chairs all around the table, the best for me. One chair for each captain aboard my ship, which consisted of thirteen seperate groups to create the most chaotic pirate group anyone has ever seen. "Captain Jiwe, you must get rid of that filth that you call a companion," Captain Nelyse exclaimed, every word laced with disgust. "Is it a daily requirement to remind you who the head captain aboard MY ship is? No it is not, so I suggest you pay more respect towards myself and Lavigne, Captain Nelyse!" I yelled, almost witnessing her fall from her chair.

The rest of the meeting went by smoothly, until an enemy ship had caught up to us. I recognised the captain of that ship anywhere. It was Henry's father, Captain Will Turner. Everyone alive knew the tale of Will Turner's beginning, and how his adventure started with the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow. He was shouting demands incoherently, making it obvious that he was drunk. The demand that stood out the most though was when he screamed for his son to come back to him. Henry refused, picking up the nearest gun, and aimed it at his own father's head, right between the eyeballs. I could smell the fear that was coming from Henry. Every set of legs was now paying attention to what is about to occur. "You wouldn't try it! You're too weak, boy," the yelling had continued. One swift motion was all that it took, and Turner Junior had removed himself from his family. A petite figure, no taller and no shorter than myself, running towards Will's body, screaming his name with all of her might. Wheeling around, she thrust her sword, pointing it in the direction of my heart. "How dare you murder the father of my child in cold blood? You'll pay for this! Every single soul aboard The Constantine will pay!" she screamed. A guard dragged her back to her quarters, and out of sight. The amount of stress was rising up quickly, enough to make me collapse into Henry's arms.

Later in my cabin.

"Captain Jiwe, are you feeling ill?" Henry had asked. "Oh, I'm alright. Honestly," I had answered back. A bark like noise had followed, which Henry had registered as multiple coughs. Quickly, he had fetched me a glass of water and pulled the covers up and over my body. Lavigne pushed off of the ground, and landed next to my head. Gently, I took small sips of water and didn't hear Henry ask his question. "Captain! Did you hear what I said?" Henry spoke louder this time. "Please! Just call me Nova. Captain Jiwe was my father," I had responded, "what was your question?" His face lit up like the night sky, full with twinkling lights. "Would it be possible if I could stay the night? I want to make sure that you don't kick the bucket while you're sleeping Ca... Nova," I nodded, and suddenly realised that my bed was the only bed in my quarters. I was worried, because I would have to share my bed with my second in command. "It seems a problem has presented itself, Henry. We'll have to share my bed for the night," I had stated. "I promise I won't hurt you Nova. If I do, I'll make myself walk the plank," he had replied. I moved myself to provide some space for Henry on the bed. I was worried if any of the other pirates would start to think if Henry and I had slept with each other. They would probably send a rumour about it across every floor on this ship.

A month later,when the sickness begins.

I can barely step a single foot outside of my cabin. If I do, I collapse and fall down to the hard, wooden floor beneath my feet. We docked at an island that was known for their doctors. A group left the ship and travelled into the village below to acquire a few doctors for the ship, instead of having everyone aboard the ship drop dead. Henry opened the door for my cabin, and walked in with a doctor by his side. Henry guarded the door, while the doctor got herself situated next to my bed. The doctor covered my mouth with one hand, and thrust a knife into my stomach, and carved and intricate pattern in my gut. Blood came pouring out, and the colour was draining from my face. The last thing I saw before I shut my eyes for the final time was the doctor killing Lavigne, then slitting Henry's throat. I guess that we would be able to see each other again, but in the afterlife. As if on cue, my eyes shut just as I pulled Lavigne close to my body.

I woke up drenched in sweat. I looked around, and saw that Omega had helped me into my room. I looked up from my bed, and saw Mustafa tied to a chair. I looked at his face, which was covered in bruises. I turned to Kenny, anger painted all across my face.

N: What the hell did you do?
Ken: I took out your little boyfriend. He attacked you with a chair, so I attacked him, and helped you in here.
MA: She deserved it. I just can't get over that she fell for my so called love for her.
N: What do you mean?
MA: I took you away from the other three. So I can use you whenever I want. They can see it, but you can't. You're blinded by your feelings. To be honest, I never liked you. I mean, who would? You're just a wh...
N: Shut up!

I packed my bags, and everything else. I started walking out of the room, with Kenny behind me. As I passed Mustafa, I spat in his face. He deserved it. Once we were out of the room, I ran away from Kenny so I could get to Finn's room. He opened the door on instinct, not realising he was only covering his bottom half with a towel. He stood aside, and let me in. I shut the door after me, and set my bags down near the couch. I turned around, only to result in Finn's warm embrace. I hugged him back, crying into his chest. Leaning down, he planted a kiss on my forehead. I stood on my tiptoes, and returned the favour.

I layed down on the couch, and accepted the fact that I was now free. But, am I really free?