Months. It had been months since she had watched the last of her kind be captured and slaughtered. It was just her now, out in the world, fending for herself. She was doing an okay job of it, but one can only take being alone for so long. So, the Phoenix took to helping people that were in need. Though she never stuck around too long after. She couldn’t have those she have helped tell others and try to capture her.
So, she flew from place to place, hidden in the cover of the clouds, only stopping long enough to help out or to rest her wings.
It was hard though…. Staying hidden. When one of your forms are a eight foot, firey colored bird, you tend to draw attention to yourself.
Lucky for her, she could take the form of a human, which was the form she was in at the moment. She had been flying back towards the island that she had once called home, planning to take the chance to rest.
It was late, the stars and the light glow of her feathers were the only things lighting the skies. The phoenix was deep in thought as she let herself dip down below the clouds. It was then she spotted something that seemed extremely out of place. What was that floating there? She descended even lower, circling overhead. A human? Well she couldn’t just leave them there in good consciousness. They may still be alive!
Diving down with her talons outstretched, she picked him up as careful as she could. Her island wasn’t /too/ far away. With any hope, he would hang on until then.
It didn’t take her long to reach the island with how swiftly she was moving and as soon as she reached it, she set him down and returned to her normal form to work. The phoenix knelt next to him, checking for a pulse.
He remembered a storm; a horrifying, monstrous tempest that had leapt up on the Pearl and it had taken all of the crew’s might to steer her straight and true as huge waves cascaded over the railing and rain soaked the ship’s black decks and sails.
Jack had been at the helm before all hell had broken loose. A sudden surge of water had gushed over the port railing and knocked him off his feet. Searing pain jolted through his left shoulder at the impact with the deck, and before he could get back to his feet another wave washed him overboard.
He remembered nothing else.
Therefore, he was remarkably surprised when he felt his senses return to him, as before he’d blacked out from the pain of his shoulder wound he was sure that he’d been done for. Surely nobody could have survived something like that. Unless of course… he was dead and this was the afterlife.
His shoulder certainly hurt like hell for someone that was supposedly in the afterlife - unless the fiery pits of Hell were where he’d ended up for his sins. He would hardly be surprised at that - he was surely guilty of the majority of the seven, if not all of them.
When he finally opened his eyes, he was forced to blink against the blinding light that greeted him. He tried to move his limbs but even the slightest twitch sent stars exploding in his vision and agony coursed through his left arm and leg.
Wherever he was, it certainly didn’t feel like death. Dying was probably a more accurate term. He could feel the sand beneath his fingertips. Dying on a spit of land in the middle of nowhere with no hope of rescue. No rum, no rumrunners, no Elizabeth, no smell of burning. It would take a miracle to get out of this.
That was when he spotted a figure looming over him.
Saria was beginning to worry about the man that she had found. It had been hours and he had yet to wake! She had already tended to his wounds, healing them with her tears… Which means that the fever must be setting in by now…. And had fetched some items that may be needed.
Now all she had to do was wait….
At the first hint of movement, she was quickly at his side, looking down at him. Right. So, time to come up with a way that she had come across him that didn’t involve flying…. Could always say he washed up here…. Then the question of what happened to the wounds came. She could always just tell the truth.
That could work…. Right?
Oh, sure, like that didn’t blow up in your face the last time. You’re lucky you got out of that mess alive! She thought to herself. It was true. The last person she had helped and became close to, turned around and stabbed her in the back.
The phoenix was pulled from her thoughts when she saw him waking up. “Ah, there we are. I thought you were never going to wake up.” she gave him a friendly smile “How are you feeling?”