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After attempting and being unable to roll over and get himself up, Elijah finally realized what could have happened to him if the fight had gone on any longer. Jack was high on adrenaline, but he was still moving like he felt no pain. Groaning, he squeezed his eyes shut and grit his teeth against the throbbing in his abdomen and chest. Marabelle was caught between looking after her injured son and wanting to beat the tar out of Jack herself. She watched him go from a happy-go-lucky eight year old boy to an awkward and angry teenager then finally to a well rounded man, or so she thought. Pressing her lips into a fine line, she turned her attentions back to Elijah, helping him out of the wreckage of the dining room table. "Come on, Eli. Stand up, honey." She coaxed quietly, getting him to shift his weight and get to his feet. Although unsteady, he was standing, his whole body throbbing in time to his panicked heartbeat. "Let's get you somewhere better to lay down, okay?" With one final glace at Jack, Marabelle shook her head slightly, her disappointment obvious in the actions of the two men.
Elijah's spine was practically screaming as he nearly bent in half over the edge of the table, but that was nothing compared to the fury unleashed upon him once the wood snapped and he was trapped beneath Jack's weight. No matter what he did, the other man was landing blow after blow. Somehow contorting his body, Elijah placed one foot on Jack's stomach and shoved with every ounce of strength he had left, pushing him off and backwards through the window and into the backyard. Once the relentless beating ceased, all he could do was lay there, pant, and take inventory on everything that hurt. He was pretty sure he had a few broken ribs and possibly a broken finger or two, but he was alive. Almost immediately Marabelle was on the move, making her own assessments of her injured son. "This is more than just her, Amy." She stated matter-of-factly. If she hadn't walked in on her daughter and Jack this morning, she would have agreed, but there was more to this situation than just that.
Stumbling backwards as he was tossed like he weighed nothing, Elijah just stared at Jack, a dangerous expression slowly forming and twisting his features. Even though he truly was a bastard, getting called it by someone he loved like family was a button not many were willing to press. Swiping the back of his hand against his lip, he wiped away the trickle of blood that had started there. "Listen t' you!" He said while grinning like a madman, "Resorting to callin' names because you can't handle the truth!" Watching every single movement Jack made with an eye like a hawk, Elijah rushed forward again, this time using the brute strength he had but never showed. Shoving the other man backwards against the wall, he ducked his head low, his fist going to work on Jack's ribs.

Upon hearing Amy's shriek, Marabelle's head jerked up and she ran towards the sound, only to see Jack and Elijah going at it. "'Ey!" She called, attempting to draw attention. She had seen plenty of fights on board, and knew better than to get between them. Unfortunately not even the Captain could pull the two out of their fight and they'd have to go until they couldn't any longer. It was the only way.
"Let's hope so. We will be making up for nearly twenty years of broken contact." Resting a hand on his cheek, Marabelle moved so that their foreheads touched. "Between your love affair with the sea and the time you spent in jail because of it, or the fact that I'm an only child and you married into government society, we really haven't been together since you kidnapped me." Giggling, she gave him a chaste kiss before pulling away to tend to their daughter who had started to mumble nonsense in her drug induced sleep. "Hopefully we don't get sick of each other and have someone end up overboard. I've been there, done that, really don't want a repeat experience."
Seeing the intent of the swing before it happened, Elijah had a split second in order to make a decision. Should he dodge and retaliate, or let himself get hit again? There was a moment of hesitation before he moved, causing him to get hit, but not to the extent he would have if he hadn't moved. The graze still had enough force behind it to split his lip, he probably wouldn't have been standing if he had received the full fist. "You drove her away, Jack!" As the other man moved back into position for another throw, Elijah had to act. Rushing forward, he hooked his ankle behind Jack's and let his momentum drive his shoulder into his chest. Jack was stronger on his feet, but Elijah was the one that everyone called on to restrain a combatant. His leaner frame gave him the advantage on the ground. Crashing against the chairs as they went down, he wondered for a fleeting moment how no one in this house could not hear what was going on.
Marabelle's giggles slowly disappeared as Sebastian's question sank in. Would she be okay living on the ship again? Leaning into the embrace and looking up, she placed a soft peck on her husband's cheek. "I'll be with you again and that really makes every other point moot." Although she smiled up at him, her stomach twisted at the idea of leaving land again. This time it was most likely for good. "Will your crew function alright with a Captain that is missing a good deal of the time because he's with his wife?"
As Jack approached, Elijah knew he was in trouble. He was definitely beyond words and his rational thought process was drowned in his need to place blame on someone besides himself. Feeling his eyes widen as his whole body was hauled off of his seat, his body immediately tensed for the impending strike. He took too long to think and unable to find the words that would somehow free him of this situation and found himself somehow staring at the floor, struggling to breathe. Jack's fighting style was slow and calculating, but when he made contact it was devastating, just as the punch to his gut showed. After a moment to recover, he shoved himself away and out of his grip, hitting the table and knocking over the mugs of coffee.

Stumbling back a few steps, Elijah managed to get into an area with a little more room to move. Dropping into a defensive position, he stared up at the bigger man, not wanting to add to his aggression. "Com'on mate, let's not do this." Panting as he caught his breath, he watched Jack's body language. "I don't want to fight you." He stated plainly, relaxing his posture and dropping his hands to a less aggressive stance.
Taking a moment to chew on her lower lip, Marabelle silently debated what she should do. One glance at her daughter gave her all the answers she needed. The life on land didn't suit them and as much as she tried to pretend, she couldn't keep up the Parliament rouse any longer. "Are you sure you want her on board?" Motioning towards her husband's female clone, she allowed herself to giggle. "You'd be missing half your crew before you knew it. Especially now that we know what she's capable of."
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Elijah was nearly gleeful when Jack finally spoke. Talking was good. He could work his way out of just about anything with words. Forcing his muscles into motion, he gently set the mug down as he spoke, "I may be a thief, but I don't steal something that belongs to family." Meeting Jack's gaze, he feigned bravado, not wanting to be pushed around by the one person who yanked him forcefully out of his shell when he was younger. The dangerous glint in the other man's eyes opened a pit in his gut. There would be no reasoning with him at this point. "Jack, please." Lowering his voice, he slowly stretched his fingers upwards, giving Jack his palms. He didn't want to fight, especially not here in Amy's house.
The sudden tautness of Sebastian's body immediately put Marabelle on the alert. This whole situation had to be difficult for him, knowing Alice lashed out at the only person she held responsible for everything. She had reached an age where she was no longer naive and understood everything that was going on around her. Including the physical abuse that Marabelle received at the hands of Joseph after one too many drinks. What she wasn't expecting was the question to come out of his mouth, requesting she and their daughter return to the ship when they decide to leave port.

Opening her mouth to speak then closing it when she realized she didn't have an answer, she pulled back to look directly into her husband's emerald green eyes. "If I do, then I will need time to clean up matters here as my father's health is failing and..." Making a face as if she tasted something sour, she dropped her gaze. "There's always the matter of Joseph." He hadn't awoken yet from the strike Alice had delivered to his head, and it was unknown if he would. "How long would I have?" Staring down at her hands in her lap, Marabelle was almost afraid to look up as she didn't want to see the expression her husband was wearing.
Elijah heard the voices and the footsteps long before Jack entered the dining area. Fighting back against his fight or flight response, he stayed put, willing himself invisible. He knew the other man knew about his involvement in the dissolution of their engagement but wasn't sure to what extent. Feeling the gaze of the larger man on him, his body froze, mug hanging midair halfway between the table and his mouth. What do I do? Elijah was used to solving battles between others, but when it came to conflict that involved him, he was at a loss.
Leaning back in the chair she was occupying, Marabelle turned her attention to her husband as he walked through the door. "I wouldn't be surprised if she hadn't already." She said in response to his comment regarding Josephine. Smiling softly, she leaned against him, resting her cheek on his shoulder. "She was awake and talking when I came in here this morning. I overheard her telling Jack that she didn't remember anything." Pausing for a moment, she watched Alice's chest rise and fall gently beneath the blankets. "But I'm not really all that surprised. Between the trauma she experienced and her fever, those memories of what really happened may never surface." Marabelle sighed, "Although that may be a good thing. No one needs to have the memories of being restrained and beaten. Or worse." The idea of a man laying a hand on her daughter made her chest tight, "God help them if they did anything else to her." Leaning forward, Marabelle pushed sweaty strands of black hair off of Alice's forehead and out of the wounds there.
Elijah sat at the kitchen table quietly working on his second cup of coffee while Amy was busy in the kitchen. His mind slowly ticked through the events of the past few days and what he had planned for the near future. One thing he couldn't figure out was how he was going to tell the Captain that he wasn't planning on coming back out to sea. The men had all thought it a huge joke when he said he was leaving. Would they give him the choice? Frowning, he looked out the window, watching the fog slowly retreat back over the ocean.
Smiling at Amy's worry, Elijah bobbed his head in agreement. "I understand." Although he thought differently than her, he didn't say as much. He knew better than to get into a debate with the older woman, especially over something regarding a love interest. "Now, where's the rest of the breakfast that goes along with this?" He asked after taking a deep swallow of the deliciously dark liquid that he had been denied during his time on the ship. The mud water they claimed was coffee could pull barnacles off of the bow of the ship. Giving Amy a flash of his famous grin, he turned and made his way towards the kitchen.
Losing all the ground he had just gained, Elijah's head drooped and he sighed. Looking over his shoulder, he frowned at Josephine. She couldn't have held it in for thirty more seconds. "Jo..." He groaned before turning his attention back to Amy. "What she said is true, although it could have been said a little more tactfully." Giving the older woman a sheepish smile, Elijah attempted to steer her out of the bedroom. "Why don't we get out of the bedroom before we draw any attention from someone..." Pausing, he finally pried the mug out of her hands. "Mainly my mother." Placing his arm around his 'grandmother's shoulders, he began escorting her out. "She already has one child in critical condition, and I don't think she'd like another."
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