{ LucyBoal I hope you don't mind, I used/mentioned a few of your ocs. :) And may have had a cup of tea or two. 😈 }

*Warning: You may want a box of tissues.
                *Stands there handing out some *
      But anyways, you have been warned,
                             Onto the story...
                              *Clears throat*

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN Story:
In The Rain

A young woman stood in the rain, her red hair a dark auburn as it stuck to her neck. Wet with the water the clouds so conveniently decided to drop down.

The same rain that rushed down on her , also fell upon the earth. Watering the plant life, and the newly fresh dug grave... The same grave that held the once live body of a child. Her child, a daughter. Too young, too young to be taken as such.

A sob broke from her throat and she dropped to the ground on her knees. Hugging the dirt, the torn grass, and the little tombstone. The tombstone that shouldn't be there....

She felt a hand lightly go onto her shoulder but she shrugged it away. Tears still falling down like a waterfall. Never seeming to stop, and she didn't care if they did.

"Sibeal," A voice cracked, shaking her momentarily from her thoughts. "Sibeal, ye've got to get up."

The woman in turn, shook her head. Hugging herself even tighter. "Why?" She replied between silent sobs. "What's the point? Why should I get up to move on, when I could just stay here?"

"Sibeal," The voice cracked again, the evident pain snaking it. "Trust me, I know from experience an' went through the same thing. Ye can't stay here forever, you've eventually got to move on. It's hard, agus a 'goirteachadh uiread"..... The person paused, trying to steady their breath. "But ye gotta, for the people that are still here."

"Who? Ly, Lyd'a  was the only one I had, she's gone, Brain left long ago... There is no one else."

"Ye have me, an' Sahara, plus there's Teague, Roxanne, an' Jack. We're all here, Cora too, ye know that." Soracha said quietly, offering a hand to help her up. And hoping she would take it.

Hesitantly and shakily, Sibeal accepted the offer of a helping hand and slowly rose to her feet. Walking quietly back to the small, cottage like house she shared with the other two women living there. A mug of something warm was silently passed to her as she sat by the fire. Still in her wet clothes.

"Drink this and then go and change. Doctor's orders." Sahara spoke softly, laying a gentle hand on her shoulder before she left the room. Just as quietly as she came in.

Sibeal gave a sigh as she left, glancing down dully at the mug. Shrugging it off and setting it aside untouched. She didn't feel like doing anything really at the moment, including drinking the cup of tea. Who else would in this moment of time?...

After sitting for a moment or two she got out of the armchair. Going to her room to change. She opened the old, wooden chest by the foot of the bed. Used to hold clothing in, and took out a nightgown, slipping it on. A piece of paper caught her eye as she went to lay down and she picked it up. Handling it gingerly as she unfolded the torn scrap.

A note and a small scribble, the one that Lydia wrote telling when she'd be back home....

Tears trickled down again as she once more sank to her knees. Sobbing in the corner of the room, the paper she held fluttering to the floor as she buried her face into her hands that clutched it. But not anymore, they held her sadness instead...

The door gave a slow creak and someone sat down besides her. But she didn't care who it was. For she was drowning, drowning in the rain.

  Drowning in the rain that was her own tears....

A/N:
Why did I write this again? 😭😭

Also, google translate stinks, it's not even correct half of the time.

And here you go:
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Have some chocolate for the tears I probably caused.                   (Because chocolate helps fixes everything.)
                                              ❤️

I'll try to make my next one more happier!
Promise.