I know I have been promising to finish this story for years and years now. I really haven't felt like writing for awhile now. But, for some reason I am ready to continue it now and shake it from my head, so here I am Hoping to finally get it out of my head and into the computer. As usual R&R, constructive criticism always welcome, i'm always looking to better my work. As always Enjoy!

I've had to re situate some of the facts for this story. In Example: in the story Mistakes I've Made was originally set 10 years after Lydia's 5th birthday. I've now changed this to 5 years. making Lydia 10 years old instead of 15. Ravenica is 33, Jack is in his early 40's.

If you haven't it is recommended you read the first three sequels to this story in this order:

If You Only Knew

Bound By Love, Driven By Hate

Mistakes I've Made

Summary: Captain Ravenica and Captain Jack are back in the final action packed story of their romance. A terrorizing first mate leaves Ravenica vulnerable and angry after being trapped in a dungeon for months. Captain Sparrow looks to be her knight in shining armor but, looks can also be deceiving.

rated M for images of rape, violence, and swear words. I doubt I will not go to smutty with this one as I am not good at smut, but you never know.

Now onto our featured presentation

I'd Walk Through Fire, For You

Chapter 1

"Animal"

My head ached angrily as I tried to gain my bearings. Unsure of what happened I pushed myself up and off of the stone floor. Angrily grunting as the pounding in my head grew. The walls damp with morning dew. Upset and angry I was still locked in the small cell I tried to push the door open. No luck. Dried blood sticking to my face like honey I tried to scrape it from the corner of my mouth. I had no idea how many days or weeks had passed since I had been taken hostage. I had been taken hostage in wartime but the conditions had never been like this. My nose curled as the stench of piss mixed with hay and candle wax drifted through my nose in the darkened cell. A slight glimmer reflecting off of the walls; It was so stuffy I faltered as I tried to suck in a breath. I had never felt so cooped up in my life anxiousness plagued my existence like a moth to a flame. My white shift stained with blood and dirt. Smoothing my hands over the torn material of the white button down shirt I wore. Wanting nothing more than to break free from this hell. No matter how many times I tried; I failed. Leaving any self worth or self-esteem in the dust as James' nightly lust was becoming too much to handle. Many things I tried to bar from my memory, others I could not.

For the millionth time I thought of Jack, wondering where he could be. The last words he had spoken to me echoing in the darkness. "I love ye." Kept me fighting for my life but somehow, it didn't seem to be enough anymore. I promised myself if I could keep going, keep myself alive to fight another day I would make it out of the darkness and back into the sunlight where I belonged. My face drained of all color, my hands black from the dust and dirt in my cell. Tear stains on my face leaving the only evidence of my white pale skin. My hair ratted and unable to be brushed, I knew I would have to cut it all off in order to get it back to its sleek wondrous condition. I wondered if anyone was even looking for me. Had they all given up and left me to die in this hole? I knew the hell to come; I had become generally afraid. Mostly afraid of the future, what future could I possibly have now? I was broken beyond repair this time. There was no coming back from this. I struggled with the daytime and nighttime nightmares. Afraid I wouldn't be free again to live my life as I saw fit. Closing my eyes the sound of creaking metal hinges sent a cold shiver down my spine, he was coming. One heavy footstep on the hard wooden floor killed my spirit. Two; three; another and another until James was standing before the cell an arrogant smile of his face. He knew I was beaten; Still, I wouldn't go quietly. I would fight while air still remained in my lungs.

"How are you today, my love?" he asked, wiping his hands together as if making small talk would make me forget the past few months. He pulled a small key ring from his pocket with a heavy grimace.

I didn't answer. The truth was I had no answer for him. Entering the cage the door heavy slammed heavily shut behind him. Fear poised my body. This scene was nothing new to me in the least. This scenario played through more times than I could count. Still my eyes slits as I glared at him. I felt a heavy hand wrap around my wrist. Swallowing hard as he spun me around a grimace crossed my face as I stared into his dark eyes, the eyes of the devil himself. Pulling my arm free I punched him square in the jaw. I couldn't take another night of this. I would sooner kill myself than feel him tugging at the material of my shift and feeling him once again inside me.

"You know what I'm here for, bitch." He growled angrily backhanding my face, grabbing my wrist.

I growled angrily. "I will kill you."

"Perhaps." He smugly grinned. "But, not tonight. You've had many chances to kill me and yet here I stand. I'm beginning to think you like the things we do in the dark."

"I hate you." I spat.

"Yes, keep that hate, don't bury it. I enjoy this the most when you have a fire in your belly."

He spun me around so I was facing him. I quickly spat in his face, trying to wrench myself free. He grabbed my hair angrily, lowering his face to mine, the smell of alcohol cascading from his very being. "Kill me." I pleaded solemnly tears straining against the back of my eyes. Panting as I tried to catch my breath. I wasn't one to show weakness until now. Truthfully I wanted to be killed, the slowly healing cuts beneath blood soaked rags wrapped around my wrists attested to that. My lips parted as I looked up at him. My eyes searching for the man I knew in the past; the gentle man that would never hurt another soul as long as he lived. Sadly, that man had been replaced. Possessed by this demon that wanted nothing more than to humiliate and demean me at every turn.

His lips curled upward as if I told a joke, his free hand gently pressed against my cheek. "No." He replied with a heavy push, sending me backwards to land on the bed. Swallowing hard as he approached me I began to cower, my body shaking as I moved back as far as I could. The cold cobblestone pressing deep into my back until it hurt. "Stay away." I warned angrily though I knew it wouldn't help. My anger always fell on deaf ears; As did my angry and tearful cries in the darkness. "LET GO!" I screamed. My pleads for someone to come and save me always fell on deaf ears, leading me to believe I was one of the few on the island. No words or actions seemed fazed him as he advanced forward, undoing his belt along with the buttons of his black tattered pants.

A whimper escaped my lips as I tried to fend him off. Kicking and screaming angrily against his larger form left my fists bruised. His calloused hands finding their way to my waist as he pinned me to the bed. Pulling me toward him he stood, pulling me along like a rag doll he shoved my face forward toward the stonewall. "Please…" I panted gasping as the stone began to cut at my skin. His hand on my thigh I winced angrily. "Just leave me alone."

"No, no, no.."

~Hundreds of miles away~

Jack stared at the open ocean, no word on Ravenica leaving him angry and unsettled. His foot tapping hastily on the wooden deck. He could only pray he was close to her as the ship broke through the clear blue waves. Salty air wafting past his nose he scrubbed his hand across his face hard, trying to rouse himself to stay awake. He had pressed hard these past few months, pushing himself, crew, and boat to the limit. Every man onboard understood the dilemma and tried to help as much as possible. However, in the end there was really nothing they could really do but wait and pray she was still in Italy or near by. Would James' really be so careless and stupid as to take her to an abandoned home that people knew about. So much time had passed there was no telling if she was even at Theramore's parents house or taken somewhere else. His tri corner hat firmly placed on his head. Seagulls squawking in the spring time sun. Winter having completely surpassed them in her absence. The cold chills being replaced with a warm bathing sun.

"Looks like the wind be on our side!" He heard a man yell.

"Aye." Another replied.

"Cap'in." Gibbs stood tall as he approached the captain of the infamous Black Pearl.

"Aye?"

"I've studied the charts, we are nearing the end of the Mediterranean."

"When will we dock?" He cocked any eyebrow eagerly.

"Very soon, Hours perhaps."

It was the first hint of a smile Gibbs had witnessed in months. They had been hot on Theramore's trail for two months now. Ravenica had been gone for four months, leaving her to the mercy of a demon and they knew it.

"Fine." Jack stated, squinting his eyes as the sun peeked from behind the clouds. "Just fine….." he trailed off, lowering his head slightly.