Me? I'm Dishonest by Pippinsgal011890

You know of who I am. But do you know of how I came to be? What coercions drove me to those roads? Forced me to become what you see today? No ...And perhaps you won't after this either, because... Me? I'm dishonest.

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Chapter1

She stuck me. Not hard, just an open handed blow to the side of my face. I swallowed and looked down. My mother had always told me I was too outspoken for my own good. But it was others who always made sure I had a mark to remember it by.

"You will do as you're told. You have no say, I am in charge here." She snapped, and the side of my face stung, I wished I could hit her back.

I stood there silent, as that little ivory wench berated me. Hands clasped at my waist and eyes downcast to the floor. All together the perfect picture of submission. I nodded and noted with anger that she had hit me with her ring hand. I noticed now, because a tiny but severe feeling cut was starting to bleed sluggishly.

Instead she barked out my orders with the indifference and unfeeling precision of the of a slave owner. But I was not her slave. And I was half as good as she was...my father's half that is.

"If you heard me, then you would not have answered me like an equal. You are a SERVANT." She hissed. And I recalled exactly what I had just said to make her so angry.

::: No, I don't think I shall. You may do it yourself. :::

I cleared my mind of it and sighed inaudibly.

"Yes, right away." I said, keeping my voice smooth and even, and my eyes on the floor so that she should not see the anger and hate that smoldered there...

But she tilted my head up roughly, and slapped me again. I gasped. "You will answer me, 'Yes, MISTRESS.' And do not waste what precious space you have left in your head by filling it with grammar. You will not need it you are a servant. Now answer me... correctly"

"Yes mistress, right away." I said, trying not to sound like I was clenching my teeth, which I was.

Oh....that little....I was NOT a slave. And yet a girl few years older than me; treated me like one. I hate her! I hate them all. All of them who see me, and think of what I am, with my light but dark skin, my black but straight hair.

My eyes filled, and I sat down roughly on the floor, though I still took the time to smooth out my skirts, I couldn't have wrinkled skirts. It just wasn't allowed. I wouldn't want to set a bad image on my employers. They have been good to me, taken pity on me, me being just a poor misfit.

I looked at my wrist with disgust. And sent the two silver bracelets (I had been forced to buy, as identification as a servant of the Swouea family) clanking as I shook my hand furiously. I clenched my teeth and sent my hand careening down to smack the marble floor as hard as I could. I pretended it was her perfect, smooth little face. And smiled as the resulting pain jolted through my hand, and up my arm, to rest in my shoulder as a dull ache.

With a twisted thought and a wry smile I moved one of the bracelets to my other wrist, and holding my hands out in front of me, envisioned a small silver chain connecting the two.

"Clap her in irons" I said quietly. And then, as the first tear slid down my cheek, I amended that to, "Yes mistress, of course mistress." But I could not see much of a difference.

OOO Six months later OOO

"Oh darling, do try not to tire yourself so." Robert said placidly, bending to lay a hand on my shoulder. I shivered, and wished I was not kneeling in front of him like this...

I looked up from the floor I was scrubbing, and dunked my brush in the bucket with a snap, and a splash of water. "Oh, Governor, you worry needlessly." I said politely, with a small smile. I wished he would just leave me alone. But he had other plans for his little lithe and colored maid.

I had been working for him for three months, and still I addressed him by his title, rather than his name. No matter how many times he touched me gently on my arms, or my face or my neck, and told me to call him Robert.

Nor did he call me by my name. It was if he didn't wish to recall it, or couldn't, being busy as he was, with his eyes roaming freely over me, resting on places I would rather he didn't.

Instead I was poppet, or darling, or some other pompous name. No more than a means to call me to heel; only the title of yet another one of his possessions.

He nodded, a bewildered smile gracing his own mouth, and left me. My face clenched with the stupidity of it all. And I wished I were not a servant, a slave. But what I wanted to be was forbidden, and because of my sex, it was forbidden all the more. And so I craved it...sought after it in all my waking hours.... Chased it in my dreams, always trying vainly, to grasp hold of it...

And in so, in some significant and inexplicable way, piracy became my passion. And even more so, my anchor to a reality that I would never reach...

And I had no means of knowing that my life would change forever in just a few short hours...

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Author: POTC characters are not my own, I acknowledge that fact. Yup, it's sad, but true. And I make no profit from my twisted views and workings of them. Same old, same old. Thanx, Pippinsgal011890

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It was evening now. Just dark enough to create a hazy light on the Caribbean sand. And there were shouts of unfamiliar ships sighted farther out than the bay.

But I did not care. I cared little about anything now. For what was the use? The objects I cared about were only objects. Things that could be taken away or killed. Like that poor sparrow I had been trying to nurse back to health.

Mercilessly killed in seconds, its little neck snapped by a fellow servant, feathers askew, and its head lolling. I squeezed my eyes shut, and wished I could forget the sound of it. The look of indifference on the boy's face after he had killed my bird...

I kept my eyes closed, and still facing the window, the setting sun glowing on my face, I slipped into slumber...

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I awoke with a start. I heard the door open and footsteps come my way. But with a sigh, I just sat rigid and stared out of my window. Just then I noticed the commotion. There was screaming and buildings were burning.

I moved to get up from my chair. "Robert?" I started, thinking he had finally gotten the better of me, and caught me unawares...but a rough hand covered my mouth as an arm snaked around my waist, and the other held a dagger to my throat.

"Not quite." The man who held me captive said, and my breathing became ragged and short. He laughed. "Don't struggle, and you won't bleed, Miss." He said, and I resumed my rigid stature as he hauled me up from the chair.

"Are ye going to come quietly?" He whispered into my neck, the side of his face brushing my skin. And I shivered as the first wave of fear washed over me. I nodded, and he released me.

Slipping his dagger back into its sheath, and grabbing a rag from his pocket, he bound my hands behind my back. I set my face to show no emotion, and he pushed me in front of him out of the room and down the stairs. I looked around quickly and wondered where every one was.

Where were the others? The Governor, the Mistress? But then I began to notice the bodies. They were pushed aside like garbage, and many were missing items of clothing. I winced and looked away from them.

And my captor increased our pace, never pausing on his route back to the ship. Not even breaking stride as he took the lives of any whom got in our way. I had not even seen his face. For it had been dark in my room, and he walked behind me now.

And then she loomed before us. My eyes widened as I looked at her. A black ship with black sails. And on the highest one, the Jolly Roger shone in the moonlight. He lifted me up as we neared the water, and dropped me unkindly onto my back inside a large rowboat.

And turning away pushed us off from shore. He rowed steadily towards the ship, and I saw the name that grazed her side. She was the BLACK PEARL. I smiled wryly, and looked up. Men's faces stared back at me.

And someone shouted, "We're not taking on captives! No matter how comely they be!" Then there was laughter, but still we rowed steadily towards the ship. And when we got to her, he looped an arm around my waist, and climbed the rickety rope ladder.

He set me roughly on my feet, and once again someone said, "We're NOT taking on captives."

I laughed and answered, looking him in the eye, "Well, SIR it looks like you already have." He looked at me with disgust and before I could blink, backhanded me with all his might.

I gasped, and doubled forward. And then I heard hurried footsteps. "What's all this then!" Someone asked loudly. And it proceeded to get deathly silent. "I said, what's all this then!" The voice repeated. I noted a slight slur to the words, and I wondered if the man speaking was intoxicated, or had just had one too many blows to the mouth in his youth.

"The first mate has taken a captive sir," the person that had slapped me answered.

"I see. And why, I wonder is she bent double?"

"I...I struck her sir. But she called for it. The wench shows little respect for authority." He continued. I was stunned, and blood trickled from my mouth, and down my chin. Its warmth was enough to sicken me.

"Uh huh. Barbossa would you like to share WHY you have taken a captive against my orders?"

"Not all treasure is silver and gold, captain." The man called Barbossa answered. And they laughed once again.

"You there, straighten up." The slurred voice barked. And I did, but before I would face their captain, I turned to the man that had struck me, and faster than I thought, I spat at him. Leaving a red stain where it landed on him.

I stared at him dumbfounded at myself, while the rage boiled over in his eyes... and then he reached for me, taking hold of me by the shoulders, and bringing me close to his face. With a nasty smile, he pressed his mouth to mine and kissed me hard, lips mashing with bruising strength against mine. I screamed against him, and brought my knee up into his groin.

He threw me backwards, and I slammed onto the deck, my breath leaving me. I coughed and turned to my side, and they laughed cruelly. But I refused to cry.

"That's enough fun for tonight men!" The captain barked, and I could tell he was not as amused as his crew was about the little show that had just gone on. The men scattered and started readying the ship to leave port.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feel of the salt washed wood against my face. Then there was a ripping sound and the cloth fell away from my wrists. I rolled onto my back and rubbed my chafed wrists in front of me. I then looked up into the eyes of the most handsome man I can ever hope to see.

He was no doubt a pirate. And I would guess his age to be about middle to late twenties. He had warm brown eyes, and near black hair that was down to his shoulders, and braided here and there. And a maroon red scarf covered his forehead with tassels attached to it by some means or other.

When he smiled moonlight glinted off of his gold teeth. He bent over towards me, and ignoring my outstretched arms, he placed his hands intimately below my breasts and lifted me upright that way. I dropped my arms, and he released me.

I reached up to tuck a strand of my dark hair behind my ears, and stood there uncertain.

"You insulted one of my men, missy, and they don't take kindly to that. I think you had better spend the night in my quarters." The captain said with a rackish grin.

"You're not going to take me to shore?" I said curtly, showing no emotion. For all of his charm, he was still a man, and unknown to me. I was not entirely sure I wanted to be alone in his quarters. No matter how my heart stirred when I gazed at his sun-browned face, his kohl lined eyes....

No, I must keep my head. Better to have him think me a cold and unfeeling wench, than someone who would unlace her bodice at the sight of a handsome pirate...

He shook his head. "I'll show you to your quarters." He said, and grasping me be my shoulder, and gently walked me below deck... My body responded to his touch, shivering slightly, and it infuriated me. But I knew not why.

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Once inside his quarters, he shut the heavy wooden door, and sat down in a large chair. Smiling at me like I was entertaining.

I arched a brow, and sat on the table, smoothing my skirts out around me out of habit. Then began swinging my feet aimlessly. He needed to think that I cared not a whit what he thought of me.

But damn, why was I thinking the way I was? He was no different from them, and he deserved no more consideration in treatment than they did. I could see how he was looking at me. Just like all of the others. They saw my tinted skin, my unruly shadow of dark hair, and they thought me easy, just like my mother was.

"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow by the way," He said uncertainly, and I knew I had finally unnerved him. I lifted my chin a bit more and looked at him slanted out of my greenish cat eyes. I nodded, and gave him a half glare that told him I cared little what his name was.

He looked at me questionably, and he seemed to be waiting for something. "And you are?"

I laughed quietly and reached back to run a hand through my hair. Hell, wouldn't he like to know? Shall I tell him my family history while I am at it as well? Why my father had a weak spot for...

No. Stop, I must just answer him. But my thoughts were so scrambled though, I could barely see straight it seemed. I thought franticly, he has no right to be rattling me the way he is.

If anything, I should be furious, furious that he had let that vile man treat me like that in front of his eyes, and not done anything about it. He should be apologizing to me. But that is not the way of pirates.

"Oh, but won't it be more fun for you to guess who I am?" I answered instead, with a smirk.

"Oh, so that's how you want to play, is it?" He crowed. And I dipped my chin forwards slightly, daring him, challenging him. I saw the spark in his eyes, saw him take my line, and swallow it whole.

What a laugh. As if I'd ever be anything more to him than something that he'll never have.

"Fine. What do I have to guess, your title, or your name?" He questioned, leaning forwards, chin in his hand.

I tilted my head back again and thought for a second. "You must guess my name, Captain Sparrow." I shivered once more, and wondered if he would be able to guess it. But I doubted it. Few knew my real name, and I intended to keep it that way.

"Huh. And what do I get if I guess it?" He questioned, looking me over. Eyes resting unceremoniously on my breasts, before travelling back to my eyes. I clenched my teeth. Who did he think he was?

Well, I suppose he will soon learn with just WHOM he is dealing with.

"Well, what is it that you want?" I answered, drawing the curtain of my hair over to one side of my neck. Tempting him all the more, exposing the slope of my shoulder... I smiled. Men are all the same. Fools, the lot of them.

He looked at me and wavered momentarily, and then standing and moving close to me whispered, "One kiss. Just one." And he was so close to me I could smell him, sweet and metallic, and warm. It made me dizzy, but I couldn't tear my gaze from his eyes.

I nodded, and swallowing silently, I wished he wasn't so close. But I couldn't bring myself to touch him...to push him away. I just couldn't... Smoothing my voice quickly, I announced, "Let the guessing begin."

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Author: Let me know what you thought. Thanx. Any guesses to what her name is? Come on, someone's bound to know!

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