Disclaimer- I own nothing dealing with the Pirates of the Caribbean. But I do own Olivia and Captain Barlet and wait…in this chapter I own all the characters! Haha But in the chapters to come I won't. You knew that though. On with the story!
Rating:: Pg-13 due to language and suggestions of rape…even though it doesn't happen…right-o!
About 2 months after PotC ends….
Thunder rumbled in the distance as ominous black clouds crept their way across the sky. Olivia gave an involuntary shudder as the darkness crept closer and closer to the Stella Maris*. The ships rocking became more violent as the wind picked up and the waves thrashed about. She began scrubbing the deck faster so she would complete the job before the storm was above them. Finally, she finished just as the sky let loose and rain came beating down. She sighed and stood up, blinking as the rain fell into her green eyes. Suddenly, rough hands grabbed her shoulders and whirled her around.
"All done then, love? Yer scrubbing 'as improved in the last four months. Gettin' used ta dirtyin up those dainty little 'ands of yers, aye?"
He let out a harsh grunt that Olivia assumed was a laugh, as she tried to work her way out of his tight grip. She knew it amused him when she struggled. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction, but she couldn't stand being near the filthy pirate.
"Yes, Captain Barlet," she acidly replied, finally freed of his iron grasp. "Isn't it quite obvious that I have finished? No need to state the obvious."
He drew his hand back, and before she could react, slapped her hard across the face. "Don't be gettin saucy with me you filthy whore. I'm in command here and don't you be forgettin it," he spat. "So, I advise ye to start showin me some respect, like it or not. Savvy?" He flashed her an evil grin and shouted above the thunder, "Oy! Billy! Take 'er down ta the brig. She's done with 'er scrubbing."
Billy grinned. "Aye, Captain." He grabbed Olivia's wrist. With her free hand, she rubbed the spot on her cheek where she had been slapped. It stung badly, but she didn't cry. She was used to being smacked around by Captain Barlet. She certainly had the bruises to prove it. But he wouldn't kill her; at least she didn't think he would. She did all the work the crew hated, mainly the cooking and cleaning. Billy yanked on her arm. "In ya go, lass." He chuckled and said, "Yer lucky it's storming."
Olivia was yanked out of her thoughts. She hadn't realized they were down in the brig already. She glared at the ugly pirate in front of her. She counted eight missing teeth. Rolling her eyes she said, "And why is that?"
"Why, yer such a lovely little thing, I might find it 'ard to contain meself bein all alone down 'ere with you. We 'aven't been with any female company fer awhile if ye follow me. But as it is, we'll 'ave to save this fer later, doll. The boys need me up on deck 'cause of the storm and all."
Olivia turned her nose up at him. "Get away from me you filthy bastard," she said, her voice dangerously low. She was used to disgusting comments from the crew but they still made her sick to her stomach. She would rather die then let a pirate have his way with her. He wrenched open the door to her cell and threw her inside.
"One day I'll 'ave me way with ye, lass. Ye won't be actin so uppity with me when yer beggin me to stop, if ye follow that." He snorted with laughter and disappeared up the steps.
Olivia leaned against the bars of her "home." She wished she could see her family again. But what she wanted the most was to get out of this horrible hell she'd been brought into.
Four months ago, Olivia was aboard the Endeavor sailing to Jamaica to go live with her father, Jonathan Williams. He had moved to the Caribbean two years ago to set up his merchant business on the island. Hearing wonderful stories of life in the Caribbean, he wanted to try it himself. His business had prospered and he had sent for Olivia who had been living with her Aunt Ellen and Uncle Edward Montgomery in London. She loved her aunt and uncle very much, but she was very excited to leave England and see her father once again. She had missed him dearly. So with her trunk and her young maid Elyse, she began her journey to Port Royal, Jamaica, the most prosperous English town (second to Boston) in the Americas. The journey was a smooth one as they had experienced only one storm since sailing from England. Then the Pirates came. Olivia winced as she remembered how the Stella Maris had attacked. The merchant vessel was no match for the ruthless pirates. In an hour the vile scallywags had taken over the Endeavor, looted it and killed all those aboard except for her and Elyse. She remembered Captain Barlet's disgusting face as he gleefully shouted, "Look 'ere gents, we 'ave ourselves a lady on board!" He had looked at her elegant dress and his grin grew larger. "And rich by the looks a things! We could use someone to do the scrubbin and cookin on board, aye?" His filthy crew had cheered loudly at that comment.
"I will NOT be your servant!" she had screamed. "You filthy pigs! Let me go! I've done nothing to you!"
"Ahh, but that don't matter lass, we're pirates!" Captain Barlet had replied. "Now, I don't think a servant will be needin a servant, if ye follow me." Olivia buried her head in her hands as she remembered how Captain Barlet had grabbed Elyse, slit her throat and threw her overboard into the water below. Olivia was sobbing by the time Captain Barlet had her on his ship. This humored the crew greatly. All night they sat around drinking rum, proud of their accomplishments while she sat in her cell in a state of shock at how quickly her life had changed.
She wondered if her father had heard news of the attack yet. It was well past her arrival date in Jamaica. Someone was bound to come up on the Endeavor. It was badly damaged, but still floating when she had left it. He probably thought her to be dead. She cringed at the thought. He would be devastated! Losing her mother, Rose, to pneumonia and then her in a mere four years! She groaned and leaned back against the cold bars of her cell praying for help as the storm raged above.
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The next morning dawned warm and clear, but Olivia didn't notice. She was shaking violently from another horrible nightmare she'd had of Captain Barlet. This time he had told her he had been without a woman for too long and raped her. His ugly face leered above her as she screamed for help again and again.
"Oh dear God," she whispered to her empty cell. Olivia often wondered why the captain had never tried to rape her before. She obviously didn't want him to, but he did have the upper hand, it would be easy to do. Maybe the man had some pity for her, deep down inside. But then she remembered how he had killed poor Elyse without hesitation. "No, the man is a cold-blooded killer. I can only thank my lucky stars he hasn't tried anything on me…yet."
Olivia leaned back her head and laughed. She was doing it again! Talking to herself out loud like a mad woman. But then again, who could really blame her? She was alone down here most of the time. It was impossible to hold a civil conversation with the filth she was surrounded by. They couldn't even talk properly! She rolled her eyes at the thought.
Possibly the most ironic thing about her situation was that she had never feared pirates. Her father was even friends with a few of them! For God's sake she had even met two of them at one point in her life. However, these were "good men" as her father had said. They talked as though they had some education, and although they didn't bath often, it seemed that they cared about their appearance. They had also been very kind to her. So, Olivia grew up never really fearing pirates, but never interested in them either. Her father had failed to mention that there were pirates like those aboard the Stella Maris. She felt so naïve! The sound of footsteps brought her back to reality. Pushing her now scraggly brown hair out of her eyes she slowly turned around, thinking of her nightmare and expecting the worst. It was only Maggot bringing her "breakfast." Olivia never wanted to guess at why they called him Maggot. He thrust some bread and wine through the bars of her cell. "Merci!" she sarcastically called to his retreating form. He never spoke to her, but she didn't care. His outward appearance was scary enough! He had long thin black hair, and horrible blue beady eyes. His eyebrows looked like two fuzzy black caterpillars had crawled onto his face and decided to stay put. And he was so hairy! Olivia shuddered and bit into the bread. "Bloody hell," she muttered. Her teeth didn't even make a dent in the bread! She seriously hoped they stopped in a port soon to replenish supplies. The food wasn't even edible anymore!
"OY! Ship approaching fast on the starboard side!" One of the crew shouted. Shuffles and thumps could be heard above as the crew ran around on deck to catch a glimpse of the approaching ship.
"BLOODY HELL! It's the Black Pearl…" shouted Captain Barlet.
Olivia's blood went cold. The Black Pearl? If that ship took over the Stella Maris she knew she was a goner. At night she used to listen to the crew tell stories up on deck. Most of them had been about the Pearl, how it was the most feared ship in the Caribbean. The crew was ruthless, they pillaged every ship and town they could. They were unbeatable. Olivia knew they wouldn't give a damn about a mere 17 year old girl. "Well, this is it I suppose," she said out loud. "Maybe death is better then working for this crew." She drained her cup and sat back to wait.
*Stella Maris means Star of the Ocean
Well, that's the first chapter! Yay! I know it's long and boring, but I just wanted to give you some background info on Olivia's character. Please review and tell me what you thought. I promise the next chapter will be more exciting. Captain Jack Sparrow will be in it at least! He'll be a hard one to write though. Poor Olivia! She thinks (and the rest of the crew) that Black Pearl is still manned by the damned with Barbossa as captain! News doesn't travel that fast. At least in this fic it doesn't!
Seriously though, if you have any suggestions please review! I'd like to know what you thought… did you like it? Or hate it? Constructive Criticism is welcome!
BTW-it wasn't that unusual for pirates to have friends in high places. (Such as Olivia's father) Sometimes they even did business with them according to a book I have called Pirates of the Carolinas (By Terrance Zepke). It talks a lot about the Caribbean though too….so it's a pretty useful book!
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