Before The Curse Chapter 1
"Stop, please." I begged with the captain of The Sea Raven to release me. To stop putting me through the terror he decided I should live with.
Every night, the Captain of the ship I had been harbored on for the past six years, would come down to the brig where I was held, and have his way with me. The first few times I had begged, pleaded and struggled to get away from him. But after going through it with no success you give up, you let them do what they want.
That was what was happening right now.
The Captain, returned from the port we had been docked at. He came to the brig, opened my cell, and then locked it behind him. He dropped the empty bottle of rum he had been holding into a greatly shadowed corner, letting silently roll out of sight. He moved closer to me, and then in one swift motion, his lips made contact with mine, the fur on his beard giving a displeasing tickle to my ivory colored skin. His breath, swimming in alcohol, made it hard to breath. Breathing in his wretched scent with every struggled breath I took.
His cold hands ran they're way down my body, grazing places that of my own free will, he would never touch. He used to roughly rip off my clothing tearing it to shreds, then after he was threw with me, he would bring me new clothes. But I guess going through the trouble of spending his own money for my clothing got tiresome. Now he just left me down in the cellar of the ship, with nothing but a musky wet blanket.
The same blanket he would always lay us on top of until his pleasure was satisfied. The same blanket that carried so many unwanted memories. The same blanket that carried on the same routine, every night.
But that would end soon. I had a plan, a plan that would get me out of here for good.
"Mia, my dear sweet Mia." Captain Gerney whispered into my ear as he got ready to perform another nightly ritual. But this time it was different, this time I was going to get away, I was going to earn my freedom.
The Captain came closer, shedding his clothing as he did so. His cold clammy hands, grasped upon the sides of my body, he lips creating contact with the nape of my neck. As he was distracted by his rather drunken state and his overwhelming desire for lust, I grabbed a bottle that was sitting in my cage. The very bottle that he forgot he had left in my captivity from the night before.
I slowly but steadily reached my hand to the bottle laying, forgotten about, alone in the corner. Once I had it within my grasp, I was especially careful. I had to make sure that the captain's attention did not go to the bottle, or I would be in for a beating tonight. Not to mention stuck in this hell whole for another depressing voyage.
I warily, checked constantly to see if he had a slightest inkling of what was occurring. I raised my shaky hand over his head, bottle held tight in my grasp, and just before he got to the final stage of his pleasure, I smashed the bottle onto his head. Breaking it into a million little pieces.
He slumped to the ground, motionless. At this point in time I could honestly care less whether I killed the guy or not. I actually hoped he was dead, that way no other female would go what I had to go through.
After giving myself some time to react to the incident in front of me, I grabbed the mossy blanket from the wooden floor of the ship, and wrapped it around my body. I rummaged through the Captain's pockets, looking for the keys that could finally release me from my nightmare. Once I had located the keys, I stuffed them into the key hole, slowly and quietly turning the key, sure to not make any noise.
I opened and then softly closed the door, locking the Captain inside his own brig.
Oh the irony of it all.
I crept up onto the deck of the ship, searching all over making sure that not a single soul could see me. The men aboard this ship were all just as bad as their captain, if not worse.
My foot steps were no louder then the sound of a cat, mostly because of the lack of weight, when you are held captive you can rarely eat anything actually edible.
The moonlight glistened off of the water as I walked the docks of Tortuga. Probably not the best city to be strutting around in nothing but a blanket in anyway.
The sound of the whores and men moaning from the overwhelming pleasure they were experiencing, the smell of the rum and gunpowder in the air made the place feel even more like home. The loud sounds of drunken men sitting the bars singing and laughing, and best of all, the bar fights. All of it was music to my ears. Everything in Tortuga screamed home.
Now matter how accepted I did feel, there was no way I would last in this town with no clothes, so I went to the only place I knew. An Alley, I mean of course there are frequent people who stroll down alleys looking for things that I would rather not be involved in. But at the same time, I had absolutely no other way to stay out of sight. The lights of Tortuga slowly disappeared and turned into darkness.
I set the blanket over me and laid on the floor, for tonight this is where I would rest.
"Why Deary what in heaven's name are you doing out here, naked in broad daylight." I heard a light voice that sounded exasperated but couldn't find the voice that it belonged eyes opened lightly, closing every now and then from the high in take of sunlight.
I popped up in the alley, the blanket held tightly to my exposed form. I searched around, looking from an older lady to an older man, her husband more then likely, staring at me like I was a total and complete nutter. Which taking into consideration the situation before them, it would be hard to not come to the assumption that I wasn't crazy.
"I'm sorry, you see I escaped, I was being held captive on a ship." I put my hand up to my forehead, slightly brushing my hair out of my eyes. "I was really tired and just ended up falling asleep here."
"Well it's a shame you didn't think to walk inside our shop, after all we are at an Inn." I elderly women chuckled lightly to herself. "Come now, let's get you up stairs and clean you up."
"But madam, I don't want to impose." She laughed at me again, apparently she likes doing that.
"Nonsense, besides you need some clean clothes, you can't go around Tortuga wearing a rag." The elderly women pushed me into the inn. She told her husband to go start a bath, and told me to sit down while she retrieved fresh clothing.
"Here you go Miss…" She looked at me curiously holding out the clothes.
"Oak. Mia Oak. Thank you for the clothes."
"Oh, don't be silly honey; your bath should be ready by now if you would like to take one." She smiled at me as she went behind the counter and got a key, to a bathroom I'm assuming. "It's the first room on the right, once you get up the stairs."
"Thank you." I slightly bowed and cautiously made my way up the creaky wooden steps to the bathroom above.
When I opened the door I couldn't believe it. The room was beautiful. There was a huge bathtub located in the middle of the room. I dropped the blanket near the door and slowly lowered my sore battered body into the tub.
The water relaxed my muscles, releasing all the tension that had built up within my joints for the past half a dozen years. My eyes closed and I was just sitting in the tub, enjoying the feeling that had consumed my body and the pleasure of relaxation that was coursing through me. I dunked my head under the water, turning my usually deep red hair a brown color. The room was beautiful, a mural was on the ceiling and there was plenty of light coming into the room through the windows but still leaving enough room for privacy. This must be the bathroom connected to the more expensive rooms.
After I was finished bathing I put on my new set of clothes the Inn owner had given me, a royal blue dress reached the floor, clinging on my hips and gracefully covering my thin nutrient deprived figure.
I walked down the stairs back into what I assumed was the bar portion of the Inn.
"Hello, Dearie. Are you all done cleaning up?" I glanced at the older women. Her face was beginning to show signs of wrinkles, and her hair seemed to be getting fairer and thinner with age. I softly nodded my head at her and walked up to the counter she was behind. "Good. I'm Annabel, what is you name?"
"Mia." I heard the slight sound of a bell chime over the door. I turned to see the captain standing in the door way. His fists clenched, and he was glaring at me with a deep intense passion. I started quivering on the spot. The elderly women seemed to notice. She called for some one to get rid of the man.
Soon another voice came up from above the stairs. Afraid that if I took my eyes off of the Captain that I wouldn't live to see the man behind me, I kept staring at the captain of my previous ship. Quivering in fear and feeling the rush of blood coming to my cheeks from the sight of the man who has tortured me these past years.
"Mia, come with me we are going back to the ship." I opened my mouth begging for my voice to come to me, to be heard.
"No."
Apparently, this set him off. The next thing I know, he had his hands imbedded in my shoulders pulling me from the store. I desperately clung to the banister on the stairs leading to the upper level of the inn. But he kept on pulling; slowly I started inching away from the stairs.
"Ay, what's the entire racket down there?" The captain of my former ship dropped his hold. Looking at the man that had come from the upper level of the store.
"Hector Barbossa. Not surprised to see you here. But you have no reason to get involved in this; I'm just taking back what is rightfully mine." I stared in fear at both the men. Hector started to turn away from the scene, retreating back up the stairs. Leaving Captain Gerney with a smug smile on his face.
"I'm not nor will I ever be yours." I clamped my hands over my mouth; the words had been spoken before I had a chance to think them through. Both men and the shopkeeper stared at me wide eyed.
Then, quickly, the Captain unsheathed his sword and cut a long gash right across the center of my face. The blade stung and burned. My flesh felt like it was burning and blood filled the hole within seconds. Captain Gerney came right to my face and spat in the gash.
"No one talks back to me, especially not a who-" That was it. The captain's eyes retreated to the back of his head and he fell onto the floor. At that moment I turned to look up the stairs.
Hector Barbosssa stood, with his gun smoking pointed straight at where the Captain was last standing. All he did after that was put his pistol back into its holder, and walk back to his room.
I collapsed to my knees as the elderly Inn Keeper scurried over to me fretting about every little thing. The last thing I remembered before blacking out was the sweet smell of rum, and the elderly woman's face.
Okay, so I decided to write another POTC fanfic. I'm going to still do my other one, but I thought that this one would be really cool. I had some ideas after watching the movies a couple of times. Stuff like how Jack knew about the black pearl, the compass, the treasure. And I just decided to come up with explanations for it. Plus this one has my own plot and stuff, unlike my other which follows the movie. Although this does take place before the movies.
Anyways I really hope you Swan's Shadow readers like this and if you haven't read the Swan's Shadow, you should. It's my other POTC fanfic.
And yes Jack has not appeared in this one yet even though Barbossa has. And I wanted it to be that way. But Jack will be in the next chapter, that Is where he will make he grand appearance. Please Read and Review.
-Rinny-