A/N- Here is it! Let me know what you think, if you want me to continue it'll be updated in a couple of days because I'm working. :(

"Get her in the cell," Skye commanded as she got on her ship. "Set sail."

"Awe, come on Captain. Can't we play with her for a little while," Ward spoke still clutching at the struggling girl. Her sleepwear was torn and muddy from the rough hands dragging her from her home. Her feet were covered in dirt and blood from walking on the rough surface of her town.

Skye walked up to Ward and grabbed him by the neck, squeezing with enough force to get his attention. "I said take her to the cells."

Captain Avery looked small in size but she could kill a man twice that in seconds. Her crew feared her wrath and so followed her orders, placing Jemma in the forgotten cell and setting sail.

Hours ticked by and they were far from the shore with no signs from the Kings army.

Skye had been keeping her men on task, the night was not over yet if they were to get the treasure of a lifetime. She did a quick head count and noted one of her men had not made it. Quinn was nowhere to be seen. She was upset, she at least wanted to kill him by her own hand, but at least he was no longer on her ship. She wouldn't be surprised if he was killed by her own men.

Once she knew her deck was in order and the treasure was in her cabin, she headed to the cells to see her capture.

Jemma was curled up in a corner, the rats working around her searching for food. Her face was smeared in dirt, covering her once flawless skin. "Are you hungry?" Skye asked, if she were to get her gold she needed the girl alive.

The girl looked up and back down. She had heard stories about pirates and had seen the carnage that they could do. As she was getting dragged to the ship she saw her guards, her friends, murdered on the ground, their blood sliding between her toes. She would let them kill her before she took charity from a bloody pirate.

Skye began to get irritated at the defiance. "I suggest you learn some manners before I allow my men to come visit you," she hissed as she stormed off to count her fortune.

She had never had another women on her ship as a captive, and a Kings daughter at that. Men feared her, men she could beat and show her power but a women was different. She would not lays hands on a women and subdue them with torture. She couldn't say the same for her crew though. Given the chance they would be down their like an anchor.

They had been sailing for hours. They had reached the outland and could no longer see the Reef. The plan was to circle around, so they could hear the canons. She had watchmen throughout the night, if anyone was coming, they would surely know.

From her slumber she heard screaming and laughter. She got up from her bunk and grabbed her sword, rushing to the sounds.

"Come on, you know you want it," the voice of Ward broke through the screams. Skye opened the door and rushed down the stairs to see the cell door open and the oversize man standing over the cowering girl.

She rushed forward and grabbed a piece of fishing wire hanging form the wall, wrapping it around Wards throat and pulling. He raised his hands to his neck and tried to release the hold on his windpipe.

"You lay another hand on her and you will surely lose it," she spoke as Wards face turned red from lack of oxygen. "Do you hear me?"

Blood started to drip from where the wire was cutting him and he nodded, coughing as Skye released it and watched him drop to the floor. "Head to your quarters before I feed you to the fish."

He got up and walked up the stairs without looking back. It took him a while to learn to take orders from a women, but when that women could command 19 other men to kill him, he soon learned.

"Are you alright?" Captain Avery asked, looking to the girl sobbing on the dirty floor of her cell. Her lip was bleeding and finger marks ran up and down her pale flesh. She wiped away her tears, hiding her emotions as best as she could and looked up to Skye. "I guess you are true to your word."

Skye looked confused for a moment. "I did not give him permission to be down here."

Jemma laughed. "Ah, pirates breaking the rules. I'm shocked," she remarked, letting her walls build up again.

Skye looked at her. How proper she spoke and how elegant she looked even amongst the rats, beaten and broken. She felt something she hasn't felt in a very long time, compassion.

"Stand up," she commanded, stepping into the cell and towering over the girl.

Jemma was trying to play tough but Skye saw the fear in her eyes and the tension in her body, but she didn't move. Skye saw the defiance but it didn't anger her, it actually made her smile. "Please, stand up."

Jemma looked up at the word please and saw no anger, no harshness like she had witnessed before. She slowly got to her feet, the pain in her ribs begging her not to.

"Follow me," Skye ordered, walking to the stairs. Jemma was brought up with passion, she had passion for everything she did, if it be taking on a task she really didn't want to do, or simply helping out on one of the towns events. She was the perfect princess. She wasn't used to taking orders from anyone else other than her father. But she followed, she followed so she would survive.

She got her first proper look at the deck as she followed Skye through the rafters and up the small stairs to what she assumed to be the Captains cabin. Skye placed her sword back in it's holster and looked to Jemma. "Sit."

Jemma looked and saw the chair Captain Avery was indicating and slowly lowered herself on to it. From what she could see, the room was as you thought a pirates room would be. Maps and treasures and weapons. It was tidy, unlike the rest of the ship, organised.

Before she was even able to register that Captain Avery was gone, she was at her side again, bowl of water in hand.

She wet the cloth and brought it softly to Jemma's face, wiping away the blood from her lip. She didn't show emotion, the hardness of her features glued in place. Jemma looked to Skye, she could see the ruthlessness, the strength, but she could also see the beauty. Under the dirt and ripped clothes, she was a beautiful women. One that Jemma feared.

They were silent as Skye cleaned Jemma up, the act of tenderness foreign to her. Jemma should have pulled away, but she figured the only way to survive was to follow Captain Avery's orders.

"I have a change of clothes that may fit you, if you wish to change," Skye spoke as she saw the blood stains and frayed fabric. She was not as covered up as one would expect, her sleepwear was tempting her men and she didn't need more stepping out of line.

Before Jemma was able to answer, the clothes were thrown on the small cot and Skye headed out the room.

She quickly got changed, not wanting to be caught in her delicates and looked around the room. It was a place to be slept in, not lived in.

She could see the hordes of treasures on the floor and recognized most of it. She could see the memories of each piece, sinking to the bottom of the ocean. She saw something that she recognized as her own. She bent down and picked up the locket, smiling for the first time since her arrival.

Skye walked in and saw Jemma kneeling on the floor, looking saddened.

"Are you alright?" Jemma looked up, her face wavering with emotion. "This was my mother's."

Skye was trying to stay tough. She should have snatched it from her hand and thrown her back in her cell, but she found herself doing something completely different.

She walked forward and grabbed the locket, moving behind Jemma and placing it around her neck. "You may keep it then."

There eyes locked and Skye looked away, her wall back in place. "You may also sleep in here for tonight, I will speak to my men tomorrow." And with that she headed out the door and slammed it shut, making Jemma flinch. She could not show anymore weakness, with or without her men's presences.