Disclaimer: again, I own nothing except the skimpy green outfit KK is wearing and the deep quotes near and at the end of the chapter. And the plot.


Out on deck, Pirate G was getting worried. Pirate KK had been below deck for quite some time. What was that blonde pirate doing? What was his name again? Marty, wasn't it?

Pirate G glanced over at Pirate Sam, who clearly shared the same emotions as he did. They both looked up at a commotion at the door leading below deck.

Pirate KK shivered as the brisk sea breeze hit her skin. Her skin and hair was still wet from her fall into the water, and was not helped by the fact that what she was wearing only covered a quarter of her body. She hesitated and tried to pull back, but Marty's sword stopped her.

"Get a move on, lass," Marty growled lowly in her ear. KK shivered and reluctantly stepped forward into the sights of everyone. The pirates from the Tarantula were shocked, the pirates of the Revenge cheered and whistled with joy. The Dread Pirate Roberts' eyes lit up as she was bought before him.

Marty stopped her in front of Roberts, sitting in his chair. He admired her form and a slow smile crept up on to his face.

"Nice selection, Marty," Roberts commended his pirate. Marty smiled, never dropping his sword for where it rested on KK's back.

"Thank ye, sir," he accepted the praise and then turned his attention back to the prisoner. "Dance, lass."

"What? No!" KK hissed in return.

"Dance," Marty repeated.

"No!" KK refused. Marty let his gaze wander over to Pirate Nell, and Pirate Rick too the hint and held his dagger to her throat.

"I said: dance, lass," Marty instructed, nodding to another Revenge pirate to start the music. KK sighed and gave in. Sensing her defeat, Marty moved away and let KK dance. The music started playing and KK took one last glance at the ginger and began to sway her hips. A few pirates whistled at her in satisfaction.

The song went on for several minutes and KK felt herself warming up as she danced. She also felt herself loosening up; she loved to dance and it felt so natural. She felt the world of the Revenge and all the perverted pirates and her crew fading away, being replaced by the world of dance. Her head was up in the clouds and she was no longer in the skimpy outfit, by, rather, in a dress made of stars.

The pirates of the Tarantula noticed that she was lost in her own little world, and stared in awe as she let her body sway to the music. It was so natural; it was almost as if her body was moving itself and her mind had no control over it.

However, the pirates of the Revenge didn't notice this, and kept cheering and sneering at her, like she was a burlesque prostitute. Roberts sipped his wine, thoroughly enjoying the show.

The song finished and the music died down, and KK finished in her final pose. The Revenge pirates applauded her as one might applaud a slave after performing. KK's head came crashing down, out of the clouds and she remembered where she was.

She felt a blush rising, but she bit back. She would never show any signs of weakness, much less to Roberts.

"Nice, Marty," Roberts drawled. "She's all yours!"

Marty grinned. He liked being rewarded like so. KK let out a dejected breath quietly. She hated that he had been right, much more that she had been wrong and much, much more that it'd been about this. Although, she had enjoyed his little, ahem, routine below deck before, but she'd never admit it.

Pirate G was on his feet in less than a second, knowing exactly what was going on.

"Hold up! You are not raping my fellow pirate!" he objected loudly. Roberts stood up slowly, with an incredible amount of authority.

"Back on your knees!" he ordered. Pirate G glanced over at KK, who gave him a slight nod to obey. G was confused as to why she'd be willing to go with this idiot. What had he done to her below deck before? But, still, G obeyed reluctantly.

Pirate KK was hauled up by Marty to begin their activities and, even though she was honestly excited for it, she knew she had to make sure that it looked like she wasn't. So she struggled; she wriggled and squirmed and cried out for help.

Marty grunted with effort as he hauled her along, but could tell that something about this wasn't real. Then it hit him, and he almost let go of her because of it. Was this all an act? Was she actually looking forward to this? He hoped it were true.

The two of them eventually reached his room and he expertly swung her around and threw her to the ground, before slamming the door.

"What the hell was that out there?" he asked, genuinely curious, and KK picked this up.

"How do you mean?" she shot back, praying that he hadn't picked up that it was just an act.

"That, out there," he repeated. "The squirming and the struggling. Was ye just acting?"

"What makes you think that?" KK retorted harshly, angry that he'd seen right through her ruse.

"It just didn't feel real," he told her. "Do ye want to sex with me?"

Marty hoped she'd say yes, or he'd have to lock her up for a few hours; he'd never raped a woman, nor did he ever intend to. However, just to make it seem like he had, he'd lock the woman up for a few hours in a tiny space with no light to create that same helplessness, to some degree.

Sure, it wasn't exactly a gentlemanly thing to do, but what else was he meant to do? If Roberts found out that he wasn't actually raping the women, and it didn't appear that he was, it'd be Goodbye Pirate Marty!

"Yes please," KK pleaded. She really did want to get into bed with him. Marty blinked with surprise. No woman had ever said yes before, much less a beautiful woman such as the one with him at that moment. Marty was so shocked that he could barely move.

"Please," KK repeated, her mismatched eyes bright with enthusiasm.

"Would ye like me to go gentle?" he inquired. The brunette with him smirked courageously.

"Give me everything you've got," she requested boldly. Marty was admittedly impressed by her recklessness.

"With pleasure, milady," he grinned, scooping her up off the ground and tossing her on to the bed. She let out a slight grunt as she landed. He toppled on to the bed after her. He was on top and she looked up at him, silently begging him to start. Marty smiled to himself.

Not so fast, lass, he thought to himself. He was a bad guy, which meant that he was used to being in control. He was going to take this slowly.

Marty got started. First, he brushed his finger along her forehead, pushing all her hairs to one side. He let his finger wander down the right side of her face and detour to her bra strap, which he fiddled with.

Pirate KK lay very still, trusting him to do it well. She loved the coarseness of his finger as it ran along her soft skin. She smiled and relaxed, sensing that he'd be taking his time.


A few hours later, the two parties lay side by side on Marty's bed, panting. Marty's smile was as wide as the ocean from Scotland to Ireland, and KK's smile was a very contented one. He turned his head to face her.

"Ye enjoy that, lass?" he inquired. He was answered with a giggle.

"Very much," she responded, amongst a fit of giggles.

"Good," he breathed out, and then changed his tone. "Ye never told me yer name, lass."

"KK," she replied, staring up at the ceiling.

"No, I mean yer real name," he persisted. She let out a sigh.

"Kensi," she answered after a minute. "My real name's Kensi. What's yours?"

"Marty," he informed, dropping his pirate accent. "It's my real name and my pirate name."

"Well, thanks for this, Marty," Kensi thanked him.

"You're welcome, Kensalina," he quipped, emphasising the 'a'. Kensi propped herself up and turned to face him. She was still naked, not that he had any objections to that.

"We only just met properly ten seconds ago, and already you've assigned me a nickname?" she inquired.

Marty just nodded his head like a five-year-old on Christmas Day when asked whether he wanted more dessert. Kensi couldn't help but smile.

"Just make sure you don't call me that out there," she reminded him, jerking her head towards the door. Marty followed with his eyes and nodded again, slowly. "In fact, just don't call me by any of my names at all."

"Yeah, I know," Marty assured her, turning his head back around to face the roof of his cabin. There were a few moments of silence before Kensi spoke again.

"Marty, how come you asked my permission before we went for it?" Kensi wondered. Her question caught Marty off guard.

"Come again?"

"Why'd you ask my permission before we had sex?" Kensi repeated. "I mean, you are a pirate of the Revenge. You guys are known for being merciless pillagers, rapists and murderers."

"I don't rape," he answered. When he turned his head, he saw that she was a bit confused. "I may pillage and murder, but I do not rape."

"But, why?" Kensi persisted. She wanted to ask more, but she couldn't find the words to make the questions. But, somehow, Marty knew what she was trying to ask.

"I pillage because I'm a pirate, it's my job," he explained. "You do it too. I know you do. I murder to save women from the others and to save the men from a very painful death. I don't actually ever kill the children. And I never rape because that's just inhumane."

"But, why?" Kensi repeated. "What right do you have to deprive those mothers and fathers of life. And what about the children?"

"Death is mercy," Marty said gravely. "If I do not kill the men, my fellow crew members will, very slowly and painfully. If I do not kill the women, they become rape victims. I can't allow that."

"The children?" Kensi asked again.

"I send them out into the forests," Marty replied, squashing down the pain that was rising in his chest.

"But, why?" Kensi asked for the third time. "They'll die!"

"They either learn to survive or they die," Marty said, almost all emotion gone from his voice.

"What right do you have to force those children to survive on their own?" she snarled, feeling defensive all of a sudden. She pulled the covers up over her body.

"We all have to learn to survive," he sighed. "Some just have to learn earlier than others."

Kensi flopped back, knowing he was right. But she also knew that it didn't justify his actions: crime was crime, no matter how good the motive.


Wow. That was deep. I will be writing the next chapter ASAP. But you know what would make it go faster? If you left a review! :) Peace out!