"Seem to have forgotten how feisty my little red head was," Barbossa said quietly moving a hand to grab up a piece of her dark red hair.
Catalina stared furiously up at him "Your little red head?" Barbossa continued to stare at her for a moment released her hair and shouted for someone to take her to the brig, walking away with her gun in his hand.
Catalina shook herself off, she'd have to burn her hair after having been touched by him; she grimaced, he made her feel like puking. But her thoughts were interrupted again as for a third time the young woman was hauled up off her feet, but this time she was being pushed away towards the stairs to the lower ship. She twitched uselessly in the arms of her captor, wishing to grab her pistol but obviously since she longer had it all she could do was just maintain an angry stare and walk forward. On a normal occasion Catalina would neither be handled this way by anyone or take being spoken to this way; being a woman, and a captain who was a woman, she had to be strong and appear tough. She tried to shift herself once more, but with no avail, and this just caused her holder to laugh and push her harder down the stairs, where she was thrown roughly into a cell.
"Cap'in will be wantin' that sword …" said the man who had been holding her as he began walking inside the cell with and backing her into the wall. But clearly he wasn't going to wait for her to take it off herself. Pushing her hard again, this time into the wall he stripped the sword from her hip and thigh, his hands brushing not to carefully and close to places they weren't allowed. He leered at her showing her he knew exactly what he was doing. She stared at him, unmoving, the man brushed a hand to her cheek and turned to walk out. The only response she could manage was spitting at his back as he walked out slamming the cell door in his wake.
Once shut inside her wet and dark prison, Catalina sat on the floor in the corner to mull over the recent events. All she'd wanted to do was get to where her stolen map led her, on her stolen ship, and steal some treasure for her own. Was that really that hard of a task to complete? Why had it not been as simple for her as it always had been for her past crew mates? She'd been captaining her "new" ship for about four weeks when she'd run into the Pearl today, and it had been going just fine. Why couldn't it all work out simply?
"Probably because none of this little escapade was actually yours," a little voice in her head told her. "You've stolen everything that's gotten you to this point."
"But that's what I do," she argued out loud to herself.
"Yep, your best at lying, cheating, gambling and screwing over men." The little voice continued.
"Well it's gotten us this far hasn't it?" She argued back again still out loud.
"Oh right yeah, really far, right into a cell, back on Barbossa's ship- right where we wanted to be." The little voice argued back.
"Suppose we can always start over again can't we?" She said out loud again, quieter this time.
"If you make it off this ship," the little voice said.
Since she was a young girl, Catalina had always been able to get what she'd wanted. When she grew into herself and finally figured out that she didn't want to be a pretty little china doll hauled up in a man's house good for only display and child bearing she discovered she could still get what she wanted by working over a man. She had learned at an early age men were simple creatures driven by two things, sex and money. Whether they hid it well or not, that was the root of all men, and she understood that fact very well. After making an escape from her family and turning pirate at the ripe age of 18 she made her way to the city of Sin, Tortuga, found her way onto a pirate ship, got what she needed, and moved to the next ship. She continued this process for a few years till she finally worked her way to having her own ship. She had learned the way of the sea, learned how to be cold, mean and strong, and mastered the ways of men. There wasn't a one she couldn't conquer and only a few she feared. This ship just happened to be home to one of those few men. Barbossa was a man more cold and calculating than she, and he was man that understood women. He knew what a woman could do to a man, and he knew how to control that. Catalina shuddered to think that she might not be able to get out of this one.
"I can do this," she said out loud confidently but still quiet. "He's a man, he thinks like one."
But the little voice didn't have to say something back for her to know that was a lie. She knew her regular way of dealing with men wasn't going to work this time, but why not try?
"So try I will." Catalina affirmed, She would need to get his attention first to work him like a ball of dough, and with that she began shouting as loud as she could.
"BARBOSSA! Get your ass down here and let me out! BARBOSSA!! You want this map your just gunna have to come get it! BARBOSSA!" She waited a beat, but still heard nothing, just the sound of regular deck activity above her head. "BARBOSSA! Let me out of here and fight me like a man you mangy bilge rat!"… still nothing. "BAR-BOS-SA!" she waited another second, but still only footsteps and voices. "I suppose I'll have to try harder" she said quietly to herself, she smiled knowing she'd regret this… "Well I suppose even if you did come down here to get this map you'd have no idea where it led. You're about as good at reading a map as you are at pleasing a woman, which I hear tell isn't very good with your undeniably small little sword." She spat the last word, knowing her meaning would be caught; but this time there was something different. All the bustle on deck went almost silent. Clearly she'd been ignored till that point, and defiantly she had crossed the line this time. She heard a single pair of footsteps above her head, and those single pair continued their way down the stairs. She backed herself into a corner knowing full well she'd crossed the line, and knowing full well she had no idea what to do next.
It was Barbossa whose steps had been made across the deck and down the stairs and it was he who was now at the door of her cell quietly and slowly sliding the key into the hole and opening the door. Slowly he stepped into the cell menacingly slow and walked in and toward her and came to a stop inches from her face.
"Didja have somethin' to say to my face girl?" he said almost to quiet to hear. He was manipulating her fear of him, they both knew it. Catalina tried desperately to not show her fear, tried so hard to prove that she wasn't afraid of what this man could and would do, but she just simply couldn't make any words come out of her mouth, she just opened and shut it twice, and tried to back up even further into the corner of the cell , to try to get away from Barbossa who was towering over her.
"Suppose I'll 'ave showin' ye how I make use of my little sword sooner rather than later won't I?" he said putting his mouth right to her ear and taking another step into her, his body now pressed closly to hers. He was talking even quieter than before. Without giving her a chance for response this time, he yanked her by the hair out of the cell and up to the deck.
Catalina yelped in protest, it felt like he was going to rip the hair right from her scalp. She'd really done it this time. How was she going to get out of this situation? They reached the Captain's cabin and he threw her inside. Catalina slammed to the floor right on her injured shoulder and the pain returned with ferocity to her body. She lay there panting hoping the pain would ease away again.
Barbossa closed the door behind him quietly and took off his hat tossing it to a table. He stood by the door watching the red head reeling on the floor in pain for a moment, contemplating and then moved to stand over her removing his jacket also as he went.
"So I suppose ye be knowin' why I sunk yer ship then?"
"Wha-what?" Catalina stammered out rolling onto her back to look up at Barbossa who now stood up above her. "That's it?"
Barbossa smirked down at her, "there'll be plenty a time ta be teachin' you a lesson 'bout respect later, right now we need ta be getting under way to tha' treasure a yourn." Catalina simply stared up at him, pain completely wiped out of her mind, she was shocked she wasn't be lashed out on deck right now, or worse.
"So yer ship," Barbossa continued
Catalina just continued starring at Barbossa with her mouth transforming to tight and full of anger, she wanted to spit at him again; how dare he bring up her sunken ship, and her dead crew.
"I thought so, ye wouldn't be happenin' to be havin' the map on yer person would ye? Probably tucked down that snug corset of yours wouldn't it?" Barbossa squatted down to where she lay on the floor of his cabin eyeing her and tracing a finger up the laces of her corset to where the top met the edge of her chest.
"Just down here then aye?" He questioned, quieter this time continuing his trail over top of her chest, brushing his fingers along the curves. She spat up at him again, this time hitting him square in the face. He retorted, hitting her harder than before on the face. He wiped his face and continued staring at her, "If'n yer not goin' ta give it to me, Miss Ramston, believe that I am very cabable of taking it." Catalina continued to stare up at him, mouth still tight with anger, she wasn't going to give in to his pushing, no matter how far he took this.
Barbossa leaned over then and grabbed her wrists pulling her up with him to stand. Catalina winced yet again at the pain where her shoulder had been shot earlier that day, Barbossa seemed to take no notice and sat down by his chart table putting his feet up and leaning back in the chair.
"Have a seat missy." But she didn't. "and take yer jacket off, yer gettin me floor wet."
"I said sit." He said more harshly. He gave her look that would make a small child cry but she remained standing where he left her, but removed her jacket. "Ya know Catalina, I figured tha' after all the time we be knowin' each other you'd of figured out by now tha' I am not a patient man nor a tolerant one." He said gesturing again that she sit. This time Catlaina moved, however slowly, toward the chair, placing her jacket on the back of it.
"Tha be a good lass, now were be my map?"
Catalina stopped, "I haven't the faintest idea what your talking about."
"Ye know ye be knowin' exactly what I'm talkin' about so you might as well make this less painless for yer self on fork it over." Barboassa said moving slightly to get up.
Catalina only raised a single eyebrow and continued her silence, now moving to sit down. Barbossa got up and walked behind where she now sat and brushed a piece of her dark hair, still damp, from her face. She shuddered at his touch, but he leaned down and talked closely to her ear.
"Unless ye be wanting me to start removing yer clothing to find it you'll be wanting to give me tha' map. I'll only ask ye this last time."
Catalina remained motionless still, and continued her composure of silence now crossing her legs and relaxing a little into the chair. Barbossa walked around to the front of her brushing a single finger along her chin. He was trying to bother her; trying to intimidate her, but she stayed strong and silent.
"Ye be angry about yer ship." Barbossa stated simply standing straight again. He started to slowly pace around her chair again, "with that treasure, you could afford a ship that is yours. I can help ye do that."
Catalina still remained unspoken. He was right, she was angry, but she wouldn't back down. She wanted him to realize that she wasn't weak and that she wasn't just some push-over wench.
"Well if ye not be talkin' to me and ye not be givin' me that map, suppose I'll have to be takin it me self…" said Barbossa again, reaching the front of her and pulling a knife from nowhere. And yet, Catalina remained still and composed in her seat. Barbossa brushed the cool metal slowly across the stoic red head's cheek and down to her chest. The cool meatl leaving a line of goosebumps in its wake. Catalina had absolutely no doubt in her mind that Barbossa would remove every scrap of clothing she had on to find that map, but she didn't want to give into him, so she finally spoke.
"Tell me Barbossa, how did you hear that I may or may not be in possession of a map?"
"We just happened to be in port the same time as you 'bout two days ago, tha's when I heard tell you'd ran inta Jack Sparrow a while back. See I'd been on the search fer him too, he had the map you now have. Funny how tha' works?' Barbossa paused his speech for a second, Catalina knew there really wasn't a reason for a responce so she waited till he continued, "Also had a ship.." Barbossa said quieter now, "how'd you end up with that same ship and map missy, ,with no Jack?" Catalina pursed her lips, and once again stayed silent. Wh was he asking? She knew he knew how she had ended up with it. Catalina also knew he was trying to guilt her. "Funnily enough then after I ran into a few of yer crew, one of em' happened ta be yer watchman. He decided he was better minded ta be helpin' us out and took a bribe to not mention us comin' up on ya today nor, havin' been followin' you fer the day past. All jus worked out so conveniently." Catalina was livid now.
"Why should I give it to you?" Catalina spit quietly.
"Because Miss Ramston, what other option do ye be havin'? You 'ave no crew, and ye be on my ship, which is full of my wench-starved men, whom are at the command of me. Ye be havin' no way ta escape." He said stopping his pace dead in front of her. Catalina gave him a look full of utter loathing and Barbossa reached out with the blade again, this time touching it to her bodice digging in with just a little force over one of the laces. "'Sides how were ya planning on stoppin' me?" And Barbossa popped the first lace.
[[ Dun Dun duuuuuuuuuuhn! Well there's a nice little bit.. dunno how I am doing on the Pirate talk.. hope its okay, and I also hope this plot line is making sense.. IDK… So what's gunna happen next? Will Barbossa find the map? Does she even have it? Is he gunna punish her for her little joke earlier? And When's Mr. Sparrow coming in?? All to come… –-Edwardsonly]]
