1Here is chapter three, but guys, even if you have already read chapter 2, read it again, I changed it a lot.

Jane stopped, a cornmeal muffin halfway to her mouth. Turning around slowly, she saw the hulking figure of a groggy pirate in the lamplight. He had large rippling muscles, and a large amount of stubble on his chin. A half drunk bottle of rum confirmed Jane's thought that he was drunk. The large mans other fist was balled in a fist so tight that his knuckles were white.

Jane looked nervously at the fist, silently praying that it would not make her skull it's target.

"Well!" roared the pirate," answer me you wench!"

The words felt like an electric shock as they brought back memories of standing in line with the soldier about to knock out her teeth, an expression that was now on the face of the angry pirate before her.

With a crash, the drunk Pirate broke the bottle on the doorframe, sending glass everywhere. Rum was dripping all over the floor, and the man was still holding the dangerous bottle.

Jane glanced at the jagged edges, knowing where they would make their target. Her eyes darted around the room, looking for and escape rout.

Finally, knowing it was her only choice, Jane flung herself on the ground between the mans feet, sliding to momentary safety. She crawled out the door, ignoring the pain from the glass embedded in her palms and knees.

Knowing that the pirate would be after her soon, Jane jumped up and sprinted down the narrow hall, hearing the man yelling.

"Stowaway! In The Hall!!"

A door opened in front of her, but she slammed it shut before anyone could stop her. She was now at the stair, leaping up the steps two at a time. She didn't really know where she was going, she just knew that she could not be found. Stowaways were often punished harshly, and girls were no exception. She got to the top of the stairs, not knowing what to do. She couldn't go back to her original hiding spot, they would find her there. She ran to the front of the ship, ducking in a small crevice. She peered out at the chaos on the deck. Men were coming up from the stairs, looking left and right.

She reached her right hand up to look for something to cover herself better.

Suddenly a hand grabbed her wrist.

Jane looked up, stifling a gasp.

Holding her arm was a man, Dred-locks that were covered in a bandanna covered his head, a smile was on his face.

"Hello, Love."

I mean it you guys! I will not write anymore until I get at least 3 reviews! And let me tell you! I can be stubborn

Sarah