Chapter III : "Tortuga"

As the sun was setting down, it suddenly started to rain. The merchants had decided to halt at the nearest port : Tortuga. What used to be a French stronghold rapidly pivoted into this infamous pirate paradise I had heard so much about. Gun shooting and yelling could be heard from afar.

I sighed, knowing I wouldn't be helped there.

Within an hour, the merchant's ship accosted at port. I kept shut, paralysed in the back of the ship, prisoner of the storage cabin. I tried to think until finally, the chubby man came in the back, making heavy noises as he pushed the bottles of wine out of the way to get to me.

"Get up..." he said.

I stayed seated on the ground, turning my eyes away from him.

"GET UP ! " he yelled, once again savagely gripping my hair.

As weak as I was, I couldn't physically resist. I stood up in front of him.

"Dun ya say a fuckin' word... Now, I'll tell ya... Some pirates are gonna come feel ya up a bit. Just enjoy the contact of the flesh... Sof some of em' are gonna be a lil' ruff, seeing they like new girls on the market..., but ya'll have to tuff it without a word... Got it, lass?"

The chubby man took me a little more further in the back of the cabin and pushed me down on the floor again. I crawled backwards and looked at him.

At that moment, a unknown man entered the cabin and stood next to the merchant.

"Ya got 10 minutes with her, not a second more..."

On these words, the chubby merchant left us. I crawled backwards again, terrified beyond belief. The man took a step towards me and got on all fours, trying to take over my body.

"A lil' too skinny..., but beautiful eyes ya got" he said.

He titled his head towards my face.

"I haven't been with a clean woman in so long" he continued.

He came down on my body, putting all of his weight over me. His hand slowly went under my dress and up my thigh. As he continued, my hand went reaching elsewhere, looking for any object to grab. Then, when I felt I had solidly grabbed one of the bottles of wine, I hesitated no longer. With all of my strength and rapidity, I knocked the guy down, crackling the bottle and spreading the wine over our bodies. He fell unconscious, never knowing what hit him. The poor bastard.

I pushed his body on the side and got up. In hatred and disgust, I kicked him in the stomach, releasing my anger.

Now my time was short. I had to get away.

I slid my way pass the large boxes of wine and got out of the cabin cautiously. I slowly made my way to the front of the ship, hiding behind the captain's cabin. Then, I saw them on the deck. The skinny merchant, Clinto, grimly gazed upon the sky.

"I dun know how long it's been, but it's been long enough... kick him out."

His chubby companion followed his orders. I quickly went hiding in the back, grabing an other bottle of wine that was laying on the floor.

The merchant went in the storage cabin and noticed his unconscious customer.

"What the hell... ?" he whispered.

I quickly crawled behind him. The instant he turned around, I knocked him down. His body fell on the floor, next to the other one.

I looked up.

"One more, I said to myself. One more and I'll be gone..."

I got out of the cabin once again and slowly made my way to the front. I had to make haste... They could wake up very soon.

I slid over to the captain's cabin and chance hit me again. An old wooden paddle was at my grasp. I quickly picked it up and then... I just ran. It didn't matter how much noise I made now, I only wanted to run and let my spirit free.

I ran towards the remaining merchant and knocked him down, swinging the paddle on his head. He fell unconscious at my feet.

I balanced the wooden paddle away from me. With my legs trembling, I started running... I ran like there was no tomorrow.

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Meanwhile, the skinny merchant slowly woke up, instinctively massaging the back of his neck.

"Bitch" he muttered.

He picked up the wooden paddle he had been knocked down with and headed towards the storage cabin.

"Wake up, ya bum !" he yelled, kicking his friend's heavy body.

His companion started to regain consciousness and stood up with minor difficulties.

"Me head hurts... That slut got away..." he whined.

The skinny merchant solidly held the wooden paddle in his hands, ready to swing it like a club.

"She can't be that far in town..." whispered Herbert, the chubby one.

"I'm gonna bleed that whore to death !" said Clinto, holding his paddle fiercely with anger.

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End of chap. 3. Do you guys like it so far ?? R&R please ?

Next time : The barman didn't understand her. The others just ignored her. She begged one of them for help... but it's was too late... They caught up to her, ready to beat her to death. No escape this time.