I sat in the corner of the slave pen; I had been there for two days and hadn't eaten anything. I would rather die then become anyone's slave. I heard the clash of swords above deck and wondered if some other pirates were going to get us and sell us. It didn't matter really, either way I was going to end up as someone's slave. Some pirates came down and took a look at us. One with a wooden eye got close to me, put his arm through the bars and touched my hair I instantly moved away from him; he laughed at me then left.
I sat in that cell for a long time. I lost count and became very thin, almost on the brink of death. Then they led us out by our shackles onto an island I can only assume to be Tortuga. It was a horrid pace there were drunken men raping girls, and prostitutes selling themselves. The air was filled with off key drunken tavern songs in at least three different languages. A man with rotting teeth and long brown hair came up to me. He smiled horribly,
"Four shilling for this one." A pirate came over, collected the money and released me from the other prisoners. The man grabbed my shoulder and leaded me through the crowd- his fingers dung into my shoulder. He walked me into an inn and upstairs to a room. I struggled as much as I could but it did nothing but make him laugh. He pushed me onto the bed with a smile. I kicked his right shin as hard as I could but he only cursed and slapped my cheek. His kissed me hard- his tongue forcing it's way into my mouth. I bit down on his tongue- he tasted of rum. I kept biting until he finally yanked my head backward. I tasted blood in my mouth. Then he hit me at least five times. The man then straddled me and started undressing me. I tried kicking and moving but he held on and every time I moved he hit me again. I started running out of strength but kept at it.
There was only my under dress left when another man burst into the room after him ran three other men. He tried to go through the window but it wouldn't open. The man on top of me was no longer paying attention to me so I rolled off the bed taking him with me. I got up as fast as I could and kicked him hard before he could get up. The four other men weren't paying attention. They had gotten out their swords and started fighting- three against one and the one was winning. The man grunted and tried to get up again so I grabbed a bottle of rum on the nightstand and shattered it over his head and he didn't move again. I then grabbed another bottle and hit it over the head of one of the three other men and kicked another one in the groin. The man I kicked fell to his knees in agony. The man who had run in struck the man I kicked in the head with the handle of his sword and the man dropped- unconscious. I looked up at the man who had run in wondering if I should take him out too though I doubted I would be able to- he had a sword and I didn't. He smiled at me,
"I owe ya one, love." I just stared at him. He had brown eyes and hair. His hair was in dreadlocks and had a bandana over it. He was dressed in pirate garb and had a three cornered hat. He looked me up and down- probably taking in my improper attire. I glared at him. He grabbed my hands and pulled them as far from one another as they would go and cut through the shackles with his sword.
"Thank you."
"Sure thing." Another bunch of guys ran into the room. The man pushed me behind him as he started fighting them with his sword. He knocked one out and I grabbed that man's sword. I engaged in a fight with a blonde haired man. I wasn't doing very well but I cornered him and hit on the head with the flat side of my sword he fell and I looked towards the rest of the men. What a mess I had gotten in and only sometime ago I was a lady in Port Royal.
Eventually together we beat the men, and before another bunch of drunken pirates could wonder in to join the fray the pirate grabbed my waist and jumped out the window with me. We fell on the roof of the porch and slid down a story to the ground, landing in a heap. I quickly got up and looked around, no one was after us but the whole inn was in an uproar. Men, drunken and nearly drunken, kept staring in my direction and I remembered my clothing, or lack there of. "Ah hell!" What was I going to do now? The man that saved me finally got up off the ground, he walked as if he were drunk. "Sir, um…excuse me but what is your name?"
"Why I'm Captain Jack Sparrow of course."
"Captain? Well then do you have a boat?"
"I'm currently in the market but I do have a rather lovely dinghy." I smiled.