Lost at Sea II: Five Years Later

Chapter 6

Keira was forced to stay in a cabin close to the Captain, James along with her. Hamza kept a close watch on her, guarding the door every minute of the day. Although they untied her, they fed her very little and made her work with the slaves. James was forced to stay in the cabin for he was too small to be on deck.

After almost a week of being on the ship Hamza awoke Keira as she slept, curled in the corner of the empty cabin. James slept in her arms to keep warm. He smacked her hard to wake her up and she grunted, holding her cheek.

"You will come with me," he growled, pulling her to her feet.

Keira glanced over her shoulder at James as Hamza pulled her from the room. He dragged her into the Captain's Cabin, slamming the door behind her. The Captain stood silhouetted by the window, the moonlight shining into the room. His hands were clasped behind his back, his hat in his right hand.

"Captain, I have the girl," Hamza said, breaking the quiet.

He turned around, and Hamza forced Keira to her knees, yanking her hair back so she'd look up at him. She gasped at the man before her, not wanting to believe what she saw.

"No, you are dead! My father—" she gasped.

"Stabbed me, yes," James Norrington sneered down at her. "It wasn't as fatal as it looked, you see. After your bloody father stabbed me Beckett had me put on another ship and sent to the Americas for healing. Since your husband murdered him I stayed in the Americas and joined their ranks. I was sent to Africa with the slave trade and here we are. Jack has no idea I'm alive."

"You bastard," Keira snapped. "You let me believe you were dead all this time. I'll have you know I named my son James, thinking you died a noble man."

James looked shocked but the feeling soon disappeared, "Your fault, not mine," he shrugged. "I did what I could to stay alive, Keira. I almost had you too."

"Well not anymore," she snapped. "You're a godless savage now. I don't know you."

James chuckled and sighed, "You are still the biting woman I fell in love with all those years ago. That undying spunk is still there."

Keira spat at his feet, glaring up at him, her green eyes filled with hatred. James nodded at Hamza and he left the room, closing the door with a snap behind him. Keira remained on her knees.

"You may stand," James said, pulling out a chair for her.

"No thanks, I'm fine where I am," she spat icily.

James smiled and sat down behind his desk, fiddling with a quill, "You are the same stubborn woman I fell in love with. Too bad I lost you to Sparrow. You could have done much better."

"Am I here for a reason or not?" Keira demanded.

"Ah yes, Hamza thought you would do well to amuse me since I prefer not to engage in sexual acts with the women slaves. He sees you as my prize."

"You are not that sort of man, James I know you better than that," Keira said, looking shocked.

"You do not know how much I've changed," he smiled, getting to his feet. "The world is losing its propriety. Men are warriors now, they take what they want when they want it. That is what I learned in the Americas. I prefer that way of life."

"Don't touch me," she snapped as he ran the back of his hand over her cheek.

"You can't do anything about it, Keira. I have you cornered. Submit to me," James muttered, kneeling in front of her.

"Never," she growled. "You are not yourself."

"I am quite myself, you've never seen this side of me for I was too consumed with pleasing society. Now, there is no society to please, I live on the sea where there are no rules."

Keira tried to untie her hands as James leaned closer to her. She gasped at the pain from the burn but kept trying, keeping her mouth shut and her eyes forward. He placed his hand on her cheek with a smile, his lips hovering over hers. Keira turned her head when he went to kiss her and he ended up kissing her cheek.

James laughed at her stubborn nature and looked to the door of the cabin, "Hamza!"

"Aye sir?" the African man answered quickly.

"Tie her to the bed posts to she can't move," James ordered.

"You are not the man I once respected," she spat. "You are a monster."

Hamza ignored her and pulled her to her feet forcefully. She yelled out when he ripped the rope from her hands, revealing the raw skin. He threw her onto the bed with such force she had no time to fight back as he tied one arm to one post. Keira clawed at him as he grabbed her other arm but failed as he tied the other to the opposite post.

As Hamza left the room again James removed his jacket from his shoulders as Keira watched. The tunic beneath revealing some of his chest. She narrowed her eyes at a mark on his chest and he pulled the cloth away.

"The scar from your father's sword," he explained.

"Serves you right," she growled. "You should have died."

"Tisk, tisk," he clicked his tongue at her. "It is not like a woman to speak like that, Keira."

She spat at his feet again, her eyes flashing as he neared the bed where she was now tied. She began to twist her wrists against the rope once again, making James frown.

"Why do you torture yourself?" he asked softly, running his finger over her bare forearm.

"Where is my son?" Keira demanded, ignoring his question.

"He is where we left him. I have ordered Hamza not to harm him. After all, he is named after me," James grinned.

"I did not name him after you, you disgrace the name."

"Now Keira, don't speak such folly," James straddled her hips to keep her from kicking out. "I have wanted you for longer than you know. I am about to get what I want."

"I will never give myself to you, you bastard!"

James shrugged and smacked her across the face to shut her up. Keira felt her consciousness swim but she stayed awake, glaring up at her offender as he tried to remove her kimono. She felt her blood boil as he unbuttoned down her chest. His thumbs traced the silk over her abdomen and he slipped it away from her body.

"You are more beautiful than I thought," James breathed, running his hand over her exposed torso.

Keira glared up at him, cursing him silently. She waited for him to move closer to her and kicked out, connecting her thigh in between his legs. James yelled out and fell over, clutching himself in pain. Keira twisted her wrists quickly against the rope once again, trying desperately to get free before he recovered. She felt the rope loosen a bit when she tugged the bed post so she pulled as she twisted, hoping to break free. The blood from her wrists trickled down her arms as she fought, finally the rope around her left hand pulled free of the post and she untied her opposite hand.

James grabbed her ankle as she scrambled off the bed, and she stopped, seeing the look in his blue eyes. A shadow of the man James used to be seemed to glimmer there for a moment, the proud and ambitious man she had respected, before it disappeared, being replaced with the rage and anger that he'd learned in America.

"Come back here you slag!" he called as she charged out of the room.

Hamza grabbed her around the waist, stopping her as she flung the door open ran out. She screamed and struggled, calling out for her son as James appeared in the doorway of the cabin.

"She deserves fifteen lashes," James growled, pulling Keira's kimono from her shoulders.

She fell to her knees, trying to cover her exposed body but Hamza pulled her to her feet. He studied the scars across her back with a smile and began to drag her away.

"Wait," James called, his eyes on Keira's back, the etched scars reflecting in his eyes. "I will deal with her, go," he ordered and Hamza dropped her to the floor and left with his men.

James slowly moved to where Keira was crouched and draped the kimono around her. She slipped her arms through the sleeves, her hair hiding her face as she buttoned the garment. She ignored James as she got to her feet and turned to the door keeping her son from her.

"Keira," James called to her but she continued to ignore him as she pushed to door open, her son rushing into her arms.

"Mother, I thought they were going to kill you," the boy sobbed into her shoulder.

"I'm fine, James," she whispered, kissing the top of his head, a tear leaking from her eye. "Here, let me untie you."

The boy held out his hands to her and she undid the knot, letting the rope fall the floor. He rubbed the raw skin on his wrists and looked over his mother's shoulder seeing Norrington.

"Who is that, mother?" he asked, the fear returning to his young face.

"This is James Norrington, a man I thought I knew but now, I know not," she said flatly her eyes blank as she looked over her shoulder at him.

"You tried to hurt my mother," James frowned. "My father will kill you."

"Your father is a useless pirate who obeys no laws. Your father will fall before the end," Norrington shot back, looking with disgust at the small boy.

James drew his sword, leveling it at Norrington's knees. Keira watched with a mixture of pride and worry as her son challenged Norrington. The former commodore laughed and drew his own sword, pressing the tip of the boy's throat.

"I could kill you now, young Sparrow," he smiled, his eyes gleaming. "But your mother is too valuable to me, I cannot see her suffer with such a loss. Lower your sword."

"My father will kill you," James repeated, hatred on his face. "He will get you for taking us from him."

Norrington laughed and sheathed his sword. He shook his head at Keira and disappeared into his cabin, slamming the door with one last laugh.

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Here's another one! Sorry it took so long, I had my Senior Sem and stuff so I was a bit delayed with my updating. Hope you all enjoy and don't forget to review!

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