Author's note: Two chapters in a day! Can you tell my classes are boring? Enjoy!
Two more of Asher's men entered the room and moved to subdue Jonas. He lashed out with fists and feet, trying his best to keep them away. He knew if they captured him, there would be no one else to keep Grace out of Asher's hands. In the end though, Jonas was captured. Simple odds, in a fight between two armed men and one unarmed man, the weapons and numbers usually win. Jonas out of the way, Asher moved in to claim Grace. With the same lecherous smile he had regarded her with before, he offered her his arm. "Gracie, was it?"
Grace pulled back her arm and punched him in the face. She felt the bone of his nose break under her fist, and blood began to flow. "It's Miss Norrington to you." She said through clenched teeth as she moved to knee him in a most delicate place.
He caught her and spun her around just in time, trapping her against his chest, facing his men. He leaned down till his face was level with her ear. "I don't think ye want to do that, Miss Norrington. Ye see, if you don't cooperate, I'll have to ask my men to rough up your friend there, and I don't think ye want that." He nodded to the men holding Jonas, who smiled evilly. One of them produced a dagger and held it to the side of Jonas' face. Before Grace could protest, he sliced open the skin from temple to jaw.
Horrified, Grace looked away. "Fine, you win. Just don't hurt him again."
Asher kissed her cheek, which made her shudder and turn away. "That's a love. Shall we make our way to my ship?" The armed thugs led the way out with Jack and Jonas, with Asher and his prize in the rear.
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Once aboard Asher's ship, the Poseidon's Fury, Jack and Jonas were confined to the brig, and Grace was shown to Asher's cabin. She had originally balked at the idea of being forced to share a cabin with that satyr, but when she was told that her other option was to bunk with the crew, she took the lesser of two evils. One lustful man she might be able to dissuade; a whole crew of twenty or more, she would be helpless.
Thus she found herself perched on the edge of Asher Barbossa's bed, watching him carefully as he readied himself for bed. She observed objectively that he was quite a handsome man, although cruelly so. She might have been more impressed if she hadn't known for certain that he meant her nothing but harm. He had washed the blood from his face, and he now moved toward the bed, sliding off his shirt and looking at her like a dog might look at a steak: hungry.
Grace tried to scoot away from him, but he was faster. "Ah, Grace," he purred as he pulled her reluctant form into his arms, "I must admit, I was upset about having to chase Sparrow for the key, but you are a lovely compensation for that inconvenience." His lips explored her neck as she desperately tried to push him away.
Her brain raced for a way out. "What if you had to choose between having me or having the treasure?" she squeeked.
Asher didn't even look up as he moved to loosen the ties of her takshita. "Thankfully I get to have both."
"But you might not be able to."
Asher looked up, perplexed. "What do you mean?"
Grace made something up quick. "Finding the treasure requires a pure person. What if the spell meant pure in every way? By forcing yourself on me, you might be ruining your chances at Boabdil's treasure."
Asher seemed to consider this for a moment, then groaned and rolled over onto the bed. "Oh, fine, I'll leave you alone for now. But once I have the treasure, you'll be a pretty ornament for my bed." He made a final cursory grab at her, which she easily evaded. "And you'd best believe I'll enjoy making you submit."