Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates. Although to own Jack would be nice. But I do own Bryn Knox, Sam and all the ideas that I put into it.

The power of a cliffhanger! I love it!

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And the whole Jack/Elizabeth thing is necessary for the plot my friends.

…Jack Sparrow.

What was he doing here? He came to save me? I was doing perfectly fine without him. And besides, I don't need him. I think he is the one who needs me. If he was going to come after me like this, then yeah. He needed me.

I slapped him across the face and took Sam's hand in mine. I rushed away from Jack in hope there was somewhere I could go to be away from him.

He had followed me. And pulled me back towards him, he insisted on talking to me. I sighed and looked at him. He hit my hand which made me release my hand from Sam's. That was probably his intention.

He took my hand in his and looked deep into my eyes. He was trying to make me fall under his spell. I could see it in his eyes. It was the way he looked at me. And you are probably wondering how I know this. It's not because I am falling under the spell. I could just tell. He had a very cute smile on his face. It wasn't one of the Jack smiles that I had recognized or that he had used on me before. It was different. I wanted to fall for it. But I couldn't. It would only end up hurting me more that when I broke up with him last time.

"I didn't know ye could kick like that. I'm impressed. 'n Bryn look. I…I'm sorry. Elizabeth meant nothing to me. Ye know she doesn't. Jus' come back t' me. Ye know ye wants to. Ye know ye wants me. "Jack said as he smiled at me with a big grin on his face.

"Thanks. I don't care, you slept with her nonetheless. And I don't want you; you just want me to want you. Go away." I snickered and walked away.

I looked back at him and smiled an evil smile. He deserved every last word I said. He looked at me and slowly opened his mouth. He was shocked. I don't think he was expecting me to say that. I hurt him. That was my intention. He hurt me, so I hurt him. He wasn't expecting that. He was probably expecting me to fall all over him like I had before. I knew that if I did, I would only end up getting hurt like I did the last time he "broke up" with me.

Every time I try and get over him, he appears out of nowhere to try and fix the situation. And his type of "fixing" the situation is flirting with me to try and get me to love him again. That is not how you fix something. Most of the time that makes it all worse, so where is he getting all his ideas from? Wherever they are from, they are horrible ideas. He is never going to get me or any other girl for that matter with ideas like that.

I turned back around and gestured for Sam to come with me, Jack thought I was talking to him and started following me.

"Why are YOU following me?" I said emphasizing the you.

"'cause ye told me t' come." Jack said confused.

"No. I wasn't talking to you Mister Sparrow; I was talking to my friend Sam. Now go away." I snickered.

I walked away pulling Sam with me. Sam pulled me around a corner, he wanted to watch and see what Jack's reaction was. Jack was just standing there as he had done before. Just shocked, and not understanding what he had done wrong to make me hate him so much. I have to admit it was rather funny, to watch Jack stand there and scratch his head.

"It's Captain Sparrow to you missy!" He shouted eventually.

Wow. That took him a long time to conjure. Haha. I love the influence I have on people. I always tend to confuse people. It's just my awesomeness. That's all it is. Sam started walking away, so I followed him. We stopped in front of a small shack. He smiled and opened the door. There was a person on the chair.

I couldn't see who it was. I knew it was a man, because of the hand structure. The hands were broad and well featured. Maybe it was Sam's father. I haven't seen him in a long time. It would be nice to be able to see him again.

"Uncle, I have someone I would like you to meet." Sam said as the man turned his chair around.

It was none other than Lord Cutler Beckett. Woah. Wait! Lord Cutler Beckett was Sam's uncle? How come I didn't know this? Why is he bringing me to him? Doesn't he know Cutler Beckett is looking for me? Maybe he came for the reward. No. Bryn, don't think like that. He is your friend, he would never do that. Well Jack did.

"Ah. Miss Bryn Knox. It is such a pleasure to see you again. Thank you for kicking me. It is not a very polite thing to do miss." Beckett said as he grabbed my wrists and pulled me towards him.

"Can I have the reward please uncle?" Sam asked.

Beckett nodded and pointed to the table. There were bags of doubloons on the table. It was a lot more than 25,000. He had raised the stakes. I was more expensive now. But how… why? Why did Sam turn against me?

"SAM! HOW COULD YOU? I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY FRIEND?" I shouted and tried to squirm out of Beckett's grip.

"I wanted the money. I am sorry Bryn." Sam said very calmly.

That was retarded. He gave me no other reason as to why he would do that. But I thought he cared about me? What about all those memories? I never thought I would actually get caught. I always have my ways of getting out. I should have suspected it. That bringing me into this random shack would mean there was something fishy going on. I can't believe I didn't realize it. And now Lord Cutler Beckett had me. He had me as his prisoner. Unless I could get out, but how was I going to do that? Firstly, he has an incredibly strong grip. There is no way I can free myself from that. And he is probably going to bring me somewhere and lock me in the brig. Lovely, a brig; haven't been in one of those forever. Actually I haven't even been in one. And I was hoping I was never going to have to be. Well that's not going to happen now.

I was dragged along the cobblestone path and pushed into a carriage. My poor boot soles are all scuffed up now because of that stupid path. Poor boots. Beckett took me back to the stupid house that I had been avoiding this whole entire time. The house I wished I would never have to go back to. I sat quietly in the carriage and pushed the curtain so I could see out the window. We had arrived and the house looked so much different than I remember. I don't know what was different; all I know was that it was.

Maybe it was the fact that I hadn't been here in a while, or that I was trying so hard to forget it that I actually did. And then what I thought I had remembered it to be was completely different from what it was now. I don't think it had actually changed. It was probably just my horrible memory. Whatever it was I was not glad to be back here.

I was yanked out of the car and brought into the house. Two guards set their arms under my underarms and proceeded to yank me along with them. I was pulled down stairs and thrown into the brig. The door was locked and the key was set on the key nail, which was way too far for me to even try and grab. Well, here I am; in a brig. I was hoping it would never happen. And now what am I supposed to do? Just sit here and mope? No. I am not like that. What kind of reputation would that give me if I sat around here and moped? Wait. Who is going to give me a reputation? The only reputation I have right now is the expensive girl who finally got caught by Beckett. That is not really what I was hoping for. But at least I am expensive. That part makes me feel good.

Now that I am stuck here in this god forsaken brig I might as well do some thinking. I thought Sam was my friend and why would he…

My thoughts were stopped by loud boots coming down the stairs to this brig. I glanced up from the corner I was sitting in to find Beckett along with a group of well-built men. One of them men was carrying a whip and another was carrying a stick of some sort. And so what were they planning on doing with this stick and whip? Hopefully not beating me and whipping me.

Well I guess I was wrong because I was pulled out of the brig and brought into an open area. My hands were tied to two poles on either side of me. Beckett had my shirt ripped in the back. My bra strap was un-done and the ends of my shirt were tied in my back, so that nothing could be seen. The man with the whip moved closer to me. He raised his arm and swung the whip around and slapped it onto my back. He kept the whip there for a while, and then slid it down my back. Holy Crap!! OUCH! That hurts. How much more are they going to whip me? I don't know how I took that. The whip was raised again, and slapped onto my back yet once again. My back was slapped with the whip at least twenty times. My arms were released from the ropes they were tied with and I fell forward on my face.

Beckett started laughing. It was one of his evil laughs. He just left after that. He demanded that the others join him too. I was left here. Left here in pain, was me. I couldn't move at all. My back was in too much pain. The sting, it was unbelievable. I can't explain it. I couldn't move my back, I couldn't move from this position. All I could do was to sit here and whimper. No. I couldn't let anyone here me whimper. But there was no one here. So I guess it was okay. But I don't whimper. It's not me. But it was all I could conjure now. It was all I could think to do.

I wanted to roll over; my breasts were starting to hurt. But I couldn't. It would only hurt my back more. The sting was getting worse. The blood from the whip marks on my upper back was dripping down to the ones on my lower back. It caused the stings on the lower back to give me more pain. It hurt. It hurt too much. I wanted it to all go away. I wanted to go back in time, and change the fact that I had ever run away from Beckett. If I hadn't run away I wouldn't have been whipped like this, and I wouldn't be in all this pain. I wouldn't be lying on this cold hard floor in deep pain. I would be in a nice cool house, most probably following all Beckett's orders or being shackled to the bed. Hey, at least it was better than laying here in pain, with a stinging back from being whipped. I am so glad they didn't whack me with that stick. Well I thought too soon. The man with the stick and Beckett were back.

The stick was raised above the man's head and thrown onto my back. OVER the whip lashings.

"OWWWWWWWWW!" I screamed in pain.

That hurt like hell. Sorry mind my language. No it was worse than that. Bad idea to hit someone with a stick over whip lashings. Was it really that bad that I had run away from Beckett? Or was there another reason that he was not telling me about? Was there something else that I had done that I should know about? I really truly hope not. Both the men walked away in a fit of evil laughter. OK. So they find pleasure in seeing me in pain? What kind of people are these? I mean I knew Beckett was mean, but I didn't think he would laugh like this because I was in pain. Did he really hate me that much? Was this all because of my mother? No. Don't think about her Bryn. It will only cause you to be in more pain and give you memories that will only stress you out and hurt you more. Bad Bryn. If I could have slapped myself then and there I would have. But I was in a position that was not letting me do that. OW! My back hurts! I want to cry. I want my mommy. Ack! No. Not Brynish. Bryn would never say that. But… I… I do. Sniff. Sniff.

OK. I needed to get up from here somehow. Not sure exactly how yet. But I will figure it out. If I can't move my back, well then I guess I just have to slide across the floor. No that is stupid. Firstly that would never work. And secondly it would probably hurt my chest and then I would try and roll onto my back. And that would not work. So I need a new idea.

This is ridiculous. How could they just leave me here? I couldn't look up to see if anyone was around either, because that would require arching my back. And well think about it. That would only put more pain in my back than there already is. The only thing that I could really think of would be to scream. But remember here, I am Bryn Knox. And Bryn Knox doesn't cry or scream for help. Oh forget who Bryn Knox is.

"Help! OW. I need help! I am in pain over here!" I screamed and started whimpering.

I laid there quietly in hope that I would be able to hear someone's footsteps coming along. Nope. No one is coming to help me. No one cares about me. Sniff. Sniff. I want someone to wrap my back in something, and maybe soak up all the blood so that it doesn't keep dripping down my back causing it to sting more. The more I thought about the sting, the more it stung. And there was nothing I could do about it. All I could do was to stay here, whimper and whine about the sting on my back.

I was getting hungry. I was getting thirsty. I haven't eaten or drunk anything in like forever. My throat was feeling very dry, my stomach was growling. I needed something in my body. Anything. And no. Not saltwater. That would only have made me thirstier than I already am. Anything at all. A little piece of bread. A sip of water. I needed to quench my thirst. I needed to fill my stomach. I started to shake. When I don't eat I get a bad case of the shakes. My mother told me that if I didn't get food within 45 minutes of the start of the shake I could pass out. I didn't want to pass out. But there was no one here. No one to come and give me some food. That would stop me from shaking, or rather passing out. The last time I passed out was when I drank too much rum. I don't even remember drinking it. And it didn't taste that bad. Something must have been in it. Oh. Rum. Mmmmm. Sounds good right now. Yes I know, it tastes horrible, but if it was going to quench my thirst, then bring it on! Bring on the rum!

Now see, that seemed like a good idea at the time, but where was I going to get rum from? I was lying in pain on the cold cobblestone, with whip lashings on my back, how am I getting rum? Clearly I needed a better plan than this. It is kind of impossible to come up with a plan while you are lying on the floor… OW. In pain. OK. Well I think when I think it hurts my back. Hah? How does that work? This is rather strange. I guess I was in so much pain that even just thinking about a way to get rid of the pain put me in pain. I needed help. I needed someone to come and rid me of this horrid pain. And there was no one here. I could try screaming again. I don't know how well that will work, but hey. It is always an option.

"Help! Please! Anybody!" I screamed.

I laid there quietly trying to listen for anyone coming. I set my ears on the cobblestone in case the vibration of the ground could tell me anything.

Not a sound. It was so quiet. I could hear the waves crashing up on the rocks. Oh how I wanted to be out there now. On the ocean. The deep blue ocean. How I wanted to get on a ship again. I wanted to set sail. I wanted to feel the cool breeze of the sea in my face. The cool breeze flowing through my hair. I remembered that day I almost fell off the ship to feel the breeze. Well before I almost fell off the ship, the breeze felt good. The wind in my face. I missed that. I missed just being out on the sea. And I knew that at this moment there was nothing that I could do about that. Nothing at all.

I sighed and positioned my face, to face the house not the sea. The sea would only make me depressed and probably somehow cause my back to sting. Curse you whip person! Whoever that piece of crap was will die. I didn't know how yet. But he will. Because of the pain he caused me. The pain he put me through, the thoughts I thought are all because of him.

"No! CURSE YOU WHIP MAN! CURSE YOU BECKETT!" I shouted.

I would have sworn. But I am a good girl all the way. Haha. Just kidding. I just didn't want Beckett to get madder at me for calling him an asshole or something. Well I did call him an arrogant bastard. I could have said that. But I already said that. I needed to come up with a new comeback. I wanted to shout out the "F word" but that would probably get me into a lot more trouble than I was already in. I didn't need any more whippings. I didn't need any more hitting of that no good piece of wood. And I certainly didn't need any more of Cutler Beckett. I mean seriously who names their child Cutler. What kind of name is Cutler? Haha. He is a loser. And has a loser name. Maybe I will make fun of him for it later. He does deserve it. Man, a lot of people deserve things lately. Well they screwed up my life, so of course they deserve it.

And now my life is completely screwed up. I lost two of my best friends in the same day. That is really depressing. Jack and Sam. Now, I am wondering if Sam really wanted to be my friend back there or if he really was only using me to get that money. But he was my friend before. He shouldn't have been like that. Well that was something that I needed to find out. I wasn't sure how but I would. I would find that out as well as what the hell everyone sees in Elizabeth. She is ugly man. OK. Maybe not that ugly. But she is a whore, and she is mean too. I don't see what I ever did to her. It better not be because of the respect that I didn't give her before. She should have gotten over that by now. I mean really, we were little kids then. Little kids are always acting stupid and not respecting people. That's just the way they are.

My thoughts were stopped by steps on the cobblestone. Someone had come to save me! Yes! Thank you!

I glanced up and saw a young person. This person had dark brown hair but I couldn't see the eyes because of the hat that was covering the face. The person was in the same sort of pirate clothes that I was the same kind of boots and belt. My clothes were tomboyish, so this could also be a man. I had no idea who it was. The person knelt down and lifted up their hat.

"Remember me?" The person said in a soft calm voice.

Oh my gosh. I remember this person. One of my good friends from when I was 5. I was meeting a lot of my old friends lately. Strange. I wonder why. Oh well.

I can't believe it. It was really…

Haha. Cliffhanger. I am going to keep doing this. Just because I think it is rather fun.

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