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The next few days passed much like the first one. Every morning, the prisoners (excluding Pirate KK) were fed a breakfast of quarter of an orange and then herded up to work. They scrubbed, tied knots, were forced to perform, threw fellow crewmen and women overboard and whatever else pleased Roberts.

There were floggings daily, as well as deaths. The workers were fed stale bread and some fresh water for lunch and then repeated their morning. When the sun set, they were herded back below deck were they were fed mulch, which most of them couldn't keep down.

Pirate KK remained with Marty. She was forced to remain at his heel wherever he went. If he had Crow's Nest duty, she had to come along, too. If he went out on deck, she had to follow. If he did not wish for her to come along, there had to be another pirate to guard her in his cabin. That's what happened most of the time, and KK quickly became accustomed with standing or sitting in the 'slave corner', as Marty called it.

Then Marty would always come back, and he'd tackle her down onto the bed and become aggressive, which she loved. He even let her be on top twice. She enjoyed that.

But, all things, good and bad, must come to end. This was true, for, five days after the Tarantula was captured, half the survivors had died. This is when the pirate in the Nest called down to his fellow crewmen.

"Land ahoy!"

This caused a buzz on deck. Pirates from both crews scampered to the bow to see if they could see it, too. And they could. It was just a tiny speck in the distance, but they knew it was land, and everyone cheered. The Tarantula pirates were eager to get off the hellhole of a ship, and the Revenge pirates were always glad to see land. It meant less prisoners and more money.

Roberts heard the commotion and stormed out of his cabin. He had heard the call of "land ahoy", but they wouldn't be there for another few hours. He pushed his way to the middle of the group of pirates and everyone cowered back.

"Back to work!" he barked. No pirate dared hesitate. The deck was soon quiet again, with the prisoners scrubbing and keeping their gaze low. Satisfied, Roberts stalked back to his cabin to rest up for the long journey ahead of them.

Marty and Kensi had also heard the call, and Kensi had looked at Marty with worry in her eyes. He had assured her that it'd be okay. She'd seemed to accept that and laid her head in his lap and he'd proceeded to tell her a story that his mother used to tell him.

It went something like that a beautiful princess, Princess Olivia had been kidnapped by fierce, evil dragons, and the brave knight Marty had gone to rescue her. He'd courageously fought the dragons and rescued the princess and they'd lived happily ever after.

Kensi had giggled and said that it was cheesy and Marty given her a disapproving look and played the Slave Master card on her. She'd said that she liked cheesy stuff and he smiled and kissed her. He then got a thoughtful look across his face and furrowed his brow.

"What's wrong?" Kensi asked. Marty gently eased her up.

"I, uh, just remembered something I have to check," he answered, giving her a gentle nudge in the direction of the Slave Corner. She knew the drill, and obeyed without protest. Pirate Rick came in and she lowered her eyes to the floor. Marty left and she was left alone with Pirate Rick in silence.

Pirate KK hooked her leg around the wooden stool in the corner and pulled it over so she could sit down on it. Unfortunately for her, Pirate Rick had other ideas. He moved forward and intercepted, kicking it away from her. She watched it tumble across the floor until it stopped beside Pirate Marty's bed and then raised her eyes to the guard.

He just shrugged like it was nothing. But his eyes told a different story, one of him exercising his current superiority over her. She couldn't leave the corner to get the stool, and she most certainly could not attack him, so she had no choice but to stand.

It wasn't like she didn't mind standing, she was okay with that bit. It was the fact that she was being treated as less that bugged her. Yet, she was able to keep her cool until Marty returned. Pirate Rick left as soon as he returned and Kensi started to emerge when the door closed, but Marty held up a hand to stop her.

"Just…wait there a bit longer," he requested. Kensi let her eyes drop to the stool and he gladly carried it over for her. Kensi very willingly sat in the corner a few minutes longer and listened to Marty rummaging through some things and tracing things and whatever else he was doing.

He soon gave her permission to come out, which she did. Marty instantly recognised the annoyance in her eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked, stepping forward and placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Just the way that other pirate treated me," she muttered, avoiding eye contact. "It's no big deal."

"No! It is!" Marty insisted. "What happened, exactly?"

"The guard kicked the stool away and made me stand," Kensi explained, still not looking at him directly. "I mean, I don't mind standing up, it's just-"

"You don't like people treating you as lesser than they are," Marty finished for her, and she nodded. Marty placed his other hand on her other shoulder and thought what to do next. Kensi was still staring at his shoes, so he figured a bit of a self-esteem boost would be good at that moment.

"Wanna switch roles for a while?" he offered. Her head shot up. "You can be the master, or mistress in this case, and I'll be the slave."

A slow smile spread across Kensi's face. She liked that idea. Marty smiled, too, when he saw her smiling.

"On your knees."

A few hours later, the horn sounded to prepare the rowboats. Marty and Kensi were completely naked on his bed, with Kensi still on top. The main part was over, and she was just resting her head on his chest.

"Okay, Kens," Marty broke in. "Time to get dressed. We're going ashore soon."

Kensi wasted no time in slipping back into her clothes and Marty sat her down on the edge of the bed after he'd gotten dressed, too.

"Now, we don't have much time. Which of your crew mates do you want me to save?" Marty asked. Kensi looked at him as if she couldn't believe what he was offering.

"Y-You're going to save my crew?" she asked, wanting confirmation.

"Yes," Marty confirmed. "But I can only save a handful. Which ones do you most want me to save? Names and physical description."

"Pirate G," Kensi started answering immediately. "White, very thin layer of hair, blue eyes. He's one of the pirates who got whipped with Nine Tails. Pirate Sam, black, bald and muscular, also whipped with Nine Tails. Pirate Nell, red head who you threatened on the first day. Pirate Dom, black, small."

"Is that all?" Marty asked, making a mental note of each of the descriptions. Kensi nodded, and Marty pulled her up. "Okay. Let's go."

The deck was bustling with pirates. The prisoners were being shackled and forced into boats to go ashore. Kensi scanned the crowd, but it was cut short by Marty handing her over to a different pirate.

"Just behave until we get to shore and I get you back," Pirate Marty pleaded and Pirate KK nodded. He disappeared and she was shackled up and loaded onto one of the rowboats. She was noticeably healthier and stronger than the rest of her crew mates.

The row to the shore was agonisingly long. The Revenge pirates were so happy to see land that they laughed and talked the whole way. The Tarantula pirates stayed silent and kept their eyes down.

Pirate KK thought about what her fellow crew had gone through, and internally beat herself up for forgetting about them the whole time she'd been with Pirate Marty. She'd been a selfish fool to forget about them. She'd been weak to fall for his charm so much that she'd cast aside any thought of her friends.

She chomped down on her lip to stop any feelings that might want to show themselves outwardly. She wondered how she was going to apologise, if she could apologise. She wondered if her friends had thought about her. She shook the thoughts away, not wanting to confront it.

They reached the shore and all the survivors were hauled off the boats and onto the rocky beach. Once all the Tarantula pirates were on land, they were lined up in four rows and forced to march. Revenge pirates surrounded them, with Roberts at the front.

The group trudged silently onward, to whatever fate was awaiting them.