Disclaimer: Scarlett and other such people are mine, everybody else is one of Disney's many bastard children, lol.

The Debt To Be Repaid
Chapter Eleven

Scarlett made to climb atop him, but he quickly flipped her over and pressed her against the bed, claiming her lips once more as he positioned himself above her. "Virgins are never on top," he told her, once he pulled his mouth away from hers. He guided her arms to his neck, so that she clasped her hands at the base of his neck while simultaneously gripping his waist with her legs. And she said she'd never done this before...

He leaned into her chest, grasping his member with one hand and holding it over her opening. He told her to prepare herself for the pain, and for a moment she didn't look as though she understood. But it became clear when he gently pushed inside her, eliciting a small gasp from her parted lips. She pushed her body against his, nearly crushing his chest with the intensity of her embrace, and he slid his hands up her back until his fingertips came to rest on her shoulder blades.

At first his thrusts were gentle, with no rhythm to speak of; he would linger inside her for a moment, watching her chest rise and fall as her heart beat faster and her breath came in short, huffing little pants. Then he would pull out, but only slightly, so that he wasn't so deeply embedded in her. This pattern continued for a time, each thrust earning him a slight moan or groan or sigh or gasp of pleasure.

He tried to read her eyes, but they remained closed for a great amount of the time. Her mouth was the most expressive feature on her face during this period; he could sense what she felt judging by the state of her lips. If they were parted she was feeling pleasure, if they were sealed she was experiencing pain.

After a time she spoke, requesting that he thrust into her faster or harder, and she began to kiss and bite him fervently as their bodies slowly fell into sync with one another, so that her hips ground against his with each thrust. The bed began to rock, and both of them could hear the headboard hitting the wall, and see the curtains on the posters shake, and notice the blanket that fell to the floor. But they didn't stop, or they couldn't stop, or they wouldn't stop, and there was a moment when Barbossa feared that one of his crew members would arrive to investigate the noise.

But no one did, and so they were both able to climax in peace. And he believed that he truly did climax, for what felt like the first time in a long time, for he had never seemed so physically exhausted. He practically collapsed on top of her, too tired to even remove his member from her soft quim, and he could see her shuddering with the last echoes of pleasure beneath him. Neither of them spoke, but she slowly wrapped her arms around him once more, embracing him tightly, as if afraid to let him go and risk losing him when he had given her something so special. A part of him wanted to hold her in return, and yet another part of him couldn't bring himself to do so. He just trapped her beneath him, and did not release her until she had fallen into a silent sleep.

Even then she was reluctant to relinquish her grip, so that he had to remove each arm carefully and set it down on the bed gently. He took the blanket from the floor and used it to cover her naked body, at which point he glimpsed the blood that had leaked from her. He was momentarily shocked; he had almost forgotten that this was an unfortunate side effect of the deflorization process, the bleeding. But he remembered himself quickly, and proceeded to drape the chemise and dress over the chair at his desk.

He put on his clothes, and it wasn't until he'd buttoned up his vest that she stirred slightly in her sleep. He looked over at her, to be sure that she wouldn't wake, and when he was assured of her unconscious state, he continued to dress himself. He finally placed his hat atop his head and opened the door to his bedroom, only to be greeted by Jack the monkey, who seemed mildly hesitant to jump up on his master's shoulder, as if the small primate somehow knew what Barbossa had done.

But it passed quickly, and Barbossa stroked Jack's face with his finger as he steeled himself to face his crew.

Relations between the Captain and his captive were even more strained and strange than they had been previously when she emerged from his cabin that evening. They would stand together for a time, saying nothing, and sometimes she would tentatively touch him, reach out a hand to hold his or lean her head on his arm. And sometimes, quite suddenly, she would let out a noise of anguish and kick him or slap him and then storm off. He would merely continue to stand where he was and take the abuse; he understood what a myriad of thoughts must be rushing through her mind, and in her delicate state he did not wish to disturb her.

But others saw fit to intervene, namely Ragetti, who had been unofficially watching over her since the day she'd arrived. He hadn't trusted Barbossa to be alone with the girl, and judging by her actions, his suspicions had been entirely correct. During one of her angry moments, he took her aside and attempted to calm her down, saying, "All righ', wha's wrong?"

"I hate him," she said to Ragetti. "I hate him with all my heart." He opened his mouth to say something in reply, but she surprised him by continuing to speak. "And yet part of me can't stand to be away from him for more than a moment." As if to illustrate her point, she stared longingly back at Barbossa, who had shifted position slightly since she'd last run off, but refused to look in her direction.

Ragetti, though lacking in any formal education, was not an unintelligent man, especially when it came to matters of the heart. He saw the way she looked at Barbossa, with all the emotions known to humanity dancing in her eyes, and knew that she was too far gone to be saved. He sighed, resigning himself to her fate. "Ye went ta bed wif' 'im, didn' ye?" he asked her.

She turned an almost venomous glare on him, distracted from her beloved Captain by the insolence of one of his crew. "I don't know how you came by that information," she said, her tone of voice carrying in it a slight warning, "but if I hear mention of it again, I will personally slice your balls off while you sleep."

The threat was a serious one, and this girl, who seemed at least five heads shorter than he, could not have had a more serious expression on her face, and their was no doubt in his mind that she was willingly neuter any one of them. So he swallowed nervously and nodded solemnly, saying in a frightened tone of voice, "Yes, Miss Scarlett."

There was a moment when the expression on her face was triumphant and satisfied, but the next moment panic seemed to dominate her face. "Oh, good lord, what have I done?" she said. "Ragetti, I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I'm just so..." She sighed, seemingly unable to find the proper words.

"Confused?" he offered.

"Exactly. I don't know what I'm feeling. I want to be near him one moment, then I want to push him off the edge of the ship the next. I think of Charles and feel ashamed, and then I remind myself that I don't know if he's even still alive and I feel so elated again. I'm angry at myself for enjoying what he did to me, I'm angry at him for doing it in the first place, and then I wish with all my heart that he would do it again. I don't know what I'm supposed to think or feel or do or anything."

He shrugged. "I's no' really a ma'er of supposed to," he told her. "Jus' listen to yer 'ear'." He gently patted her chest, careful to not come in contact with her breast. "I's go' good advice for ye, if ye listen to i'." He smiled warmly at her.

She returned his smile in full, with just a hint of gratefulness tugging at the corner of her lips. "Thank you, Ragetti." And then she suddenly embraced him.

However, she chose the worst possible moment to do this, for just as he wrapped his arms around her to return the embrace, Barbossa turned around to face them. There was a moment when Ragetti locked eyes with his Captain, but he did not look away or release Scarlett from his grasp. For the first time since he'd signed on as part of the Black Pearl's crew, he did not fear Barbossa's intense gaze; he had won Scarlett's friendship, and though the young girl may have not realized it, she had Hector Barbossa wrapped around her finger. Whatever she wanted, he would do it for her, without question or protest. Ragetti knew that he was untouchable.

Barbossa seemed to sense it as well, but it did not stop him from trying to intimidate his supposed competition as much as possible. He came up to them and stood directly behind Scarlett, so that he could stare Ragetti in the eyes. But the scrawny pirate still did not back down, even when Jack the monkey unleashed a shrill screech meant to strike fear into the hearts of men. It usually did, but this time the only effect it had was on Scarlett, who turned around immediately with a look of panic on her face. Barbossa's expression seemed to make her nervous, for she pulled away from Ragetti as quickly as she could and stood by herself, staring down at the wooden planks of the deck.

There were a few moments of tense silence. And then...Barbossa slapped Ragetti as hard as he could.

The entire crew paused at the sound of flesh smacking against flesh, and the sharp snap rang out in the sudden and eerie silence that had fallen over everyone and everything. The only noise that could be heard was Jack's shrill, perverse laughter as he hopped up and down on his master's shoulder. Scarlett stared in shock at the Captain, then looked between him and Ragetti once or twice. Though he had not felt the pain, the force of the assault had caused him to stumble back a few paces. He, too, stared wide-eyed in shock at Barbossa, who smiled triumphantly at the red mark his palm had left on Ragetti's cheek.

But Ragetti would have his revenge, as he proved by suddenly pouncing on the Captain, knocking the older man onto the deck. The two of them began to wrestle, taking turns pinning one another to the deck, though neither of them saw this situation as a game. Jack scurried away, scampering up the mainmast so that he might watch the fight from a safe distance above. And it was a smart move, it turned out, because there could be heard various noises of punching and kicking and scratching and perhaps...biting?

Well, it mattered not what they were doing, only that it ended. When the opportunity arose, Scarlett reached down and seized Barbossa's pistol, shortly thereafter raising it above her head and firing it. The sound of the gunshot distracted everyone from the scuffle, including its participants. "I will not have you fight over me," she said to them, with such ferocity in her voice and on her face that neither of them had ever heard nor seen before. "And that goes for the rest of you!" she cried to the rest of the crew. "I will be no man's whore! Do you hear me?"

And with that she threw the pistol down and stormed off, retreating to the sanctity of the Captain's quarters with her skirts billowing angrily.

I bet you all thought I'd died, hadn't you, lol? Well, fear not, it is but writer's block. And judging by how much I've written just this evening, it appears to be clearing up. Hopefully it'll stay gone. The blood is the life, Lady Sikerra.