A/N: PROCEED WITH CAUTION! For those of you that haven't noticed, the rating for my story had gone up from Pg-13 to R. That is because there are some things in the following chapter that are not suitable for a Pg-13 story. I ask all of you to be forewarned and proceed with caution!!! This is now an R rated story!!! On with the show! It's rated R for Language and sexuality. If you're not comfortable with that, stop reading!
Jack searched his mind for words to describe how he felt around Lillian. He could find none... except...
"I felt like I was truly where I belonged..."
"Where did they go Bill?" said Lillian.
"Port Royal, but why-"
"Thanks Bill!" she screamed, speeding of to the other side of the dock. She needed to find someone who was going to Port Royal. She had to find Jack, and there was nothing in the world that could have stopped her.
Ok... thought Lillian. I have to think fast. There's got to be a way to get to Port Royal. I can't believe Duncan would do something like this! I have to tell Jack I didn't leave! I have to tell him everything! I have to... I have to tell him I love him...
It was a strange feeling. She was scared out of her mind about telling Jack how she felt. Surely he didn't feel the same way about her. But she was even more afraid about what would happen if she didn't tell him. She might just lose what was left of her sanity.
Lillian wandered aimlessly through the streets of Tortuga, hoping, praying, that an idea would occur to her. But nothing came. She couldn't think of a way to get to Port Royal. Most people in this situation would figure to ask some pirate for a ride. But then again, most of the people on this god forsaken rock were dumber than sacks of wine. No, Lillian knew better than to wander around through Tortuga, asking pirate men for rides to Port Royal. Doing that would be the same thing as inviting them to kidnap and rape her immediately.
After a while, Lillian was starting to get desperate. She looked through the streets, as if waiting for an idea to come around a corner and present itself to her. She began listening to every little conversation that she came across, hoping that something someone said would spark some kind of inspiration, some clue as to how to get to Jack. A few minutes later, she struck gold...
"-have to do this quick, Sellick! Captain Emerson migh' already suspect us of mutiny and-"
"Who're we kiddin' mate? Emerson will send us all down to Davey Jone's Locker if we even try any'thin funny! The only people who can get rid of Emerson would be Captain Jack Sparrow and-"
"I know mate, I know, Captain Lillian Tremaine, but come on! What're the chances 'at they'd help us!?"
Lillian smiled to herself, and walked around the corner when she heard her cue.
"Need some help boys?"
The two men started, dumbstruck. The first man looked rather young. Mid thirties it would seem. He had a few missing teeth, and some that looked so rotten that they would fall off at any given moment. The other man looked older. He had dark skin and scars that covered nearly every inch of his face. A large, diagonal gash swept across his eyelid, which explained why he only had one eye open. The two appeared as if they had been slapped in the face. The younger man kept looking at Lillian up and down, while the older one kept blinking repeatedly, as if trying to make sure she was really there. Neither of them seemed to be able to speak, so Lillian decided to speak for them.
"So..." she said, a grin coming over her soft features. "You two are plannin' mutiny are you? Not right with the code, mutiny..." she was speaking to them with the air of a teacher explaining right from wrong to a pair of schoolboys. She laughed a little. "However, you two seem to think that Jack and I are the only ones who can 'deal' with your Captain... Emerson was it?" she said, pretending to have never heard of the name. But oh she had... he was the worst kind of man there was, and that's saying something...
"Ye knows Captain Jack Sparrow?" asked the younger man, gazing at Lillian in awe. "'Es a legend, he is!"
"Yes, yes I know Jack Sparrow. Now, you two seem to want to get rid of your Captain. Do the others in your crew feel the same way?"
"AYE!" said a chorus of voices. Lillian jumped slightly, squinting in the general direction of the chorus. She had not gotten accustomed to the darkness of the area, and could only roughly see the two men in front of her. There was no way she could have known a crew of fifteen men was all sitting right next to them.
"Well well well... this seems to be one hell of a mutiny you're plannin' if you've got the entire crew in on it..."
"Emerson's a bastard!" exclaimed someone from the back.
"Ok, I get the idea..." said Lillian. She looked at the two men standing in front of her. This just might be her chance to get to Port Royal. "You two. What're your names?"
"I'm Sellick," said the younger man with the missing teeth, "an' this is our Firs' mate, Wickham."
"Well, Sellick? Wickham? I think I might just be able to help you."
"An' whots in it fer you?" asked another man from the back.
"What? You think I can't do something out of the goodness of my heart?" asked Lillian in a tone of mock sorrow and hurt.
"Come on lady, yer a bloody pirate! What d'ye wants in return?" said Sellick, grinning his nearly toothless, rotten smile.
Lillian considered them for a moment. She was about to agree to kill Captain Emerson, the royal prick of the Spanish Main. It was no doubt a dangerous mission. Suicidal if it wasn't played right... However, it was the one thing standing in between her, and Jack Sparrow... A grin swept over her face...
"I'll kill your wretched Captain, if you take me to Port Royal..."
I hate these bloody things! Lillian thought angrily. She hadn't worn a corset in the longest time. She felt as if one of her breasts would explode under the pressure of the bodice. As time went on, it was becoming difficult to breathe. Wickham had hired a whore for the night, and as soon as all her clothes had come off, Lillian snuck into the room, as they had planed, and nicked the clothes. Poor whore was going to have to walk home naked...
Oh who cares! As long as this plan works...
"Bloody hell woman! 'Ow long can it take t'put one o' those bloody things on!?" said Sellick, calling at her from the other side of the changing wall. Lillian was already thoroughly annoyed at him.
"How long does it take you to get a whore out of one Sellick?!" retorted Lillian. The men laughed, and Sellick looked down in embarrassment. Finally, after she had gotten the corset on, she easily pulled on the dress. Well, relatively easily, if you compared putting on the dress to putting on the corset... And when Lilliam stepped out from behind the wall and the men gasped. Sure, it wasn't the most beautiful dress around, but Lillian Tremaine's beauty could make a pair of dirty rags look suitable for a Royal Ball.
"Ok, let's just get this over with..." she said, trying to get the men to focus. "Sellick, Wickham, you two are going to present me to your captain as a whore." She said, inwardly shuddering at the thought. "You will leave us alone in the room, and I will take care of the rest. Do not under any circumstances come inside the room until I come out. And Wickham, once Emerson is dead, you will become Captain... is that clear?"
A few murmurs of "yes" and some grunts came from the crew.
"Alright then. Let's get going, we haven't got much time..."
Captain Emerson was lying down on his bed, chugging away at a bottle of rum, when he heard a knock on his door. He was a man who cared for no one but himself. Women were playthings, and once he was done with them, they would be thrown aside, literally, to make room for another one. His crew meant nothing to him. They were slaves to him. People with no lives of their own, put on this earth to tend to his every whim, wait on him hand and foot. On his ship, he was the king, and he could rape, beat, kill, order, and drink as he pleased.
He was a tall man with rather broad shoulders. One look at him made you think that if you did something wrong, he would hit you and knock you unconscious. Sadly, that was pretty much what happened if anyone did something wrong on his ship. He was the brown haired, brown eyed, royal prick of the Spanish Main. And now, he had to answer the door, a task which to someone as self-centered and lazy as Captain Emerson, seemed unthinkable. He wasn't going to open the door. Not without knowing who had been stupid enough to knock...
"Who th'fuck is it?!" came the drunken cry.
"Wickham and Sellick sir! We've got a whore fer ye!" said Wickham. Captain Emerson was no longer angry. He now had a whore to play with. He hoped this one would last longer than the other two whores. I fucked those two so 'ard they were bleedin' when I dumped them from me ship he thought proudly. He took another swig of rum and got up to walk to the door. Little did he know that by opening he had just sealed his fate.
Wickham and Sellick were standing on either side of Lillian, each holding her by one arm. As to not make anything seem suspicious, they thrust Lillian into Captain Emerson. He grabbed Lillian by the arm and flung her into the room, slamming the door in Wickham and Sellick's face.
"Get up ye filthy wench!" roared the voice of a drunken Emerson. He walked over to Lillian and once again grasped her by the arm, pulling her up to her feet. With his other hand he grabbed her around the waist, closing all space between their bodies. "Yer a pretty one aren't yeh?" he said. Lillian could feel his erection through the fibers of her dress. Emerson seized this chance and grabbed Lillian's backside with both hands, thrusting her onto him. Lillian had never felt more violated. Her anger was bubbling up inside her. She felt like ripping his throat open and spilling his blood out to sea, the disgusting bastard. But she had to keep her cool. She had to play along if this was going to work. She had to... If she ever wanted to see Jack again. Forcing her face into a mischievous smile, she looked up at Captain Emerson
"How about we move onto the bed Captain?" she asked coyly. Emerson tightened his grip on Lillian's backside, tight enough to make her wince. He grinned, and let her go.
"Sit on th'bed, bitch..." he ordered. This was just what Lillian was waiting for. Lillian sat on the bed, facing him.
"Shall I strip for you Captain?" she asked coyly, determined to make this plan work.
"Fine then, I don' 'ave to bother with the fuckin' laces 'at way..."
Lillian smiled, and began undoing the dress, she slipped the upper part off down to her waist, as she was still sitting down. She began to undo the laces of her corset, feeling around for the knife she had hidden in the folds of her bodice. She kept going lower. She couldn't find the knife. She was approaching her lower back, undoing the last laces in the corset. Finally, she reached the final lace, and undid it.
The knife is gone!
Lillian faltered. How was she going to kill Emerson now!? She needed to think. She quickly pretended to be undoing the laces, when really she was doing them up again. She was almost halfway done when she decided to stop. She needed time to think. She had to buy some time...
"Captain?"
He grunted.
"May I have some rum?"
Emerson looked at her. He never usually gave rum to whores. But he decided if he got her drunk, he might be able to get her to do anything. He handed her the cylindrical bottle.
"Thank you..."
Lillian took a small swig and cringed. It tasted horrible! Rum usually wasn't so bad a drink. In her disgust, she dropped the bottle on the floor, causing it to break.
"That was fine rum that was! Y'just broke me finest rum you fuckin' slut!" he said. Emerson grabbed Lillian by the hand, and, with the force of his pull, caused her to fall on the floor. Her head collided with the hard wood of the floor, sending spots in front of her eyes momentarily. She looked to her left. There, lying next to her, was the largest piece of the broken bottle. It looked like a bottle with shards of glass instead of a bottom. She grabbed it quickly, and immediately felt herself being pulled up by her hair to a standing position. With an almighty wrench, Emerson ripped at the laces of Lillian's corset, opening it, exposing Lillian's breasts. He smiled in glee. With one hand holding her hair and the other holding her waist, he felt she couldn't escape.
He lowered his mouth to her breast and bit harshly onto it. Lillian screamed in pain. She wasn't going to let him do this. But he was too strong. She couldn't fight him off. He continued to ravage her, his hand pulling on the hair from her head, holding her still. She continued to cry out until tears threatened to come out of her eyes. But soon she realized, crying out was a mistake. He stopped assaulting her breast and stood up to look her in the eye. They stood in silence for a few seconds, which may have stretched out to eternity, in which Emerson just stared at her, his look unreadable. But then, he smiled. The worst smile Lillian had ever seen.
"Who th'fuck told ye to speak wench!?" he roared, raising his hand and smacking Lillian hard across the face. She could taste blood in her mouth, and a small sob escaped her throat. He laughed. Lillian fought hard to keep the tears from falling down her face. Her anger was at the breaking point. She turned to face him, and smiled.
This was not what Emerson was expecting. He was expecting fear, tears, more crying out. The fact that she had the nerve to smile at him like that angered him even further.
"No one told me to speak Captain..." she said, "But no one said you could touch me either..."
In the blink of an eye, Lillian plunged the broken bottle deep into Captain Emerson's stomach. He gasped. He made a move as if to strike her, but Lillian pushed the bottle deeper, feeling the steady flow of his blood run over her hands. She watched, with disgust, as a small trickle of blood trailed out of his mouth. He tried to strike her again, but she pushed the bottle so far in, that her hands were touching his abdomen. She let go, watching as he crumpled onto the floor, blood forming a steadily growing puddle around him.
The job was done.
Lillian picked the remains of the corset. There was no way she could put it on. She threw it aside, and decided to just put the dress on. Her breast was bleeding slightly. Lillian slipped the top portion of the dress back on, all the while stifling a threatening sob. But she couldn't hold it back. She sat down on Emerson's bed, and cried.
She felt so violated. Jack would never have treated a woman like that. Never. Drying her tears, she stood up gingerly and walked out the door onto the deck.
"W-wickham!" she called, trying to steady her trembling voice.
"Aye?!" said a voice from the helm.
"I've...I've finished!"
"Is he really dead!?" called Sellick, trying hard to contain his glee.
"Yes..." she said softly. Too softly apparently...
"Oi! Is 'e dead!?" called Sellick's voice once more.
"Y-yes!" she said, her voice shaking uncontrollably. Thankfully, no one noticed the fear in her voice. An almighty roar came from the crowd standing at the helm.
"'Es dead!"
"Finally!"
"Serves him righ', the bloody prick!"
"GENTLEMEN!"
The noise died down, and all heads turned to Lillian.
"You all know what I asked you for..." she said, her voice shaking slightly. "I request that we leave for Port Royal at once!"
Wickham looked at her, and smiled. "Aye lady! As ye please! Now listen up ye bloody scallywags! I'm Captain now! And I promise I'll be better'n that sack of wine Emerson! Now! ALL SAILS TO PORT ROYAL, MOVE IT, MOVE IT, MOVE IT!!!"
The men scurried, readying the ship to set sail to Port Royal. As the ship began to move, Lillian stared out into the horizon, a tear gliding silently down her cheek.
Well there you have it! Lillian is well on her way to Port Royal! I'm rather happy with the number of reviews I got! I posted within the week of my tenth review for the last chapter! See! I kept my promise didn't I?
Anywho, onto my lovely reviewers:
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Jack searched his mind for words to describe how he felt around Lillian. He could find none... except...
"I felt like I was truly where I belonged..."
"Where did they go Bill?" said Lillian.
"Port Royal, but why-"
"Thanks Bill!" she screamed, speeding of to the other side of the dock. She needed to find someone who was going to Port Royal. She had to find Jack, and there was nothing in the world that could have stopped her.
Ok... thought Lillian. I have to think fast. There's got to be a way to get to Port Royal. I can't believe Duncan would do something like this! I have to tell Jack I didn't leave! I have to tell him everything! I have to... I have to tell him I love him...
It was a strange feeling. She was scared out of her mind about telling Jack how she felt. Surely he didn't feel the same way about her. But she was even more afraid about what would happen if she didn't tell him. She might just lose what was left of her sanity.
Lillian wandered aimlessly through the streets of Tortuga, hoping, praying, that an idea would occur to her. But nothing came. She couldn't think of a way to get to Port Royal. Most people in this situation would figure to ask some pirate for a ride. But then again, most of the people on this god forsaken rock were dumber than sacks of wine. No, Lillian knew better than to wander around through Tortuga, asking pirate men for rides to Port Royal. Doing that would be the same thing as inviting them to kidnap and rape her immediately.
After a while, Lillian was starting to get desperate. She looked through the streets, as if waiting for an idea to come around a corner and present itself to her. She began listening to every little conversation that she came across, hoping that something someone said would spark some kind of inspiration, some clue as to how to get to Jack. A few minutes later, she struck gold...
"-have to do this quick, Sellick! Captain Emerson migh' already suspect us of mutiny and-"
"Who're we kiddin' mate? Emerson will send us all down to Davey Jone's Locker if we even try any'thin funny! The only people who can get rid of Emerson would be Captain Jack Sparrow and-"
"I know mate, I know, Captain Lillian Tremaine, but come on! What're the chances 'at they'd help us!?"
Lillian smiled to herself, and walked around the corner when she heard her cue.
"Need some help boys?"
The two men started, dumbstruck. The first man looked rather young. Mid thirties it would seem. He had a few missing teeth, and some that looked so rotten that they would fall off at any given moment. The other man looked older. He had dark skin and scars that covered nearly every inch of his face. A large, diagonal gash swept across his eyelid, which explained why he only had one eye open. The two appeared as if they had been slapped in the face. The younger man kept looking at Lillian up and down, while the older one kept blinking repeatedly, as if trying to make sure she was really there. Neither of them seemed to be able to speak, so Lillian decided to speak for them.
"So..." she said, a grin coming over her soft features. "You two are plannin' mutiny are you? Not right with the code, mutiny..." she was speaking to them with the air of a teacher explaining right from wrong to a pair of schoolboys. She laughed a little. "However, you two seem to think that Jack and I are the only ones who can 'deal' with your Captain... Emerson was it?" she said, pretending to have never heard of the name. But oh she had... he was the worst kind of man there was, and that's saying something...
"Ye knows Captain Jack Sparrow?" asked the younger man, gazing at Lillian in awe. "'Es a legend, he is!"
"Yes, yes I know Jack Sparrow. Now, you two seem to want to get rid of your Captain. Do the others in your crew feel the same way?"
"AYE!" said a chorus of voices. Lillian jumped slightly, squinting in the general direction of the chorus. She had not gotten accustomed to the darkness of the area, and could only roughly see the two men in front of her. There was no way she could have known a crew of fifteen men was all sitting right next to them.
"Well well well... this seems to be one hell of a mutiny you're plannin' if you've got the entire crew in on it..."
"Emerson's a bastard!" exclaimed someone from the back.
"Ok, I get the idea..." said Lillian. She looked at the two men standing in front of her. This just might be her chance to get to Port Royal. "You two. What're your names?"
"I'm Sellick," said the younger man with the missing teeth, "an' this is our Firs' mate, Wickham."
"Well, Sellick? Wickham? I think I might just be able to help you."
"An' whots in it fer you?" asked another man from the back.
"What? You think I can't do something out of the goodness of my heart?" asked Lillian in a tone of mock sorrow and hurt.
"Come on lady, yer a bloody pirate! What d'ye wants in return?" said Sellick, grinning his nearly toothless, rotten smile.
Lillian considered them for a moment. She was about to agree to kill Captain Emerson, the royal prick of the Spanish Main. It was no doubt a dangerous mission. Suicidal if it wasn't played right... However, it was the one thing standing in between her, and Jack Sparrow... A grin swept over her face...
"I'll kill your wretched Captain, if you take me to Port Royal..."
I hate these bloody things! Lillian thought angrily. She hadn't worn a corset in the longest time. She felt as if one of her breasts would explode under the pressure of the bodice. As time went on, it was becoming difficult to breathe. Wickham had hired a whore for the night, and as soon as all her clothes had come off, Lillian snuck into the room, as they had planed, and nicked the clothes. Poor whore was going to have to walk home naked...
Oh who cares! As long as this plan works...
"Bloody hell woman! 'Ow long can it take t'put one o' those bloody things on!?" said Sellick, calling at her from the other side of the changing wall. Lillian was already thoroughly annoyed at him.
"How long does it take you to get a whore out of one Sellick?!" retorted Lillian. The men laughed, and Sellick looked down in embarrassment. Finally, after she had gotten the corset on, she easily pulled on the dress. Well, relatively easily, if you compared putting on the dress to putting on the corset... And when Lilliam stepped out from behind the wall and the men gasped. Sure, it wasn't the most beautiful dress around, but Lillian Tremaine's beauty could make a pair of dirty rags look suitable for a Royal Ball.
"Ok, let's just get this over with..." she said, trying to get the men to focus. "Sellick, Wickham, you two are going to present me to your captain as a whore." She said, inwardly shuddering at the thought. "You will leave us alone in the room, and I will take care of the rest. Do not under any circumstances come inside the room until I come out. And Wickham, once Emerson is dead, you will become Captain... is that clear?"
A few murmurs of "yes" and some grunts came from the crew.
"Alright then. Let's get going, we haven't got much time..."
Captain Emerson was lying down on his bed, chugging away at a bottle of rum, when he heard a knock on his door. He was a man who cared for no one but himself. Women were playthings, and once he was done with them, they would be thrown aside, literally, to make room for another one. His crew meant nothing to him. They were slaves to him. People with no lives of their own, put on this earth to tend to his every whim, wait on him hand and foot. On his ship, he was the king, and he could rape, beat, kill, order, and drink as he pleased.
He was a tall man with rather broad shoulders. One look at him made you think that if you did something wrong, he would hit you and knock you unconscious. Sadly, that was pretty much what happened if anyone did something wrong on his ship. He was the brown haired, brown eyed, royal prick of the Spanish Main. And now, he had to answer the door, a task which to someone as self-centered and lazy as Captain Emerson, seemed unthinkable. He wasn't going to open the door. Not without knowing who had been stupid enough to knock...
"Who th'fuck is it?!" came the drunken cry.
"Wickham and Sellick sir! We've got a whore fer ye!" said Wickham. Captain Emerson was no longer angry. He now had a whore to play with. He hoped this one would last longer than the other two whores. I fucked those two so 'ard they were bleedin' when I dumped them from me ship he thought proudly. He took another swig of rum and got up to walk to the door. Little did he know that by opening he had just sealed his fate.
Wickham and Sellick were standing on either side of Lillian, each holding her by one arm. As to not make anything seem suspicious, they thrust Lillian into Captain Emerson. He grabbed Lillian by the arm and flung her into the room, slamming the door in Wickham and Sellick's face.
"Get up ye filthy wench!" roared the voice of a drunken Emerson. He walked over to Lillian and once again grasped her by the arm, pulling her up to her feet. With his other hand he grabbed her around the waist, closing all space between their bodies. "Yer a pretty one aren't yeh?" he said. Lillian could feel his erection through the fibers of her dress. Emerson seized this chance and grabbed Lillian's backside with both hands, thrusting her onto him. Lillian had never felt more violated. Her anger was bubbling up inside her. She felt like ripping his throat open and spilling his blood out to sea, the disgusting bastard. But she had to keep her cool. She had to play along if this was going to work. She had to... If she ever wanted to see Jack again. Forcing her face into a mischievous smile, she looked up at Captain Emerson
"How about we move onto the bed Captain?" she asked coyly. Emerson tightened his grip on Lillian's backside, tight enough to make her wince. He grinned, and let her go.
"Sit on th'bed, bitch..." he ordered. This was just what Lillian was waiting for. Lillian sat on the bed, facing him.
"Shall I strip for you Captain?" she asked coyly, determined to make this plan work.
"Fine then, I don' 'ave to bother with the fuckin' laces 'at way..."
Lillian smiled, and began undoing the dress, she slipped the upper part off down to her waist, as she was still sitting down. She began to undo the laces of her corset, feeling around for the knife she had hidden in the folds of her bodice. She kept going lower. She couldn't find the knife. She was approaching her lower back, undoing the last laces in the corset. Finally, she reached the final lace, and undid it.
The knife is gone!
Lillian faltered. How was she going to kill Emerson now!? She needed to think. She quickly pretended to be undoing the laces, when really she was doing them up again. She was almost halfway done when she decided to stop. She needed time to think. She had to buy some time...
"Captain?"
He grunted.
"May I have some rum?"
Emerson looked at her. He never usually gave rum to whores. But he decided if he got her drunk, he might be able to get her to do anything. He handed her the cylindrical bottle.
"Thank you..."
Lillian took a small swig and cringed. It tasted horrible! Rum usually wasn't so bad a drink. In her disgust, she dropped the bottle on the floor, causing it to break.
"That was fine rum that was! Y'just broke me finest rum you fuckin' slut!" he said. Emerson grabbed Lillian by the hand, and, with the force of his pull, caused her to fall on the floor. Her head collided with the hard wood of the floor, sending spots in front of her eyes momentarily. She looked to her left. There, lying next to her, was the largest piece of the broken bottle. It looked like a bottle with shards of glass instead of a bottom. She grabbed it quickly, and immediately felt herself being pulled up by her hair to a standing position. With an almighty wrench, Emerson ripped at the laces of Lillian's corset, opening it, exposing Lillian's breasts. He smiled in glee. With one hand holding her hair and the other holding her waist, he felt she couldn't escape.
He lowered his mouth to her breast and bit harshly onto it. Lillian screamed in pain. She wasn't going to let him do this. But he was too strong. She couldn't fight him off. He continued to ravage her, his hand pulling on the hair from her head, holding her still. She continued to cry out until tears threatened to come out of her eyes. But soon she realized, crying out was a mistake. He stopped assaulting her breast and stood up to look her in the eye. They stood in silence for a few seconds, which may have stretched out to eternity, in which Emerson just stared at her, his look unreadable. But then, he smiled. The worst smile Lillian had ever seen.
"Who th'fuck told ye to speak wench!?" he roared, raising his hand and smacking Lillian hard across the face. She could taste blood in her mouth, and a small sob escaped her throat. He laughed. Lillian fought hard to keep the tears from falling down her face. Her anger was at the breaking point. She turned to face him, and smiled.
This was not what Emerson was expecting. He was expecting fear, tears, more crying out. The fact that she had the nerve to smile at him like that angered him even further.
"No one told me to speak Captain..." she said, "But no one said you could touch me either..."
In the blink of an eye, Lillian plunged the broken bottle deep into Captain Emerson's stomach. He gasped. He made a move as if to strike her, but Lillian pushed the bottle deeper, feeling the steady flow of his blood run over her hands. She watched, with disgust, as a small trickle of blood trailed out of his mouth. He tried to strike her again, but she pushed the bottle so far in, that her hands were touching his abdomen. She let go, watching as he crumpled onto the floor, blood forming a steadily growing puddle around him.
The job was done.
Lillian picked the remains of the corset. There was no way she could put it on. She threw it aside, and decided to just put the dress on. Her breast was bleeding slightly. Lillian slipped the top portion of the dress back on, all the while stifling a threatening sob. But she couldn't hold it back. She sat down on Emerson's bed, and cried.
She felt so violated. Jack would never have treated a woman like that. Never. Drying her tears, she stood up gingerly and walked out the door onto the deck.
"W-wickham!" she called, trying to steady her trembling voice.
"Aye?!" said a voice from the helm.
"I've...I've finished!"
"Is he really dead!?" called Sellick, trying hard to contain his glee.
"Yes..." she said softly. Too softly apparently...
"Oi! Is 'e dead!?" called Sellick's voice once more.
"Y-yes!" she said, her voice shaking uncontrollably. Thankfully, no one noticed the fear in her voice. An almighty roar came from the crowd standing at the helm.
"'Es dead!"
"Finally!"
"Serves him righ', the bloody prick!"
"GENTLEMEN!"
The noise died down, and all heads turned to Lillian.
"You all know what I asked you for..." she said, her voice shaking slightly. "I request that we leave for Port Royal at once!"
Wickham looked at her, and smiled. "Aye lady! As ye please! Now listen up ye bloody scallywags! I'm Captain now! And I promise I'll be better'n that sack of wine Emerson! Now! ALL SAILS TO PORT ROYAL, MOVE IT, MOVE IT, MOVE IT!!!"
The men scurried, readying the ship to set sail to Port Royal. As the ship began to move, Lillian stared out into the horizon, a tear gliding silently down her cheek.
Well there you have it! Lillian is well on her way to Port Royal! I'm rather happy with the number of reviews I got! I posted within the week of my tenth review for the last chapter! See! I kept my promise didn't I?
Anywho, onto my lovely reviewers:
Clueless-Patty: Hehe... I'm glad you liked the last chapter. At least it's starting to make sense for Elizabeth... not exactly for Jack yet... poo...
Dimonah Tralon: Oh no! Don't cry! Everything will be alright in the end! Thanks for reviewing!
EccentricBanshee: Yeah I loved writing that part of the last chapter. I'm glad you found it funny! I love your reviews! Thanks!
Jack-Sparrow-Lover: Oh thank god... you gave the shovel back. Lets just home Mr. Rainey doesn't get fed up with my cliff hangers too...
SauronMiniMe: Oh thank god you're eating again... I can't be responsible for your health!!! It's too much pressure!
MintChocolate: Hi Bianca... I knew it was you from your first review... There were too many clues pointing your way. 1) When you mentioned that you love the part when jack looks at the camera and smiles. 2) The fact that you just became a member of FF.net. 3) The fact that your only favorite story is mine and I'm your only favorite author. 4) The thing about making my story into the movie. 5) The fact that you said there's no school, since we go to the same school... 6) When you said "I'm really sorry about your mom's friend. It shocked me when I read it, but then again, its pr, so it's nothing new" and only someone who lived here could say that.... Anyways, it was pretty obvious! Thanks for reading my story! Hope you enjoy Italy and the rest of your trip! Love ya!
LaurenLiz19: it's ok, as long as you review! Thanks!
Tresckow: No kisses for you!!
Also thanks to Copperstring, ortain, Lady Sheila, Loviet, Depprulz, MrsGinaSparrow, and darkfarie14.