Chapter Twenty-Five

Painfully Tortured

Elizabeth and AnaMaria struggled against the chains that held them just days later of being captured. The fight back in the Faithful Bride had gone on for a while but being pregnant, the two had grown extremely tired. Now here they were sitting in chairs and being held by chains in the brig of the Triumph. From eavesdropping on the conversations of the crewman, Elizabeth learned that they were indeed aboard Lord Thomas Beckett's ship. The door to where the two women were being held, slowly opened causing Elizabeth and AnaMaria to stiffen. Their breathing became heavy and they closed their eyes, hoping they'd each get to see their children, their lovers and even their future children.

"So nice to finally meet you, Captain Turner," a cold and evil voice greeted. Elizabeth opened her eyes to come face to face with Lord Thomas Beckett. "The pleasure is all mine," Elizabeth replied through gritted white teeth. Just looking at this man caused the Pirate Lord's blood to boil. She hated this man more and more as he continued to live each day. AnaMaria opened her eyes just as two men, Theodore McGovney and Jacob Benjamin, appeared in the doorway behind their leader. "McGovney, Benjamin, we're preparing to make port in Port Royal. Escort Miss Lamar to the slave market," Beckett instructed. Gasps were followed out of the mouths of Elizabeth and AnaMaria. Elizabeth shot her head towards AnaMaria, who despite how strong she was, had begun to sob uncontrollably.

The Pirate Captain gave a look to AnaMaria to show her that they would indeed be alright and get out of this predicament alive. Beckett chuckled as his lackies grabbed hold of AnaMaria roughly. She soon was out of Beckett and Elizabeth's sight, screaming all the way as she got dragged to the slave market. "You can't do this!" shouted Elizabeth. "She's pregnant!" Beckett's chuckling only increased. To get a reaction out of both women, it made it only more fun for him. From behind his back, Beckett pulled out a long leather black whip. Soon, more men appeared behind Lord Thomas Beckett but they didn't wait for orders. They knew exactly what to do. They grabbed hold of Elizabeth and chained her against a nearby wall with the chains that had held her earlier.

Captain Elizabeth Turner watched in utter dismay through her carmel colored eyes as the men disappeared. Beckett approached Elizabeth with whip in hand. A very wicked smile hung on his face. "This is how it works," Beckett began. "This is my way of interrogating you, Captain Turner. I hope you cooperate." Elizabeth glared at Beckett. She never knew she could have more hate for anyone since Lord Cutler Beckett. But she was wrong. She hated his brother even more. "Where is the Dead Man's Chest?" Beckett asked patiently. Elizabeth shrugged slightly and spat, "I don't know. Perhaps with the Captain of the Flying Dutchman."

CRACK!

Elizabeth winced slightly as the whip came down on her shoulder and back. "That wasn't the answer I was looking for, Captain Turner. You are married to the Captain of the Dutchman. It only makes sense that you would have it," replied Beckett. Upon hearing Beckett's reply to her smart remark, Elizabeth began to laugh. Not to herself but out loud. Loud enough that probably the whole ship, maybe even Port Royal, heard her.

CRACK!

CRACK!

Damn, Elizabeth thought to herself. Her shirt had been torn up by each crack and her back bled drastically. She hoped that she and her unborn child would make it out of this ordeal alive. "He's free of the curse, you imbicile," growled the fierce woman.

CRACK!

Elizabeth tried to keep her tears under control but soon found that it was no use. They were starting to fall freely. "I don't appreciate being insulted by a bothersome pirate, Captain," Beckett said. With a laugh, even though she was in pain and crying, Elizabeth answered, "Pity. The only bothersome pirate I know is Captain Jack Sparrow who is probably looking for his lover right about now. You know, the woman you just sold to slavery. Did I mention she was pregnant? With his second child, of course."

Beckett went to bring his whip down on his prisoner once more but stopped midair at Elizabeth's remark. He looked confused. Lord Thomas Beckett had only known about the two Turner children. There were definitely no reports of a Sparrow child that he knew of.

CRACK!

The whip met Elizabeth's skin once more. This time the hit had more force. She struck a nerve with Beckett by mentioning Lizzie. "Where's Captain Sparrow?" Beckett demanded. Strands of his white whig became misplaced as his strength behind the hits became stronger. "Well," Elizabeth began through a voice filled with pain. "He could be anywhere right about now. First you take two children who he's raised since they were babes and then you took his pregnant lover. Honestly? I think you'll end up having the same fate as your dear big brother. Perhaps it'll be just as worse"

CRACK!

"Silence, Pirate!"

AnaMaria fought against the chains and the men who held her. With each movement, Theodore McGovney's grip tightened. Jacob Benjamin, however, loosened his grip. He felt this was no way to treat a women, especially one who was pregnant. He despised the leader of the East India Trading Company but he had no choice but to follow orders. He had a family he planned to bring over from England and to do that, he needed shillings. He sighed. Curse my good heart, he thought to himself.

Quietly, Jacob pulled out his long sword that hung at his side. He watched as his commrade proceeded with AnaMaria to the slave market. The poor soul had no idea what he was getting himself into. He had no idea who Lord Thomas Beckett really was. AnaMaria fell to the ground as she was pushed accidently by Theodore. She turned her head, looking behind her. Theodore was being held by Jacob, who had his sword to the other man's throaght. AnaMaria carefully stood, hoping not to fall over from the chains that held her. She soon found herself staring at the puddle of blood forming on the ground after a dead Theodore McGovney fell into the blood-soaked dirt.

"What are ye doin'?" AnaMaria growled. Jacob approached her and the pregnant woman backed away. "Stay away," ordered the female pirate. Jacob Benjamin smiled a kind and soft smile towards AnaMaria as he placed his blood covered sword away. "I believe you know my cousin," Jacob said kindly. The man's words only confused AnaMaria. She didn't know his cousin. At least she didn't think so. Jacob scooped AnaMaria up into his arms and began to walk west of the slave market. "He used to be an apprentince to the former blacksmith here," Jacob informed AnaMaria. "He happened to be in love with the former Governor's daughter."

Jacob Benjamin walked into a worn down shop. He placed AnaMaria down in a nearby chair as he began to heat up coal to melt away the chains on AnaMaria. The pirate watched Jacob, curiously. Finally, what Jacob was saying, dawned on her. She asked in almost a whisper, "Yer cousin is Will Turner?" Jacob turned to her, nodding. "His father is my mother's big brother," Jacob answered. "My parents were killed for associating with pirates when I was three. At the time, Will was five and seeing as I had no other family, I was sent to live with him and his parents."

CRACK!

Lord Thomas Beckett didn't even bother to ask his prisoner anymore questions. It was useless. Every question he asked was answered with a sarcastic remark. What was worse was that Elizabeth remained strong. Tears fell silently down Elizabeth Turner's tan cheeks but she didn't cry out in pain. "You are nothing but a horrible pirate!" shouted Beckett as he kept on whipping Elizabeth. "That's all you'll ever be!"

CRACK!

"AH!" Elizabeth cried out this time. She could feel her red blood flowing down her body. All of this was becoming too much. She wished Will and Jack were here to save AnaMaria from slavery and herself from a horrible death. She wanted to see her children and to hug them. She even found herself wanting to see Captain Barbossa, Captain Teague and the other Pirate Lords. She wanted to visit Tortuga after having her third child and get incredibly drunk. Most of all, she just wanted to be on the sea and feeling free.

"So, you're with the infamous Jack Sparrow?" Jacob asked as he melted away the chains that still bound AnaMaria. The pirate nodded, rubbing her wrists as the chains fell to the ground with a loud clank. She looked around at all the well-made swords that hung about the worn down shop. "What is this place, Mr. Benjamin?" AnaMaria asked. "All the swords are so well crafted." Jacob chuckled heartedly and replied, "You're sitting in the old blacksmith shop. All these swords I found out were made by Will before he started courting the Governor's daughter." There was a pause between the two. "No one knows what happened to Miss Swann around here. And you may call me Jacob."

AnaMaria nodded slightly as she listened to Jacob talk to her and melt away the chains that held her ankles. "Miss Swann is now Mrs. Turner," AnaMaria said. "The one yer leader is beatin' to death. Lord Beckett stole her children and now he's busy beatin' a pregnant woman." The last set of chains fell to the ground with another loud clank. Jacob looked up at the dark haired pirate, confused by her words. AnaMaria quickly stood and grabbed a nearby sword. "I'm sorry, Jacob," AnaMaria Lamar apologized. "I 'ave to save Elizabeth." Jacob stood and nodded to AnaMaria. He understood what she was saying to him. "Then I'm coming too," Jacob said.

For minutes that seemed like hours, AnaMaria tried to convince Jacob Benjamin that it was dangerous. He may have been a soldier but to AnaMaria, this was just a matter for pirates. Eventually, AnaMaria caved in and allowed Jacob to accompany her.

CRACK!

With that crack, Elizabeth would've fallen to the ground dying if it wasn't for the chains that held her up. Beads of sweat covered her face and her bloody back. Each wound had begun to heal but in time it was only reopened by the whip and Beckett's powerful force. "Belay that!" a man called out from behind Beckett. The somewhat young commander of the EITC turned around with whip in midair. He soon found himself facing towards AnaMaria, Jacob, two swords and a pistol. With a snicker on her lips, AnaMaria asked, "Funny ol' world, innit?"

A/N: Ok... so PLEASE don't murder me for this chapter! But I had fun writing it and thought it'd deserved to be written. Nothing ever bad (except for her death in the first chapter) ever happens to Elizabeth or even AnaMaria. So here's a chapter! I already have next chapter planned out! I just need to write it! I'm not sure how many chapters I'll write but I know there will be at least 5 or 6 more! I'm already thinking about a sequel for this but I'm not sure if I should or not. So when you review PLEASE let me know if there should be a sequel so I can start planning out the details and post the first chapter when I'm done with this! Thanks!