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Julia awoke with a pounding headache. The events of the night before flooded back to her and she sat up with a moan. Things had gone downhill after the man carried her to his ship. It turned out there was a whole crew of people just like him and they were all aching to get their hands all over her. And most of them did, she thought. As feeling came back to her limbs she realized that her head wasn't the only thing that was hurting her. At least six men had raped her last night, she thought as she curled up into a ball, wimpering. But can you be raped if you are a prostitute?

Julia looked around her. Her eyes had adjusted to the dim light and she realized that she was in a barred cell with a small portal looking out at the open sea. The open sea! Julia jumped up and immediately fell down again. She didn't have her sea legs yet. Looking down at herself, she noticed that her skirt was ripped and her bodice was revealing a little more cleavage than she wished. Hastily she pulled the low neckline upward, which brought a chuckle from a far end of the damp room. She whirled around and saw the pirate who had taken her to this filthy boat sitting on a barrel of something that had to be illegal.

"You!" She hissed. He laughed.

"Aye, me. Me name's Paul but everyone calls me Muffin," Julia looked at him like he was insane and he pulled a muffin out of his jacket, tipped it at her as if to say 'cheers!' and then proceded to eat it.

Julia's stomach grumbled and she wondered how long she had been cooped up like this. The pirate must have heard it and he laughed again, sending a shower of muffin crumbs flying.

"The captain wants to speak with you in a bit," Muffin said, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. Julia backed against the wall in fear and disgust. Muffin continued talking. "Captain Bazinet is a fair man, and he'll treat you well as long as you do what he asks." As he said that last bit his mouth turned up in a twisted version of a smile. Julia liked him better when he wasn't smiling. She cowered in the corner and hid her face in the tattered fabric of her skirt until she fell into a fitful sleep.

When Julia awoke again she was still in the cold cell, but now there was another man with Muffin, and he was unlocking the door. Julia stood up on trembling legs and braced herself against the damp wall, frightened but anxious to get out from her prison. The unknown pirate roughly grabbed her and shoved her, whimpering, up the stairs and onto the deck. Julia staggered slightly and fought to keep her balance on the rolling sea. She looked about in awe and with a jolt of fright, realized that there was nothing but blue in every direction. There was no one and nothing to stop these vicious men, these pirates, from doing whatever they wanted to with her. She shivered.

The man pushed her towards another set of stairs and she climbed this one too, occaisionally putting her hands on the wooden steps to steady herself. When she finally reached the top of the short staircase, she found herself at a wooden door. Unsure of what she was supposed to do, she nervously looked back at the two men to ask what they wanted, but they were gone, replaced only by a few straggly looking sailors who were busy at work on the deck. She took a deep breath and turned back to the door, knocking once.