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**** Previously:
"Because yer still the only woman aboard, and I don' want ya jumpin' over before I get my turn."
And before I could reply to his dreadful comment, he was gone.
****
I sat there, staring, for a few minutes until I heard the sound of footsteps. I looked up to see Sparrow standing in the doorway, his arms folded across his chest.
"Still here?" he said. I shrugged and stood up. Then I realized the dagger was still in my hand, and I slid it into my right boot.
"Well, best be gettin' to yer post. The men are gettin' hungry." I just nodded and followed him out the door. He pointed me in the direction of the galley, then made his way up to the deck. I entered the room and immediately recoiled. It smelled terrible, and there were dirty dishes everywhere. I just sighed and began cleaning.
It took almost two hours, but I had finally cleaned up the galley to my liking. That was when I started cooking anything I could find.
****
The next few days passed without much consequence. Sparrow had apparently told the crew to leave me be, because the first time someone came to see me in a week was when William popped his head in to say that the Captain wanted to see me.
"What does he want?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. I still hadn't quite gotten over what William had said, and what Jack had tried to do back in George Town.
"Dunno, Miss. Suppose you'll jus' 'ave ter find out fer yerself." With that, he left. I sighed and put down the pan I was scrubbing and left the galley. I made my way to the Captain's quarters, avoiding stares of the crew.
"You wanted to see me, Captain?" I asked timidly, stepping into the cabin. He looked up from his desk, where a large map could be seen.
"Yeah, I did. Sit down." He motioned to his bed. I paused a little too long and he raised an eyebrow. "I won't hurt yeh."
I didn't reply, just crossed the cabin and sat on the edge of the bed. It was remarkably soft. Sparrow followed and sat next to me. He moved close, and I could smell the rum on his breath.
He turned my cheek and planted a kiss on my lips. I tried to pull away, but before I could he hand his hands around my head and body. It was then it sunk in just what he planned to do. As he laid me down on the bed, his full weight on top of me, I began to struggle.
"No. NO!" I tried to stop him, but he was so much bigger than I it was impossible. He put a hand over my mouth and looked into my eyes.
"Quiet, lass. It'll be over soon," he said. I could feel my eyes welling up with tears, but I just nodded. And he did what pirates do to women as I closed my eyes and waited for it to be over.
****
After Sparrow was done taking away my innocence, I returned to the galley to find half the crew standing there with hungry looks in their eyes. And I don't mean they wanted food.
My eyes grew wide and I rushed back to the Captain's cabin. I found Sparrow sleeping, clad only in his breeches, on the bed. I closed the door tight and rushed to hide behind the bed.
My plan worked; the crew didn't follow me into the cabin. But I feared what would happen when Sparrow woke up, or when I decided to leave.
I didn't have long to dwell on my fears, however. Sparrow woke up with a start, grabbing a pistol from under his pillow and waving it around like a madman.
I cowered in my hiding place, hoping he didn't see me. But alas, he did.
"You! Back for more, eh?" he said, smirking. I stood up, trying to look brave. My attempt failed miserably.
"No. I....I was hiding. Your men were chasing after me." I hung my head in shame. All I can remember thinking was 'Damn this man! Damn him to hell and back!'
"Were they now?" He asked. He sounded far too mirthful for my taste. I nodded.
"Yeah, well, I expected as much." He said it so casually, it was infuriating. I felt tears forming again.
"Please, make them leave me be," I pleaded. One person violating me was one thing, but an entire crew? A pirate crew, even? The thought was unbearable.
He studied me for a long while, before sighing. "Alrigh'. I'll tell 'em. Get back to yer duties, cook." He waved his hand and pointed to the door. I smiled a timid grin, and left. It was then I remembered the dagger hidden in my boot. My protection.
As I stepped into the galley, a tall man stood in front of me. I gasped, then pulled the dagger from my shoe. I thrust at him, but he grabbed my wrist and flipped me around, holding the sharp edge to my throat.
"I see yer makin' good use of me present," said the man. I looked up to see William Turner grinning down at me, while still holding the blade dangerously close to my throat.
"Let go of me."
"Promise not to try ter kill me, kitten?" He was still grinning, so I glared at him. But, as I no longer wished to have cold metal pressed to my throat, I nodded. He winked and spun me around.
"So 'ow did things go with the Cap'n, then?" he said, still smirking. I sighed and walked past him, flopping down onto a chair.
"I never want to see that scum again," I said, speaking the truth. William looked highly upset by this.
"Don't ye be calling me cap'n scum again. That man 'as saved me and many other's lives more 'n once." I just stared, not wanting to reply. "Includin' yers. He could've killed yeh back in yer own kitchen. But he spared yeh. Ye should be thankful to him."
I snorted. "The only reason he spared me was to use me for sex. He's a pig."
Now William glared at me. And it was a scary sight. "Listen 'ear, you. 'E could've killed yeh righ' after 'e was done with yeh. Tha's what most people would do. But 'ere yeh are, alive."
"He's a pirate."
"Aye, he is. He's a pirate, an' a good man. Not many can say that, but it's true." He crossed his arms and continued to stare at me.
"But that still doesn't disguise the fact that he used me for sex!"
He sighed. "Answer me this, love. Did he do anythin' strange in there?" At the confused look on my face, he added, "You know, things that yeh haven't heard stories of before. Anything but get straight to the point?"
I finally realized what he meant and was quite shocked he was asking it. I shook my head slowly. "N-No...he just...." I trailed off. He knew what I was talking about. William nodded knowingly.
"Yer lucky he didn' waste time. I've heard tell of some strange goin's on when a pirate takes a woman 'board."
"Like what?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. I was surprised it could be any worse than it was.
"Don't think I should tell yeh. Could scar yer mind." He smirked again, then laughed. "'Course, if yeh've seen the Cap'n nekkid yeh might already be scarred."
I smiled and laughed along with him. But, in truth I wasn't very scarred by it. For the short amount of time that I did open my eyes, I could tell, even with my lack of experience, that Sparrow was NOT an ugly man. Quite nice, he was.
I decided not to share this fact and continued to laugh with him.
"So, where are we headed, William?" I asked after we were done. He raised an eyebrow at me.
"Why do yeh call me that? No one calls me William 'cept me own mother. And she's dead, so no one calls me that."
I just shrugged. "So, where are we going?"
"Not sure. Cap'n says we're off to meet someone named...um...gimmie a minute...I know this one..." I was tempted to laugh at the way he was struggling to find the answer. His tongue was sticking out and his eyes were screwed up in concentration.
Suddenly, he snapped his fingers together and looked up. "Got it. We're meetin' a man named Jose Gaspar." He looked immensely pleased with himself.
"Jose Gaspar? Is he a pirate?" The named sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it.
"But of course, miss. One of the best. Or worst, as yeh might see it. 'E was a Spanish Naval officer who turned pirate. Amazing story, his is. I'll 'ave the tell it to yeh sometime." He closed his eyes for a minute, as if picturing the story in his head.
"Calls 'imself Gasparilla. He's got so much booty 'e could burn half of it an' still be set fer life. Ruthless, he is. Barbossa looks up ter him."
Those were not the most comforting words he could have offered at that point. I didn't have time to tell him this, however, because right after he said it, Barbossa himself entered the galley.
"Speak of the devil," William mumbled under his breath so that only I could hear. I giggled lightly, before being silenced with a look from the older man.
"What the 'ell are yeh doing down 'ere, Bootstrap? Get up on deck! There be work the do!"
With a quick smile at me, William was gone, and I was left to my thoughts all alone in the galley.
****
There ya go! Chapter 3, ready for you. Look up Jose Gaspar-he was an actual pirate. I think. There's all this legend about him. And anyone who lives in Tampa, FL will know about him, at least vaguely, because he is the one Gasparilla is based on.
ANYWAY. Hope you enjoyed, and don't forget to review!
Disclaimer: No. Just no.
**** Previously:
"Because yer still the only woman aboard, and I don' want ya jumpin' over before I get my turn."
And before I could reply to his dreadful comment, he was gone.
****
I sat there, staring, for a few minutes until I heard the sound of footsteps. I looked up to see Sparrow standing in the doorway, his arms folded across his chest.
"Still here?" he said. I shrugged and stood up. Then I realized the dagger was still in my hand, and I slid it into my right boot.
"Well, best be gettin' to yer post. The men are gettin' hungry." I just nodded and followed him out the door. He pointed me in the direction of the galley, then made his way up to the deck. I entered the room and immediately recoiled. It smelled terrible, and there were dirty dishes everywhere. I just sighed and began cleaning.
It took almost two hours, but I had finally cleaned up the galley to my liking. That was when I started cooking anything I could find.
****
The next few days passed without much consequence. Sparrow had apparently told the crew to leave me be, because the first time someone came to see me in a week was when William popped his head in to say that the Captain wanted to see me.
"What does he want?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. I still hadn't quite gotten over what William had said, and what Jack had tried to do back in George Town.
"Dunno, Miss. Suppose you'll jus' 'ave ter find out fer yerself." With that, he left. I sighed and put down the pan I was scrubbing and left the galley. I made my way to the Captain's quarters, avoiding stares of the crew.
"You wanted to see me, Captain?" I asked timidly, stepping into the cabin. He looked up from his desk, where a large map could be seen.
"Yeah, I did. Sit down." He motioned to his bed. I paused a little too long and he raised an eyebrow. "I won't hurt yeh."
I didn't reply, just crossed the cabin and sat on the edge of the bed. It was remarkably soft. Sparrow followed and sat next to me. He moved close, and I could smell the rum on his breath.
He turned my cheek and planted a kiss on my lips. I tried to pull away, but before I could he hand his hands around my head and body. It was then it sunk in just what he planned to do. As he laid me down on the bed, his full weight on top of me, I began to struggle.
"No. NO!" I tried to stop him, but he was so much bigger than I it was impossible. He put a hand over my mouth and looked into my eyes.
"Quiet, lass. It'll be over soon," he said. I could feel my eyes welling up with tears, but I just nodded. And he did what pirates do to women as I closed my eyes and waited for it to be over.
****
After Sparrow was done taking away my innocence, I returned to the galley to find half the crew standing there with hungry looks in their eyes. And I don't mean they wanted food.
My eyes grew wide and I rushed back to the Captain's cabin. I found Sparrow sleeping, clad only in his breeches, on the bed. I closed the door tight and rushed to hide behind the bed.
My plan worked; the crew didn't follow me into the cabin. But I feared what would happen when Sparrow woke up, or when I decided to leave.
I didn't have long to dwell on my fears, however. Sparrow woke up with a start, grabbing a pistol from under his pillow and waving it around like a madman.
I cowered in my hiding place, hoping he didn't see me. But alas, he did.
"You! Back for more, eh?" he said, smirking. I stood up, trying to look brave. My attempt failed miserably.
"No. I....I was hiding. Your men were chasing after me." I hung my head in shame. All I can remember thinking was 'Damn this man! Damn him to hell and back!'
"Were they now?" He asked. He sounded far too mirthful for my taste. I nodded.
"Yeah, well, I expected as much." He said it so casually, it was infuriating. I felt tears forming again.
"Please, make them leave me be," I pleaded. One person violating me was one thing, but an entire crew? A pirate crew, even? The thought was unbearable.
He studied me for a long while, before sighing. "Alrigh'. I'll tell 'em. Get back to yer duties, cook." He waved his hand and pointed to the door. I smiled a timid grin, and left. It was then I remembered the dagger hidden in my boot. My protection.
As I stepped into the galley, a tall man stood in front of me. I gasped, then pulled the dagger from my shoe. I thrust at him, but he grabbed my wrist and flipped me around, holding the sharp edge to my throat.
"I see yer makin' good use of me present," said the man. I looked up to see William Turner grinning down at me, while still holding the blade dangerously close to my throat.
"Let go of me."
"Promise not to try ter kill me, kitten?" He was still grinning, so I glared at him. But, as I no longer wished to have cold metal pressed to my throat, I nodded. He winked and spun me around.
"So 'ow did things go with the Cap'n, then?" he said, still smirking. I sighed and walked past him, flopping down onto a chair.
"I never want to see that scum again," I said, speaking the truth. William looked highly upset by this.
"Don't ye be calling me cap'n scum again. That man 'as saved me and many other's lives more 'n once." I just stared, not wanting to reply. "Includin' yers. He could've killed yeh back in yer own kitchen. But he spared yeh. Ye should be thankful to him."
I snorted. "The only reason he spared me was to use me for sex. He's a pig."
Now William glared at me. And it was a scary sight. "Listen 'ear, you. 'E could've killed yeh righ' after 'e was done with yeh. Tha's what most people would do. But 'ere yeh are, alive."
"He's a pirate."
"Aye, he is. He's a pirate, an' a good man. Not many can say that, but it's true." He crossed his arms and continued to stare at me.
"But that still doesn't disguise the fact that he used me for sex!"
He sighed. "Answer me this, love. Did he do anythin' strange in there?" At the confused look on my face, he added, "You know, things that yeh haven't heard stories of before. Anything but get straight to the point?"
I finally realized what he meant and was quite shocked he was asking it. I shook my head slowly. "N-No...he just...." I trailed off. He knew what I was talking about. William nodded knowingly.
"Yer lucky he didn' waste time. I've heard tell of some strange goin's on when a pirate takes a woman 'board."
"Like what?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. I was surprised it could be any worse than it was.
"Don't think I should tell yeh. Could scar yer mind." He smirked again, then laughed. "'Course, if yeh've seen the Cap'n nekkid yeh might already be scarred."
I smiled and laughed along with him. But, in truth I wasn't very scarred by it. For the short amount of time that I did open my eyes, I could tell, even with my lack of experience, that Sparrow was NOT an ugly man. Quite nice, he was.
I decided not to share this fact and continued to laugh with him.
"So, where are we headed, William?" I asked after we were done. He raised an eyebrow at me.
"Why do yeh call me that? No one calls me William 'cept me own mother. And she's dead, so no one calls me that."
I just shrugged. "So, where are we going?"
"Not sure. Cap'n says we're off to meet someone named...um...gimmie a minute...I know this one..." I was tempted to laugh at the way he was struggling to find the answer. His tongue was sticking out and his eyes were screwed up in concentration.
Suddenly, he snapped his fingers together and looked up. "Got it. We're meetin' a man named Jose Gaspar." He looked immensely pleased with himself.
"Jose Gaspar? Is he a pirate?" The named sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it.
"But of course, miss. One of the best. Or worst, as yeh might see it. 'E was a Spanish Naval officer who turned pirate. Amazing story, his is. I'll 'ave the tell it to yeh sometime." He closed his eyes for a minute, as if picturing the story in his head.
"Calls 'imself Gasparilla. He's got so much booty 'e could burn half of it an' still be set fer life. Ruthless, he is. Barbossa looks up ter him."
Those were not the most comforting words he could have offered at that point. I didn't have time to tell him this, however, because right after he said it, Barbossa himself entered the galley.
"Speak of the devil," William mumbled under his breath so that only I could hear. I giggled lightly, before being silenced with a look from the older man.
"What the 'ell are yeh doing down 'ere, Bootstrap? Get up on deck! There be work the do!"
With a quick smile at me, William was gone, and I was left to my thoughts all alone in the galley.
****
There ya go! Chapter 3, ready for you. Look up Jose Gaspar-he was an actual pirate. I think. There's all this legend about him. And anyone who lives in Tampa, FL will know about him, at least vaguely, because he is the one Gasparilla is based on.
ANYWAY. Hope you enjoyed, and don't forget to review!