"C'mon, lassie, jus' a little kiss..."

Elizabeth fought against her arm restraints, fighting to get away from that awful fish breath, grimy face and leery eyes. Unfortunately for her, she was tied upon the wall, and had no other option than to flail her head around, trying to escape the filthy pirate.

He stopped for a moment and concentrated on her face, her body. He looked lustfully at her. "I won't bite, me pretty lass." he remarked with a smirk.

"Yeah, but I will." muttered Elizabeth as she brought up her left, and unbound, foot and propelled it in the man's solar plexus.

The air rushed out of him in a big whomph, and he collapsed to the ground, withering in pain for a moment. His companion, a scraggly old man with long, stringy hair, began to cackle at his friend's misfortune. Elizabeth managed a grin herself.

Pulling himself up off the ground, the pirate growled at his friend: "It's not funny, ye fool."

The old man stopped chuckling, but couldn't suppress the grin on his face.

The pirate then turned to Elizabeth. "You'll pay for that, ye whore." he spat out, bringing up his right hand. She braced herself for the blow, but she couldn't suppress the tears when her left eye began to swell and her cheek started to sting.

He then brought up his left hand to perform the same action, but Elizabeth was saved when she heard the hold's doors open and a voice call down.

"Muggs! Jeremiah! The Cap'n wants to see yas!"

The pirate named Muggs sent her one last menacing look, just before he turned and climbed out of the hold onto the main deck, Jeremiah right behind him.

It wasn't until she heard the hold doors close that she realized that she had been holding back her tears. Collapsing to the ground, hands held above her, the young woman began to weep. From a nearby cell, a worried young girl looked on.

"Mama?" she asked with concern, watching as her mother wept.

Elizabeth tried to compose herself before turning to her daughter. "I'm alright, Willow." she said, flashing a half-hearted smile to the girl. "It stings, that's all."

Not entirely convinced, but knowing that she wouldn't get a better answer, Willow changed the subject. "Are we gonna escape from here, Mama?"

Her mother looked thoughtful for a moment, looking up towards the roof and imagining the sea air outside. "Of course, dear. James and your grandfather probably have the entire fleet of the British Navy looking out for us now."

"Really?" responded Willow, wonder in her young voice.

Elizabeth looked over at her. "Really."

As her daughter contemplated exactly how large the British Naval Force was, Elizabeth studied her daughter for what seemed to be the first time. A young girl of nine, Elizabeth could already tell that she would be a beautiful lady when she grew up. Long, light brown hair like her mother's, but deep hazel eyes like her father's were Willow's distinguishing features. Her mother had also noted that the girl had her father's quiet personality, but also his daring courage. Willow Jaclyn Swann was truly the combination of both her parents finest qualities.

Elizabeth closed her eyes, grateful for the few moments she had without those pirate beasts. As a child, she had had a great curiosity for pirates, but, as of now, she had had enough pirate encounters to sustain her for the rest of her life.

She and her daughter had been captured by Spanish slave traders two weeks ago when they had been strolling down a lovely beach in Port Royal. She now speculated that after a short stop in Tortuga, they would be heading off to Aruba, the centre for slave trading in the Caribbean.

She stifled a sob as she thought about what would happen to them after that. She had tried to comfort her daughter by telling her that Elizabeth's father and James Norrington would come after them, but it was highly probable that they would be too late. By the time that they tracked down the ship that they were on, Elizabeth and Willow would have already been sold into slavery, condemned to serve out their lives as someone's else's labour.

//If only Jack could save us.// she thought wryly, remembering the man who had, along with Will, rescued her eleven years ago from Barbossa and his cursed crew. Elizabeth still remembering being trapped on that island with the infamous captain, and drinking that rum.

With a loud clank, Elizabeth was abruptly yanked from her memories by the sound of the hold doors being thrown open. Three men climbed door, coming to a stop in front of her. One was Muggs, but the other two she didn't quite recognize...

The middle man stepped forwards, and Elizabeth could sense something familiar about this man... but it was something that she just couldn't pinpoint...

"Ah... So this must be the lovely Elizabeth Swann." the pirate commented, leaning forwards in a mock bow. "And how have our accommodations been so far, my dear?"

"Absolutely wonderful." she remarked sarcastically, spitting out the last word.

He smiled. "We have some personality, I see. Good. I hate those brainless whores that are so common in Tortuga."

The pirate then directed his attention over to Willow. "And this must be young Willow Swann. Or is it Turner? She looks like her father, don't you think?"

Elizabeth was puzzled. How did this man know Will? And why did he seem so familiar?

"Who are you?" she asked out loud, trying to place him in her memory.

He leaned in close, and smiled a wicked smile. "Why, I am your Captain, Johnathon Barbossa. I believe you knew my father, didn't you, my pretty lass."

She looked up at him in shock, and saw the resemblance in this man's face to the man who had captured her eleven years ago...

*A/N: Thanks for all the nice reviews, everyone!

Personally, I love Elizabeth's fiery spirit, and have tried to incorporate that into this story. Hopefully I have done that, because I'd hate to turn her into a meek little thing…

Anywho, that's it for this chapter.. See y'all in the next one!

~Eleia Turner*