As usual, I'm wishing that I owned Pirates of the Caribbean, especially Jack Sparrow, but I don't. . .
Chapter Nine
Kelsey and Julie had been confined to a room that contained only a large bed and a few chairs. Virtually nothing compared to Jack's quarters aboard the Black Pearl, which had held a large bed, a cot, a wooden table complete with chairs, a bookcase, and a hefty cupboard that retained his many swords.
Kelsey had so far spent her time locked in there venting her frustration by repeatedly delivering severe blows to the pillows on the bed, kicking the wall with such force Julie swore her foot was ready to go right through, and swearing. Julie had never heard so many four-letter words strung together in all her life, even from her bitch of a mother. It had never taken that much to get Kelsey mad; it was actually quite easy; so now one could only fathom the depths of the utter rage she was experiencing.
Julie sat on one of the chairs, trying her best to keep her distance, wishing not to get in the way and be hurt by her friend's rampage. She knew that Kelsey would not express her aggravation against her, but she did know that if she interfered while the other girl was taking it out on everything else around her, she would presumably get severely injured whether her friend meant for her to or not. Kelsey had never been one to keep calm very often, particularly in situations like this. Of course she had never been in a predicament like this before, but it was one of the most dreadful and distressing and it angered her to know that she was being kept prisoner against her will with very little knowledge of what anyone on this ship was arranging, besides the obvious.
At first Kelsey had hammered on the door with her fists several times until it stung and screamed for the "assholes to let her out," but after a large amount of time with no response to this she moved on to beating the pillows and walls, sometimes the mattress as well, as if they were punching bags, and Julie was just waiting to see stuffing start coming out of them.
Julie knew better than to even utter a word to her; after all, she wasn't imprudent. If she made any effort at all to calm Kelsey down, she knew whatever she could come up with would only fall on deaf ears and it would just be a futile attempt. She'd doubtlessly wind up getting her ears blown out as well. So once Kelsey had begun her storm of fury, Julie had taken a seat as far away as she could manage and had stayed silent. She guessed that Kelsey hadn't been this violent when they were first transported onto the ship, but then again she hadn't really established what was transpiring. Now that she did, she wasn't about to just sit there and do nothing about it.
Julie also assumed that in all probability the reason that the crew had yet to enter was a result of Kelsey's rebellion; who would want to deal with that? Knowing Kelsey, it would take at least six of them to restrain her, and Julie presumed that they didn't really feel up to fighting her much. She couldn't blame them. She had angered her friend before – no fun there.
It was at least an hour before Kelsey finally relaxed – well, at least until she finished attempting to kill everything around her. Julie couldn't exactly be sure of how long it was; she didn't have a watch, and the captain had no clock in his cabin. She wasn't extremely bothered; she was just appreciative of the fact that Kelsey had stopped. The girl scared her when she acted like that.
Now her friend took a seat on the bed, breathing rather heavily. Her eyes showed nothing but anger as she stared at the wall.
Julie wasn't convinced it was entirely safe to get up, but she chose to risk it. Maybe now she could try to talk to Kelsey without getting her head ripped off.
She slowly stood and cautiously walked over to the other girl, half expecting her to turn and started bellowing some more. When she didn't, she placed herself on the bed, a couple feet from her. At first she said nothing, almost too anxious to speak. After about a minute or so, she said timidly, "Kelsey?"
Kelsey didn't react for quite a few moments. Then she slowly turned her head to look at her friend. She had that dead-serious look on her face that had always intimidated Julie, who was such a passive person. She didn't reply.
Julie could think of naught to say at first. She wanted to say something, anything, that would comfort and calm Kelsey, but she hadn't a clue if that was possible at the moment. She gathered her thoughts together and then spoke gently, "We're gonna get off this ship. Ariana's still on the Black Pearl and she'll be coming after us. She'll get to us before we reach that cave. Don't worry. Everything'll be okay."
Kelsey was almost in disbelief, though she didn't show it. How could this girl possibly think that everything was going to be okay? What was going through her mind? Did she really feel that they would disembark from this ship before they reached the cave? There was no way it was going to happen, and she knew it. What were the chances of the Black Pearl finding them before they got there? There were no chances. "If you think that we're going to get off this ship, then something is seriously wrong with you."
"Okay, just listen to me. Ariana can convince Jack to come after us, if he hasn't already. They're gonna reach us before we get there. I –"
"It's not going to happen." She said it with such a serious tone that Julie was taken aback for a moment. "Don't you get it?"
She didn't respond for several seconds, unsure of what to say. She didn't want to anger Kelsey any more, but it was essential that she make her understand that all hope was not lost. Not yet, anyway. "Look, I know you're pissed off and everything, I am too. But we have to look on the positive side."
"Oh? And what side is that? That side doesn't exist. Only in your screwed up mind." Kelsey tended to be rather cruel when she was angry, and she often said things she didn't mean, but her true friends knew deep down she loved them. But right now she wasn't concerned.
"It does exist, you just don't believe in it. You have to believe in it." She was aware of how ridiculous she sounded, but it really had no matter to her at the moment.
Kelsey looked at her with a "you're insane" look and replied, "That's pathetic. That is really pathetic." She also had a tendency to use that word.
"Yeah, maybe it is. But so what? Who cares? How do you know that Ariana and Jack aren't on their way right now?" She tried a different tactic; see if Kelsey could answer truthfully, because the truth was exactly what she didn't want to say.
"Because I just do, all right?" She was sick of arguing about this.
"No, not all right. Tell me you believe that they're coming for us."
"You're an idiot."
"Tell me! I wanna hear it!" She ignored Kelsey's last comment.
"Fine. You're an idiot!"
"You know that's not what I was talking about."
"I don't care."
"God, you're stubborn!"
"Yep, that's me!" Her tone was dry.
"Okay, fine. Be that way. We'll see what you think when Ariana and Jack come and save us."
"Whatever." Her friend then turned and lay flat down on her stomach across the bed.
Julie stayed where she was, deliberating. She was right, wasn't she? Ariana had to have told Jack to come and rescue them. They were her best friends; it would've been the first thing she did. Nothing mattered more to her than her friends; friendship was a big thing with her. So Julie knew that she had ordered Jack to come after them. But what if Jack had said no? What if he didn't care and they weren't on their way? Was he that heartless? He couldn't be. Could he? No. No way. She didn't believe it. After all, they were only teenagers; he had to save them.
She was ripped from her thoughts by the sound of loud, thumping footsteps. She snapped her head in the direction of the door and she could hear them growing louder, coming closer. Her heart began beating rapidly as she realized that it was the pirates, and large knot grew immediately in her stomach as she felt an icy chill of fear. Kelsey had stopped screaming her head off and pulverizing everything in sight, so now they were prepared to take advantage of that.
Kelsey had jumped up from the bed the minute she heard the footsteps and now she was ordering Julie to do the same.
"Why?"
"Just get off! NOW! And help me!"
Julie complied and watched as Kelsey began to try and push the bed. She realized what she was doing and ran around to help. Together they shoved with all their might, and her back started to hurt as they got close to the door. About ten or fifteen seconds later, the bed was firmly up against it, keeping anyone who attempted to get in out.
"Ow. Back. Pain," Julie lightly complained, stretching backwards and putting a hand on her back.
"Suck it up," Kelsey told her. She was always being tough. She never showed any real emotions; sadness, hurt, pain. She thought they were weak, and had been burned in the past for showing them. Julie sort of admired her for that – only because she was able to hold her emotions in when it was necessary and stay strong. If you showed people you had no weakness, they would leave you alone. Julie had never had that ability. She tried to be tough, but it never worked. Whenever she did, she more often than not was laughed at because it was so obvious.
They both jumped slightly as the pirates outside began ramming forcefully into the door.
"Ye can' stay cooped up fureva!" they heard one yell.
"Says you!" Kelsey shouted back. Then she turned to Julie. "Anything else we can pile up here?"
The other girl searched the room with her eyes, and her gaze fell upon the chairs. "Yeah! The chairs!"
The two of them ran over, took hold of them, and raced back to the door. Kelsey positioned hers so that one leg was under the doorknob and across the thin crack between the door and the wall. Julie threw hers beside it. They placed the third one on top of the other two and stepped back.
The pirates outside were still beating on the door and bellowing threats. Some of them were cursing over and over.
Julie was frightened that they would somehow break down the wooden door or chop through it with something; that wouldn't be too difficult. Kelsey just grinned; if she was scared, Julie had no idea. She certainly didn't appear scared. In fact, she seemed rather amused.
Her grin suddenly evaporated and her eyes widened as she was seized from behind. Julie spun to see one of the crewmembers, looking very smug. He had a hold of both Kelsey's arms and was looking down at her with an expression Julie didn't care for at all.
"Ello, lass," he said to Kelsey.
"How the fuck did you get in here?" she asked him angrily, all the while kicking him repeatedly in the legs, but to no avail. Every time she brought her foot back it was like hitting wood. Very thick wood.
"Tha's fer me ta know."
"And for us to find out." She would find out, whether he wanted her to or not. However he got in, they could use to get out.
"No, no' exactly."
"Let me go!" She thrashed violently.
"No, ah don' t'ink so."
He sounds like such an idiot, Julie thought. The way he talks is way past elementary; he sounds like he has mental issues. The only pirate she knew of that didn't sound like a complete dunce when he spoke was Jack.
She was afraid of telling him to let Kelsey go, or say a word to anger him. She had no idea what he was capable of, and she didn't want him to hurt either one of them. He could let the other pirates in through whatever way he had come in as well.
So she just stood there anxiously, unsure of what to do while her friend tried with all her power to free herself.
The pirate's head suddenly snapped up to look at Julie. "If ye try anythin', I'll do worse than wha' ah'm 'bout ta do. Undastand?"
She gave a barely noticeable nod in reply and he grinned. "Good. Yer next, by the way." Then he whipped Kelsey around so that she was facing him, and swiftly shoved her against the wall, holding her there by pinning her shoulders back. Her struggles were in vain as he pressed his body against hers, and she could smell his putrid, rancid breath as his face came closer to hers. She felt ready to vomit as he slid his hands down to her sides and around to her bottom, pulling her even closer, if that was at all possible. She already felt more violated than she could ever remember being before. With her eyes, she tried to tell Julie to do something, anything, but it didn't seem like she understood. Dammit! she thought angrily. Come on, help me! "I'm goin to enjoy 'dis," he said, grinning again and showing off gray and yellowed teeth.
She curled her upper lip in disgust and again attempted to push him away, but didn't budge an inch. She tried to shift herself out of his grasp, squirming and sliding, but that had no effect either. He was too close for her to even stab at the idea of kicking him; she was unable to move her legs. She had no way of escape. I'm screwed if Julie doesn't do something soon, she thought gloomily. Literally screwed. She tried to push the thought from her mind and focus on getting away from him.
He spread her legs with his knees and moved in between them. She could feel him against her and she swallowed the bile that was rising in her throat.
"Get the fuck off me!" she screamed in the utterly dangerous voice that she only used when she was so angry that she could walk through the fires of hell and not notice; but it did no good.
She could feel his hands move from her bottom to her shirt, and she could feel, actually feel the grime on them as they slipped under onto her flat stomach and began moving up. She squirmed and fidgeted as much as she could, but it didn't help in the least. He leaned in towards her face and she pressed her lips together as tightly as she could manage and turned her face to the side, away. But he simply reached up and grabbed her chin with one hand, and the moment his repulsive, oily lips touched hers he was suddenly thrown away from her. He fell heavily to the floor, unconscious, and she looked over at Julie, who was holding one of the chairs in both her hands. She was shaking. She had had enough of the sight before her and had made the decision to stop him, after much debating with her fear. She couldn't believe what she had just done. She had forgotten her fright in those few seconds that she had grabbed the chair from the top of the bed and swung it as hard as she could. Kelsey took a closer look at the chair and raised her eyebrows. Julie had hit him so fiercely that she had cracked the object.
Kelsey came over to her. "Oh my God, thank you so much. It took ya long enough!" She really was grateful; but had Julie waited much longer. . .she didn't want to think about it. She felt so filthy, still remembering his touch.
"Well I'm sorry, okay? I just. . .got scared, that's all." She had never done anything so violent in all her life as what she just did.
"Scared of him?" she said, throwing a thumb over her shoulder at the unconscious pirate. "Please." What was there to be scared of? He was just a brainless pervert with muscles who preferred to think with his lower half rather than his brain. And if someone doesn't know how to use their brain. . .they most likely can't do much.
"We have to find out how he got in here," Julie said, lowering the chair to the floor.
"Yup." She looked around the room, searching for another entrance. She found none. She walked close to the walls and began looking them up and down, moving slowly around the room. Julie followed suite.
"And there it is," Kelsey announced. Julie came over to her to see.
"What? What is it?"
The other girl pointed to a hole at the bottom of the wall, just big enough for an adult to crawl through. They both got down on their hands and knees to look through.
It was a short tunnel; at the end there looked to be another room, which caught their attention.
"Come on, let's go," Julie said, immediately starting to move into it. Kelsey grabbed her shirt and pulled her back.
"Hold on. We don't know who else could be in there."
"No one! It's obviously his room."
Kelsey sighed. "If we get caught in there, it's your fault." She would humor her this once, in return for her incapacitation of the pirate.
Julie scrambled through the hole eagerly as her friend followed behind.
They came out on the other side and stood, taking in the room they were now in. It was rather sparse; a bed, a desk, and a chair.
"Not much better than the other room," Kelsey spoke with distaste.
Julie walked over to the desk and began searching through the drawers, hoping to find something useful. She spotted a bunch of nails in the top drawer and took them out. "Can we use these?" she asked Kelsey, holding them up.
"Maybe." She took them from her, and she continued rifling through the drawers.
"Found this," she said about a minute or so later, holding up a hammer. That, too, Kelsey took. "Nothing else," she announced after a short time.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
"Positive?" She didn't want to run the risk of overlooking something of importance that they could possibly use to their advantage.
"Yes!"
"Damn. Let's go then."
"Wait! Don't you think we should go up on deck? I mean, we can get out right now! This room isn't locked, and we could go up and take one of the rowboats!" She sounded hopeful, and waited for her friend's response.
Kelsey contemplated the idea. They could do that, and then they could row until they found the Black Pearl. But what were the chances of that? And there was so much danger in the plan anyway – first of all, there was getting caught while trying to steal the boat, which was what had happened before. Even if they did make it out to the ocean, there were sharks, which could easily flip the boat over or chew it up. They could starve. Another pirate ship could find them and kidnap them. If they stayed on this ship, they would be safer. Not safe, but safer. All they had to do was keep anyone from getting in, and they would be fine. She hoped. "No. Bad idea. We should stay on the ship."
"What? Why?"
"Because we'd be safer! If we go up on deck, they can easily get us while we're tying to take the rowboat." She didn't feel like listing all the things that could go wrong.
"But – but – how do you know?" She just wanted to get off the ship. That was the only thing on her mind. She needed to get off this godforsaken floating piece of hell, away from this sickening, vulgar crew.
"Because I do, okay?"
God did she hate that answer. "I'm not going back in that room."
"Oh yes you are! We'll use the nails to board up the hole with something, and just stay in there till we reach the cave. Then when we get there, if they finally do manage to get us out, we'll try to escape after they take us off the ship." It sounded simple enough, but she knew it wouldn't be. But she wasn't about to say that.
Julie considered it. It seemed like an okay plan; but she wanted to get off the ship so badly! She just wanted to get away, as far away as she could. "Fine," she reluctantly agreed after a few minutes of deliberation.
"Good. Let's go."
The two crawled back through the hole, but this time, while they were inside the tunnel, Kelsey picked up what looked to be boards that were strewn about haphazardly and carried them back to the room.
"What are those?" Julie asked as they emerged.
"What do they look like? They're boards. I found them in the tunnel. They must be from when that guy or whoever broke the walls to create it."
"And why do we need them?"
"So we can board up the hole, idiot." She hadn't meant to sound so harsh, but she wasn't in a very hospitable mood.
"Oh yeah."
"Yeah. But first we need to get this guy out of here, 'cause he's gonna wake up eventually."
"Okay, help me."
Kelsey set down the tools and boards and strode over to the unconscious man. She didn't want to touch him; she felt as if he was going to unexpectedly grab her and try to finish what he had started. Her skin was still crawling at the memory of what he had gotten accomplished. She picked up his arms as Julie picked up his legs. They tried to lift him – and barely got him an inch off the floor.
"Okay, he is way too heavy," Julie said.
"Ya think?" Kelsey replied sarcastically. "Let's just push him then."
"Good idea."
They both pushed and rolled him into the hole, stuffing him through it with difficulty, all the way to the other end, where he fell out into his room. Then they quickly crawled back to the cabin and snatched up the boards, hammer, and nails. They placed the first board at the top of the hole and started hammering the nails into the sides. Once the first one was done, they did the second, then the third, all the way down to the bottom, making sure there were absolutely no cracks between them.
Once they were finished, they took the chairs and pushed them up against the boards, then sat back and stood.
"Much better," Kelsey said, satisfied.
The pirates that had been pounding thunderously on the door and shouting at the top of their lungs seemed to have finally given up, and all was quiet.
A/N: Okay, this chapter was just to show what was happening to Kelsey and Julie. Kay? Kay. And it's my longest chapter so far. Go me. Please review!
Chapter Nine
Kelsey and Julie had been confined to a room that contained only a large bed and a few chairs. Virtually nothing compared to Jack's quarters aboard the Black Pearl, which had held a large bed, a cot, a wooden table complete with chairs, a bookcase, and a hefty cupboard that retained his many swords.
Kelsey had so far spent her time locked in there venting her frustration by repeatedly delivering severe blows to the pillows on the bed, kicking the wall with such force Julie swore her foot was ready to go right through, and swearing. Julie had never heard so many four-letter words strung together in all her life, even from her bitch of a mother. It had never taken that much to get Kelsey mad; it was actually quite easy; so now one could only fathom the depths of the utter rage she was experiencing.
Julie sat on one of the chairs, trying her best to keep her distance, wishing not to get in the way and be hurt by her friend's rampage. She knew that Kelsey would not express her aggravation against her, but she did know that if she interfered while the other girl was taking it out on everything else around her, she would presumably get severely injured whether her friend meant for her to or not. Kelsey had never been one to keep calm very often, particularly in situations like this. Of course she had never been in a predicament like this before, but it was one of the most dreadful and distressing and it angered her to know that she was being kept prisoner against her will with very little knowledge of what anyone on this ship was arranging, besides the obvious.
At first Kelsey had hammered on the door with her fists several times until it stung and screamed for the "assholes to let her out," but after a large amount of time with no response to this she moved on to beating the pillows and walls, sometimes the mattress as well, as if they were punching bags, and Julie was just waiting to see stuffing start coming out of them.
Julie knew better than to even utter a word to her; after all, she wasn't imprudent. If she made any effort at all to calm Kelsey down, she knew whatever she could come up with would only fall on deaf ears and it would just be a futile attempt. She'd doubtlessly wind up getting her ears blown out as well. So once Kelsey had begun her storm of fury, Julie had taken a seat as far away as she could manage and had stayed silent. She guessed that Kelsey hadn't been this violent when they were first transported onto the ship, but then again she hadn't really established what was transpiring. Now that she did, she wasn't about to just sit there and do nothing about it.
Julie also assumed that in all probability the reason that the crew had yet to enter was a result of Kelsey's rebellion; who would want to deal with that? Knowing Kelsey, it would take at least six of them to restrain her, and Julie presumed that they didn't really feel up to fighting her much. She couldn't blame them. She had angered her friend before – no fun there.
It was at least an hour before Kelsey finally relaxed – well, at least until she finished attempting to kill everything around her. Julie couldn't exactly be sure of how long it was; she didn't have a watch, and the captain had no clock in his cabin. She wasn't extremely bothered; she was just appreciative of the fact that Kelsey had stopped. The girl scared her when she acted like that.
Now her friend took a seat on the bed, breathing rather heavily. Her eyes showed nothing but anger as she stared at the wall.
Julie wasn't convinced it was entirely safe to get up, but she chose to risk it. Maybe now she could try to talk to Kelsey without getting her head ripped off.
She slowly stood and cautiously walked over to the other girl, half expecting her to turn and started bellowing some more. When she didn't, she placed herself on the bed, a couple feet from her. At first she said nothing, almost too anxious to speak. After about a minute or so, she said timidly, "Kelsey?"
Kelsey didn't react for quite a few moments. Then she slowly turned her head to look at her friend. She had that dead-serious look on her face that had always intimidated Julie, who was such a passive person. She didn't reply.
Julie could think of naught to say at first. She wanted to say something, anything, that would comfort and calm Kelsey, but she hadn't a clue if that was possible at the moment. She gathered her thoughts together and then spoke gently, "We're gonna get off this ship. Ariana's still on the Black Pearl and she'll be coming after us. She'll get to us before we reach that cave. Don't worry. Everything'll be okay."
Kelsey was almost in disbelief, though she didn't show it. How could this girl possibly think that everything was going to be okay? What was going through her mind? Did she really feel that they would disembark from this ship before they reached the cave? There was no way it was going to happen, and she knew it. What were the chances of the Black Pearl finding them before they got there? There were no chances. "If you think that we're going to get off this ship, then something is seriously wrong with you."
"Okay, just listen to me. Ariana can convince Jack to come after us, if he hasn't already. They're gonna reach us before we get there. I –"
"It's not going to happen." She said it with such a serious tone that Julie was taken aback for a moment. "Don't you get it?"
She didn't respond for several seconds, unsure of what to say. She didn't want to anger Kelsey any more, but it was essential that she make her understand that all hope was not lost. Not yet, anyway. "Look, I know you're pissed off and everything, I am too. But we have to look on the positive side."
"Oh? And what side is that? That side doesn't exist. Only in your screwed up mind." Kelsey tended to be rather cruel when she was angry, and she often said things she didn't mean, but her true friends knew deep down she loved them. But right now she wasn't concerned.
"It does exist, you just don't believe in it. You have to believe in it." She was aware of how ridiculous she sounded, but it really had no matter to her at the moment.
Kelsey looked at her with a "you're insane" look and replied, "That's pathetic. That is really pathetic." She also had a tendency to use that word.
"Yeah, maybe it is. But so what? Who cares? How do you know that Ariana and Jack aren't on their way right now?" She tried a different tactic; see if Kelsey could answer truthfully, because the truth was exactly what she didn't want to say.
"Because I just do, all right?" She was sick of arguing about this.
"No, not all right. Tell me you believe that they're coming for us."
"You're an idiot."
"Tell me! I wanna hear it!" She ignored Kelsey's last comment.
"Fine. You're an idiot!"
"You know that's not what I was talking about."
"I don't care."
"God, you're stubborn!"
"Yep, that's me!" Her tone was dry.
"Okay, fine. Be that way. We'll see what you think when Ariana and Jack come and save us."
"Whatever." Her friend then turned and lay flat down on her stomach across the bed.
Julie stayed where she was, deliberating. She was right, wasn't she? Ariana had to have told Jack to come and rescue them. They were her best friends; it would've been the first thing she did. Nothing mattered more to her than her friends; friendship was a big thing with her. So Julie knew that she had ordered Jack to come after them. But what if Jack had said no? What if he didn't care and they weren't on their way? Was he that heartless? He couldn't be. Could he? No. No way. She didn't believe it. After all, they were only teenagers; he had to save them.
She was ripped from her thoughts by the sound of loud, thumping footsteps. She snapped her head in the direction of the door and she could hear them growing louder, coming closer. Her heart began beating rapidly as she realized that it was the pirates, and large knot grew immediately in her stomach as she felt an icy chill of fear. Kelsey had stopped screaming her head off and pulverizing everything in sight, so now they were prepared to take advantage of that.
Kelsey had jumped up from the bed the minute she heard the footsteps and now she was ordering Julie to do the same.
"Why?"
"Just get off! NOW! And help me!"
Julie complied and watched as Kelsey began to try and push the bed. She realized what she was doing and ran around to help. Together they shoved with all their might, and her back started to hurt as they got close to the door. About ten or fifteen seconds later, the bed was firmly up against it, keeping anyone who attempted to get in out.
"Ow. Back. Pain," Julie lightly complained, stretching backwards and putting a hand on her back.
"Suck it up," Kelsey told her. She was always being tough. She never showed any real emotions; sadness, hurt, pain. She thought they were weak, and had been burned in the past for showing them. Julie sort of admired her for that – only because she was able to hold her emotions in when it was necessary and stay strong. If you showed people you had no weakness, they would leave you alone. Julie had never had that ability. She tried to be tough, but it never worked. Whenever she did, she more often than not was laughed at because it was so obvious.
They both jumped slightly as the pirates outside began ramming forcefully into the door.
"Ye can' stay cooped up fureva!" they heard one yell.
"Says you!" Kelsey shouted back. Then she turned to Julie. "Anything else we can pile up here?"
The other girl searched the room with her eyes, and her gaze fell upon the chairs. "Yeah! The chairs!"
The two of them ran over, took hold of them, and raced back to the door. Kelsey positioned hers so that one leg was under the doorknob and across the thin crack between the door and the wall. Julie threw hers beside it. They placed the third one on top of the other two and stepped back.
The pirates outside were still beating on the door and bellowing threats. Some of them were cursing over and over.
Julie was frightened that they would somehow break down the wooden door or chop through it with something; that wouldn't be too difficult. Kelsey just grinned; if she was scared, Julie had no idea. She certainly didn't appear scared. In fact, she seemed rather amused.
Her grin suddenly evaporated and her eyes widened as she was seized from behind. Julie spun to see one of the crewmembers, looking very smug. He had a hold of both Kelsey's arms and was looking down at her with an expression Julie didn't care for at all.
"Ello, lass," he said to Kelsey.
"How the fuck did you get in here?" she asked him angrily, all the while kicking him repeatedly in the legs, but to no avail. Every time she brought her foot back it was like hitting wood. Very thick wood.
"Tha's fer me ta know."
"And for us to find out." She would find out, whether he wanted her to or not. However he got in, they could use to get out.
"No, no' exactly."
"Let me go!" She thrashed violently.
"No, ah don' t'ink so."
He sounds like such an idiot, Julie thought. The way he talks is way past elementary; he sounds like he has mental issues. The only pirate she knew of that didn't sound like a complete dunce when he spoke was Jack.
She was afraid of telling him to let Kelsey go, or say a word to anger him. She had no idea what he was capable of, and she didn't want him to hurt either one of them. He could let the other pirates in through whatever way he had come in as well.
So she just stood there anxiously, unsure of what to do while her friend tried with all her power to free herself.
The pirate's head suddenly snapped up to look at Julie. "If ye try anythin', I'll do worse than wha' ah'm 'bout ta do. Undastand?"
She gave a barely noticeable nod in reply and he grinned. "Good. Yer next, by the way." Then he whipped Kelsey around so that she was facing him, and swiftly shoved her against the wall, holding her there by pinning her shoulders back. Her struggles were in vain as he pressed his body against hers, and she could smell his putrid, rancid breath as his face came closer to hers. She felt ready to vomit as he slid his hands down to her sides and around to her bottom, pulling her even closer, if that was at all possible. She already felt more violated than she could ever remember being before. With her eyes, she tried to tell Julie to do something, anything, but it didn't seem like she understood. Dammit! she thought angrily. Come on, help me! "I'm goin to enjoy 'dis," he said, grinning again and showing off gray and yellowed teeth.
She curled her upper lip in disgust and again attempted to push him away, but didn't budge an inch. She tried to shift herself out of his grasp, squirming and sliding, but that had no effect either. He was too close for her to even stab at the idea of kicking him; she was unable to move her legs. She had no way of escape. I'm screwed if Julie doesn't do something soon, she thought gloomily. Literally screwed. She tried to push the thought from her mind and focus on getting away from him.
He spread her legs with his knees and moved in between them. She could feel him against her and she swallowed the bile that was rising in her throat.
"Get the fuck off me!" she screamed in the utterly dangerous voice that she only used when she was so angry that she could walk through the fires of hell and not notice; but it did no good.
She could feel his hands move from her bottom to her shirt, and she could feel, actually feel the grime on them as they slipped under onto her flat stomach and began moving up. She squirmed and fidgeted as much as she could, but it didn't help in the least. He leaned in towards her face and she pressed her lips together as tightly as she could manage and turned her face to the side, away. But he simply reached up and grabbed her chin with one hand, and the moment his repulsive, oily lips touched hers he was suddenly thrown away from her. He fell heavily to the floor, unconscious, and she looked over at Julie, who was holding one of the chairs in both her hands. She was shaking. She had had enough of the sight before her and had made the decision to stop him, after much debating with her fear. She couldn't believe what she had just done. She had forgotten her fright in those few seconds that she had grabbed the chair from the top of the bed and swung it as hard as she could. Kelsey took a closer look at the chair and raised her eyebrows. Julie had hit him so fiercely that she had cracked the object.
Kelsey came over to her. "Oh my God, thank you so much. It took ya long enough!" She really was grateful; but had Julie waited much longer. . .she didn't want to think about it. She felt so filthy, still remembering his touch.
"Well I'm sorry, okay? I just. . .got scared, that's all." She had never done anything so violent in all her life as what she just did.
"Scared of him?" she said, throwing a thumb over her shoulder at the unconscious pirate. "Please." What was there to be scared of? He was just a brainless pervert with muscles who preferred to think with his lower half rather than his brain. And if someone doesn't know how to use their brain. . .they most likely can't do much.
"We have to find out how he got in here," Julie said, lowering the chair to the floor.
"Yup." She looked around the room, searching for another entrance. She found none. She walked close to the walls and began looking them up and down, moving slowly around the room. Julie followed suite.
"And there it is," Kelsey announced. Julie came over to her to see.
"What? What is it?"
The other girl pointed to a hole at the bottom of the wall, just big enough for an adult to crawl through. They both got down on their hands and knees to look through.
It was a short tunnel; at the end there looked to be another room, which caught their attention.
"Come on, let's go," Julie said, immediately starting to move into it. Kelsey grabbed her shirt and pulled her back.
"Hold on. We don't know who else could be in there."
"No one! It's obviously his room."
Kelsey sighed. "If we get caught in there, it's your fault." She would humor her this once, in return for her incapacitation of the pirate.
Julie scrambled through the hole eagerly as her friend followed behind.
They came out on the other side and stood, taking in the room they were now in. It was rather sparse; a bed, a desk, and a chair.
"Not much better than the other room," Kelsey spoke with distaste.
Julie walked over to the desk and began searching through the drawers, hoping to find something useful. She spotted a bunch of nails in the top drawer and took them out. "Can we use these?" she asked Kelsey, holding them up.
"Maybe." She took them from her, and she continued rifling through the drawers.
"Found this," she said about a minute or so later, holding up a hammer. That, too, Kelsey took. "Nothing else," she announced after a short time.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
"Positive?" She didn't want to run the risk of overlooking something of importance that they could possibly use to their advantage.
"Yes!"
"Damn. Let's go then."
"Wait! Don't you think we should go up on deck? I mean, we can get out right now! This room isn't locked, and we could go up and take one of the rowboats!" She sounded hopeful, and waited for her friend's response.
Kelsey contemplated the idea. They could do that, and then they could row until they found the Black Pearl. But what were the chances of that? And there was so much danger in the plan anyway – first of all, there was getting caught while trying to steal the boat, which was what had happened before. Even if they did make it out to the ocean, there were sharks, which could easily flip the boat over or chew it up. They could starve. Another pirate ship could find them and kidnap them. If they stayed on this ship, they would be safer. Not safe, but safer. All they had to do was keep anyone from getting in, and they would be fine. She hoped. "No. Bad idea. We should stay on the ship."
"What? Why?"
"Because we'd be safer! If we go up on deck, they can easily get us while we're tying to take the rowboat." She didn't feel like listing all the things that could go wrong.
"But – but – how do you know?" She just wanted to get off the ship. That was the only thing on her mind. She needed to get off this godforsaken floating piece of hell, away from this sickening, vulgar crew.
"Because I do, okay?"
God did she hate that answer. "I'm not going back in that room."
"Oh yes you are! We'll use the nails to board up the hole with something, and just stay in there till we reach the cave. Then when we get there, if they finally do manage to get us out, we'll try to escape after they take us off the ship." It sounded simple enough, but she knew it wouldn't be. But she wasn't about to say that.
Julie considered it. It seemed like an okay plan; but she wanted to get off the ship so badly! She just wanted to get away, as far away as she could. "Fine," she reluctantly agreed after a few minutes of deliberation.
"Good. Let's go."
The two crawled back through the hole, but this time, while they were inside the tunnel, Kelsey picked up what looked to be boards that were strewn about haphazardly and carried them back to the room.
"What are those?" Julie asked as they emerged.
"What do they look like? They're boards. I found them in the tunnel. They must be from when that guy or whoever broke the walls to create it."
"And why do we need them?"
"So we can board up the hole, idiot." She hadn't meant to sound so harsh, but she wasn't in a very hospitable mood.
"Oh yeah."
"Yeah. But first we need to get this guy out of here, 'cause he's gonna wake up eventually."
"Okay, help me."
Kelsey set down the tools and boards and strode over to the unconscious man. She didn't want to touch him; she felt as if he was going to unexpectedly grab her and try to finish what he had started. Her skin was still crawling at the memory of what he had gotten accomplished. She picked up his arms as Julie picked up his legs. They tried to lift him – and barely got him an inch off the floor.
"Okay, he is way too heavy," Julie said.
"Ya think?" Kelsey replied sarcastically. "Let's just push him then."
"Good idea."
They both pushed and rolled him into the hole, stuffing him through it with difficulty, all the way to the other end, where he fell out into his room. Then they quickly crawled back to the cabin and snatched up the boards, hammer, and nails. They placed the first board at the top of the hole and started hammering the nails into the sides. Once the first one was done, they did the second, then the third, all the way down to the bottom, making sure there were absolutely no cracks between them.
Once they were finished, they took the chairs and pushed them up against the boards, then sat back and stood.
"Much better," Kelsey said, satisfied.
The pirates that had been pounding thunderously on the door and shouting at the top of their lungs seemed to have finally given up, and all was quiet.
A/N: Okay, this chapter was just to show what was happening to Kelsey and Julie. Kay? Kay. And it's my longest chapter so far. Go me. Please review!
