Disclaimer- Of course I don't own anything! Cept Madison!! OH and Johnny
Depp...I have him locked in my basement! Mwhahaha!...oh wait..I don't have
a basement...='(
Chapter 11
Madison--
So, I didn't listen to Jack and look where I was. In the gallows of a pirate ship, sobbing louder than a cannons fire.
Had I not been so stupid, I would still be with Jack and perhaps in his arms. But, like always, I didn't listen, and now, I was going to die for sure. I brought my legs up to my knees and put my chin on them, sighing.
Someone had opened the gallow door and was now walking down the steps, slowly. The captain of the ship, who's name was Captain Boone, smiled at me, making his yellow teeth gleam in the moonlight.
"Allo darlin'." He unlocked the cage and stepped in, passing infront of the sliver of moonlight that was the only light I had.
I looked up at him with a glare as he jerked me up off the floor. "C'mon..You 'ave a job t' do." I cringed as he whispered in my ear, making my stomach churn. His breath smelled like garlic, and I couldn't think to describe the rest.
I was shoved up the stairs, my wrists chained together by a man with arms bigger that my whole body. After I was shackled, I was shoved into another man who was just as big, but alot more rough.
He jerked the chains, sending me crashing to the deck. I put out my hands to stop me, but my cheek hit the floor, busting my lip immediately.
"Get 'ER UP!!" I screamed in pain as I was lifted once again by the man, and carried down the stairs on the opposite side of the ship from the gallows and into a dimly lit room. I was set in a chair in front of a large desk with a map pinned to it's surface.
"Where is the cannal?" Captain Boone pointed to the map as I wiped my lip of the blood that was pouring down my chin. "I will never tell you. You filthy BASTARD!!"
As soon as the insult came out of my mouth, the large man slapped the back of his hand across my jaw, making me scream.
"Ye will tell us bitch. Or ye be left for the sharks." I looked up at him, sniffing before raising a shakey hand to the map, letting it drop on a small patch of land near South America. "There's...a river that's wide enough to sail through."
My voice cracked and I heard a small sigh of satisfaction. "Send her to the crew..I 'ave no more use of 'er. She'd make a nice pet though eh?" I cried out suddenly, shaking my head and kicking as the man grabbed my arms, pulling me out of the room.
"NO!! You can' do this please!! Please!!" I could feel my heart shattering right then. "If you have any shred of humanity left inside you, please, do not do this to me."
"My God woman...Look aroun' you...We've long lost any shred o' humanity we e'er had." I cried again as the captain shut the door in my face, waving with a wicked grin.
"NO!!!!!!!" No matter how hard I kicked and bit the mans arm, he never let go. That is, until I was in the dining room with the rest of the crew.
About 20 men all sat around looking at me as I stared back at them, fearing them with everythign I had. "'Ere you are, lads! She's all yours." I screamed as the shackles were removed and I was once again shoved into someone.
I sat up and stared wide-eyed into a man's face. His skin was tan, and covered in dirt, but also, one of his eyes went to the left while the other was straight. His hands curled around my wrists as he stood up, holding my hands in the air.
"Who wan's t' see da bitch bleed?" A round of 'aye's passed around the room as I squirmed trying to escape. "Please..no.."
He laughed, howling slightly before coughing. "I jus' love em, when dey beg!" Another man stood up, not looking any better than the one holding me. I glared and spit on his chest, making them all laugh again.
He held a dagger in his hand however, and an evil grin on his face. With one slice, my shirt was cut and ripped, exposing my stomach. There was a chant now passing around the room.
Terror filled my eyes as I realized what they were saying. "Beat her...Cut her...Rape her..." "LET HER GO!" I stopped squirming as the man behind me, holding my arms went flying to the floor.
I turned around and saw a man, about in his mid twenties starring at the whole crew. "You disgust me all.." My jaw dropped slowly as I let my eyes wonder the full length of his body.
His black pants fit around his waist and fell to his boots, where they were cut but my eyes were stuck on his torso. His muscles were perfectly rippeling under his skin, which hugged them tightly. I
n the middle of my gazing, the man took my arm and led me up the stairs to the corridor where the sleeping quarters were.
"Forgive them..They've been to sea for almost 3 months with no sign of women." I nodded, speechless as he took the shackles off of my wrists, throwing them to the floor just outside of his room.
"I warned my father about going on this...foolish journey. But, we all knew of your fathers fame." I nodded until he mentioned my father.
"Wait...you knew my father?" He nodded slowly before kneeling infront of me as I sat on the small cot in the corner of the room. "He was nice." I nodded and decided to ask him about it later. "Thank you for saving me...uhm."
"Draven." He stood up and rumaged through a trunk before pulling out a few blankets, tossing one to me. "Im assuming my father will need you again. He told me to go get you after you were sent away. I'm sorry he's doing this to you."
For the first time, I noticed his speech wasn't as poor and accented like the rest. It was more educated like my own.
"It is not your fault. Do not apologize for someone else's actions." Draven smiled and put a hand to my cheek before touching my shoulder.
"You're a nice woman." A blush crept up on my face and I pulled away from him closing my eyes. He looked away and stood up, pointing to a small chest of drawers in the corner.
"There are some clothes that might fit you in there...I bid thee a goodnight." He lowered his head in a small bow and shut the door. A sigh escaped my lips as I traced the small scar on my stomach where the stupid little bastard cut me.
I raised my hands so I was looking at the scars on my hands where I fell that day in the Black Pearl. Jack had bandaged them and I knew then that I couldn't resist him.
But, if only I had told him how I feel then, perhaps I would still be there, with him. Or at least I would have the chance to be with him the way I was longing to know.
I yawned and leaned over, falling on the pillow and falling asleep immediately.
AN- So sorry this is short. But..I've had alot to do in the past week not to mention a bit of writers block. Will Madison still be in love with Jack after the next few weeks? Or will temptation rear it's ugly head. Ok, temptation can be cool sometimes....*shakes head* SORRY! bye!! (thankies to EVERYONE!!!)
Chapter 11
Madison--
So, I didn't listen to Jack and look where I was. In the gallows of a pirate ship, sobbing louder than a cannons fire.
Had I not been so stupid, I would still be with Jack and perhaps in his arms. But, like always, I didn't listen, and now, I was going to die for sure. I brought my legs up to my knees and put my chin on them, sighing.
Someone had opened the gallow door and was now walking down the steps, slowly. The captain of the ship, who's name was Captain Boone, smiled at me, making his yellow teeth gleam in the moonlight.
"Allo darlin'." He unlocked the cage and stepped in, passing infront of the sliver of moonlight that was the only light I had.
I looked up at him with a glare as he jerked me up off the floor. "C'mon..You 'ave a job t' do." I cringed as he whispered in my ear, making my stomach churn. His breath smelled like garlic, and I couldn't think to describe the rest.
I was shoved up the stairs, my wrists chained together by a man with arms bigger that my whole body. After I was shackled, I was shoved into another man who was just as big, but alot more rough.
He jerked the chains, sending me crashing to the deck. I put out my hands to stop me, but my cheek hit the floor, busting my lip immediately.
"Get 'ER UP!!" I screamed in pain as I was lifted once again by the man, and carried down the stairs on the opposite side of the ship from the gallows and into a dimly lit room. I was set in a chair in front of a large desk with a map pinned to it's surface.
"Where is the cannal?" Captain Boone pointed to the map as I wiped my lip of the blood that was pouring down my chin. "I will never tell you. You filthy BASTARD!!"
As soon as the insult came out of my mouth, the large man slapped the back of his hand across my jaw, making me scream.
"Ye will tell us bitch. Or ye be left for the sharks." I looked up at him, sniffing before raising a shakey hand to the map, letting it drop on a small patch of land near South America. "There's...a river that's wide enough to sail through."
My voice cracked and I heard a small sigh of satisfaction. "Send her to the crew..I 'ave no more use of 'er. She'd make a nice pet though eh?" I cried out suddenly, shaking my head and kicking as the man grabbed my arms, pulling me out of the room.
"NO!! You can' do this please!! Please!!" I could feel my heart shattering right then. "If you have any shred of humanity left inside you, please, do not do this to me."
"My God woman...Look aroun' you...We've long lost any shred o' humanity we e'er had." I cried again as the captain shut the door in my face, waving with a wicked grin.
"NO!!!!!!!" No matter how hard I kicked and bit the mans arm, he never let go. That is, until I was in the dining room with the rest of the crew.
About 20 men all sat around looking at me as I stared back at them, fearing them with everythign I had. "'Ere you are, lads! She's all yours." I screamed as the shackles were removed and I was once again shoved into someone.
I sat up and stared wide-eyed into a man's face. His skin was tan, and covered in dirt, but also, one of his eyes went to the left while the other was straight. His hands curled around my wrists as he stood up, holding my hands in the air.
"Who wan's t' see da bitch bleed?" A round of 'aye's passed around the room as I squirmed trying to escape. "Please..no.."
He laughed, howling slightly before coughing. "I jus' love em, when dey beg!" Another man stood up, not looking any better than the one holding me. I glared and spit on his chest, making them all laugh again.
He held a dagger in his hand however, and an evil grin on his face. With one slice, my shirt was cut and ripped, exposing my stomach. There was a chant now passing around the room.
Terror filled my eyes as I realized what they were saying. "Beat her...Cut her...Rape her..." "LET HER GO!" I stopped squirming as the man behind me, holding my arms went flying to the floor.
I turned around and saw a man, about in his mid twenties starring at the whole crew. "You disgust me all.." My jaw dropped slowly as I let my eyes wonder the full length of his body.
His black pants fit around his waist and fell to his boots, where they were cut but my eyes were stuck on his torso. His muscles were perfectly rippeling under his skin, which hugged them tightly. I
n the middle of my gazing, the man took my arm and led me up the stairs to the corridor where the sleeping quarters were.
"Forgive them..They've been to sea for almost 3 months with no sign of women." I nodded, speechless as he took the shackles off of my wrists, throwing them to the floor just outside of his room.
"I warned my father about going on this...foolish journey. But, we all knew of your fathers fame." I nodded until he mentioned my father.
"Wait...you knew my father?" He nodded slowly before kneeling infront of me as I sat on the small cot in the corner of the room. "He was nice." I nodded and decided to ask him about it later. "Thank you for saving me...uhm."
"Draven." He stood up and rumaged through a trunk before pulling out a few blankets, tossing one to me. "Im assuming my father will need you again. He told me to go get you after you were sent away. I'm sorry he's doing this to you."
For the first time, I noticed his speech wasn't as poor and accented like the rest. It was more educated like my own.
"It is not your fault. Do not apologize for someone else's actions." Draven smiled and put a hand to my cheek before touching my shoulder.
"You're a nice woman." A blush crept up on my face and I pulled away from him closing my eyes. He looked away and stood up, pointing to a small chest of drawers in the corner.
"There are some clothes that might fit you in there...I bid thee a goodnight." He lowered his head in a small bow and shut the door. A sigh escaped my lips as I traced the small scar on my stomach where the stupid little bastard cut me.
I raised my hands so I was looking at the scars on my hands where I fell that day in the Black Pearl. Jack had bandaged them and I knew then that I couldn't resist him.
But, if only I had told him how I feel then, perhaps I would still be there, with him. Or at least I would have the chance to be with him the way I was longing to know.
I yawned and leaned over, falling on the pillow and falling asleep immediately.
AN- So sorry this is short. But..I've had alot to do in the past week not to mention a bit of writers block. Will Madison still be in love with Jack after the next few weeks? Or will temptation rear it's ugly head. Ok, temptation can be cool sometimes....*shakes head* SORRY! bye!! (thankies to EVERYONE!!!)