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Sui Generis
Chapter 2: Marooned
Lor woke to darkness. Her red, wet hair clung to her equally wet cheeks. She opened her eyes slowly, only to find herself gazing up at the ceiling of her brig. "Wha' th' 'ell?" she mumbled to herself.
She squinted her eyes slightly as a dull throbbing slowly started in her head. As she started to move her hands to her head, she was startled to find that she couldn't. Lor jerked her head up to look above her, immediately regretting it as the dull throbbing in her head turned to a roar, only to find that her arms had been shackled to a wall in the cell.
Lor tugged at the chains gently, and then, as her anger started to rise, she pulled at them with as much strength as she could muster. A stab of pain in her side caused her to stop her movements. She looked down slowly so as not to make her headache even worse, and noticed the pool of blood growing on her white shirt. I remember now, she thought.
"Captain?" called out a small voice.
She turned her head to the left, her eyes widening as she noticed the rest of her crew locked in the cell next to hers. "Mr. Skids?" she asked, recognizing the voice of her youngest crewmember. The boy was only fifteen, she remembered throwing a birthday celebration for him. He had been on her ship for only a year, ever since she had found him on the streets of Tortuga, orphaned and homeless.
"Captain, are ya alright?" he asked.
"Aye, Mr. Skids. I'll be fine. And you?"
"Unharmed, Cap'n," the elderly Conroy replied. "Are ya sure yer alright lass? Yer bleedin' somethin' fierce."
Lor winced as she shifted on the floor slightly. "I'll be fine, Mr. Conroy. Just worry about yourselves."
Lor's attention was drawn to the stairway in front of her as a man appeared there. "Ah, yer awake. I was 'opin' ya wouldn't die that easily."
She glared at him. "You bastard. What do ya want?"
"You 'ave somethin' that I want lass. Just give it ta me, an' I'll let alluvya go."
"Let us go?" she replied, letting out a bark of laughter. "Where? In the middle of the ocean?"
"No, no, lass. I'm sure I could find ya a nice rock somewhere."
"Is that the choice ya gave me father, ya bastard? Or did ye just murder 'im in 'is sleep?"
Skinner laughed, "No, lass. It took awhile ta kill 'im. I 'ad a little fun wit' 'im first." He unlocked the cell door, and then entered the barred room slowly, a sneer covering his face. "'Tis amazin' 'ow long ya can torture a man before 'e actually dies, isn't it?" he asked, stopping a few feet away from her.
A cloud of anger passed over Lor's face as she heard his words. "You murderous bastard!" she screamed as she lashed out with her right foot, kicking Skinner in the stomach. Lor could hear footsteps enter the cell as Skinner doubled over and groaned. Two pairs of hands gripped her legs, crushing them into the hard wood floor.
A fist connected with her jaw, stopping her struggles. Skinner gripped her face between his fingers. "I would not do that again if I were ye, lass. Otherwise I could find ya a nice spot in the ocean fer ya ta float in."
Lor glared up at him, her eyes blazing, but said nothing. "All I want, lass, is the map."
"Whaa mmp?" she mumbled, her words coming out unclear since his hand was covering her mouth.
Skinner laughed, and then removed his hand. "Repeat that, lass."
"What map?" she growled.
"Don't play wit' me lass. I know ya 'ave it. Only ye an' yer father knew of the map. Now tell me where it is."
"I don't 'ave a bloody map! If I did, don't you think I would've used it by now?"
Skinner smirked down at her, trailing his fingers down her neck and chest to her wounded side. In one quick movement, he pushed his hand into her wound. Unable to hold it back, a scream of pain erupted from her mouth. Through her pain, Lor could hear something slam against the cell bars and a voice called out. "Leave 'er alone, ya damn fool!"
A gun was cocked and pointed at Conroy. "If ye make another outburst, I'll make sure 'e puts a bullet between yer eyes," Skinner growled out. "All she 'as ta do is give me the map."
"I don't 'ave it, ya idiot," she ground out through clenched teeth. She could feel tears of pain sliding down her cheeks. "Per'aps yer information was wrong."
"I don't think so lass. I know ya 'ave it, all I 'ave ta do, is figure out where it is."
"It's up your . . ." she started to say, but stopped as he backhanded her across the face, his knuckles hitting the bruised flesh on her cheek.
Skinner erupted into cruel laughter, and then stood up and left her cell, his two men following after him.
Lor awoke to a pair of hands unlocking the shackles that bound her to the brig wall. She opened her one, unswollen eye to stare up at the pirate that knelt above her. The man said nothing to her as he grabbed her by the upper arm and pulled her to her feet.
Her knees buckled under her weight and she collapsed on all fours, the wood scraping her bare hands. The pirate grabbed her by the arm again and pulled her to her roughly to her feet. "Move," he said, and pushed her roughly from behind. Lor stumbled slightly, and then straightened as much as she could with her bruised back.
The pirate herded Lor up the stairs to the main deck, where the other ten pirates that had mutinied against her waited. She narrowed her good eye slightly, guarding it from the bright rays of the sun. The man stopped her by the railing of her ship. A boat had been raised to deck level and several of Skinner's men already sat inside of it.
Skinner walked up and looked down at her. Lor glared up at him with her one eye, the other one had become swollen shut being hit by Skinner over and over. "That look isn't very effective wit' only one eye, lass," he gave a bark of laughter, then trailed his hand down her bruised face. "Anyway, lass, I just wanted to let ya know that I found that rock in the ocean fer ya. I'm sure you'll find it very comfy."
Lor looked past him to the cluster of rocks that he had pointed to. She knew that he planned to leave her there to die. "Burn in 'ell, bastard. You'll pay for yer crimes."
Skinner smirked. "Yes, well, believe what ya wish. I, on the other 'and, don't see any way ye'll get off yer rock. It be three days to the nearest island, as you well know."
Lor bristled in anger. Yes, she knew how far it was to the nearest island. Three days ago, Skinner had forced her to watch as he marooned her crew on a large island. Now he planned to leave her on a rock and take her ship! "No," she whispered. "No! I won't let you take my ship!"
In one quick movement, adrenaline running through her veins, Lor lunged at Skinner, hoping to at least injure him before they put her down. Skinner blocked her punch, then grabbed a fistful of her hair and slammed her against him. "Nice try, lass, but ye'll not escape." With that, he pulled her face to his in a rough kiss.
AN: I promise I won't keep leaving you in suspense! Next: Chapter 3: Saved. With Jack!
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