Chapter 14:

A/N: Good morning maties! Ah another day, another dawn another blissfully sweet experience, or so I was told by a very poetic friend. Well here is the next chapter to my story please read on and I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I don't own POTC, DANG THOSE STUPID SCURVY DOGS WHO STOLE IT FROM ME! IT WAS MY IDEA, I TELL YOU! MINE! *Mickey appears out of no where with his pistol aimed* Oh! I mean I don't own anything! It's all his! *points to Mickey who nods and then walks off* Phew! *wipes brow*

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I wiped my brow with the faded green bandana before wrapping it around my head and placing my floppy hat back on top of my head. Little droplets of salty sweat poured from my forehead and trickled down my cheeks and over my chapped lips. There was a thud as some of the clumsy navy sailors dropped a trunk onto the deck floor. They were bringing anything of value from the other ship aboard with them, said it was all pillaged goods and they need to confiscate it. Confiscate my ass! They just wanted to make a few measly bucks off of the treasure of pirates and the like.

That devil of a commodore knew exactly what he was doing regardless of what he said. He probably had his own private stash of "confiscated goods". I swung around to face the gentlemen with the trunk when I heard yet another thud as the stupid curs dropped it again. "Can't we get a bloody move on already? I'm sick of waiting around for you hoity-toity high-flown cads to get your fair share of our booty! So would you get a flaming move on?"

They looked up at me with disgust their eyes dark and full of greed; as they picked the wood trunk up again the lid slid off and a lady's dowry along with a journal and other small trinkets fell out. For a moments time the men just starred at it after which they tried to re-pack it into the trunk, but my shouts kept them from doing so.

As I made my way over slowly I noticed several familiar things about the objects within the trunk. The dress that was shoved in the holds of the box was full of dust and yet it was still so beautiful. I leaned over and let my fingers explore the creases of the dress catching the small lace trim around the neck and chest line. It was an enchanting color of spectacular jade green with the soft feel of velvet but the heavy weight of brocade along with the raised design of roses and other small flowers.

The men gawked at my awe of the gown, I had never done this before but there was something about that dress. I knew it from somewhere; I had felt that fabric before. I snapped back to reality and stood straight once more yelling at the sailors to get a move on that I did not wish to see that trunk again, though that was not true. I planned to find out everything I could about that trunk and why it held such a power over me.

When my eyes had left the confounds of the container they couldn't help but wonder over to the rather depressed William Turner. He slouched forward leaning against the rail of the ship no doubt remembering past voyages or adventures that had better outcomes than this one. I couldn't help but feeling bad for what I had said to him, and how I had announced about his feelings without even thinking. They probably weren't even true because I knew now that he loved Miss Swann.

I turned around, half upset and have still drunk with insaneness, surprised to find the arrogant Commodore following my gaze. "It seems you and I have very similar predicaments."

"What makes you think I have a predicament at all?" His eye's stare rose up to Turner's level as if he were pointing directly to him. "Excuse me sir, I have no interest in whatever proposition you are trying to make." I pushed myself passed him doing my best to ignore the subject of love or the heart or any of that sappy crap.

"Forgive me, Miss Reynolds I was merely trying to make small talk." He took his hat off and bowed slightly to me.

"I am not a lady nor of respectable blood there is no cause to impress me, Commodore." I tilted my hat as to excuse myself and I walked off towards the helm where I saw Sparrow leading the crew on with his directions and broken compass. His tricorn hat sitting slightly skewed on his head and the beads in his braided beard jingling to the rhythmic dance of an untamed furry. I snickered to myself and found my past coming forward, I was free in a way, and there was only a little left to go before I could return home.

Perhaps he would not be a bad father; perhaps I could learn to love him as one but not now, not during all of this. That would come later, much later. The helmsmen starred at me and my posture as I approached them, I suppose they thought it strange that a woman could live a man's life. "Sparrow, where is it we're going?"

He looked at me; curious to know why my attitude had changed toward him. Had I realized he was a great guy, no, but he was the one person, besides Ana, that I could rely on. "Well Millson left here in a southeastern direction about three or four hours ago so it shouldn't be hard to catch up with him."

"I see, we're traveling in pitch black night attempting to find the Pearl? Do you really think this'll work? I mean that ship is pretty incredible."

"A ship is only as good as it's crew, and they are not experienced with the ship yet. So it'll take a little while for them to get it up to par." Sparrow winked at me and it began, our voyage into the black oblivion of the night, the jaws of death as some would call it.

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"PUT ME DOWN! AH! YOU GUTLESS SAVAGE! GET OFF!" Elizabeth tossed and turned about on top of the pirates shoulder, kicking and screaming as she was led into a small closet. The burly scalawag dropped her onto the planks with out hesitation.

Miss Swann lifted her torso from the ground gazing up at the men watching her, their eyes filled with lust deep within their pits. She grimaced trying her best to stay away from them and their overwhelming stare. The door was slammed shut and bolted on the outside with the clanking of the lock she knew she wouldn't leave there but she still rose to bang on the door.

"LET ME OUT!" Her voice was slowly fading with the drying of her throat and wet tears rolling down over her cheeks removing layers of silt from her skin. "Let me out," she choked on her words as she slid down the side of the door pulling her legs to her chest. Elizabeth's sandy hair fell softly into her face, it's curls falling flat as the hour passed by.

A small rat scampered across the floor; it's feet patting lightly on the wood. Her scream echoed through the small room and she jolted up slamming into the sidewall and falling backwards onto brooms and mops. There was a crash and snap as she landed heavily onto a mop.

Her body ached from the sharp jab in the side from the broom now at her thigh, she turned her head and found the broken mop snapped in half because of her weight. Elizabeth pulled herself up and examined the splintered piece of wood the edge sharp, sharp enough to penetrate skin. There were men's voices outside getting louder by the moment, their heavy steps signaling their closeness to the door.

Elizabeth stood in front of the door her spear like mop gripped hard within her white knuckles. She waited in silence for the door to swing open and the bulky hardheaded imbecile to step in just far enough to catch the tip of her spear. She gazed down at the small shadow at the bottom of the door; someone was there. The sound of keys jingled in her ears as the bolt was lifted and the door creaked open slightly. The waiting was killing her she wanted it over with, and now.

When the door was almost fully open and the men could not see her from the angle she was to the door, she lunged out full speed ramming the spear into a man's chest, without even seeing who it was as she made a dash down the hallway only to be stopped by a blockade of men. Elizabeth turned around rapidly to run back in the direction she had come but she was surrounded.

Miss Swann was terrified beyond belief and she could not think of a thing to do. She clutched her stomach and looked around at the men when a though struck her. She collapsed to the ground acting as though she had fainted from terror and waited there for a man to try and pick her up. When one came over and straddled her as if to lift her she brought her leg up to his groin and he fell backwards onto the floor. She stood quickly taking his pistol and cutlass as three other men came at her.

Elizabeth was able to block the first blow with the cutlass but it was soon detached from her hand so she had to revert to the pistol. A pirate lifted her from the floor and tried to sling her over his shoulder but as he did she fired a shot into his back. Blood splattered everywhere and the fellow dropped to the floor landing on top of her. She was caught and soaked with the man's oily ruby red blood.

The two pirates who were left out of the four kicked the pistol from her and yanked her from the ground. One pinned her to the wall looking her over. The second spoke up, "Lot like tha' Reynodls, eh?"

"Aye, but this un' is a pretty penny. Look at ye, luv. Nicely rounded and a face like one of those porcelain dolls." He pulled Elizabeth's face to his in a rough unholy kiss. His calloused fingers scratched her skin and made it burn as his tongue pride it's way into her mouth.

The second man became jealous and demanded a turn, "eh Roberts! Give er' here!" He pulled at Roberts' arm yanking his face from Elizabeth's.

She winced and kept her head turned from them when she noticed shadows of other pirates down the hall, thinking she could get these two to let off she began screaming acting as if she was being tormented horridly.

"Eh! Poppet shut your trap!" He thrust his hand over her mouth and pulled her around the corner, the other pirate followed suit. "Now ye don't want us to have to kill ye because ye decided to go on a screaming rampage, now do ye? I mean if those men find us going after ye it might look awfully bad on our part so just stand still and let us get this done with, won't take but a moment." He began fiddling with his trousers and Elizabeth froze with fear, she gazed around for any chance of escape when she noticed Roberts' pistol was half hanging off of his belt.

Elizabeth grabbed it and shot the second pirate in the head with it and before Roberts' could grab a hold of her she scampered down the hallway and tripped over the dead body landing hard on the planks. She shrieked loudly like a cat on it's last limb when she found Roberts' hurling himself around the corner after her. As she scooted backwards she felt her body hit into another person's legs.

"What's going on here?" His voice was deep and stern; she did not turn her head to look at him she just sat in shock holding her clothes tightly within her fists.

"You see, sir, this wench here escaped from her room and killed three men I was trying to get her back into captivity for the protection of the crew, fiery little thing she is." Roberts' stated in a hesitant tone, his hands pressed firmly on his hips.

"Roberts, as much as I'd like to believe your story I can't." Roberts looked at him quizzically. "First off, even though this woman could probably take out three men I seriously doubt she did because your trousers are down and you have blood on your hands where as she doesn't."

"But her shirt and pants are full of blood!" Roberts pleaded.

"Well lets see. There was clearly another body bellow this one which is suggested by the clean spot on the floor where a figure is etched out in the blood surrounding it. This man was shot from the back inclining that it could only be someone shooting from behind him because of the cargo he carried. Now with your trousers, I suspect you were going to ravage her, now in order to do that these men had to be killed. So there you have it! Men lock him in the brig!"

Two men came out from behind the one talking and hauled Roberts off. The man who had been talking helped Elizabeth from the floor and glanced over her shaken disposition. "Well miss Swann I know you've had a trying day forgive these men for their harshness and please join me for breakfast." Christopher's offer was not one she could refuse for she knew if she did she would surely die. He took her arm and escorted her down the hallway to a room where she would clean up.

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A/N: Well there you have it! Now I bet your wondering why Christopher is being nice to her now, well that will be answered in the next chapter I assure you! Now it's that time again! Time for you to review me and tell me what you thought! Thanks for all of the reviews so far and until next time, TA!