Rating- pg13
Warnings- Almost no swearing at all well only a little. Also mention of rape and some violence.
Disclaimers- I don't own much really, its quite sad. How can I live knowing that Jack Sparrow and Sands don't belong to me? Quite easy really, its like having grandchildren and nieces. I can play with them for a while and then give them back when I'm done.
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My POV (room number two)
Four big male pirates walk in, looking big and piratey.
"All by yer one'sies eh little girl?, our Captin said tha' we should kill you an yer partner but seen as how he 'aint 'ere me an the boys are gonna 'ave oursells a bit o' fun" They start to walk slowly towards me.
I aim the gun at him he barely even looks at it,
"What are you gonna kill us all with tha' one piece o' shot." Damm seventeenth century guns. He smiles at my realisation. I can't kill them all. But I sure can kill him. I fire the gun and he goes down, dead. My heart threatening to break out of my chest. The rest step over their fallen comrade without a second thought and keep on walking.
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My POV (still room number two)
So I'm in two frames of mind, one part of me is impressed by the shot which took the pirate in the chest. The main part of me, however is screaming silently, oh god, oh god, we're gonna die, we're gonna die, oh god, oh god, and so on. Its getting repetitive threatening to suck me down, away from my fear into its murky numbness. No, I won't let them win, its time I had a little talk with my inner girlie.
"We will die if we don't stop this mental breakdown gonna just shut up."
/If we go into mental shutdown before they start then it won't be so bad we won't even feel most of it./
"True but if we stay with it we might not die, and have more of a chance y'know of not being raped."
/So you don't think that this is a bad situation which warrants a little panic./
"Yes I think we should panic but I want to live, so here's the deal you just shut up and when this is over we'll go into melt down okay."
/Sure./
"Just don't freak out on me"
Never have I missed Cat so much, she would know what to do. I grab the knife from under the pillow and slip it in my waistband it's about the size of my hand I think its well balanced but what the hell do I know about throwing knifes. I weigh out my options, there's three of them, and one of me, not good. If I can kill one of them that only leaves two (see I can count) but that's still two more than I would like, but one less potential rapist.
I come up against a wall, damm. I've been unconsciously backing up, now I'm cornered by three pirates, two have stopped just in front of me, one is wearing a dark brown shirt the other white. The third is to my right and coming closer he has something in his hands, some sort of bat or maybe a sword sheath.
"If you play nice we'll make it real quick" Dark brown shirt speaks, he starts to play with himself while he waits for an answer, nasty. I turn to him, but my inner wimp starts to reason with no reason again.
/Maybe you should play nice/
Yeah like that is going to happen. "Fuck you, (I answer both brownie and myself, but to him I add) 'Sides look at you, it'll probably be real quick anyway" White shirt starts to laugh but is quickly silenced by his partner I look him in the eye trying to figure out what his next move is. He says nothing, just looks at me while playing with himself his eyes flicker to my right.
I snap my head up in time to see pirate number three bringing his bat down on my head. I just manage to put my arm up to take the brunt of the blow but it still gets to my head and knocks me to the floor.
I will not pass out, I sure as hell will not pass out. I blink a few times, my eyes seem to have gone strangely out of focus and I think I'm going to be sick, it would serve them right if I threw up on them. A pair of arms roughly haul me into an upright position and the world begins to spin I can't feel my right arm. I stagger and the pirate holds me up, I stagger again on purpose while I grab the knife from my waist and hold it against my left leg. I'm still blinking trying to clear my vision.
What to do now? That is the question, if I stab him now... oh what the hell. I drive the knife into his inner thigh hoping to hit the artery I try to break free but he puts a blade to my throat.
"You bitch, I'm gonna gut ye fer this" He shouts painfully into my ear, deafening me with his voice, he sounds in pain and angry about it. Maybe I should have come up with a better plan other than stab him and go for an artery, on a plus he's losing lots of blood. He slowly pushes the blade into my skin and I feel blood running down my throat, not a lot but enough to worry.
I have no weapons left, everything else is in my jacket at the other side of the room, so I do the only thing left for me to do. I scream, loudly, hoping that Sands is near by how annoying is that hoping for Sands to be about, he's not though. The blood starts to flow deeper as the blade gets pushed closer to my wind pipe..
"Whoa, Gates slow down mate, we all need to have a bit o' fun first, aint that right pet?" Brown shirt saves the day good for him.
Gates behind me protests a little but gives in and pulls me closer he's leaning heavily on one leg and there's a puddle of blood at my feet all of which I'm certain belongs to him. That makes me feel unbelievably happy, well its that or the head wound.
"I'm not your pet" My voice sounds so far away and weak and I still can't see clearly.
"Aye, well we're still gonna have fun wit ye" He walks over to me and grabs me, but as he pulls me toward him there's a loud noise and he falls to the floor, taking me and Gates with him.
Gates lands on my back heavily and I feel something scrape against the length of it. I can hear white shirt doing something, probably rushing to join the orgy.
Moments pass and nobody moves.. that's weird, I've not been raped before but I'm positive that this is not how it works. I can feel the blood from Gate's wound on my back its hot and sticky. My back also hurts, didn't I stab Gates in the leg? How did his blood get on my back?
Gate's dead weight is removed and I try to get up.
"Hey don' ye be tryin to move. Ye be 'urt luv" I know that voice.
"Sands?" I'm still on my front, I try to get up, but two warm hands lift me gently.
"Nay luv that basterd's not 'ere but I've a right mind to keel haul 'im fer leaving ye. I told 'im to watch ye" My head starts to spin, too much information at once combined with the lifting, I'm going to be sick, I struggle out of the arms an land on the floor just in time to spew everywhere thank god the only thing I've consumed is rum.
Once I've run out of bile and dry heaves I notice the blood running down my arms. Where did that come from? My vision starts to clear as the strong warm arms lift me again, I smell salt, rum and something else. I recognise the smell.
"Jack?" My voice is getting further and further away, I think I'm going to pass out. He's taking me somewhere
"Yes luv?" I'm not his love.. Am I? I think my head got hit a bit too hard
"Where are we going?"
"To me room, I heard ye scream some set o' lungs ye got"
"Thanks.. I think. Why am I bleedin?" This was something that was bothering me. He lays me down on my belly on something soft and bed-like, and starts removing my top.
"Hey, I've been attacked and your just trying to take my clothes off" He makes a disgusted sound at the back of his throat.
"Ye asked me 'bout the bleedin so I'm investigatin see? It looks like ye were stabbed nothing to bad but yer clothes are ruined I'll even give ye me own shirt te cover yer'sell" I can hear movement, then he helps me put on his shirt, its still warm and smells like him, which is nice.
"Listen luv. I have never and never will force me intentions on a woman, got that?" I start to giggle uncontrollably I can't help it,
"Does that mean that ye would force yer intentions on a man?" He's silent for a while.
"Did ye 'it yer 'ead? Yer a little giddy fer what just happened, and ye've got some bruising on yer arm, wha' happened there?" I stop laughing and consider my injuries.
"He hit me over the head with a bat-thing my arm took most of it though I've got a cut on my throat where he, he, he" Now I go into mental breakdown I start to cry or sob. My head feels like my brain is leaking out of my ear and it gets worse with every breath I take. I'm just so tired the adrenaline rush has officially stopped.
At some point during my cries Jack has pulled a sheet over me I don't remember when that was, I only know that I have one now but didn't have one when I started, once I have calmed down enough I fall into a deep sleep with Jack lying next to me.
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Thanks to,
Mistress of Destruction- Sorry 'bout the delay. I did kinda kick pirate ass but he hit me with a bat and fucked my head up, but I stabbed him and then I found jack... well ok he found me, it's the same thing really.
A/n- Its only a little chapter. Their kinda cute that way. Please read and review, cus I like to know what people think... really I do. I like to think that everyone who reads this reviews it, but if you don't, why? Review now, or I'll send Cat after you and trust me that's not a good thing. She's not very nice you know.
I don't think I've mentioned this before but if I'm running late I'll keep you posted on the review board, just so you know to check. Please review.
Warnings- Almost no swearing at all well only a little. Also mention of rape and some violence.
Disclaimers- I don't own much really, its quite sad. How can I live knowing that Jack Sparrow and Sands don't belong to me? Quite easy really, its like having grandchildren and nieces. I can play with them for a while and then give them back when I'm done.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~##~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Last time;
My POV (room number two)
Four big male pirates walk in, looking big and piratey.
"All by yer one'sies eh little girl?, our Captin said tha' we should kill you an yer partner but seen as how he 'aint 'ere me an the boys are gonna 'ave oursells a bit o' fun" They start to walk slowly towards me.
I aim the gun at him he barely even looks at it,
"What are you gonna kill us all with tha' one piece o' shot." Damm seventeenth century guns. He smiles at my realisation. I can't kill them all. But I sure can kill him. I fire the gun and he goes down, dead. My heart threatening to break out of my chest. The rest step over their fallen comrade without a second thought and keep on walking.
Oh shit! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~##~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My POV (still room number two)
So I'm in two frames of mind, one part of me is impressed by the shot which took the pirate in the chest. The main part of me, however is screaming silently, oh god, oh god, we're gonna die, we're gonna die, oh god, oh god, and so on. Its getting repetitive threatening to suck me down, away from my fear into its murky numbness. No, I won't let them win, its time I had a little talk with my inner girlie.
"We will die if we don't stop this mental breakdown gonna just shut up."
/If we go into mental shutdown before they start then it won't be so bad we won't even feel most of it./
"True but if we stay with it we might not die, and have more of a chance y'know of not being raped."
/So you don't think that this is a bad situation which warrants a little panic./
"Yes I think we should panic but I want to live, so here's the deal you just shut up and when this is over we'll go into melt down okay."
/Sure./
"Just don't freak out on me"
Never have I missed Cat so much, she would know what to do. I grab the knife from under the pillow and slip it in my waistband it's about the size of my hand I think its well balanced but what the hell do I know about throwing knifes. I weigh out my options, there's three of them, and one of me, not good. If I can kill one of them that only leaves two (see I can count) but that's still two more than I would like, but one less potential rapist.
I come up against a wall, damm. I've been unconsciously backing up, now I'm cornered by three pirates, two have stopped just in front of me, one is wearing a dark brown shirt the other white. The third is to my right and coming closer he has something in his hands, some sort of bat or maybe a sword sheath.
"If you play nice we'll make it real quick" Dark brown shirt speaks, he starts to play with himself while he waits for an answer, nasty. I turn to him, but my inner wimp starts to reason with no reason again.
/Maybe you should play nice/
Yeah like that is going to happen. "Fuck you, (I answer both brownie and myself, but to him I add) 'Sides look at you, it'll probably be real quick anyway" White shirt starts to laugh but is quickly silenced by his partner I look him in the eye trying to figure out what his next move is. He says nothing, just looks at me while playing with himself his eyes flicker to my right.
I snap my head up in time to see pirate number three bringing his bat down on my head. I just manage to put my arm up to take the brunt of the blow but it still gets to my head and knocks me to the floor.
I will not pass out, I sure as hell will not pass out. I blink a few times, my eyes seem to have gone strangely out of focus and I think I'm going to be sick, it would serve them right if I threw up on them. A pair of arms roughly haul me into an upright position and the world begins to spin I can't feel my right arm. I stagger and the pirate holds me up, I stagger again on purpose while I grab the knife from my waist and hold it against my left leg. I'm still blinking trying to clear my vision.
What to do now? That is the question, if I stab him now... oh what the hell. I drive the knife into his inner thigh hoping to hit the artery I try to break free but he puts a blade to my throat.
"You bitch, I'm gonna gut ye fer this" He shouts painfully into my ear, deafening me with his voice, he sounds in pain and angry about it. Maybe I should have come up with a better plan other than stab him and go for an artery, on a plus he's losing lots of blood. He slowly pushes the blade into my skin and I feel blood running down my throat, not a lot but enough to worry.
I have no weapons left, everything else is in my jacket at the other side of the room, so I do the only thing left for me to do. I scream, loudly, hoping that Sands is near by how annoying is that hoping for Sands to be about, he's not though. The blood starts to flow deeper as the blade gets pushed closer to my wind pipe..
"Whoa, Gates slow down mate, we all need to have a bit o' fun first, aint that right pet?" Brown shirt saves the day good for him.
Gates behind me protests a little but gives in and pulls me closer he's leaning heavily on one leg and there's a puddle of blood at my feet all of which I'm certain belongs to him. That makes me feel unbelievably happy, well its that or the head wound.
"I'm not your pet" My voice sounds so far away and weak and I still can't see clearly.
"Aye, well we're still gonna have fun wit ye" He walks over to me and grabs me, but as he pulls me toward him there's a loud noise and he falls to the floor, taking me and Gates with him.
Gates lands on my back heavily and I feel something scrape against the length of it. I can hear white shirt doing something, probably rushing to join the orgy.
Moments pass and nobody moves.. that's weird, I've not been raped before but I'm positive that this is not how it works. I can feel the blood from Gate's wound on my back its hot and sticky. My back also hurts, didn't I stab Gates in the leg? How did his blood get on my back?
Gate's dead weight is removed and I try to get up.
"Hey don' ye be tryin to move. Ye be 'urt luv" I know that voice.
"Sands?" I'm still on my front, I try to get up, but two warm hands lift me gently.
"Nay luv that basterd's not 'ere but I've a right mind to keel haul 'im fer leaving ye. I told 'im to watch ye" My head starts to spin, too much information at once combined with the lifting, I'm going to be sick, I struggle out of the arms an land on the floor just in time to spew everywhere thank god the only thing I've consumed is rum.
Once I've run out of bile and dry heaves I notice the blood running down my arms. Where did that come from? My vision starts to clear as the strong warm arms lift me again, I smell salt, rum and something else. I recognise the smell.
"Jack?" My voice is getting further and further away, I think I'm going to pass out. He's taking me somewhere
"Yes luv?" I'm not his love.. Am I? I think my head got hit a bit too hard
"Where are we going?"
"To me room, I heard ye scream some set o' lungs ye got"
"Thanks.. I think. Why am I bleedin?" This was something that was bothering me. He lays me down on my belly on something soft and bed-like, and starts removing my top.
"Hey, I've been attacked and your just trying to take my clothes off" He makes a disgusted sound at the back of his throat.
"Ye asked me 'bout the bleedin so I'm investigatin see? It looks like ye were stabbed nothing to bad but yer clothes are ruined I'll even give ye me own shirt te cover yer'sell" I can hear movement, then he helps me put on his shirt, its still warm and smells like him, which is nice.
"Listen luv. I have never and never will force me intentions on a woman, got that?" I start to giggle uncontrollably I can't help it,
"Does that mean that ye would force yer intentions on a man?" He's silent for a while.
"Did ye 'it yer 'ead? Yer a little giddy fer what just happened, and ye've got some bruising on yer arm, wha' happened there?" I stop laughing and consider my injuries.
"He hit me over the head with a bat-thing my arm took most of it though I've got a cut on my throat where he, he, he" Now I go into mental breakdown I start to cry or sob. My head feels like my brain is leaking out of my ear and it gets worse with every breath I take. I'm just so tired the adrenaline rush has officially stopped.
At some point during my cries Jack has pulled a sheet over me I don't remember when that was, I only know that I have one now but didn't have one when I started, once I have calmed down enough I fall into a deep sleep with Jack lying next to me.
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Thanks to,
Mistress of Destruction- Sorry 'bout the delay. I did kinda kick pirate ass but he hit me with a bat and fucked my head up, but I stabbed him and then I found jack... well ok he found me, it's the same thing really.
A/n- Its only a little chapter. Their kinda cute that way. Please read and review, cus I like to know what people think... really I do. I like to think that everyone who reads this reviews it, but if you don't, why? Review now, or I'll send Cat after you and trust me that's not a good thing. She's not very nice you know.
I don't think I've mentioned this before but if I'm running late I'll keep you posted on the review board, just so you know to check. Please review.