Disclaimer : Disney owns everything. And Disney rocks for doing so. I no steal what is rightfully theirs. However I did steal Captain Jack Sparrow for a short time, but I gave him right back. So, technically, I didn't steal. I borrowed.
I do, however, own Cat, Palm Rock, and the Isle of Spirits. Ye best not be a-stealin' me ideas maties.
IoS? Dramatic? Well - I guess it is. Hehe. Might want to change the genre from mystery to drama. LoL. But it's a mystery because you all still don't know what's going on! Mwahahahahahaha!
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Chapter 8 - Cat-O-Nine-Tails
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Catharine woke up in a cabin that looked vaguely familiar, and yet she knew that she had never been in this cabin before. The walls had no maps like Jack Sparrow's had, the desk was rather clean and well kept, and weaponry of all sorts could be found in every nook and corner. This had to be the weaponry.
Cat tried to stand, but found that her legs were rather wobbly. She used the desk to pull herself up, and slowly moved to the door. As soon as she turned the knob, the hideous face of Blackbeard greeted her. He pushed her down to the floor and gave her a toothy grin.
"Welcome ter me ship... the Queen Anne's Revenge." He opened his arms as if it was a show. Cat rolled her eyes.
"Lovely. So - I take it I will be staying here?" She tried to stand up again, but Blackbeard pushed her down to the floor, yet again.
"No." He looked around the room. "This be the first mate's study. Doubt I'd let ye stay here ... ye're too smart fer yer own good ... ye'd have me dead before sundown." Cat tried again to stand up, but to no avail.
"That's getting awfully tiring." Cat took a deep breath and held back her temper.
"Stop tryin' ter git up then."
"Well, then, Captain, may I ask where I will be staying?" Catharine relaxed against the cool floorboards.
"Thought ye'd never ask." With that Blackbeard grabbed Cat's left wrist and yanked her out of the room. If he had jerked even the slightest bit more, she would have no left arm. "Ye've gone soft."
"Well, 'tis your fault if I have gone soft." Catharine tried to loosen his grip. Why was it that men could grab her wrist so easily and they were an absolute pain to get off?
"How's it my fault?" Blackbeard was jingling a pair of keys with his other hand. Cat found her chance. She used all her strength and went for his eyes. His screams echoed through the air, and when he turned around to face her, it looked as if his eyes were blood themselves. And not from her nails. Evil was dripping around their edges. She shuddered and he yanked her to a door.
"No cell?" Blackbeard tossed her inside.
"This is me cabin, me dear." He smiled and pointed out the room with a wave of his hand, showing a large cut on his wrist. "I cleared it ou' just fer ye." Blackbeard then pointed to a pair of shackles on the wall, another cut was revealed. "Them's fer ye too."
"Oh, you shouldn't have." Cat said through gritted teeth. "I see you got rather beat up."
"Concerned are ye?" Cat just glared at him. "This be ter keep ye from 'scapin'." With another quick yank and a few locks, Cat was chained before she could say 'mumble me tumble.'
"'Scapin'?" Cat tried to free her wrists.
"Yes." A horrible smile spread across his lips. "Wouldn't want yer ter be gettin' in the way o' our murderin' Cap'n Jack and Mr. and Mrs. Turner ... now would we?"
Catharine's eyes opened wide as he turned to leave. They were locking her up and going to kill the others!
"You!" She looked at her ankle - the dagger was gone. "You... murderer!"
"Argh. Don' be cuttin' me ter the quick." Another evil grin. "Feel lef' out do ye? Don'tcha be worryin'. Moses' Law is in yer near future."
Cat closed her eyes, already feeling the pain.
"Oh - and ye'll get nine times 39. If ye'll still be conscious by the time one o' me crew gets ter it." Blackbeard began to laugh. "Somethin' fit fer the Black Cat herself."
"No..." Cat knew what was in store for her.
"Yes, wench. The cat-o-nine-tails. Goo'night." Those evil, blood shot eyes flashed in approval at the look on her face.
"No..." Cat mustered up all the courage left in her. "NO!" Blackbeard pulled out his cutlass, the blade only a few inches away from her juggler.
"Ye've earned it." Another laugh and he turned, locking her in his cabin.
"You'll pay for this Blackbeard!" She began to scream at the top of her lungs. "The Black Cat always repays her debt! I'll cut you to pieces ... inch by inch ... and when I'm through with you ... I'll put your head to the end of the bowsprit of your ship!" Cat heard more of his laughter, making her even angrier. "You will die... and at my hands, Captain Blackbeard! Just you wait!"
She heard him walk away from the door laughing uncontrollably. Cat couldn't help but wonder what she had said was so funny.
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"She's been on Blackbeard's side since the beginning Jack. There's no treasure here on Palm Rock." Will watched as Jack paced the back alleyway.
Elizabeth continued, "It was the meeting place of her and Blackbeard. You should be thankful that you are safe and that Blackbeard and his crew are leaving."
Jack looked at them both. "And you two didn't tell me?" He seemed unusually sober. "That was a very interestin' tid bit that I'd have gladly taken in..." He paused and kicked the building. "BEFORE NOW!" He kept on with his useless jabbering. "... 'ones'ly - you people must like to keep secrets from ol' Captain Jack. First it was the wedding, now it's this..." Jack looked at Elizabeth. "You're not the Queen o' England are you? And you!" His eyes shifted to Will. "You're not Bootstrap reincarnated are you?!?"
Will and Elizabeth looked at each other as if to ask if they were Bootstrap reincarnated or the Queen of England, respectively. The both shook their head no.
"Jack - " Elizabeth started, but Captain Sparrow interrupted.
"I see it now. She was actin' rather ... odd when we got 'ere." His eyes brightened as if a huge weight had been dropped off his shoulders. "Well, now, one less woman on the ship - no offense, Elizabeth, luv."
Jack smiled and began to walk off towards the Black Pearl that was still docked. "To the ship, me 'earties!"
Will and Elizabeth followed. If Jack seemed to be okay with everything, then they would be too.
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"Do ya fink ol' Cap'n Jack will come back ter the Pearl tonigh'?" The raspy voice of one of Blackbeard's men was heard. Jack shook his head. He knew that this would happen. Already aboard his ship ... well, it was worth the chance that Blackbeard was a dull-minded twit.
"Nah, Monty. Dat Cap'n Jack be skeered ter come back. I tol' Cap'n that he wouldn'. Beats me ... me thinks that Cap'n Blackbeard knows somethin' we don', though."
Jack, Will and Elizabeth were below the dock, their heads barely above water, listening to the two pirates converse.
"Do we have to do it like this?" Elizabeth whispered into Will's ear but Will put a finger to her mouth to silence her.
"A plan Jack?" Will whispered to Jack, as he saw Jack trying to formulate a plan. The captain shook his head no.
"Aiieee!"
"Who be thar!?" The pirates on the dock, said in unison. Jack and Will turned to look at Elizabeth who had an expression of pain on her face. She whimpered a little, her face turning slightly blue as she held in more outbursts. While, up above, more pirates came down to see what the screaming was about.
"Eeahhh!"
Jack turned to look at both Will and Elizabeth. His eyes were wide as he put his finger to his mouth, trying to shush them. The pirates up above were starting to scramble around more.
"Sounds like they be right 'ere ... but I don't see nuffin'."
"Where they be, lads?!"
"Below the dock, ye mangy rotten fleas!"
Jack ducked below the water, just in the nick of time, before the pirates pulled Will and Elizabeth out and onto the dock above.
While under water, Jack saw what was making Will and Elizabeth howl in pain. A small jellyfish was swimming around ... heading straight for Jack. He found a small piece of driftwood floating on the surface and used it to push the jellyfish away.
Jack came back up to get some air, but he still heard the voices of the two pirates up on the dock. They were talking about how Jack Sparrow must be around somewhere ... and too cowardly to come for his own ship. Sending a woman and a young man to get it in his place, and so on and so forth. Jack shook his head and thought how stupid some pirates could be.
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"I think ye three will git along famously..." Cat heard Blackbeard's voice and the sound of shuffling feet. She had some visitors.
"Traitor..." Will's melodious voice rang in her ears. He must be so happy to see her.
"Nice to see you too." Cat shifted her weight onto the other side. She grimaced as the pain hit her again. "Ah..."
"What did you do? Hurt yourself so that we would give you comfort?" Elizabeth spat at her. Catharine was beginning to wish she wasn't being held back by the shackles. How dare her. How dare him.
"Oh, and I suppose that you would fake pain if you had been whipped with the cat-o-nine-tails with Moses' Law, aye?" Cat finally lifted her eyes up, looking at them. She could tell that they didn't care whether she lived or died.
"What's that?" Will's voice wasn't as harsh, but Cat could tell that he was trying to sound mean.
Cat took a deep breath, the cuts on her back stretched and she tensed up. "Moses' Law isn't actually a law. It's a form of pirate punishment. Any pirate that doesn't follow the code is punished ... it depends on the code broken." She paused, trying not to think of the pain, the God-awful pain. "In biblical times ... it was said that if you whipped a person 40 times that they would die. Well, somehow if someone didn't die and you did give them a good lashing of 40 - then you too would die. So, 39 whips, was just enough to keep a man, or woman in my case, alive, but on the verge of death."
Cat heard a gasp from Elizabeth. She smiled a little; finally she had someone who cared, if not for her, for the pain. Cat continued on, pushing the pain back, and not daring to move.
"A cat-o-nine-tails is a whip that has nine whips attached to the handle. One lash gives you nine hits. So multiply 39 times nine. I've had a lot more than 39 lashings. I passed out from the pain around 25 - and I highly doubt that they stopped hitting me. Blackbeard told them to continue until 39, no matter if I was dead or not." Cat smiled a little. How she was managing to smile at all was a miracle, even to her. "But, I'm still going."
"You deserved it." Will said in disgust. Clearly not believing what she said.
"William Turner!" Elizabeth came to her rescue. "How dare you talk to her like that? She never did anything to you! Yes, perhaps she was on the wrong side at one time, but look at her now. If Blackbeard considered her to be on his side, do you think that he would lock her away here?" Her hands were on her hips. A woman scorned. If Cat wasn't locked up, and if she could move - she'd give her the biggest hug in the world. "And he would definitely *not* torture her so."
"One thing - " Will looked at Elizabeth and then down to Cat. "She did do something to me. The first day that I met her - do you not remember? Knocked you out and pointed my own sword at me... which, came in rather handy when I was fighting Blackbeard." He smiled.
"You gave old' Blackbeard those cuts? From a move I showed you?" Cat leaned up against the wall. A big mistake and a shriek of pain through gritted teeth.
"Yes - I steered Captain Sparrow away from Blackbeard. He was too intoxicated to duel at the time." Elizabeth sat beside Cat and began to work on the shackles with a bobby pin. "Don't worry - I'll help treat your wounds. There is a basin in the corner with water and a cloth."
"Then I took over and showed him a few of your moves that you showed me on that fateful day." He chuckled and put on a show as Elizabeth worked on the shackles. "Where did you learn it all from?"
One arm free. "Thank you." Another grimace of pain, but she pushed it aside. "A samurai. I traveled around the world trying to become the best pirate. If this is what I get for trying - then I would have rathered staying at home."
"A samurai?" Will grabbed the basin and brought it to Elizabeth, sitting on the other side of Cat. "You went to Asia?"
"Well, not exactly a samurai. He was a former samurai. Master Xin was a great pirate as well. He died a month after I left Japan." The other wrist was free. Will and Elizabeth helped her as she lay on her stomach. They began to clean her wounds. At first the pain was too much, but after they were cleaned, her back felt ten times better.
"Any other secrets?" Elizabeth asked as she continued working. Cat saw that the water in the basin was completely red with her blood by now.
"I am not the Black Cat anymore." Catharine said defiantly. "Oh, and that I met the czar of Russia - but that's all."
"Really? What was he like?" Elizabeth and Will were surprised.
"Kidding." Cat smiled as the two continued to work on her back.
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The next morning (or night - Cat was beginning to lose track of the time), Blackbeard came in with a swift pace, the light of a lantern in his hand (either real early in the morning or late at night - it didn't matter though - his news made what time of day it was seem stupid).
"Ah - see ye've got Miss Cat... o-nine-tails out o' her shackles." He chuckled a little. "Not that it will 'elp ye." Blackbeard looked at the basin full of bloody water and sighed.
"No matter. Yer Cap'n Jack Sparrow has been caught. Always 'ad a soft 'eart. Makes'em so predictable." And with that he turned, but looked back at the three of them one last time. "Now tha' I 'ave Jack - we'll be at the Isle o' Spirits in no time. And yer deaths will come rather soon, I fear." He put his hat to his heart, and began to laugh, locking the door behind him.
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A/N : So how 'bout it? Read and review please. I love my reviewers - did I tell you all that? :) I do, I really do!
The sequel to IoS is rather funny - definitely not as serious. Promise. :) If you don't review though - I'll stop writing!! Yes! I *would* do such a horrible and evil thing...
I'm so proud of myself that I have to tell everybody again... I actually studied some pirate stuff! The cat-o-nine-tails was an actual punishment device used by pirates ! That was purely a coincidence that I found out about the cat-o-nine-tails ... and the first three letters being Cat's name and all.
All of you who are now beginning to hate Blackbeard - well, in real life he actually died by how I made Cat tell him he was going to die. LOL! Yep - lopped off his head. Wonderful stuff -- that's why this is rated PG-13 for my violence-inclined nature. :)
I do, however, own Cat, Palm Rock, and the Isle of Spirits. Ye best not be a-stealin' me ideas maties.
IoS? Dramatic? Well - I guess it is. Hehe. Might want to change the genre from mystery to drama. LoL. But it's a mystery because you all still don't know what's going on! Mwahahahahahaha!
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Chapter 8 - Cat-O-Nine-Tails
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Catharine woke up in a cabin that looked vaguely familiar, and yet she knew that she had never been in this cabin before. The walls had no maps like Jack Sparrow's had, the desk was rather clean and well kept, and weaponry of all sorts could be found in every nook and corner. This had to be the weaponry.
Cat tried to stand, but found that her legs were rather wobbly. She used the desk to pull herself up, and slowly moved to the door. As soon as she turned the knob, the hideous face of Blackbeard greeted her. He pushed her down to the floor and gave her a toothy grin.
"Welcome ter me ship... the Queen Anne's Revenge." He opened his arms as if it was a show. Cat rolled her eyes.
"Lovely. So - I take it I will be staying here?" She tried to stand up again, but Blackbeard pushed her down to the floor, yet again.
"No." He looked around the room. "This be the first mate's study. Doubt I'd let ye stay here ... ye're too smart fer yer own good ... ye'd have me dead before sundown." Cat tried again to stand up, but to no avail.
"That's getting awfully tiring." Cat took a deep breath and held back her temper.
"Stop tryin' ter git up then."
"Well, then, Captain, may I ask where I will be staying?" Catharine relaxed against the cool floorboards.
"Thought ye'd never ask." With that Blackbeard grabbed Cat's left wrist and yanked her out of the room. If he had jerked even the slightest bit more, she would have no left arm. "Ye've gone soft."
"Well, 'tis your fault if I have gone soft." Catharine tried to loosen his grip. Why was it that men could grab her wrist so easily and they were an absolute pain to get off?
"How's it my fault?" Blackbeard was jingling a pair of keys with his other hand. Cat found her chance. She used all her strength and went for his eyes. His screams echoed through the air, and when he turned around to face her, it looked as if his eyes were blood themselves. And not from her nails. Evil was dripping around their edges. She shuddered and he yanked her to a door.
"No cell?" Blackbeard tossed her inside.
"This is me cabin, me dear." He smiled and pointed out the room with a wave of his hand, showing a large cut on his wrist. "I cleared it ou' just fer ye." Blackbeard then pointed to a pair of shackles on the wall, another cut was revealed. "Them's fer ye too."
"Oh, you shouldn't have." Cat said through gritted teeth. "I see you got rather beat up."
"Concerned are ye?" Cat just glared at him. "This be ter keep ye from 'scapin'." With another quick yank and a few locks, Cat was chained before she could say 'mumble me tumble.'
"'Scapin'?" Cat tried to free her wrists.
"Yes." A horrible smile spread across his lips. "Wouldn't want yer ter be gettin' in the way o' our murderin' Cap'n Jack and Mr. and Mrs. Turner ... now would we?"
Catharine's eyes opened wide as he turned to leave. They were locking her up and going to kill the others!
"You!" She looked at her ankle - the dagger was gone. "You... murderer!"
"Argh. Don' be cuttin' me ter the quick." Another evil grin. "Feel lef' out do ye? Don'tcha be worryin'. Moses' Law is in yer near future."
Cat closed her eyes, already feeling the pain.
"Oh - and ye'll get nine times 39. If ye'll still be conscious by the time one o' me crew gets ter it." Blackbeard began to laugh. "Somethin' fit fer the Black Cat herself."
"No..." Cat knew what was in store for her.
"Yes, wench. The cat-o-nine-tails. Goo'night." Those evil, blood shot eyes flashed in approval at the look on her face.
"No..." Cat mustered up all the courage left in her. "NO!" Blackbeard pulled out his cutlass, the blade only a few inches away from her juggler.
"Ye've earned it." Another laugh and he turned, locking her in his cabin.
"You'll pay for this Blackbeard!" She began to scream at the top of her lungs. "The Black Cat always repays her debt! I'll cut you to pieces ... inch by inch ... and when I'm through with you ... I'll put your head to the end of the bowsprit of your ship!" Cat heard more of his laughter, making her even angrier. "You will die... and at my hands, Captain Blackbeard! Just you wait!"
She heard him walk away from the door laughing uncontrollably. Cat couldn't help but wonder what she had said was so funny.
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"She's been on Blackbeard's side since the beginning Jack. There's no treasure here on Palm Rock." Will watched as Jack paced the back alleyway.
Elizabeth continued, "It was the meeting place of her and Blackbeard. You should be thankful that you are safe and that Blackbeard and his crew are leaving."
Jack looked at them both. "And you two didn't tell me?" He seemed unusually sober. "That was a very interestin' tid bit that I'd have gladly taken in..." He paused and kicked the building. "BEFORE NOW!" He kept on with his useless jabbering. "... 'ones'ly - you people must like to keep secrets from ol' Captain Jack. First it was the wedding, now it's this..." Jack looked at Elizabeth. "You're not the Queen o' England are you? And you!" His eyes shifted to Will. "You're not Bootstrap reincarnated are you?!?"
Will and Elizabeth looked at each other as if to ask if they were Bootstrap reincarnated or the Queen of England, respectively. The both shook their head no.
"Jack - " Elizabeth started, but Captain Sparrow interrupted.
"I see it now. She was actin' rather ... odd when we got 'ere." His eyes brightened as if a huge weight had been dropped off his shoulders. "Well, now, one less woman on the ship - no offense, Elizabeth, luv."
Jack smiled and began to walk off towards the Black Pearl that was still docked. "To the ship, me 'earties!"
Will and Elizabeth followed. If Jack seemed to be okay with everything, then they would be too.
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"Do ya fink ol' Cap'n Jack will come back ter the Pearl tonigh'?" The raspy voice of one of Blackbeard's men was heard. Jack shook his head. He knew that this would happen. Already aboard his ship ... well, it was worth the chance that Blackbeard was a dull-minded twit.
"Nah, Monty. Dat Cap'n Jack be skeered ter come back. I tol' Cap'n that he wouldn'. Beats me ... me thinks that Cap'n Blackbeard knows somethin' we don', though."
Jack, Will and Elizabeth were below the dock, their heads barely above water, listening to the two pirates converse.
"Do we have to do it like this?" Elizabeth whispered into Will's ear but Will put a finger to her mouth to silence her.
"A plan Jack?" Will whispered to Jack, as he saw Jack trying to formulate a plan. The captain shook his head no.
"Aiieee!"
"Who be thar!?" The pirates on the dock, said in unison. Jack and Will turned to look at Elizabeth who had an expression of pain on her face. She whimpered a little, her face turning slightly blue as she held in more outbursts. While, up above, more pirates came down to see what the screaming was about.
"Eeahhh!"
Jack turned to look at both Will and Elizabeth. His eyes were wide as he put his finger to his mouth, trying to shush them. The pirates up above were starting to scramble around more.
"Sounds like they be right 'ere ... but I don't see nuffin'."
"Where they be, lads?!"
"Below the dock, ye mangy rotten fleas!"
Jack ducked below the water, just in the nick of time, before the pirates pulled Will and Elizabeth out and onto the dock above.
While under water, Jack saw what was making Will and Elizabeth howl in pain. A small jellyfish was swimming around ... heading straight for Jack. He found a small piece of driftwood floating on the surface and used it to push the jellyfish away.
Jack came back up to get some air, but he still heard the voices of the two pirates up on the dock. They were talking about how Jack Sparrow must be around somewhere ... and too cowardly to come for his own ship. Sending a woman and a young man to get it in his place, and so on and so forth. Jack shook his head and thought how stupid some pirates could be.
******
"I think ye three will git along famously..." Cat heard Blackbeard's voice and the sound of shuffling feet. She had some visitors.
"Traitor..." Will's melodious voice rang in her ears. He must be so happy to see her.
"Nice to see you too." Cat shifted her weight onto the other side. She grimaced as the pain hit her again. "Ah..."
"What did you do? Hurt yourself so that we would give you comfort?" Elizabeth spat at her. Catharine was beginning to wish she wasn't being held back by the shackles. How dare her. How dare him.
"Oh, and I suppose that you would fake pain if you had been whipped with the cat-o-nine-tails with Moses' Law, aye?" Cat finally lifted her eyes up, looking at them. She could tell that they didn't care whether she lived or died.
"What's that?" Will's voice wasn't as harsh, but Cat could tell that he was trying to sound mean.
Cat took a deep breath, the cuts on her back stretched and she tensed up. "Moses' Law isn't actually a law. It's a form of pirate punishment. Any pirate that doesn't follow the code is punished ... it depends on the code broken." She paused, trying not to think of the pain, the God-awful pain. "In biblical times ... it was said that if you whipped a person 40 times that they would die. Well, somehow if someone didn't die and you did give them a good lashing of 40 - then you too would die. So, 39 whips, was just enough to keep a man, or woman in my case, alive, but on the verge of death."
Cat heard a gasp from Elizabeth. She smiled a little; finally she had someone who cared, if not for her, for the pain. Cat continued on, pushing the pain back, and not daring to move.
"A cat-o-nine-tails is a whip that has nine whips attached to the handle. One lash gives you nine hits. So multiply 39 times nine. I've had a lot more than 39 lashings. I passed out from the pain around 25 - and I highly doubt that they stopped hitting me. Blackbeard told them to continue until 39, no matter if I was dead or not." Cat smiled a little. How she was managing to smile at all was a miracle, even to her. "But, I'm still going."
"You deserved it." Will said in disgust. Clearly not believing what she said.
"William Turner!" Elizabeth came to her rescue. "How dare you talk to her like that? She never did anything to you! Yes, perhaps she was on the wrong side at one time, but look at her now. If Blackbeard considered her to be on his side, do you think that he would lock her away here?" Her hands were on her hips. A woman scorned. If Cat wasn't locked up, and if she could move - she'd give her the biggest hug in the world. "And he would definitely *not* torture her so."
"One thing - " Will looked at Elizabeth and then down to Cat. "She did do something to me. The first day that I met her - do you not remember? Knocked you out and pointed my own sword at me... which, came in rather handy when I was fighting Blackbeard." He smiled.
"You gave old' Blackbeard those cuts? From a move I showed you?" Cat leaned up against the wall. A big mistake and a shriek of pain through gritted teeth.
"Yes - I steered Captain Sparrow away from Blackbeard. He was too intoxicated to duel at the time." Elizabeth sat beside Cat and began to work on the shackles with a bobby pin. "Don't worry - I'll help treat your wounds. There is a basin in the corner with water and a cloth."
"Then I took over and showed him a few of your moves that you showed me on that fateful day." He chuckled and put on a show as Elizabeth worked on the shackles. "Where did you learn it all from?"
One arm free. "Thank you." Another grimace of pain, but she pushed it aside. "A samurai. I traveled around the world trying to become the best pirate. If this is what I get for trying - then I would have rathered staying at home."
"A samurai?" Will grabbed the basin and brought it to Elizabeth, sitting on the other side of Cat. "You went to Asia?"
"Well, not exactly a samurai. He was a former samurai. Master Xin was a great pirate as well. He died a month after I left Japan." The other wrist was free. Will and Elizabeth helped her as she lay on her stomach. They began to clean her wounds. At first the pain was too much, but after they were cleaned, her back felt ten times better.
"Any other secrets?" Elizabeth asked as she continued working. Cat saw that the water in the basin was completely red with her blood by now.
"I am not the Black Cat anymore." Catharine said defiantly. "Oh, and that I met the czar of Russia - but that's all."
"Really? What was he like?" Elizabeth and Will were surprised.
"Kidding." Cat smiled as the two continued to work on her back.
******
The next morning (or night - Cat was beginning to lose track of the time), Blackbeard came in with a swift pace, the light of a lantern in his hand (either real early in the morning or late at night - it didn't matter though - his news made what time of day it was seem stupid).
"Ah - see ye've got Miss Cat... o-nine-tails out o' her shackles." He chuckled a little. "Not that it will 'elp ye." Blackbeard looked at the basin full of bloody water and sighed.
"No matter. Yer Cap'n Jack Sparrow has been caught. Always 'ad a soft 'eart. Makes'em so predictable." And with that he turned, but looked back at the three of them one last time. "Now tha' I 'ave Jack - we'll be at the Isle o' Spirits in no time. And yer deaths will come rather soon, I fear." He put his hat to his heart, and began to laugh, locking the door behind him.
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A/N : So how 'bout it? Read and review please. I love my reviewers - did I tell you all that? :) I do, I really do!
The sequel to IoS is rather funny - definitely not as serious. Promise. :) If you don't review though - I'll stop writing!! Yes! I *would* do such a horrible and evil thing...
I'm so proud of myself that I have to tell everybody again... I actually studied some pirate stuff! The cat-o-nine-tails was an actual punishment device used by pirates ! That was purely a coincidence that I found out about the cat-o-nine-tails ... and the first three letters being Cat's name and all.
All of you who are now beginning to hate Blackbeard - well, in real life he actually died by how I made Cat tell him he was going to die. LOL! Yep - lopped off his head. Wonderful stuff -- that's why this is rated PG-13 for my violence-inclined nature. :)