Thank you so much for reviewing guys and not leaving me in the lurch and like totally ignoring me coz I took sooo long to update, its all coz my friend had this HUGE Johnny Depp thing on at her house where we watched POTC, OUATIM, Edward Scissorhands, Chocolate and Sleepy Hollow. 8 girls obsessed with Johnny Depp! It was terrific, my inspiration came back and I had a great night! (I was so tired at school on Monday!)

Disclaimer: I don't own POTC. Yeah guys this chappie is a bit iffy as in a bit weird ok but I really needed to express the fact that fleur was upset so if this upsets you (I tried to make it as pg-13 as possible so it isn't too bad. Don't say I didn't warn you) please don't go angry at me either plz plz plz!

Fleur paced around the room nervously. Casting a hateful glance at the large bed she gritted her teeth to prevent from screaming. She knew what Whelan intended to do with her and he would have a tough time on his hands if he tried anything! What would her father do to him! Fleur laughed, her dad would kick his ass. To put it frankly. Her courage soon faltered and she sat on the floorboards, pulling her knees to her chin. She would not let him sleep with her!

The only person she'd slept with was James and she intended it to be that way. She loved James with all her heart and it hurt her so much to be away from him. Suddenly Fleur started crying. What had she done to him? Had he forgot about her and married some aristocratic woman who would listen to him tell stories of his days at work and when they had children she would read them boring stories of boring people and James would watch with a pipe and puff away in enjoyment watching his family.

Fleur let out a ragged sob. It wasn't fair! She wanted to be that woman, though she'd tell exciting stories of pirates and of her own adventures to her children and her and James would reminisce on how they plundered caves and all manner of fairytale things and their children would be gorgeous! Her sons would be as handsome as their father and be the heartthrobs of every girl in town and their daughter/s would have every boy wrapped around their fingers!

Collapsing onto the floor Fleur wept even louder. So many things kept her from going back to James. The time she had spent in Port Charles she spent observing all the proper ladies and how they performed daily duties. She studied them so that she could please James and make him happy with her! Anything she did now she found herself asking, wait would James approve of that? Would he stop loving me if I kicked this guys ass for trying to feel me up!!!

She intended to go to Tortuga, arrange with her father to sail with her to a respectable port so she could buy beautiful dresses with coins she'd been saving up for the 5 years they had been apart. She stopped her tears when the door swung open revealing Whelan, a smug grin his face.

"Quit your whinging," he snarled, "you don't realise the favour I just did for you"

Fleur narrowed her eyes, "how? By keeping me here? You've done nothing of the sort!"

Whelan laughed, "I've kept you from getting sold to a brothel or to some rich man who's well past his used by date"

Fleur pushed herself away from the horrid man. She kept her head up in an attempt to prove her courage. Whelan swaggered over and pulled her up.

"Don't fear Miss Sparrow, I'll try not to hurt you" he laughed as he threw her onto the bed.

Fleur tried scrambling away but he came after her and held her underneath him his tongue and mouth forcing itself into her unwilling mouth. Fleur screamed in distress and started thrashing. Whelan grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the bed above her head.

Fleur broke away from his mouth, "do that again and I'll scream as loud as I can" she threatened.

"Aye, but nobody'll come running" Whelan scolded and continued his assault.

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The grey dawn found Fleur sobbing amongst tussled bed sheets. Her clothes had been ripped in several places and Fleur had to keep pulling up the bodice so she could hold onto the shred of dignity she had left. She held her head in her hands and sobbed her heart out. He hadn't stopped, he'd kept going and now she felt no better than the whores in Tortuga. She surveyed her shaking hands. They were red from hitting so hard and her wrists were sore from being held so tight.

Her face was bruised and above her left eyebrow grew a cut, which from it seeped blood. Fleur started hitting herself and the bed beneath her. She should be stronger! She was Jack Sparrow's daughter, everyone expected her to be a bloodthirsty lass as brutal and cunning as her father! She wished she were more like him but she wasn't! She got scared, she cried, she felt emotions that sometimes overwhelmed her! Being a girl and living the life in the shadow of her father was tough. Everyone who knew her mother always said she had balls and that made Fleur wish to cry.

Sometimes she regretted her decision to not remain with James, if she had of then when she cried or got hurt everybody would understand because she was the wife of.........well he didn't have a job when she knew him. Fleur stopped to think, what did James want to do with his life?

Thinking about this made her even more miserable. She'd been so caught up in herself when she stayed with him that she hadn't even bothered to ask where he was headed in life? Then again he hadn't asked her, but she was the daughter of the infamous Jack Sparrow, she didn't need to work! Thinking of her father Fleur shuddered at what he would think and say when he discovered she'd let a man get the better of her!

Fleur felt a wave of depression wash over her and she angrily started scratching herself with her nails in an attempt to scratch herself clean. She'd just managed to draw blood when Whelan swung open the door. He literally gasped when he saw the girl looking back at him, vengeance seem to pour with a dazzling green light from her eyes.

In a fit of anger Fleur launched herself at him, torn clothes and all. She battered him with her fists and screamed at him.

"I hate you, I hate you!" she spat as she pounded him with her firsts and scratched him with her nails.

When Manuel and Oxley had finally restrained her Whelan was bruised and bleeding.

"Take her into the hull!" he commanded.

Oxley looked up at him fearfully, "to-to the hull sir?" he asked.

"Where else?" Whelan demanded glaring at Fleur.

"Cap'n I-I don't think she'd handle it" Oxley tried telling him but Whelan wouldn't listen.

"That's the idea you useless bag of bones! She's to be taught never to mess with her master!"

Oxley nodded and with Manuel's help they led Fleur down a flight of wooden stairs.

"Where are you taking me?" Fleur demanded as they shoved her into a side room.

Oxley passed her a simple beige dress, "put that on" he told her before shutting the door.

Fleur did as she was bid. No sooner had she slipped the dress over her torn slip and petticoat had Manuel seized her out and they continued to the bottom of the ship. As they descended down the last flight of stairs Fleur was hit with the foul stench of decay, urine and rotten wood. Fear settled within her as she thought fearfully of what was down there that she couldn't handle.