Okay y'all, here's chapter ten and I expect a loooooot of reviews for this puppy!

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," Amanda told herself as she paced her narrow cabin. She couldn't believe that she had let him kiss her again. She was supposed to be strong and not give in to his false charms, but the moment he had come close and given a half-hearted apology she had collapsed in his arms like a lump of goo. "Stronger than Annabella, my ass," she muttered under her breath then blushed lightly at her own choice of words. It wasn't until after being on that damned boat for a month that Amanda had started cussing and she wasn't proud of it at all.

Her moral structure had been slowly deteriorating over these past weeks and she hated it. She felt as though she were slowly selling bits and pieces of her soul to the devil. There was no good on this ship, only evils that wore the faces of angels and deceived you into compromising your own morality. Amanda felt suffocated; she needed to get off of this boat or have some sort of escape. When she started to feel the churning in her stomach she knew she would throw up soon.

Amanda raced up out of her cabin and up the stairs and onto the main deck. She pushed herself against the railing and vomited over the side of the ship. She had to hold her own hair this time as her body ridded itself of every last bit of matter in her stomach. Amanda tried to slow her breathing down as she wiped traces of bile and tears from her face.

"Oh my poor little darling, you've got an upset stomach don't you?" Amanda whirled around to see Captain Michael standing a few feet behind with a compassionate look in his eyes and a bottle of whiskey in his hands. Amanda stood up straight and smoothed her hair back, "I think I may have eaten something bad, Captain. I feel much better now so I think I'll just go back down-" She stopped short when he stepped closer and touched her face. His cool fingertips traced her boned structure; they ran across her cheekbones, traced her jaw line, his forefinger ran across her bottom lip. He stepped even closer to her as he cupped the side of her face. As he leaned in to kiss her, Amanda desperately tried to think of a good excuse to get out of this.

She knew she couldn't just say she didn't want to kiss him, Amanda had learned that men around here would keep pushing until they had a reason for pulling away. They seemed to know when the women they were seducing wanted to be kissed and when they really actually didn't. Amanda knew that Captain Michael's radar was picking up that she did in fact want to be kissed and she was just worried about the consequences, so he would keep trying to kiss her until she either gave in or found a good reason for him to stop. "You do realize that I just threw up," she blurted out. His eyes snapped open and then narrowed slightly in disappointment, "That is true, isn't it," he murmured. "You know, I have the perfect medicine for an ill stomach which works equally well in covering up bad breath." He held up the bottle of whiskey in front of her face and gently shook it suggestively.

"I've never drank before in my life," Amanda tried to reason but the captain just smiled and said, "Well, you are Irish my dear girl. It's about time you started." He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the galley. Amanda struggled a little at first but he just pulled her close to him and put his arm around her shoulders. Jack and Annabella were both in the room, laughing as though they were having a good time. When the captain put a drink in front of her she decided that maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to have a little fun, besides Amanda was sure she would be able to control herself if this new captain tried to get fresh.

Two hours later Amanda couldn't really see straight, the room seemed to be spinning and she knew that Captain Michael was talking to her but she couldn't really focus on the words. She finally found his face in the sea of spinning colors and waved her arms around a little in an attempt to make his face stop moving so she could focus on it. He repeated what he had said earlier and to Amanda it sounded like, "I think you're done love, how about I take you to your cabin?" Amanda reached out to touch his face but somehow missed it and her arm fell back to her side. Suddenly, his face disappeared from her line of vision and she sat frowning for a moment trying to figure out how that had come to pass when she felt what she assumed was someone helping her stand and together they began to walk. Amanda was doing just fine until the arm that had been supporting her was suddenly gone and she fell to the floor very ungracefully. Someone picked her up and carried her back to her cabin.

When they had gotten inside the room and the door was closed the person set her down. Amanda turned to look at this person and even in the dim light she could tell that it was a smiling Captain Michael. He took no time in pushing her gently against the wall and pressing himself up against her. Amanda responded without thinking, her bodies instinctive desires completely dominating her actions. He bent his head and began to kiss her. They weren't like Jack's kisses; passionate but skilled. Michael's kisses were sloppy and wet, his tongue licking at her lips. His hands started to unlace her dress and within a minute her dress was on the floor and she was in nothing but her chemise.

They had somehow gotten to the bed. Michael lay on top of her, pressing his hardness against her. Amanda lay submissively beneath him with her legs wrapped around him, unable to even move as his hand moved from where they were massaging her breasts to push her skirt up. He caressed her thighs as his mouth moved to her now bare breasts and he started sucking at her taut nipples. Amanda moaned in pleasure, it felt so good and she felt so relaxed. He moved her skirt up around her waist and grabbed her ass with both hands, massaging as he rubbed her harshly against his erection. He suddenly let her go as someone burst through the door.

It was Jack and he looked out of breath. Amanda had quickly scrambled to cover herself up before he saw anything, which fortunately he didn't. She felt Michael's pleasant weight removed and had to bit back a groan of unhappiness. Jack looked at Michael like a scolding mother would look at her naughty child, "Come on Mike, she's nearly passed out drunk and you know she'd hate both of us in the morning." Michael sighed and looked back at Amanda who was so weak she couldn't even sit up and responded, "You're right, mate. She was so responsive though. And soooo sweet." Jack grinned and said, "Yeah, I know just what you're talking about," and winked at Amanda but she didn't really get the joke and so she just laid her head back and closed her eyes. In a moment she was passed out.

Jack patted a very frustrated Captain Michael on the back as he walked out the door. After he shut the door behind him, he walked over to the bed and sat down. He sighed as he gently pushed some stray hairs off of Amanda's face. After pulling the light blanket up over her sleeping form, he kissed her gently on the forehead and then went back up to the party still raging in the galley.