Okay, Okay! I confess that I'm a little more than obsessed with PotC. I'll try to do better this chapter! :) And just as a note, forget I said anything about the code. It's far to hard for me to understand!
Night Music: Thank you sooooooo much for your input on the pirates code. You have no idea how much you've helped me! You'll find out about the accent this chapter.
Raine: I'm trying, I really am. It's just so addicting. Yes, he was supposedly French.
Fuzzy Llama: First I want to say that I love your name! I'm so glad you love the story! Enjoy!
Chapter 18
"No, I've already told you a million times, I will never dine with that man, ever!" Zandra yelled at the man in front of her. It had been three days since her last meal with Drake and she had no desire to see him again.
"There's another dress in da closet. He wants ya to wear it tonight." Said the quartermaster as he turned to leave.
"NO! I'll wear it." Under her breath she muttered," Doesn't mean I'll go eat."
"Ya listen ta me! Ya'll go to eat wid the cap'n and ya'll enjoy it too!"
"And what if I won't?"
"Da crew gets da key to yer room." And with that threat the man left the room, slamming the door.
"Wait! Don't lock it!" She threw herself against the door.
"LET ME OUT OF HERE!!!!! PLEASE!!!! LET ME OUT!!!!" she screamed, slamming her fist into the heavy wooden door.
"Please let me out. Please. I'll go eat with him! I don't want to stay in here alone anymore!" She started to cry again. It was amazing, every time she thought she had cried herself out of tears, more and more came. All she wanted was to know that Jim was safe, and once she did she wanted him to hold her forever. A sob shook her body, all she wanted was Jim.
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..."Zandra? I need to tell you something."
"But..."
"It can wait. It's a beautiful night, there'll never be another one like it." He took her hand and led her outside. The stars were shining and all of etherium seemed to be alive with vivid colors. He heard her gasp.
"Oh Jim..." He pulled her into his arms. It was perfect. The beauty of the night was dull in comparison to her shining eyes.
"You're so beautiful..."
"You pulled me out here just to tell me that?"
"No. I wanted to say that I..." Suddenly she was ripped from his arms, screaming.
"I'll take that, Jimmy." It was Drake, but he was huge! Towering several feet above him, holding Zandra back with one hand.
"Thanks Jimmy. I'll be sure to send you a wedding invitation." Zandra kicked and yelled.
"Jim! Help me! HELP! Jiiiiiimmmm....."
Jim sat up, breathing hard. It had only been a dream. A nightmare. But everything had seemed so real, so vivid. Her could feel the crisp night air. The warmth of Zandra's body in his arms. He could hear her voice, calling his name, over and over. An involuntary shudder ran through his body. She needed him. She was afraid. Every instinct told him to find her so he could hold her and tell how safe she was with him. He stood up and ran to get dressed. As he pulled his shirt on his body protested with a sharp pain in his side. He realized there was nothing that he could do at night. He would just have to wait until morning.
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Zandra entered Drake's stateroom carefully. The gown he had sent to her room was very long and full, dark green with gold trim around the sleeves, waistline, and neckline, which was very low. The tiny waist of the gown had forced her to wear a dreaded corset that had left her barely able to breathe. Drake, just wait until I get my hands on you! she thought.
"Zandra, da gown becomes ya. Please sit down." She stiffly arranged her skirts and sat down to his right. The corset dug into her, but relaxed a bit once she sat down.
"Drake, I'm begging you. Bring me go back to him. Please...." He lifted his hand to silence her.
"Zandra, dahling, as much as I'd like to honor yer request. I can't. Do crew might get a tad bit angry wid me."
"But I thought it was bad luck to have a woman on board."
"Superstition luv."
"Drake, may I ask you something?" She said hoping that if he warmed up to her he might let her go.
"Ask away." He took a big bite of the meat in front of him.
"Since when do you have a pirate's accent."
"I've 'ad it all me life. I just changed it when I was a Benbow to fool ya." Good job. She thought with an inward moan. "Eat someting luv. I won't be known for 'aving starved to death captives."
"Well that's nice of you." She muttered sarcastically, but she still did not touch her food.
"Well then, if ya' won't eat then off wid ya." They stood up and much to Zandra's disappointment, he escorted her to her room. She had hoped to go see Silver and beg off some good food from him. When they reached her room Drake shoved her against the door. Holding her wrists with one hand, let his fingers roam over the low neckline of her dress.
"You ave no idea how long I've wanted to do this." He said
"Drake, stop it." She said through clenched teeth as she fought down the urge to kick him. Still his hand traced the lacy collar.
"Drake, I'll scream." He glanced up at her.
"Ya wouldn't be able to get 'nuff air sweet." With that she gave him a swift kick between the legs. As soon as he let go of her wrists she ducked inside her room, locking the door behind her. She leaned against the door, gasping for breath. Drake was right, there was no way so could've gotten enough air to scream loudly. She waited until she heard him go back into his stateroom, then got up and began to change into clothing she could breathe in. She ignored the ugly green and purple bruises the corset had left her with.
