Author's Note: Okay, before you all kill me for taking SOOOO long to
update, give me a second to explain. My teachers at school have gone mad.
Seriously mad. The people in the honours classes have had sooo much
homework that if this were a pirate ship we'd mutiny by now. Also, we have
the ACT and the PSAE tests next week so, yeah, I won't be updating til next
weekend probably. But on a happier note, I bought a Captain Jack Sparrow
tee-shirt the other day! Yay!
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What's in a Name?
Last time:
When he reached the deck, the ship was ready to sail. Jack took the helm and expertly led the Pearl out of the harbour and out to sea.
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What's in a Name?
Chapter 20: Captivity
Warning: There is some dark content in this chapter - slavery, implied rape, and lots of angst. I've warned you and if you don't want to read it, don't, but don't flame me and say that I didn't warn you.
I didn't know where we headed but...we were going somewhere. It seemed like forever but I lost count of the days although I imagined it was at least a month and a half. I was fed only once in a great while and the food that I was given was terrible. Weak soup, stale bread and old water on good days...moldy bread on bad. The crew left me alone mostly, except for leering glances and rude comments whenever they passed.. I hadn't gotten out of the brig in all my time there. There was a small pot in the corner for me to relieve myself in. It was emptied fairly often. I curled in the corner to sleep every night. I was given one blanket to wrap up in, although it did little good, I was still wearing my clothes from that last happy day at the waterfall, so needless to say, I was exceptionally cold.
My dreams were fevered and I thought often of times at home or on the Pearl, or at least when I was able to sleep. More often than not, I would lie in the corner of my cell and daydream about better times...there wasn't much else to do.
~*~
Finally, we reached wherever we had been heading. I didn't know if it was a relief or more to worry about. In truth the first thing I thought was that wherever I would be taken, maybe they would have some dry clothes or at least trousers, I was so cold. Dread started to overcome me as I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I froze.
The footsteps got louder and louder.
I bunched myself into a corner and tried to make myself smaller.
Kao Terra had come.
"Get up!" he barked.
I did as I was told, keeping as tightly packed into the corner as physically possible.
He opened the cell and one arm grabbed onto my shirt, pulling me forward. Quickly binding my hands, he led me down the docks, to a shabby building. He pulled me through the crowd and to a room off to the side. An immensely ugly man sat at a desk, scrawling something on parchment. He didn't look up when we entered and Kao cleared his throat to get his attention.
The ugly man looked up and said, "Ahh, Kao. Another, already?"
Kao nodded and pulled me closer to the lamplight. The other man stood up and walked slowly towards me. He pulled me from Kao and I stood, trembling as he walked around me. He touched my face and I withdrew sharply. He ran his hands along my front greedily. I squeezed my eyes shut...I thought I was going to vomit...
"A nice one, Kao," he said. "I'll give you one hundred and fifty gold pieces for her."
My brain kicked into gear as I realized that they were selling me. I gazed wildly around the room, searching for a way out...there was none that I could get to unhindered.
Kao scowled. "One hundred and fifty? You could easily sell her for three hundred or four hundred! But you give me one hundred and fifty?" he roared. "Do you want me to find another buyer? I could find others but I come to you because I know you'll give me a good price. Look at this hair! You don't get this all the time!" Kao said, pulling my hair over so that the ugly man could see it in better light.
"Two hundred," the ugly man purred.
"Three hundred!"
"Two hundred fifty!"
"Fine," Kao growled reluctantly before passing my bindings to the ugly man.
"You know who to get the money from," the ugly man hissed before pulling me away to another room.
In that room, there was an equally ugly woman who took my bindings and jerked me roughly forward. "Take off your clothes," she barked once the ugly man had left and untied my bonds.
I glared at her and spat at the ground by her feet. She slapped me across the face...after that, I did as I was told.
I stood shivering in the room as she walked around and around me, muttering to herself all the while, I only caught about half of what she was saying. The woman forced me in an ice-cold bathtub and forcefully scrubbed all the grime from the ship off of me. My skin was red and sore by the time she had finished. Finally she tossed me a fine dress and ordered me to put it on. I donned the ensemble unquestioningly and then my hands were roughly tied together in front of me. Then she applied rouge to my lips and some sort of paint to my face before she pulled me roughly away. She took me to a room full of young women and shoved me in. I sank slowly to the ground near the wall. The room was full of sobbing cries. With a sickening realization, I knew what was going to happen next. I could feel the tears prickling in my eyes as I heard the sounds of a crowd gathering next door.
And then....
A door across the room opened and one of the women was pulled away. She tried to fight but it was no use, she kicked and screamed like a banshee but only got hit in response. The rest went quietly for a time. They were either to shocked to protest or already resigned to their fate...whatever it may be.
I was taken after the eighth woman. A hand grabbed me and pulled me roughly to my feet. I struggled but got pushed hard in punishment. When I stumbled, he pushed me onto a stage of some sort. The men in the room quieted to a semi-roar and the man that Kao sold me to started talking...about me. "This beaut is a London-born girl who fell into the hands of the wrong person...me! Golden hair, good luck! Start the bidding at five hundred gold pieces."
Fear coursed through my veins. My heart beat like tribal drums in my throat and my stomach was filled with the flutter of angry butterflies. I saw a man down in the front row staring at me hungrily, his beer slopped messily in his beard, his hair greasy from ill care. He roared in approval as I was pulled further out. I shut my eyes and tried to picture myself anywhere but here. Vaguely, I could hear men shouting out amounts and I knew it was for me. I wanted to run, to hide, to find some way away from the shockingly horrific reality that was occurring around me. In a fit of desperation, I tore from my captor's grasp. I tried to run off the stage but was caught and I heard from a detached place as the amount that the men were bidding for me skyrocketed.
"One thousand gold pieces!"
"Fifteen hundred!"
"Two thousand!!"
"Two thousand three hundred!" a man roared.
No one seemed to want to argue with this. "Twenty three hundred it is!" the auctioneer cried, tears of joy positively streaming down his face.
Me, on the other hand, I was crying in grief. Hands grabbed at me as I was forced through the crowd to my new...master. I shook with fear as we got increasingly closer. I could see this new man staring at me as we walked up. Over six feet tall, muscular, with a gold earring in one ear, this new man leered down at me. His head was covered in sleek black hair and his face was partially in shadow. For one wild moment, I wondered if I had been sold to the devil himself. He licked his lips and made a lewd gesture, causing me to shiver again.
My bonds were passed off just as easily the gold was and the deal was sealed.
The man jerked my bindings roughly and pulled me through the crowd. Others around us, obviously angry that this man had out-bid them, grabbed at me, touching my breasts, pulling my hair, grabbing onto my dress as we went. My dress tore near the bottom, sending one jealous man sprawling to the ground. The dark haired man pulled me strongly, as if leading a stubborn horse. I dug my heels down in an attempt to slow down our progress but it didn't work. He pulled sharply and I lost my balance and fell, landing face-first on the ground. He kicked me in the side and I scrambled to my feet, recognizing defeat when it came. Out of the pub, up a hill and to a house on the top of the hill, a large brick one with a path leading down to the village. As I numbly followed, I tried to find an escape route...should I ever get the chance.
He took me inside the home. Fear was absolutely overpowering me. "W-wh-wh- who are you?" I whispered as he led me down a corridor.
The man turned to glare at me. "No questions!" he roared. He took me to a woman, barked an order in another language, pushed me hard in the back and left, slamming the door loudly behind him.
I stared at the woman before me. She didn't look too old. Couldn't be over thirty, from the look of her, she had short dark hair and olive shaped blue eyes. There was a tired look in her eyes as she looked me up and down and I saw an emotion flicker behind her eyes as she beckoned me further into the room. I stood, rooted to the spot, too petrified to move other than to shiver violently, all I could do was meet the woman's eyes and hope that I could beg her for help without actually saying anything.
"He'll have bought you, then, aye?" she asked wearily.
I nodded feebly, my hands shaking violently.
She nodded and said, "Come further in, then. I won't hurt you."
I did as I was told, my mind was buzzing and I didn't think that my tongue would move or that I could even form words unless I absolutely had to.
"I'm Inai," she said calmly. "Come in further, dear. You look seriously freezing. Its warmer over by the fire."
I moved over to the fire. It was, in fact, much warmer. "I'm Christy..." I murmured in a bare squeak of a voice.
"Well, Christy, if you would, I'd appreciate some help with this," she said kindly, gesturing to the washing she had been doing.
Silently, I helped her to wash the rags and then I swept the floor, tears streamed down my face all the while as I thought longingly of Jack...not knowing that at this very instant the Black Pearl was speeding to find me.
Inai looked over at me while I was sweeping. She looked sympathetic. "It's not that bad, you know."
I didn't respond to this comment. I merely gazed at the floor as I continued on with my work. Words seethed up inside of me and I fought to at least semi-tame them before I spat them out." You've never been there, have you," I asked in a low voice. "You've never seen what they do, have you? You don't know what it's like to be treated like some object to be passed around like a piece of cake. Don't try to assume what its like when you have no idea. When you'll never know. And if you do, then so be it, but don't talk to me about it. If you live in such a life of grandeur, then don't smear my face in mud because mine is not and will not be for the rest of my life."
Inai stood silently for a time, not looking at me, just continuing with her work. "My husband...Bano...he's not that bad...you'll end out okay. He's not that terrible...not a murderer," she murmured.
I snorted inwardly at this proclamation. She had just said that he wasn't that bad but...he had purchased me like I was nothing more than goods in the market. Something in me snapped and I whispered hoarsely, "Do you know who I was with when I was stolen?"
Inai shook her head 'no' calmly. I wanted to hit her...her face was so calm, so impassive while she was looking at me. Was she even human? Or was this truly the house of the devil? Maybe it was.
"Captain Jack Sparrow. The captain of the Black Pearl. The legendary Captain Jack Sparrow. And all of a sudden, this man from dinner the night before started laughing at us. And they pulled me from the water and away. I didn't get to say good bye. I couldn't even put on my trousers. He had been teaching me how to swim. I couldn't grab something decent. I was torn away and taken to Kao's ship and then he sold me and they argued over the price. Like I was a piece of meat! And then I got taken out and auctioned off like a cow!" I whispered, a stray tear tracing its lonely down my face.
Inai didn't comment for a while. "Captain Jack Sparrow?" she asked.
I nodded.
Inai's eyes widened. "What's he like?"
"He's wonderful. Incredibly handsome. Strong. He has really dark eyes, dreadlocks, dark skin. He's kind, usually. Never raised a hand against me," I said, while picturing Jack in my mind. I could see the wind playing with his dreadlocks and his faithful hat in place as the Pearl cut majestically through the waters of the Caribbean.
"How did you meet him?"
"He kidnapped me, actually. I was sailing from London with my mum. And long story short, we fell in love and...well, here I am. He'll come and get me...you'll see. He'll come and take me away from this hell-hole."
Inai smiled indulgently and patted my hand. "You're young and idealistic. Face it, though, no one's going to come and rescue you. Your pirate captain is probably dead. Just get used to life here and it'll be easier for you."
I scowled and bit back the words I longed to throw at her.
I talked absently with Inai only when she talked to me. Mostly, though, I stayed silent, brooding in my own thoughts. I was still partially in shock but realization came like a dull knife sawing away at my hopes and dreams for any future. But I had no future now. I was a slave. I had to help her make dinner and then finally, she led me to a place to sleep. She smiled sadly and patted my arm reassuringly before leaving...I didn't know why.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried to sleep. But I couldn't. My mind wouldn't disengage and I kept going over all sorts of things in my head. I sighed deeply and rolled over.
And then, I heard it.
Footsteps.
The door opened and I pretended to be asleep, sticking to the childhood philosophy of 'If I ignore it, it will go away.'
It didn't.
A hand grasped my shoulder and rolled me over onto my back. I gazed up at the dark figure. It was Bano. I scrambled backwards. He caught onto my hand and pulled me forward. His other hand clamped over my mouth, keeping me from screaming.
I bit his hand and drew blood.
He slapped me across my face and I saw stars flash in my eyes. He kneeled down in front of me and pushed me down to the ground. He lifted the hem of my dress and...I bit my lip and tried to put myself in another place...in a happy place...I knew what was coming, I just tried not to think about it as pain overcame me. In every way that Jack had been gentle, Bano was the exact opposite. When I cried out in pain, he punished me for it. *See important note at bottom*
When he finally left, I curled into a tiny ball and sobbing silently until I eventually fell asleep. I hardly registered the lock clicking into place.
~*~
The next morning, Inai came to wake me up sometime before sunrise. Her kind eyes took in my swollen, bloodshot eyes and my position on the floor.
I think that she knew what had happened but she didn't say anything. Not that there was much to say. I pushed myself up, trying to ignore the immense pain in my body and followed Inai away. She gave me a set of old clothes to wear.
I made breakfast silently and took it to Bano. I glared angrily at him but didn't say anything, knowing when to fight and when not to. As I turned to go, he slapped me on my bum. I jumped and glared at him. He laughed and barked an order for more rum.
I went to the kitchen. Inai wasn't there. Feeling vindictive, I uncorked the bottle and spat disgustingly in it. After recorking the bottle, I shook up the contents and took it out to Bano.
I slammed the bottle down on the table and turned to leave. Bano grabbed my arm and pulled me down painfully to him. I couldn't be more than a centimetre away from him and he said lowly, "You will learn, little one. You will loose that spirit in you or continue to feel my displeasure."
I could feel the flecks of spit flying from his mouth landing on my face. I raised a shaking hand to my face and wiped off the saliva. Bano pushed me away from him. I stumbled slightly and hurried into the relative safety of the kitchen.
~*~
The first few weeks were the worst in my life. It was a living hell. I got beaten for being too spirited, for looking out the window, for not cooking correctly, for just about anything. Bano had come to me often since the first night, each experience worse than the last. The initial shock had since worn off...but I had lost myself. My mind dulled out everything that wasn't necessary to survive and I knew that it was only because I had a stubborn streak inside me that I was even alive. I knew that I would prove them wrong...I would not die here...I would not loose what I had gained to this. But my mind, while it still held onto those desperate thoughts, eliminated most other things...I thought and felt little else. I felt like a shell...I had lost all shreds of myself that I had gained. I had forgotten how to be happy. And whenever shreds of hope started to appear, they were roughly wrested away from me. Like a cicada that has died and dried out, I was a shell, an empty husk...most of the time. There were times that I felt almost like myself again...usually when I was doing something to sabotage those around me...like spitting into Bano's rum...but usually...I was lost in a pit of self-pity.
I had an ally in Inai but she was sometimes bullied by her husband and would step aside to let him deal with me. But usually, she was decent.
One morning, I woke earlier than usual. The previous day had been horrific. I shuddered to recall what had happened. I was terribly bruised and sore all over. Bano had beaten me terribly. I knew why, this time. When I was preparing food for him the previous night for dinner, I had intentionally not cooked the food all the way through...he had gotten sick. Exceptionally sick. I lay awake two nights ago, listening to the sounds of retching filtering through the house and I felt happy hearing it. But the next morning...Bano had stormed down to my little cupboard and I had received the worst thrashing of my life...I passed out part way through it. I had awoken later when he pitched a bucket of water on me. It was all I could do to keep him from killing me...I knew that he had it in him...and know I realised that I would have to be more careful. Blatantly poisoning him had been stupid. I was the only one who prepared food so anything that was wrong with the food could easily be pinned on me. I would have to figure out another strategy.
I knew without seeing that there would be ugly bruises on me. I ran my hands over my front, feeling if I had broken any ribs or other damage. But it was as I ran my hands down my front that I noticed it. Where the rest of my body had seemed to have lost weight lately, my stomach seemed different. Rounder. But only slightly, though.
My brain kicked into speed and I quickly thought of everything that had been occurring. I had been having odd food cravings...but I had simply dismissed them as hunger...I hadn't had my period in quite a while...but I hadn't worried...I don't know why. I had been moody...but I assumed it was simply the after-effects of so much stress. But what if...what if...what if it wasn't simply coincidence. What if it was...
'Oh Lord, help me,' I thought. 'I can't be pregnant with his baby.' But a quick count backwards told me that the child could not possibly be Bano's. I wouldn't be showing if it was. It had to be...
It had to be Jack's.
My heart soared in my chest briefly before a crashing wave of realisation brought me sharply back to reality. My child would be born in this...in slavery... if I was even allowed to carry it to full term. Inai could easily slip something into my food if she didn't want me to have this baby...I knew that much from some of the stories she had told me when she thought I wasn't listening. But I was...and I could not...would not... allow that.
Desparation filled me and I decided to take matters into my own hands. If no one else would help me then I would have to help myself out of this situation.
I heard Jack's voice in the back of my head saying, "Wait for the opportune moment," but I didn't listen to it.
I knew what I had to do and I knew that I had to do it quickly. These frantic thoughts, however, brought back a shred of myself and I smiled faintly to myself. Its odd how panic can bring you back to yourself.
I quietly moved from my closet. Bano had thought me long since broken, he didn't bother to lock the door any more. So, as silent as a shadow, I opened the door and moved silently down the hall, hoping against hope that Bano and Inai were still asleep.
Soon I had reached the door, I stretched out my hand, feeling the cool metal under my fingers. Slowly, I turned the handle and pulled it back to let a small sliver of light through.
I opened it a bit further and slipped though.
My insides were soaring. I had made it out of the house. I could feel the wind on my face! The sun shone down on my face and warmed me more than I had felt in a long time. The air smelled fresh and I heard birds chirping merrily, and all their songs seemed to me to be victory songs, joyously proclaiming my escape.
Hunching over to make myself as small as possible, I ran from the home, hoping desperately not to be seen.
I made it a good seventy-five metres when it happened.
Something large, dark and heavy came barreling into me. I fell to the ground the immense figure over me. It was Bano.
I cursed under my breath. I'd been caught.
Bano pulled me to my feet, shouting in his language and forced me back up to the house. Once we had crossed the threshold, Bano slammed me into the wall. I knocked into it painfully.
"You thought you'd run, eh? You don't run from me! You can't get away, girl! There is no escape! You can't win in this one, you filthy, rotten bitch!" he roared.
I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, wishing he'd go away. His hand clamped around my throat tightly and pushed me up the wall. I was balancing on my tiptoes only. A hand collided with my temple and lights flashed in my eyes.
"Let her go, Bano," Inai said evenly from behind.
I glanced over at her. My eyes were watering from lack of air and my vision was starting to go black around the edges. The hand on me tightened.
"Let her go," Inai said again.
Bano dropped me suddenly and backed away slightly. He glared menacingly at me and I shuddered. Bano growled under his breath and said, "Put a chain on her. I won't have her getting away. I paid too much for that wench to loose her." And then he stalked away.
Inai grabbed onto my elbow and led me away. She took me to the kitchen and took a metal chain...similar to the type of chain that attached itself to an anchor for a ship but shackles at the end...like the ones for prisoners. She attached it to my ankle and then to a hook that I had failed to notice was there before. Smiling softly, she said, "You'll be able to move around the house, but Bano knows that it's not long enough to reach the door."
I grinned slightly just to make Inai think that I wasn't planning anything else and tested the weight of the chain. It wasn't too heavy...but just heavy enough. I would have to figure out another way to get out of this place...before my pregnancy became obvious...before I gave Bano another innocent to hurt.
Inai left to go see to something...I didn't listen. Instead I was too busy cursing my own stupidity to pay proper attention. Why hadn't I listened to that little voice in my head, for once it was right...
~*~
I paid dearly for my escape attempt. Bano was absolutely furious but he wouldn't harm me around Inai. In that, I was lucky, but I knew it would only be a matter of time before he got his revenge.
~*~
-On the Black Pearl-
"Cap'n, we're coming onto the island," called Gibbs.
Jack grinned wildly. He had been sent in the wrong direction by King Kamehameha. Kao in fact did occasionally dock in Singapore...but not on a regular basis. Jack had, though been able to 'convince' some of the pub patrons to reveal where Kao usually took those he would sell. It turned out that it was an island that Jack knew of and he knew the exact location of it. So, with a month wasted, Jack set out from Singapore, hoping against hope that he could find Christy before it was too late. It had taken nearly two months to reach the island after leaving from Singapore. The Pearl, with its repairs still incomplete, had not made as good of time as she usually would. But none the less, it had finally gotten there. But there was a shadow of doubt in Jack's mind...three months...that was a long time and Jack knew all to well that things like human life didn't take long to drain. And he also realized that if he got her back...that she might not be the same...Jack had heard what women who got sold into slavery experienced.
An hour or so later, the Pearl was docked. Jack made disembarked quickly and quickly made his way down the street. He knew where to go. Jack had been to this island before and knew exactly what went on here. He stormed into the auction building and back to the room that Christina had been sold for the first time in. The ugly man at the desk looked up at Jack. Jack drew his cutlass and smoothly placed it against the man's neck.
"Where is she?" he asked in an angry voice.
The ugly man stared questioningly at Jack. "Wh-who-who?"
"Christina Delcot! Where is she? The girl that came in with Kao Terra. Where is she?"
The ugly man blanched. "Kao...Terra? Who is that?" the man asked in an unconvincingly confused voice.
"You know damn well who it is! Where is she?" Jack roared.
The man shivered and said, "She...she...she's not here! I...sold her....to...Bano."
"Where?"
"Down the road and up the hill. The large house. Brick..." the man said quietly.
Jack removed the cutlass and stormed out of the room. He hurried down the street and up the hill. At the top of the hill, he spotted it, the house that had been described.
Jack crept through the bushes quietly up towards the house. Suddenly the door opened, Jack ducked down, still keeping watch. He saw Christy run out of the house. She was trying to escape! Jack crawled through the bushes rapidly. She reached the road. But...a huge body collided with her. Jack winced as he watched Christy be smashed to the ground under a larger person. The man was shouting at her as he pulled her to her feet and drug her into the house. Once they were inside, Jack could still hear the shouts echoing out. And then there was silence.
Jack sank down in the bushes and waited.
~*~
The rest of the day went fairly normally. It took me a while to adjust to having the chain on my leg, it was an enormous hindrance. However, that evening, Inai left, after giving me strict instructions for things to do. She told me that she had to go visit a friend. I knew that Bano must have 'encouraged' her to go. Cottony dread filled my mouth at this. I had lost my only ally. I knew now that I was going to pay for my earlier escape attempt.
I made dinner as Inai had instructed and took it to Bano. He ordered me to stay as he ate. I stood a ways away from him while he ate ravenously, my stomach growled hungrily but I knew better than to ask for anything to eat.
I shifted my weight timidly and gazed around the room.
As soon as my attention had been adverted, Bano pounced. In the blink of an eye, I found myself pinned up against the wall, my arms caught in an iron grip above my head.
"YOU ARE MINE!" he roared in my face. "DON'T TRY TO ESCAPE AGAIN OR IT WILL BE THE LAST THING YOU'LL EVER DO! YOU ARE MINE!"
A hand collided with my face, flashing stars once more in my eyes. I whimpered slightly as Bano kept shouting but it was in that odd language which he spoke to Inai in. Bano picked me up and threw me into the wall, I felt the chain on my leg protest as I was tossed like a rag doll. I got tangled up in it and I tried to crawl away, but Bano pulled me roughly to my feet.
I saw something move out of the corner of my eye.
Then there was nothing. I had blacked out.
~*~
IMPORTANT NOTE!
And just one final note as far as the whole scene with Bano and Christy...the implied rape one. I am NOT trying to over-generalize rape or an of the torturous things that people who are sold into slavery experience. I sympathize greatly with them and I know people who have been through similiar experieces. But to make my story seem as realistic as possible, I had to put that in. A woman back then that was sold into slavery or kidnapped by pirates for that matter, would have been most likely raped. It is how the world worked back then. So, I would greatly appreciate not getting flames telling me that I am unsympathetic, rude and an insult to the name of writer for that scene...now if you send me one for anything else, well, so be it...but I worded everything as carefully as possible and did not even say exactly what happened...so....
Okay, aside from that, how was the chapter? What did Christy see before she blacked out? I hope that you all liked at least some of the chapter...I certainly hope it was long enough...18 pages...
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Author thanks:
Captain Aunna Borgonia - Thanks for the review. I hope that you're not daft like Jack from the wait. Hope you like the chapter.
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Zubachickqt4u - Thanks for the review. Kao is just a name that came to me when I was writing it...I don't think he's been in any other stories or anything...it just seemed like a good evil person name. Enjoy!
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What's in a Name?
Last time:
When he reached the deck, the ship was ready to sail. Jack took the helm and expertly led the Pearl out of the harbour and out to sea.
~*~
What's in a Name?
Chapter 20: Captivity
Warning: There is some dark content in this chapter - slavery, implied rape, and lots of angst. I've warned you and if you don't want to read it, don't, but don't flame me and say that I didn't warn you.
I didn't know where we headed but...we were going somewhere. It seemed like forever but I lost count of the days although I imagined it was at least a month and a half. I was fed only once in a great while and the food that I was given was terrible. Weak soup, stale bread and old water on good days...moldy bread on bad. The crew left me alone mostly, except for leering glances and rude comments whenever they passed.. I hadn't gotten out of the brig in all my time there. There was a small pot in the corner for me to relieve myself in. It was emptied fairly often. I curled in the corner to sleep every night. I was given one blanket to wrap up in, although it did little good, I was still wearing my clothes from that last happy day at the waterfall, so needless to say, I was exceptionally cold.
My dreams were fevered and I thought often of times at home or on the Pearl, or at least when I was able to sleep. More often than not, I would lie in the corner of my cell and daydream about better times...there wasn't much else to do.
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Finally, we reached wherever we had been heading. I didn't know if it was a relief or more to worry about. In truth the first thing I thought was that wherever I would be taken, maybe they would have some dry clothes or at least trousers, I was so cold. Dread started to overcome me as I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I froze.
The footsteps got louder and louder.
I bunched myself into a corner and tried to make myself smaller.
Kao Terra had come.
"Get up!" he barked.
I did as I was told, keeping as tightly packed into the corner as physically possible.
He opened the cell and one arm grabbed onto my shirt, pulling me forward. Quickly binding my hands, he led me down the docks, to a shabby building. He pulled me through the crowd and to a room off to the side. An immensely ugly man sat at a desk, scrawling something on parchment. He didn't look up when we entered and Kao cleared his throat to get his attention.
The ugly man looked up and said, "Ahh, Kao. Another, already?"
Kao nodded and pulled me closer to the lamplight. The other man stood up and walked slowly towards me. He pulled me from Kao and I stood, trembling as he walked around me. He touched my face and I withdrew sharply. He ran his hands along my front greedily. I squeezed my eyes shut...I thought I was going to vomit...
"A nice one, Kao," he said. "I'll give you one hundred and fifty gold pieces for her."
My brain kicked into gear as I realized that they were selling me. I gazed wildly around the room, searching for a way out...there was none that I could get to unhindered.
Kao scowled. "One hundred and fifty? You could easily sell her for three hundred or four hundred! But you give me one hundred and fifty?" he roared. "Do you want me to find another buyer? I could find others but I come to you because I know you'll give me a good price. Look at this hair! You don't get this all the time!" Kao said, pulling my hair over so that the ugly man could see it in better light.
"Two hundred," the ugly man purred.
"Three hundred!"
"Two hundred fifty!"
"Fine," Kao growled reluctantly before passing my bindings to the ugly man.
"You know who to get the money from," the ugly man hissed before pulling me away to another room.
In that room, there was an equally ugly woman who took my bindings and jerked me roughly forward. "Take off your clothes," she barked once the ugly man had left and untied my bonds.
I glared at her and spat at the ground by her feet. She slapped me across the face...after that, I did as I was told.
I stood shivering in the room as she walked around and around me, muttering to herself all the while, I only caught about half of what she was saying. The woman forced me in an ice-cold bathtub and forcefully scrubbed all the grime from the ship off of me. My skin was red and sore by the time she had finished. Finally she tossed me a fine dress and ordered me to put it on. I donned the ensemble unquestioningly and then my hands were roughly tied together in front of me. Then she applied rouge to my lips and some sort of paint to my face before she pulled me roughly away. She took me to a room full of young women and shoved me in. I sank slowly to the ground near the wall. The room was full of sobbing cries. With a sickening realization, I knew what was going to happen next. I could feel the tears prickling in my eyes as I heard the sounds of a crowd gathering next door.
And then....
A door across the room opened and one of the women was pulled away. She tried to fight but it was no use, she kicked and screamed like a banshee but only got hit in response. The rest went quietly for a time. They were either to shocked to protest or already resigned to their fate...whatever it may be.
I was taken after the eighth woman. A hand grabbed me and pulled me roughly to my feet. I struggled but got pushed hard in punishment. When I stumbled, he pushed me onto a stage of some sort. The men in the room quieted to a semi-roar and the man that Kao sold me to started talking...about me. "This beaut is a London-born girl who fell into the hands of the wrong person...me! Golden hair, good luck! Start the bidding at five hundred gold pieces."
Fear coursed through my veins. My heart beat like tribal drums in my throat and my stomach was filled with the flutter of angry butterflies. I saw a man down in the front row staring at me hungrily, his beer slopped messily in his beard, his hair greasy from ill care. He roared in approval as I was pulled further out. I shut my eyes and tried to picture myself anywhere but here. Vaguely, I could hear men shouting out amounts and I knew it was for me. I wanted to run, to hide, to find some way away from the shockingly horrific reality that was occurring around me. In a fit of desperation, I tore from my captor's grasp. I tried to run off the stage but was caught and I heard from a detached place as the amount that the men were bidding for me skyrocketed.
"One thousand gold pieces!"
"Fifteen hundred!"
"Two thousand!!"
"Two thousand three hundred!" a man roared.
No one seemed to want to argue with this. "Twenty three hundred it is!" the auctioneer cried, tears of joy positively streaming down his face.
Me, on the other hand, I was crying in grief. Hands grabbed at me as I was forced through the crowd to my new...master. I shook with fear as we got increasingly closer. I could see this new man staring at me as we walked up. Over six feet tall, muscular, with a gold earring in one ear, this new man leered down at me. His head was covered in sleek black hair and his face was partially in shadow. For one wild moment, I wondered if I had been sold to the devil himself. He licked his lips and made a lewd gesture, causing me to shiver again.
My bonds were passed off just as easily the gold was and the deal was sealed.
The man jerked my bindings roughly and pulled me through the crowd. Others around us, obviously angry that this man had out-bid them, grabbed at me, touching my breasts, pulling my hair, grabbing onto my dress as we went. My dress tore near the bottom, sending one jealous man sprawling to the ground. The dark haired man pulled me strongly, as if leading a stubborn horse. I dug my heels down in an attempt to slow down our progress but it didn't work. He pulled sharply and I lost my balance and fell, landing face-first on the ground. He kicked me in the side and I scrambled to my feet, recognizing defeat when it came. Out of the pub, up a hill and to a house on the top of the hill, a large brick one with a path leading down to the village. As I numbly followed, I tried to find an escape route...should I ever get the chance.
He took me inside the home. Fear was absolutely overpowering me. "W-wh-wh- who are you?" I whispered as he led me down a corridor.
The man turned to glare at me. "No questions!" he roared. He took me to a woman, barked an order in another language, pushed me hard in the back and left, slamming the door loudly behind him.
I stared at the woman before me. She didn't look too old. Couldn't be over thirty, from the look of her, she had short dark hair and olive shaped blue eyes. There was a tired look in her eyes as she looked me up and down and I saw an emotion flicker behind her eyes as she beckoned me further into the room. I stood, rooted to the spot, too petrified to move other than to shiver violently, all I could do was meet the woman's eyes and hope that I could beg her for help without actually saying anything.
"He'll have bought you, then, aye?" she asked wearily.
I nodded feebly, my hands shaking violently.
She nodded and said, "Come further in, then. I won't hurt you."
I did as I was told, my mind was buzzing and I didn't think that my tongue would move or that I could even form words unless I absolutely had to.
"I'm Inai," she said calmly. "Come in further, dear. You look seriously freezing. Its warmer over by the fire."
I moved over to the fire. It was, in fact, much warmer. "I'm Christy..." I murmured in a bare squeak of a voice.
"Well, Christy, if you would, I'd appreciate some help with this," she said kindly, gesturing to the washing she had been doing.
Silently, I helped her to wash the rags and then I swept the floor, tears streamed down my face all the while as I thought longingly of Jack...not knowing that at this very instant the Black Pearl was speeding to find me.
Inai looked over at me while I was sweeping. She looked sympathetic. "It's not that bad, you know."
I didn't respond to this comment. I merely gazed at the floor as I continued on with my work. Words seethed up inside of me and I fought to at least semi-tame them before I spat them out." You've never been there, have you," I asked in a low voice. "You've never seen what they do, have you? You don't know what it's like to be treated like some object to be passed around like a piece of cake. Don't try to assume what its like when you have no idea. When you'll never know. And if you do, then so be it, but don't talk to me about it. If you live in such a life of grandeur, then don't smear my face in mud because mine is not and will not be for the rest of my life."
Inai stood silently for a time, not looking at me, just continuing with her work. "My husband...Bano...he's not that bad...you'll end out okay. He's not that terrible...not a murderer," she murmured.
I snorted inwardly at this proclamation. She had just said that he wasn't that bad but...he had purchased me like I was nothing more than goods in the market. Something in me snapped and I whispered hoarsely, "Do you know who I was with when I was stolen?"
Inai shook her head 'no' calmly. I wanted to hit her...her face was so calm, so impassive while she was looking at me. Was she even human? Or was this truly the house of the devil? Maybe it was.
"Captain Jack Sparrow. The captain of the Black Pearl. The legendary Captain Jack Sparrow. And all of a sudden, this man from dinner the night before started laughing at us. And they pulled me from the water and away. I didn't get to say good bye. I couldn't even put on my trousers. He had been teaching me how to swim. I couldn't grab something decent. I was torn away and taken to Kao's ship and then he sold me and they argued over the price. Like I was a piece of meat! And then I got taken out and auctioned off like a cow!" I whispered, a stray tear tracing its lonely down my face.
Inai didn't comment for a while. "Captain Jack Sparrow?" she asked.
I nodded.
Inai's eyes widened. "What's he like?"
"He's wonderful. Incredibly handsome. Strong. He has really dark eyes, dreadlocks, dark skin. He's kind, usually. Never raised a hand against me," I said, while picturing Jack in my mind. I could see the wind playing with his dreadlocks and his faithful hat in place as the Pearl cut majestically through the waters of the Caribbean.
"How did you meet him?"
"He kidnapped me, actually. I was sailing from London with my mum. And long story short, we fell in love and...well, here I am. He'll come and get me...you'll see. He'll come and take me away from this hell-hole."
Inai smiled indulgently and patted my hand. "You're young and idealistic. Face it, though, no one's going to come and rescue you. Your pirate captain is probably dead. Just get used to life here and it'll be easier for you."
I scowled and bit back the words I longed to throw at her.
I talked absently with Inai only when she talked to me. Mostly, though, I stayed silent, brooding in my own thoughts. I was still partially in shock but realization came like a dull knife sawing away at my hopes and dreams for any future. But I had no future now. I was a slave. I had to help her make dinner and then finally, she led me to a place to sleep. She smiled sadly and patted my arm reassuringly before leaving...I didn't know why.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried to sleep. But I couldn't. My mind wouldn't disengage and I kept going over all sorts of things in my head. I sighed deeply and rolled over.
And then, I heard it.
Footsteps.
The door opened and I pretended to be asleep, sticking to the childhood philosophy of 'If I ignore it, it will go away.'
It didn't.
A hand grasped my shoulder and rolled me over onto my back. I gazed up at the dark figure. It was Bano. I scrambled backwards. He caught onto my hand and pulled me forward. His other hand clamped over my mouth, keeping me from screaming.
I bit his hand and drew blood.
He slapped me across my face and I saw stars flash in my eyes. He kneeled down in front of me and pushed me down to the ground. He lifted the hem of my dress and...I bit my lip and tried to put myself in another place...in a happy place...I knew what was coming, I just tried not to think about it as pain overcame me. In every way that Jack had been gentle, Bano was the exact opposite. When I cried out in pain, he punished me for it. *See important note at bottom*
When he finally left, I curled into a tiny ball and sobbing silently until I eventually fell asleep. I hardly registered the lock clicking into place.
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The next morning, Inai came to wake me up sometime before sunrise. Her kind eyes took in my swollen, bloodshot eyes and my position on the floor.
I think that she knew what had happened but she didn't say anything. Not that there was much to say. I pushed myself up, trying to ignore the immense pain in my body and followed Inai away. She gave me a set of old clothes to wear.
I made breakfast silently and took it to Bano. I glared angrily at him but didn't say anything, knowing when to fight and when not to. As I turned to go, he slapped me on my bum. I jumped and glared at him. He laughed and barked an order for more rum.
I went to the kitchen. Inai wasn't there. Feeling vindictive, I uncorked the bottle and spat disgustingly in it. After recorking the bottle, I shook up the contents and took it out to Bano.
I slammed the bottle down on the table and turned to leave. Bano grabbed my arm and pulled me down painfully to him. I couldn't be more than a centimetre away from him and he said lowly, "You will learn, little one. You will loose that spirit in you or continue to feel my displeasure."
I could feel the flecks of spit flying from his mouth landing on my face. I raised a shaking hand to my face and wiped off the saliva. Bano pushed me away from him. I stumbled slightly and hurried into the relative safety of the kitchen.
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The first few weeks were the worst in my life. It was a living hell. I got beaten for being too spirited, for looking out the window, for not cooking correctly, for just about anything. Bano had come to me often since the first night, each experience worse than the last. The initial shock had since worn off...but I had lost myself. My mind dulled out everything that wasn't necessary to survive and I knew that it was only because I had a stubborn streak inside me that I was even alive. I knew that I would prove them wrong...I would not die here...I would not loose what I had gained to this. But my mind, while it still held onto those desperate thoughts, eliminated most other things...I thought and felt little else. I felt like a shell...I had lost all shreds of myself that I had gained. I had forgotten how to be happy. And whenever shreds of hope started to appear, they were roughly wrested away from me. Like a cicada that has died and dried out, I was a shell, an empty husk...most of the time. There were times that I felt almost like myself again...usually when I was doing something to sabotage those around me...like spitting into Bano's rum...but usually...I was lost in a pit of self-pity.
I had an ally in Inai but she was sometimes bullied by her husband and would step aside to let him deal with me. But usually, she was decent.
One morning, I woke earlier than usual. The previous day had been horrific. I shuddered to recall what had happened. I was terribly bruised and sore all over. Bano had beaten me terribly. I knew why, this time. When I was preparing food for him the previous night for dinner, I had intentionally not cooked the food all the way through...he had gotten sick. Exceptionally sick. I lay awake two nights ago, listening to the sounds of retching filtering through the house and I felt happy hearing it. But the next morning...Bano had stormed down to my little cupboard and I had received the worst thrashing of my life...I passed out part way through it. I had awoken later when he pitched a bucket of water on me. It was all I could do to keep him from killing me...I knew that he had it in him...and know I realised that I would have to be more careful. Blatantly poisoning him had been stupid. I was the only one who prepared food so anything that was wrong with the food could easily be pinned on me. I would have to figure out another strategy.
I knew without seeing that there would be ugly bruises on me. I ran my hands over my front, feeling if I had broken any ribs or other damage. But it was as I ran my hands down my front that I noticed it. Where the rest of my body had seemed to have lost weight lately, my stomach seemed different. Rounder. But only slightly, though.
My brain kicked into speed and I quickly thought of everything that had been occurring. I had been having odd food cravings...but I had simply dismissed them as hunger...I hadn't had my period in quite a while...but I hadn't worried...I don't know why. I had been moody...but I assumed it was simply the after-effects of so much stress. But what if...what if...what if it wasn't simply coincidence. What if it was...
'Oh Lord, help me,' I thought. 'I can't be pregnant with his baby.' But a quick count backwards told me that the child could not possibly be Bano's. I wouldn't be showing if it was. It had to be...
It had to be Jack's.
My heart soared in my chest briefly before a crashing wave of realisation brought me sharply back to reality. My child would be born in this...in slavery... if I was even allowed to carry it to full term. Inai could easily slip something into my food if she didn't want me to have this baby...I knew that much from some of the stories she had told me when she thought I wasn't listening. But I was...and I could not...would not... allow that.
Desparation filled me and I decided to take matters into my own hands. If no one else would help me then I would have to help myself out of this situation.
I heard Jack's voice in the back of my head saying, "Wait for the opportune moment," but I didn't listen to it.
I knew what I had to do and I knew that I had to do it quickly. These frantic thoughts, however, brought back a shred of myself and I smiled faintly to myself. Its odd how panic can bring you back to yourself.
I quietly moved from my closet. Bano had thought me long since broken, he didn't bother to lock the door any more. So, as silent as a shadow, I opened the door and moved silently down the hall, hoping against hope that Bano and Inai were still asleep.
Soon I had reached the door, I stretched out my hand, feeling the cool metal under my fingers. Slowly, I turned the handle and pulled it back to let a small sliver of light through.
I opened it a bit further and slipped though.
My insides were soaring. I had made it out of the house. I could feel the wind on my face! The sun shone down on my face and warmed me more than I had felt in a long time. The air smelled fresh and I heard birds chirping merrily, and all their songs seemed to me to be victory songs, joyously proclaiming my escape.
Hunching over to make myself as small as possible, I ran from the home, hoping desperately not to be seen.
I made it a good seventy-five metres when it happened.
Something large, dark and heavy came barreling into me. I fell to the ground the immense figure over me. It was Bano.
I cursed under my breath. I'd been caught.
Bano pulled me to my feet, shouting in his language and forced me back up to the house. Once we had crossed the threshold, Bano slammed me into the wall. I knocked into it painfully.
"You thought you'd run, eh? You don't run from me! You can't get away, girl! There is no escape! You can't win in this one, you filthy, rotten bitch!" he roared.
I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, wishing he'd go away. His hand clamped around my throat tightly and pushed me up the wall. I was balancing on my tiptoes only. A hand collided with my temple and lights flashed in my eyes.
"Let her go, Bano," Inai said evenly from behind.
I glanced over at her. My eyes were watering from lack of air and my vision was starting to go black around the edges. The hand on me tightened.
"Let her go," Inai said again.
Bano dropped me suddenly and backed away slightly. He glared menacingly at me and I shuddered. Bano growled under his breath and said, "Put a chain on her. I won't have her getting away. I paid too much for that wench to loose her." And then he stalked away.
Inai grabbed onto my elbow and led me away. She took me to the kitchen and took a metal chain...similar to the type of chain that attached itself to an anchor for a ship but shackles at the end...like the ones for prisoners. She attached it to my ankle and then to a hook that I had failed to notice was there before. Smiling softly, she said, "You'll be able to move around the house, but Bano knows that it's not long enough to reach the door."
I grinned slightly just to make Inai think that I wasn't planning anything else and tested the weight of the chain. It wasn't too heavy...but just heavy enough. I would have to figure out another way to get out of this place...before my pregnancy became obvious...before I gave Bano another innocent to hurt.
Inai left to go see to something...I didn't listen. Instead I was too busy cursing my own stupidity to pay proper attention. Why hadn't I listened to that little voice in my head, for once it was right...
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I paid dearly for my escape attempt. Bano was absolutely furious but he wouldn't harm me around Inai. In that, I was lucky, but I knew it would only be a matter of time before he got his revenge.
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-On the Black Pearl-
"Cap'n, we're coming onto the island," called Gibbs.
Jack grinned wildly. He had been sent in the wrong direction by King Kamehameha. Kao in fact did occasionally dock in Singapore...but not on a regular basis. Jack had, though been able to 'convince' some of the pub patrons to reveal where Kao usually took those he would sell. It turned out that it was an island that Jack knew of and he knew the exact location of it. So, with a month wasted, Jack set out from Singapore, hoping against hope that he could find Christy before it was too late. It had taken nearly two months to reach the island after leaving from Singapore. The Pearl, with its repairs still incomplete, had not made as good of time as she usually would. But none the less, it had finally gotten there. But there was a shadow of doubt in Jack's mind...three months...that was a long time and Jack knew all to well that things like human life didn't take long to drain. And he also realized that if he got her back...that she might not be the same...Jack had heard what women who got sold into slavery experienced.
An hour or so later, the Pearl was docked. Jack made disembarked quickly and quickly made his way down the street. He knew where to go. Jack had been to this island before and knew exactly what went on here. He stormed into the auction building and back to the room that Christina had been sold for the first time in. The ugly man at the desk looked up at Jack. Jack drew his cutlass and smoothly placed it against the man's neck.
"Where is she?" he asked in an angry voice.
The ugly man stared questioningly at Jack. "Wh-who-who?"
"Christina Delcot! Where is she? The girl that came in with Kao Terra. Where is she?"
The ugly man blanched. "Kao...Terra? Who is that?" the man asked in an unconvincingly confused voice.
"You know damn well who it is! Where is she?" Jack roared.
The man shivered and said, "She...she...she's not here! I...sold her....to...Bano."
"Where?"
"Down the road and up the hill. The large house. Brick..." the man said quietly.
Jack removed the cutlass and stormed out of the room. He hurried down the street and up the hill. At the top of the hill, he spotted it, the house that had been described.
Jack crept through the bushes quietly up towards the house. Suddenly the door opened, Jack ducked down, still keeping watch. He saw Christy run out of the house. She was trying to escape! Jack crawled through the bushes rapidly. She reached the road. But...a huge body collided with her. Jack winced as he watched Christy be smashed to the ground under a larger person. The man was shouting at her as he pulled her to her feet and drug her into the house. Once they were inside, Jack could still hear the shouts echoing out. And then there was silence.
Jack sank down in the bushes and waited.
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The rest of the day went fairly normally. It took me a while to adjust to having the chain on my leg, it was an enormous hindrance. However, that evening, Inai left, after giving me strict instructions for things to do. She told me that she had to go visit a friend. I knew that Bano must have 'encouraged' her to go. Cottony dread filled my mouth at this. I had lost my only ally. I knew now that I was going to pay for my earlier escape attempt.
I made dinner as Inai had instructed and took it to Bano. He ordered me to stay as he ate. I stood a ways away from him while he ate ravenously, my stomach growled hungrily but I knew better than to ask for anything to eat.
I shifted my weight timidly and gazed around the room.
As soon as my attention had been adverted, Bano pounced. In the blink of an eye, I found myself pinned up against the wall, my arms caught in an iron grip above my head.
"YOU ARE MINE!" he roared in my face. "DON'T TRY TO ESCAPE AGAIN OR IT WILL BE THE LAST THING YOU'LL EVER DO! YOU ARE MINE!"
A hand collided with my face, flashing stars once more in my eyes. I whimpered slightly as Bano kept shouting but it was in that odd language which he spoke to Inai in. Bano picked me up and threw me into the wall, I felt the chain on my leg protest as I was tossed like a rag doll. I got tangled up in it and I tried to crawl away, but Bano pulled me roughly to my feet.
I saw something move out of the corner of my eye.
Then there was nothing. I had blacked out.
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IMPORTANT NOTE!
And just one final note as far as the whole scene with Bano and Christy...the implied rape one. I am NOT trying to over-generalize rape or an of the torturous things that people who are sold into slavery experience. I sympathize greatly with them and I know people who have been through similiar experieces. But to make my story seem as realistic as possible, I had to put that in. A woman back then that was sold into slavery or kidnapped by pirates for that matter, would have been most likely raped. It is how the world worked back then. So, I would greatly appreciate not getting flames telling me that I am unsympathetic, rude and an insult to the name of writer for that scene...now if you send me one for anything else, well, so be it...but I worded everything as carefully as possible and did not even say exactly what happened...so....
Okay, aside from that, how was the chapter? What did Christy see before she blacked out? I hope that you all liked at least some of the chapter...I certainly hope it was long enough...18 pages...
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