Hello!! Sorry that it took an entire week to update!! Finals were all this week and I got a new computer (yeah i know it should be faster right?) but it was soo messed up and I lost like all of my chapters :( but I got them back :) haha YES! Thanks for all of the reviews! Yes, Davies really needs to die! Keep reading my story and you'll find out what happens :-D
I should probably just call this chapter: Another Reason to Hate Davies or Lord of the Rings (hahaha super dork) Okay -- so read, enjoy, & review!! WoOt!! And I promise that Jack will find the Flame soon!!! I want Davies to die so badly...lol
The Black Pearl sailed through the thickest of fog while the murky waters of the sea were calm and silent. Will sat in the crow's nest as stiff as the repaired mast, gazing out at the sea, his brown eyes wide with hope that he would see the sails of the Red Flame soon. The same hope could be seen in Jack Sparrow's eyes, but also a large hint of sorrow. Jack's thoughts wandered from Mr. Gibbs's death the few days before, and then to Millie, and the torture that Jack could not even bear to think of that Captain Davies was instilling upon her. For the most part, the crew did not talk to Captain Sparrow since they knew that his mind was full of intense and haunting thoughts, however, when Will called out to the crew on deck that he had seen a ship in the far off distance, Anamaria knew that she must consult her captain.
Anamaria walked hurriedly on the deck and up the moist steps that led to the quarterdeck. She hadn't spoken to Jack for over four days, and she was nervous for how Jack would react when he had his first human contact in almost a week. Even when Anamaria stood right before Jack, he still seemed to be looking ahead of the ship and through Anamaria.
"Cap'n," Anamaria said while snapping her finger in front of Jack's face so that he would notice her, "Will's spotted a ship on th' port side."
Jack's eyes suddenly spotted Anamaria standing before him, and he jumped aback, wondering how long he had been zoned out thinking of Millie.
"What was that?" Jack asked curiously, leaning over the wheel.
"I said," Anamaria replied with a slight smile, "That a ship's been spotted on the port side," and she pointed to the spot where Will had sighted the ship.
"Well," said Jack as he pushed his fingers together so it looked as though he was praying, "If it be the ship we're after…the fog is thick enuf' so that we can board it without the Pearl bein' seen before."
"Aye, cap'n," Anamaria said and turned to go back down to the deck so that she could tell the crew of Jack's plan.
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Charles Wallace walked heavily down to the brig wearing only his breeches, allowing his disgusting fat to hang over his belt. He was carrying a few small biscuits and stuffed most of them into his mouth, but threw one of them between the bars of the brig. It hit Millie square in the nose, and it woke her up from her slumber. She jolted awake, and quickly grabbed the biscuit that had landed in the nasty water that lay on the floor of the brig. No one would even think to eat the biscuit even before it had landed in the muck because it was already stale, but Millie was starving, and she stuffed it into her mouth after attempting to wipe off some of the water on her shirt. The biscuit tasted dreadful, but she was glad to finally have something sit in her stomach after a long and painful week on the Flame.
"Lucky yer getting' anythin' ta' eat at'tall," Wallace drawled. Millie snickered, and made a disgusted face at Wallace's appearance.
"Don't impugn me yeh' whore!"
"Impugn yeh?" she laughed, "I aven't said nothin'!"
Wallace lunged at the brig's door, and gripped his hands tightly around the bars while his stomach hung low. He was such an idiot, and Millie just couldn't help but smile.
"Wait til Davies hands me o'er 'is keys, 'cause when 'e does, me'll be served my pleasure," and he grinned. Millie shuddered, but her thoughts were then directed to Davies who had entered the dark room.
"If you'd be so kind…as ta' excuse me and Millie…" Davies said coldly to Wallace.
Wallace glared at Millie once more, flashing his toothless grin her way, then shoved his way past Davies, barely fitting up the narrow the door that led to the deck. Davies reached deep inside the pocket of his breeches and pulled out a large rusted ring where a few keys dangled magically. He pushed the largest key into the brig's lock, and swung open the door. Millie just sat in her corner of the brig, still tasting the stale biscuit on her tongue, scared of what Davies was thinking.
As Millie silently begged for Davies not to do anything to her, he surprisingly sat down a few feet away from her, and smiled his chilling, and handsome smile.
"Come 'ere," he said kindly.
'No, I won't,' she thought.
"Come 'ere!" he shouted angrily, and Millie quickly scrambled over to Davies so that he would not beat her. He picked her up and sat her in his lap.
'What the hell is he doin…?' Millie thought worriedly.
Davies pulled her in close to him so that their cheeks were touching. Millie felt his rough, weathered skin upon hers, and bit her lip to keep from crying. She prayed that he wasn't going to do anything, however he pressed his lips against her smooth cheek, and then moved them down her neck. He felt her body with his callused hands, and Millie sat unbelievably still. Completely unexpected to Davies, Millie swung her fist at his face, causing blood to drip from his nose. Davies stood up and pushed her off of his lap, and Millie was realizing that her choice to punch him may not have been the best, but she was just so fed up with the brutal captain that she had to let out her anger somehow.
Davies studied Millie for a few seconds, and how she looked up to him with such fear in her beautiful eyes as she lay helpless on the ground. He saw the purple bruises on her face, and the ones on her legs, and was reminded of someone that he had acquainted with a year ago...
"Ye look just like yer mother," he whispered coldly.
"Yeh didn't 'ave the privilege ta know me mum!" she cried, trying to make her mother sound more important.
"But every other man on Tortuga did, didn't they, Millie?" he asked with a smirk as he towered over her, "Wasn't yer mother the filthiest whore o them all? Most beautiful, ta' be sure, but filthiest…"
"She wasn't a whore!" she screamed unconvincingly.
"Oooh! She wasn't? I could've sworn, however, when I ventured ta' Tortuga last year ta' locate yeh' after ye had escaped the Flame, that I acquainted with yer mum," he paused. "I swear you look just like 'er!"
"Me mum's dead! You couldn't 'ave e'er met 'er!" she shouted.
"Aye…that's where yer wrong, Millie," he said, leaning close to hers once more, his blood running from his nose onto her breeches, "You see…I docked the Red Flame a ways from Tortuga, but rowed in on a wee lil' boat with a few o' me men. Me men then asked round the pubs ta' see where a young, rude lass lived…an' they knew right away of the shack by the sea."
"Yer lying," Millie whispered, disbelieving.
"Yer mum was there," Davies continued, "An' she didn't know where yeh' were, but course I din't believe 'er, and 'ad ta' make the ruddy whore pay fer that."
"No," Millie said quietly, "No! You din't do anythin' to her!" she screamed. Was it possible for a man to wreck a girl's life so much? Millie was in complete awe and disbelief. Davies smacked Millie across the face, making her entire left cheek go numb.
"Don't believe me do ye?" Davies asked amusedly, "Well, maybe yeh'll believe me when I tell ye that she looked absolutely stunning with 'er auburn hair, and slim body, and emerald eyes."
He paused and reached deep within another one of his pockets and pulled out a beautiful gold ring with a silver band. Davies unfolded his fingers and let the ring sit in his palm, the silver band reflecting the dim candlelight.
"Recognize this, do yeh?" he asked, "I found it round the pathetic home that yeh'd lived in."
"Give it back!" Millie yelled desperately, and tried to grab it from his hand, but he pulled his hand away then slid the ring onto his finger with an evil smile.
"An' ye know what I did after we pillaged yer house?" he asked as he knelt down on his knee and stroked Millie's hair, "I made love ta her…along with the rest o' me men…then sliced 'er arm, just like I sliced yours."
Millie immediately felt the scar on her arm with her fingers, and glared at Davies with the deepest hatred.
"She cried in pain…an' even more so when I grasped 'er pretty little neck, an' wrung it."
Millie winced and tears began to stream down her face. She was begging for it not to be true. It all made sense, but she couldn't believe it! Her mother had died, and it really was her fault. If she had never left, Davies could have never killed her mother.
"But even after I tried stranglin' 'er, she wasn't dead, yet, an' she kept beggin' me an' beggin' me not to hurt you," he laughed, "So I slit her throat ta' shut 'er up, an' 'er blood spilled all o'er me. Then ta' finish it off…shot 'er in the heart…then dumped 'er filthy body in the ocean."
"No…" she muttered, "NO!" she screamed louder.
Millie planned on killing the man right then somehow, so she shot up from the floor, but Davies was too quick for her and grabbed her by the arms and twisted them in such a way that it made even more tears develop in her eyes. Through the pain, she still thought of her mother and how Davies had taken her life.
"Yer the most horrid pirate e'er to sail the seas…FILTHY, BLOODY BRUTE!" she screamed.
In reaction, Davies kicked her in the leg, causing her to fall to the ground.
"I take pride in my deviled soul, lass," Davies said smugly as he continued to kick her all over, punching her painfully also. Black was clouding her eyes, and Millie thanked God as she fell unconscious.