Alrighty now… starting in this chapter, on to about chapter 10, it is very risqué, so read it with discretion… I know its gonna be very PG-13, but with out this part, the whole story is crap, so, yeah… On with the story…
Where we left off…
Katherine, Jack, Will, and Elizabeth are on the Black Pearl. The crew is drunk and asleep. Katherine has been assigned to mop the whole deck, which she is not happy about.
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Chapter Six
I stood there, glaring holes through Jack's face as I
mopped. He and Will
stood at the wheel, both looking at the broken compass, pointing, and
laughing. Whenever Jack looked at me, I narrowed my eyes, and felt very
close to flipping him off. But, knowing I would most likely pay dearly for
it, I did not.
I scrubbed at every mark on the deck, pretending each one was Jack's face,
so I could scrub them out of my memory. Elizabeth sat near by, on a freshly
cleaned crate. I looked at her, her beautiful long, brown hair hanging down
in her face as she sewed up the shirt in her hands.
"Elizabeth, how many months along are you?" I asked, dipping the mop in the
pail and moving to a new spot.
"Oh, um, about five months…" she said, blushing. Rosy color reached all
the way out to her hairline, and crept down her neck.
"Really? How come I was not informed of this situation before?"
"Well, dear, you see…we didn't really want anyone to know in case our
marriage did not work out. I did not want everyone to know I was with child
and not in wedlock…" she whispered, looking straight in my eyes.
Looking in her hazel eyes, golden and brown, made me feel ugly. I knew she
thought I was more beautiful, but I could not help thinking that she was
just lying to help me feel better about myself.
I finished scrubbing the deck, three hours later, my body aching and bruised
more than it ever had before. I hobbled over to Jack, trying to put on a
brave face, and nearly threw my bucket and mop at him. "There, I'm
finished. Is there anything else you would like me to do, Captain?" I
snarled, glaring at him.
Elizabeth had set down her sewing and was looking at me with a hint of
disappointment in my actions. Jack looked at me with mocking eyes, and just
smiled. "Yes. I would like to take this bucket and mop, and re-clean the
deck. It's not shining quite yet." He handed the bucket and mop back to me
and smiled. "Get to work love. You've got a lot to do."
I reached my hand up and got ready to slap him, but he snatched my wrist,
and whispered in my ear, "If you slap me just because of a temper flare,
then I can deal with you accordingly. And I promise you, if you were to do
that, it wouldn't be very pretty. Your consequences would be regrettable."
I turned on my heel, my hair swishing around and striking him smartly on the
face. I took my bucket, filled it with salt water and broke some brown soap
off into it and commenced mopping. Again.
~*~
I finally finished when day had had been broken for about three hours. I
had been mopping for eight hours because, according to Jack, I did not clean
it enough. My whole body, every single inch of it, was bruised or aching
like hell, sometimes it was both ways. I groaned as I walked down to my bed
and soon, I slept for hours.
When I woke up, nearly one day later, I found my chamber smelling like
mints, rosemary, and melted wax. I sat up and found my body not aching any
more. Elizabeth sat in the chair, her head dropped down to hit her chest.
She held a bottle of white cream. I tapped her shoulder lightly and she
bolted awake, looking at me with surprised eyes.
"Hullo Katherine. How's your body? Does it ache?" she said, smiling
sleepily.
I moved my arms and legs around with little to no complaint. "No, actually,
it does not hurt. What did you do to perform such a miracle?" I said. I
walked over to my small wooden chest, opened it, and located my kohl stick
for my eyes. I started drawing around them, looking in the small mirror I
had found.
"I made a cream I had learned while I lived in England. Its made out of
crushed peppermint leaves, rosemary, and candle wax. You must melt it all
down, and then you spread it on the spot that hurts and wait until it dries,
and then you peal it off, and that gives you soothing relief. I'm glad that
it does not hurt." She smiled, and slowly got up, being careful of the
baby.
"Jack said that we are to approach Tortuga tonight. Also he told me that
when you wake, he wants to talk to you. So, you might do best to go the
wheel now." She motioned to the door, and I opened it, walking out and
holding it open for her. I found Jack at the wheel, talking to Will, and
looking at his compass.
"Well, Jack, what do you want?" I snapped, glaring at him.
"First, I would like you to not be so bitchy to me. Second, at Tortuga, you
and me are going to go to a pub, buy a nice rum, and discuss this treasure
in full, savvy?" he said, not looking at me.
I raised an eyebrow and said, "But what if I don't want to get off at
Tortuga?" I questioned, my mouth firm and unhappy.
"You will if I command it. Remember? I am your Captain. So what I say
goes, savvy?" He smiled and motioned me away.
~*~
The night soon came, and I wore a dress Jack had given me under instruction.
I tried it on, and found out it was low necked, and high hemmed. I walked
out of my room, seeing red. I found Jack and slapped him. "Bastard!
WEARING THIS MAKES ME LOOK LIKE A WHORE!" I gave him the finger.
"Love, that's the only way they will let you into the pub we're going to.
This pub is a place where we cannot be overheard."
"Where is it, a fucking whore house?" I said stiffly and maliciously.
"Almost. It's called The Passionate Pussy." (AN: Just to let you know, I
did not make that up. In England, at a pub somewhere, there's a dessert
called "The Passionate Pussy." So don't think me a pervert.)
I glared at him as he took my arm, and led me off the ship. "Free night
gents! Do what you will, but be back on this boat by dawn, or I'll leave
ye, savvy?" He took me off to the shore, with his arm around my waist.
"Now, I apologize for any actions I may take that may offend ye, love. But
it's all part of the act. Now, play the part." We quickly found the place,
with a large clump of men surrounding a wooden stage where women were being
auctioned off.
He led me in, and we soon found the owner who could seat us somewhere.
"Aye, and who is this?" the man said, eyeing me graciously.
"Ah, this is the strumpet I've bought for the night. We just want a little
bite to drink (AN: that was purposeful) before we, erm, turn in." He looked
in my eyes, and rubbed my waist, slowly making his way down to my ass. I
felt angry for a second, but I remembered to play the part. I played it
rather forcedly, but I hoped it would suffice.
I pulled him to me, and started to tub his stomach and waist. The man
coughed loudly, and said, "Please wait until later, my dears. Follow me."
He led us to a table, which had a curtain around it. Two stubby candles
were lit, and a bottle and two mugs were already there. "Enjoy, and don't
wait too long," he said, eyeing Jack and me.
He closed the curtain, and we soon heard his footsteps quiet down as he went
back to the front. Jack looked at me with surprise. "Well, you shall never
cease to amaze me."
"Shut up, it was all for show. I'm not converting to prostitution, or
anything." I looked at him and poured myself a mug of rum. He pulled out
another bottle of rum from his jacket and took a large swig from it. I
quickly finished my mug, it burning my throat and my stomach as I swallowed.
Pretty soon, both of us were drunk. He looked at me awkwardly, and
said, "You know, Katherine, you're very attractive in your eyeliner. You
should wear it more often. Very sexy you know!" he smiled and took another
swig.
"I know. Very, bad eggs. YO ho yo ho a Pirates Life for ME!" I sang, and
walked over to Jack. I sat down on his lap and said, "Jack, I wish I could
be your bonnie lass."
"You can be, love, you can be." He pulled me to him, and soon, my lips
found his on them. He kissed them in various pressures, a very nice kiss.
Soon, our tongues were tangoing. He lay back on a chair, me following him.
But he soon broke away, grunting. "No, Jack, don't stop yet. It's only
begun!" I said, looking at him longingly.
"I would keep on going, but I don't think you would appreciate it if I was
to piss on ye, so I am off to relieve myself, savvy? I shall be back
quickly." I moved over to let him off, and he left the curtained area.
I sat up, and waited patiently, nearly finishing up the bottle of rum.
~*~With Jack~*~
Jack walked out of the curtained area, and he nearly ran into the manager.
"So, are ye going to be much longer, mate? I need you to finish up," the
manager said. Jack looked at him confused, but he nodded.
"Just need to piss, and then I'll go back and we'll be done. We're gonna
have so fun tonight!" Jack walked off, not seeing the manager motioning to
a man in the shadows. The man quickly moved back to where Katherine was
waiting.
Jack found the outhouse quickly because of it's smell. But before he could
go in, a whore wearing nearly nothing walked up to him, and pulled him
towards her. "Hey, honey, you want to have some real fun tonight? Ditch
the bitch and come with me!" she said, pinching Jack on the ass.
"I would, but the bitch you just referred to happens to be me bonnie lass,
and I ain't gonna desert her now, savvy?" Jack tried to move out of her
grasp, but she would not relent.
"Oh, that's too bad, because it was going to be good today." She pulled
Jack's ear to her lips and whispered in his ear.
~*~
I sat, waiting. Suddenly, I heard the curtains open and someone walk in. I
started to say, "Jack, I couldn't wait any more-" but when I turned around
to see who it was, I stopped. It was an burly man who looked as if he could
rip me to shreds in seconds. I started to shake and cry.
"Please, don't hurt me. I'm not a real whore. It was all an act. Please,
just let me to Jack! LEAVE ME ALONE!" I shrieked as he pulled my arms
together and tied them sharply. I bit at his hand, but he slapped me in
response, bringing tears to my eyes. He put his hands around my body,
groping me as he pulled me out of the room. I started to scream, but he
stopped and looked at me.
"Shut up whore, or I'll rape you right here and now. Savvy?" he said,
snarling. I nodded, and started to cry silent tears. He pulled me out of
the pub. The manager looked at the man and smiled.
"Ah, you've found a fresh one?"
"Yup."
"Looks like a virgin to me!" he said. "She's crying. Doesn't know she just
needs to sit back and enjoy the ride.
I looked at them both, looking at me with interest. "Might need to, you
know, break her in a bit," the man holding me said.
I looked at him and said, "For your information, I am not a virgin. So,
just get over it." He looked shocked as he pulled me along, taking me to
his ship. I started to scream the second he took me on the ship. He took
me down below decks, threw me in a cell, and I saw no more.
~*~
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