Chapter Eleven
Right-o! Here is a new chapter! Now, I am for-warning you… it gets a bit, erm, kinky, going on here, so use disgretion. If I have anymore of it going on though, I may have to bump this up to R… not sure yet… I'll see what you all think! Now…. Read on!
Chapter Eleven
I woke-up when the sun was setting. I jolted out of bed and looked around worriedly. I was not accustomed to the cabin I was in. It was not my normal one that was down at the very bottom that was more like a closet. Then, I realized the soft, plush bed wasn't mine either. I turned around to see a shape moving around in the bed, under a sheet.
I slowly moved to see who it was, when they, too, jolted, and sat up straight. "Bloody hell, what are ye doing in here with me, love?"
"I don't bloody know. All I know was I was taking you to your bed last night after you had fallen asleep at the table, and I suddenly fell asleep. And now, it must be about a day later, because, I believe with that herb, it takes about a day to wear off." I lay back, feeling rather tired again. Jack sat up, next to me, looking down at me.
"What herb would this be, my love?" Jack said, looking at me confused.
"I don't remember the bloody name. I just remember putting it on your turkey last night…" I blanched, realizing I had just told him this.
He glared at me, and suddenly, flipped over onto me so his entire body weight was placed on mine. Despite my fear, I felt shivers run up and down my spine deliciously. "I am getting rather sick of all of these things you are doing to me. I would like them to stop, now, savvy, or I shall get rather defensive…" he whispered, in my ear, his breath tickling the hairs on my neck.
"Jack, you know you like it." I smiled at him, angelically.
"Now, that's where you're wrong, love… I don't like it…I love it…" He leaned forward, and kissed my lips, softly. I felt the shivers jumping for joy when we made contact. His hands were on my shoulders, holding them close, yet lightly. I brought my hands to his back, and held him. I suddenly felt his body weight shift to over to the side, and I went with him. His hands were slowly untying the front of my bodice that was from my whore dress I had not yet changed out of. I didn't try to stop him…
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When I woke-up again, in the morning, he wasn't there. I yawned, and looked around his room. Our clothes had been strewn all over. I felt bare, and I hugged the sheets to my body as I tried to wake-up my mind. My dress was still on the ground, in the pieces that it had come off during the night. I felt awake enough to reach for my chemise and my leggings. I had slipped them on when the door opened slightly. Jack peered in.
"Oh good, you're up. Now we can have breakfast." He smiled at me. "Although, 'tis a sadness to see you cover up that marvelous body that ye have…" I blushed.
"Oh, Jack, you know 'tis nothing… " I opened his trunk and pulled out a spare pair of pants and a shirt.
"What makes ye think ye can wear me clothes, love?" I looked at him oddly.
"Well, Jack, I can't be wearing my dress when I'm mopping and all, can I?" I asked him, smiling mockingly.
"No, I suppose not…But don't ye have yer own clothes? Oh… wait… Elizabeth threw them away because she said they were beyond repair, or something like that…" He nodded at me, and looked up at nothing, staring for a few minutes, and left, closing the door. I just looked at where he had been standing, shook my head, and slipped on his clothes. I didn't have the time to just wonder why he had stared at nothing. I rolled the pant legs up and the sleeves up. I fished out a jacket he had, and walked out of his room.
Elizabeth was standing there, trying to look nonchalant while she was sewing a hole in a shirt. "So, how was your sleep?" she asked. She looked up, smiling.
"You whore! You put the herb in me food so I would fall asleep in there with him. Maybe, if we were lucky, we'd have some action going on." She nodded. She looked at me expectantly. "Well… You're hopes came true." She gasped happily, and hugged my middle tightly.
"OH, Katherine, that's wonderful…" I nodded, feeling pissed off that she has tricked me, but happy at the same time. "You two are perfect for each other…" she ranted, while we climbed up on deck to where the wind was blowing wildly around. My shirt that I had not bothered to tuck in was blowing around. At one point it blew up almost over my head so quickly, that no one but Jack noticed. And he just smiled to himself.
I walked up to the wheel at one point, in a break from my mopping to talk to him. "How long until we're at the Treasure of Algerath, approximately?" I asked, fingering the necklace around my neck. The gem was cold against my skin. He looked at me, almost as if he was reading my eyes.
He then looked ahead and at a map that had been nailed to the plank in front of him. He yelled out "Anamaria, take over for me for a few, savvy?" He led me away from the wheel, towards the crow's nest. I felt my spine shiver as he held my hand. He climbed up first, me following him. I felt nervous and scared climbing that ladder.
I did not like heights at all. I could not go very far off the ground without blanching and throwing up, I was so scared I would fall. But here, out on the sea, I didn't feel the usual symptoms. I felt rather shaky, but I wasn't terrified to hysterics. We hopped over the side of the nest, and Jack dismissed the man who was watching, saying for him to go toss back a pint.
I looked out to where we were heading and saw nothing but solid blue. It was beauty beyond what anyone could imagine. I felt nervous, with the nest swaying around in the wind, but I wasn't about to faint. I sat down on the nest and sighed. "It's beautiful up here, isn't it Jack?" I said to him. He nodded.
He pulled me up and pointed to a wisp of grey off in the distance. "See that love? That island there is your Treasure of Algerath. I feel that we should arrive about nightfall, savvy? Then we can go in and retrieve the Treasure. Just the two of us. Bringing the other men could create trouble in getting to the treasure." He brushed a hair off my face and whispered in my ear, which drank the sound of his voice thirstily. "And then, we can be alone if we need to, rest, or anything."
I shook my head, and laughed softly. "That's exactly what you would think, isn't it, Jack?" He brought his hand to the back of my head, and brought it to face him. Moments later, I felt the familiar feeling of his lips on mine. My heart thumped with joy, happy I was kissing him again. The kiss was over entirely too quickly, as he started to make his way down to the deck, me following him.
The old watch was there for the ready, watching us walk down. He climbed up and resumed his place up high.
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That night, Jack told me to put on my dress. "Then, if anyone is here, for some odd reason, some one is there on the island, we can make it look like we were in some need of privacy or something." I reluctantly put the dam dress on, and walked out, wearing my boots that were more femanine than the others.
We sat down in a row boat, and rowed to the shore. When we arrived, we snuck off the boat, and walked slowly, looking around wildly and carefully. We didn't see anyone, so we broke off into a run, me leading him. But I ran smack into something rather solid. I whipped my head around to see what it was I ran into, as I had been looking around and not where I was heading.
It was a threateningly large man, who was smiling rather evilly at me. He seemed rather familiar to me, but I didn't have time to think about it. I turned my head around to yell at Jack, but found that he had been stopped too. Another rather large man was holding Jack's arms behind his back. The man would press his own hands against Jack's back whenever Jack would struggle to move, so that Jack's arms were being forced away from him rather painfully.
I started to yell and scream, trying to pull away from the man holding me captive, but it was no use. I could not break free. I was turned around, and my arms were tied together very tightly. I hung my head, looking at the ground, determined to not let my tears of pain and frustration show.
Suddenly, appearing before me was a pair of shiny black boots. I slowly raised my head to be face to face with my worst enemy.
It was James Gibson.
~Flashback~
He pushes me against the wall, smiling at me wickedly. "I've only known you for three hours, and I want you. I want your body to join with me. I want you." I sneer at him.
"Well, you'll have to kill me first. I won't do anything with you." I laugh haughtily at him. He just smiles at me, and shakes his head.
"Oh that is where you are wrong. As you will soon see, you will find yourself in a trance that will cause you to do whatever is willed by me. And that should be a hell of a lot of fun for me." He pulls me to him and starts to kiss me. His lips are poison on mine. I try to struggle away, and whenever I do, he just pushes me against the wall, and encages me again.
But then, after two minutes of this subjection to hell, my life is forever changed, and I feel dirty from then on, never to be clean again.
I felt my body turn cold and limp. I no longer can move. My mind is still thinking, but I have no control of my actions. I am a rag doll, only can be moved by a controller. James pulls me away from the wall, and throws me on the wall. I want to run away, and hide, but I cannot. I have no control. He starts pull off my dress. The party is still going on downstairs. But it is no use. I cannot yell. I cannot do anything. All I can do is lay back, and cry until it is over.
~End of Flashback~
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