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Chapter 20

Please give me a cigarette…

Alyth couldn't remember how many times she had been raped, beaten, and cut in the last day or so, all she could remember was pain, pain and the way he had looked the first time. He had started by cutting her shirt and pants off. His eyes had burned with emotion, though she couldn't decide if that emotion had been pleasure or grief, though she suspected pleasure. She had thought he was done with the knife then, he wasn't. He cut her arms first, the blade creating thin rivulets of blood that oozed down her arms. He didn't stop there, and when he was finally done he raped her. She had cried through the whole thing. He left a few hours later, after he had raped her a few more times. Jef came in then, he beat her before raping her. It continued on like that for the rest of the day and all night, she lost count of how many men, and of how many times. She was black and blue and red. Most of the cuts had closed, but no one had cleaned her. Alyth lay on the bed, too weary to sleep, and too hurt to cry. She had stopped feeling anything hours ago, she had stopped thinking Jack would rescue her. She was empty, and broken. It was then that Will walked into her room.

"You've had a busy day, haven't you darling?" She closed her eyes and wished him away. Will walked over to the bed and grabbed her chin, forcing her to turn her head towards him. "I suppose I can let you rest for a while, we have months and months darling. She shuddered as he spoke, his hands caressing her swollen face. Will finally stood and walked to the door. "You will have a few hours rest, then I'll be back." She heard the door open and slam shut. The tears she didn't think she could shed came to her eyes and rolled slowly down her cheeks.

"Jack," she whispered hopelessly, "where are you?"

Jack was gaining on them, he knew he was. He had tortured the man for hours until finally he broke and told him where the witch was taking Alyth, and why. He was sickened and heart broken at the same time. Just thinking about what the man said made Jack want to beat him to death.

"The witch wants 'er baby," he had said, smirking at Jack, one eye swollen shut.

"She doesn't have a baby," Jack had said, backhanding him.

"Not yet, but she will. The witch 'as all the time in the world te get one, and enough men on that ship te get it too," Jack's insides had turned as the man said this.

"Why does she need her child?" Jack asked quietly.

"Somethin 'bout 'er immortality potion. She said she needed the blood o a child o future and past te finish it," the man said. Jack couldn't control himself after that, the smirk on the man's face had driven him mad, he beat him to within an inch of his life. Gibbs had come down and dragged him, kicking and cursing, away from the comatose man.

He was now steering to an island off the coast of India. He would catch up with them, and he would kill them all.

"Cap'n, the men say we need te pull in somewhere and get supplies, we're runnin low on food and rum," Jack looked at Gibbs as he spoke, and nodded slowly.

"The closest port is Tortuga, we'll pull in fer a day and gather supplies. We can't afford more en a day though. Let the crew know whoever isn't back by dawn the day after we reach Tortuga, we leave," he told Gibbs, then turned back to steering and stewing. With the delay they wouldn't reach Alyth for at least three more days, but nothing could be done about it, the crew would mutiny if there wasn't food and rum aboard, he'd have to wait and hope that she was alright when he reached her. God he hoped she would be okay.