She wrenched and tugged at the rope binding her to the bed. Finally, it came loose, and she ran as fast as she could out on deck. All she could see were pirates everywhere, fighting each other.

"Jack!" she screamed.

A one-toothed pirate with a bald head and leathery skin walked towards her, grinning eerily. She screamed as he grabbed her shoulders.

"Sparrow's strumpet, eh?" he cackled, dragging her along the deck.

"Let me go!" she shrieked, suddenly feeling some of her old fighting spirit flood back into her veins. She raised her knee and caught him hard where it hurts.

He let go of her, and she spun away from him, running down the deck, shouting for Jack, wondering where he was. Her eyes felt teary. Where was he?

"Jack?" she whispered, standing still, a tear rolling down her face.

Then she saw him, limp and unconscious, being pulled aboard the ship anchored beside them by two large bulky men. Jack's face was bloody.

"Jack!" she screamed, her heart aching, as she ran forward.

Another man grabbed her, this one heavily scarred.

"Nice bit o' lass, ain't she?" he grinned to the bald man.

"Very," he smiled, leaning close to Tara so she could smell his fishy breath.

"Let me go!" she shrieked, thrashing.

"Oh no," grinned the bald one. "The cap'n will be most interested in you..."

She opened her mouth to scream but he pressed a damp rag to her mouth. She inhaled the fumes, her eyes watering, her vision blurring....

Everything went black.

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I know, another short chappie. But I promise the next one will be longer as Tara meets her new captor.