Here is the next chapter :D. I felt I had to write it after I opened my inbox to find quite a few threatening reviews lol. I tried to make it a bit longer too. So don't hurt me, and enjoy.
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Tara awoke to find herself lying in a large bed made up with blood red silk. She was in a large, grand cabin, where everything was dark wood. A wardrobe, a desk, a chair, a bookshelf... nothing extremely exciting. Yet the high-quality of everything made Tara suspect it was the Captain's cabin.
She sat up slowly. Her head ached, probably from inhaling whatever it was they had used to knock her out with. Her hazel eyes flickered around the room, then down to herself, and she felt her cheeks blush as she realised somebody had changed her into a tight, low-cut, black dress. Her hair flowed loosely over her shoulders. She felt sick and violated. How dare they do this to her?
The door opened. A man, tall and very lean yet muscular, with dark tanned skin, a clean-shaven face, shoulder-length blonde curls and sapphire-blue eyes stood there. He was dressed in a tight, translucent white shirt and black trousers which were tucked into his huge boots. A sword hung from his belt, and a pistol was stuck into a holster on his right leg. A sinister smile played on his face. But Tara couldn't help but notice how attractive this man was. She felt scared, yet so long as he stayed by the door away from her she might be okay.
"Who are you?" she asked timidly.
"Cap'n Anthony Erikson," he said with mock formality, inclining his head. "And ye, Miss?"
"Tara Waller," she replied. She shifted her weight uncomfortably. "Where's Jack?"
His smile widened to reveal his slightly twisted yet pearl white teeth. "All in good time, Miss Waller, all in good time."
"What do you want him for?" Tara asked, feeling irritated.
"Jack Sparrow murdered my uncle- Tom Muse," Erikson spat, his smile fading. "It is my intention to see that he gets what he deserves."
Tara's scalp prickled. Erikson was wrong. Jack hadn't shot Muse in the head on that eventful day, splattering his brains all over the ground on the Isla De Muerta. Tara had. She decided not to disclose this information, for her own safety.
"So what do you want me for?" Tara asked shakily.
"Yer Sparrow's strumpet of the moment," grinned Erikson. "He won't like me... fooling around with ye."
"I'm more than his 'strumpet'," Tara snapped heatedly.
"Aye, that is what they all think," Erikson grinned, stepping forward slowly, closing the door.
Tara's blood ran cold. Her body tensed, and she backed up against the headboard, trembling.
"Mind ye," Erikson said, standing beside her. "I can see what he might see in ye. Beauty, class... those beautiful, beautiful eyes..."
He reached out to touch her cheek. She recoiled from his touch, and he lowered his hand, hissing.
"Cute. Very cute, Miss Waller."
He sat down suddenly beside, pressing his hands to the headboard so that there was one of his arms on each side of Tara's waist. His dark eyes held her light ones steadily. There was something extremely seductive about this man, something which made Tara want to run away screaming but also to throw her arms around his neck and kiss him.
"You're so innocent, Tara," he whispered, leaning close so that his breath tickled her cheek warmly.
She felt a definace form in her veins. "It's Miss Waller to you," she said through clenched teeth.
"Don't test me, Miss Waller," he hissed, his whisper suddenly less seductive and more threatening.
"I want to see Jack," she said, suddenly unable to maintain eye contact with Erikson, and looking down.
"I don't think yer in any position to demand anything o' me," Erikson replied sleekly. "Look at ye, powerless in me arms, so scared, so fragile, ye can't even look at-"
Tara, angered by his description of her as weak, aimed a hard blow at his cheek. He caught her hand, inches from his cheek, and held her wrist in an iron grip.
"Hot-headed," he murmured. "Yes, I can see exactly what Jack Sparrow would see in ye."
Tara looked up at him. "Please let me see Jack."
She hated having to beg, but if that was what it would take, she would do it.
Erikson smiled slowly. "Yes. Yes, ye can see the great Jack Sparrow in all o' his glory, girl. Come."
He stood up suddenly, and dragged her by the arm towards the door. Suddenly she wasn't sure if this was such a good idea...
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Tara awoke to find herself lying in a large bed made up with blood red silk. She was in a large, grand cabin, where everything was dark wood. A wardrobe, a desk, a chair, a bookshelf... nothing extremely exciting. Yet the high-quality of everything made Tara suspect it was the Captain's cabin.
She sat up slowly. Her head ached, probably from inhaling whatever it was they had used to knock her out with. Her hazel eyes flickered around the room, then down to herself, and she felt her cheeks blush as she realised somebody had changed her into a tight, low-cut, black dress. Her hair flowed loosely over her shoulders. She felt sick and violated. How dare they do this to her?
The door opened. A man, tall and very lean yet muscular, with dark tanned skin, a clean-shaven face, shoulder-length blonde curls and sapphire-blue eyes stood there. He was dressed in a tight, translucent white shirt and black trousers which were tucked into his huge boots. A sword hung from his belt, and a pistol was stuck into a holster on his right leg. A sinister smile played on his face. But Tara couldn't help but notice how attractive this man was. She felt scared, yet so long as he stayed by the door away from her she might be okay.
"Who are you?" she asked timidly.
"Cap'n Anthony Erikson," he said with mock formality, inclining his head. "And ye, Miss?"
"Tara Waller," she replied. She shifted her weight uncomfortably. "Where's Jack?"
His smile widened to reveal his slightly twisted yet pearl white teeth. "All in good time, Miss Waller, all in good time."
"What do you want him for?" Tara asked, feeling irritated.
"Jack Sparrow murdered my uncle- Tom Muse," Erikson spat, his smile fading. "It is my intention to see that he gets what he deserves."
Tara's scalp prickled. Erikson was wrong. Jack hadn't shot Muse in the head on that eventful day, splattering his brains all over the ground on the Isla De Muerta. Tara had. She decided not to disclose this information, for her own safety.
"So what do you want me for?" Tara asked shakily.
"Yer Sparrow's strumpet of the moment," grinned Erikson. "He won't like me... fooling around with ye."
"I'm more than his 'strumpet'," Tara snapped heatedly.
"Aye, that is what they all think," Erikson grinned, stepping forward slowly, closing the door.
Tara's blood ran cold. Her body tensed, and she backed up against the headboard, trembling.
"Mind ye," Erikson said, standing beside her. "I can see what he might see in ye. Beauty, class... those beautiful, beautiful eyes..."
He reached out to touch her cheek. She recoiled from his touch, and he lowered his hand, hissing.
"Cute. Very cute, Miss Waller."
He sat down suddenly beside, pressing his hands to the headboard so that there was one of his arms on each side of Tara's waist. His dark eyes held her light ones steadily. There was something extremely seductive about this man, something which made Tara want to run away screaming but also to throw her arms around his neck and kiss him.
"You're so innocent, Tara," he whispered, leaning close so that his breath tickled her cheek warmly.
She felt a definace form in her veins. "It's Miss Waller to you," she said through clenched teeth.
"Don't test me, Miss Waller," he hissed, his whisper suddenly less seductive and more threatening.
"I want to see Jack," she said, suddenly unable to maintain eye contact with Erikson, and looking down.
"I don't think yer in any position to demand anything o' me," Erikson replied sleekly. "Look at ye, powerless in me arms, so scared, so fragile, ye can't even look at-"
Tara, angered by his description of her as weak, aimed a hard blow at his cheek. He caught her hand, inches from his cheek, and held her wrist in an iron grip.
"Hot-headed," he murmured. "Yes, I can see exactly what Jack Sparrow would see in ye."
Tara looked up at him. "Please let me see Jack."
She hated having to beg, but if that was what it would take, she would do it.
Erikson smiled slowly. "Yes. Yes, ye can see the great Jack Sparrow in all o' his glory, girl. Come."
He stood up suddenly, and dragged her by the arm towards the door. Suddenly she wasn't sure if this was such a good idea...