Thank you so much for all of your reviews! It's great that you're enjoying this so much! I probably would have lost interest a long time ago if it wasn't for you guys :D

-----------------------------------------------------------

The deck was bustling with threatening pirates, all big and ugly and they all turned to leer at Tara as Erikson pulled her out of the cabin. The sky was a steely-grey colour, the waves dark and threatening. Fine grey rain drizzled down. Tara shivered.

"Back ter work, the lot o' ye!" Erikson shouted to his crew, and he pulled Tara through the crowd, to a small, square door in the floor.

He squatted down and unlocked it with a large antique key hanging from his belt. It opened with a squeak, and Tara stared down into it. A steep flight of wooden steps, rotting and old, ran down from the door to the dark corridor beneath. It appeared and smelled damp.

"Down yer go," smiled Erikson evilly.

Tara, trembling with fear at what she would find down here, stepped in, noticing the wave of coldness that washed over her. She walked slowly down the steps, Erikson close behind.

"Follow the corridor around," Erikson informed her.

The narrow corridor twisted on for what felt like an age. Tara felt sick and claustrophobic as she walked, Erikson's hand on her arm. Finally, the corridor ended at a rusting cell door. Light fell in through the barred window and through the bars on the door Tara saw Jack. He was squatted in the corner, knees pulled up to his chin, arms hugging his knees. His face was hidden behind his hat, which he had lowered.

"What d'yer want now, Erikson?" he asked snappily, not looking up.

"Jack!" Tara breathed, shaking Erikson's hand off her arm, and flying towards the cell door, collapsing against it.

"Tara?" Jack asked, raising his hat.

Tara shrieked as she saw his face. One eye was swollen and red, his nose twisted and broken, and his was sporting a bust lip.

"See the great, infamous Jack Sparrow?" Erikson leered. "He's pathetic!"

"You bastard!" Tara shrieked, turning back to Erikson. "You godless bastard!"

Erikson grabbed her suddenly, and spun her around, his arms around her waist. She was still, petrified, wondering what was going to happen now.

"So, this is yer strumpet, eh, Sparrow?" Erikson chuckled softly.

"Let her go," Jack ordered.

"Oh, Jack, are you scared of what I might... do to her?"

"Let her go!"

"Oh, Jacky, do you love her?"

Jack and Tara's eyes met then.

"Yes," Jack said. "Yes, I do."

"And I love you too!" Tara said sadly.

Jack smiled. This moment was destroyed by Erikson dragging Tara back.

"Jack!" Tara screamed.

"Have a good night," Erikson grinned to Jack. "I know we're going to."