A/N: Dude my brain went sleepy-bye and I got a great deal of rest. College is great! Homework is a bit of hell so I don't know how long it will take me for future chapters. YaY for putting me to the 30s on reviews, lol! I surpassed my first record of 17, yay!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Disney or POTC. Lia, Richards and the upcoming Captain Mateo are mine. Also I know there are a million fanfics out there based on Pirates of The Caribbean so any characters or events in this story related to others is pure coincidence. Except for the original POTC characters.

Chapter 8: "Welcome Aboard The Mystic."

Lia's POV:

I woke up to the sound of seagulls in the distance. As I slowly opened my eyes I felt my face pressing against the wooden floor. I found it odd since I couldn't remember falling asleep there.

The rays of the sun filled the room. I rolled to my side, facing the bed. As the room came into focus, I saw something glistening under the bed: the penknife.

Without hesitation, I crawled toward it.

Something in my gut told me I was going to need it. I slid under the bed, reaching out my arm. I wrapped my fingers around it and crawled backwards from under the bed.

"Land Ho!" came a cry from above.

I quickly stuffed the penknife in my pocket and ran to the window. There was a city with many buildings and a few docks, which weren't very full. A dreadful feeling of recognition came to me.

I closed my eyes as the memories replayed in my mind.

A dark alley at night. The heaviness of someone's body on top of me. Pinning me down; unable to move.

Rough hands grabbing at me. I cried out as he ripped off my necklace.

"…Get off me!"

Gasping for air as he wrapped his hands around my throat…

"Please…stop…"

…A shot rang out…I could feel my hip explode with pain…

…

…

"Will she be all right?"

"She's been hurt bad Jack. She may not…"

"Time to go, lass."

A harsh voice pulled me back to reality. Richards was standing at the door. A rope dangled at his side from his right hand.

My eyes drifted down to the rope. The reality of being a prisoner was really sinking in. Knowing I was so far away from Jack, The Pearl and Will who I felt safe with. My heart panged with fear for what would happen next.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way, lass." He warned.

After a few minutes, I was led out of the cabin and onto the docks. My wrists tied together in front of me with the rope.

I squinted as the bright sunlight hit my eyes. My nose wrinkled in disgust as a few pirates hooted, hollered and whistled at me. Was I eventually going to be shared with these men? The thought made my stomach churn with a sickening twist.

Richards just chuckled. His hand was on my shoulder, leading me. He laughed as he felt my body tense up.

The ship moved into one of the docks. A ramp was lowered and Richards pushed me down the ramp. I lost my footing from the force of the push and fell forward.

Pain stung my knees and elbows from the splintered wood of the dock. Having my hands tied didn't make it any easier. Fingers raked through my hair and clenched a chunk of it. A searing pain burned the back of my head and I let out a scream as I was pulled up roughly by my hair.

Richards didn't bother to shut me up, which is an example of the many horrible flaws of Tortuga. You can be getting stabbed to death in the middle of the town, screaming at the top of your lungs and not one person would look up.

He simply laughed at my pain. I glared at him. Knowing he was enjoying this infuriated me to the pit of my soul.

Richards turned to his ship and let out a shrill whistle. Pirates ran out from different parts of the ship and ran down the ramp. There were only about fifteen pirates considering the ship was pretty small.

"Well," Richards said expectantly, he waved his hand down in a signal to his men, "Ye bloody swabs know what to do."

They grunted and nodded in agreement before running down the dock and disappearing behind a few ships.

"Lets go lass." He grabbed a hold of my shirt collar and led me off the docks toward the city. I took a deep breath and braced myself for the chaos that was Tortuga. Perverted pirates and no good lowdown sailors running around hoping to shag the first woman they lay eyes on, the burning smell of rum and gunfire going off in every direction. I held my breath as we turned the corner that would bring us into the city.

The familiar images that went through my head quickly disappeared as I scanned the city I hadn't seen in two years.

The city was deserted. A few men lay out on barrels or propped up against the buildings, fighting the morning hangovers. Empty bottles were scattered here and there along with papers that blew in the light breeze.

We walked a bit on the dirt path until we came to a tavern. Inside was a bit louder then outside but not by much. A few men and women engaged in conversation, there was a table full of men who all had their heads upon the table, they didn't move.

I smiled inside. Hangovers were a bitch to get rid of.

"Is he here?" Richards asked the bartender.

"Ah, Mr. Richards." He identified, "He is in the back."

He pointed to a door on the far wall by the counter. Richards opened it, shoved me inside and closed the door behind him.

The room was quite dark except for a few rays of sunlight that streamed in through a curtain, covering the only window in the room. A table stood in the middle of the room with a tankard sitting on it. Dust billowed around my ankles with each step I took.

"You finally arrived."

I jumped as a rugged voice cut through the thick silence. I looked closer and saw the outline of a man sitting behind the table. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, his face slowly began to emerge.

He had thick greasy black hair that rested on his shoulders, stubble on his chin and upper lip with piercing black eyes. He wore a long black coat that was similar to Jack's with the usual Captain's hat.

Fear slowly crept up my back. There was something about this man…

Evil illuminated from him.

"Captain Mateo, my sincere apologies." Richards replied. He left me at my spot by the door and crept closer to the table, "It wasn't easy."

Mateo took a drink from his tankard, "No. I didn't think it would be." His tone was calm but in such a menacing way, "Now where is Jack? I assume you have obtained him."

"Well Captain…" Richards began. His voice shook a bit with apprehension.

Immediately Mateo's eyes fixed upon me. His cold stare had me mesmerized.

"Who the hell is this?" he growled, pointing at me.

"Captain, Jack was a little hard to come by so…"Richards continued.

"Who in the bloody hell is this?" he demanded again. I winced at the abruptness in his voice.

In what seemed like a few seconds, he stood up and came over to me. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me to him roughly.

I gasped from the pain as he began to yell at Richards.

"You were under specific orders to bring me Jack Sparrow!" he said, "Not some child!"

He shook me a few times as he spoke, causing me more pain. At his last words he threw me to the side. I slammed against the wall. I dropped on my side to the floor and just laid there. I clutched my side and whimpered as pain surged through my right side.

"Mateo! Ye don't understand!" Richards was yelling too, "This child is Jack's daughter."

The anger disappeared from Mateo's face. Silence fell over him.

"Is she really?" He finally asked. He seemed a bit astounded.

He turned and walked towards where I was laying. I rose and backed up towards the wall in fear. My heart hammered away in my chest. I closed my eyes, as Mateo got right in my face.

I felt his rough-skinned hand brush across my cheek and parted my hair from my face. He held the beads in my hair between his fingers and let them drop. They lightly slapped against my cheek and fell back in place.

Mateo's eyes glistened. "I think we can use this to our advantage."

His hand lightly traced my jaw line and slid down my neck. I cringed, as it moved further down. Before I could bat it away, he instead grabbed my shirt and pulled me roughly to my feet.

"What's yer name luv?" He asked coolly.

I lowered my eyes. "Well?' He demanded warningly. I knew I would be in for it if I didn't answer.

"It's Lia." I hissed.

Mateo stared hungrily at me, "Very well then."

He threw me into Richards's arms. I struggled and screamed for only a minute before Richards grabbed my hair tightly. His other arm wrapped around my waist with my back against his chest. I breathed heavily with agony as Mateo got in my face again, pressing a dagger to my throat. The sharp point pierced against my skin.

"Try anythin' funny, Ms Sparrow and there will be nothin' for yer dear father to rescue." He threatened.

I narrowed my eyes as he pulled the dagger away. Richards gave a tug on my hair as a warning. I gasped with pain as I tried to slow down my breathing.

Mateo went to the door and opened it. Richards let go of my hair and led me out.

We left the tavern in a hurry and proceeded back to the docks.

My eyes scanned the horizon, hoping desperately to see the familiar black sails of the Pearl cruising on the deep blue waters.

"Please…" I whispered.

Mateo's thin lips curled into an unpleasant smile "Don't be getttin' yer hopes up missy."

I felt a sinking sensation as a few tears streamed down my face.

Mateo and Richards shared a laugh.

We turned away from the dock where Richards's ship still sat and went down another one. Mateo led me up a ramp onto the deck of a merchant ship. It was a huge ship; probably a little bigger then the Black Pearl. A few small rowboats sat on the sides against the gunwalls. Two boats hung over both ledges by ropes in the front part of the main deck. I guessed those were for a quick get away from the ship if anything urgent happened.

I quickly became aware of the huge crew aboard the ship. I recognized the few men that were aboard Richards's ship but there was only about ten at that time. I was looking into the eyes of about a hundred men!

"On deck you scabberous dogs! Be ready to make way!" Mateo ordered. Most of the pirates ran off but about twenty or so stayed. They followed Mateo around as he led me towards the back of the ship. He stopped in front of the stairs leading up to the quarterdeck.

I kept my eyes to the floor, avoiding the stares of the twenty or so pirates ogling and licking their lips like hungry wolves. I shifted my weight nervously.

Mateo gave a sudden pull on my shirt, grasping my attention. I looked up at him as he addressed his crew, "This pretty little thing is the daughter of Jack Sparrow." A general reaction of surprise arose among the crew, "She is not to be harmed or violated…yet."

I gasped as he shoved me down the main deck stairs. I landed hard but had no time to react as Richards lifted me up and began to lead me below deck. I kicked and spat on the pirates who lunged forward, grabbing at my breasts and where ever they wanted.

I heard Mateo's wicked laugh as he walked up the stairs to the helm.

A/N: Whew! This is where I leave you. I don't know how long the ninth chapter will take. I have college and a job to balance out but I will do my best. I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I know it's a bit short but that the way I want it to flow.