Now, she thought, as she lay down to sleep. Back to the nightmare... as if I had a choice.This is what they call thoughts! These nightmares?
::WARNING!!! SEXUAL SCENES AHEAD... YE BE WARNED!::
Anamaria took one last look at Octavia before she made her way on to the ship. She wasn't sure that was the right thing to do. She had left a human being down in the brig. What if it was wrong? she thought. She knew that Octavia had a lot of dignity. She had gained a ship, a crew, and made herself a name rather fast. She was well known all over the ocean. But wha' abou' before tha'? Anamaria wondered. Did she always want to be a pirate? No one knew. It was like on day a lass appeared and she ruled the world. No one knew where she came from.She never told anyone. Not even her crew. Which is like family! Anamaria thought.
Will caught her eye. He looked at her funny. She rolled her eyes at him. He motioned his head back towards the wheel. Jack was steering. He seemed unusually alert. Anamaria shrugged. They both walked up to the front. Anamaria cleared her throat.
"Cap'n?" She said tentivly.
"Wha'?" He mumbled.
She her throat again. "Wha' be bothin' ye?"
"'ave ye 'eard from Elizabeth?" He turned to Will.
"No. Why?" Will said. He took a step towards Jack.
"I already told ye. I 'ave a bad feelin'. Where is she?" Jack said. He looked concerned.
"She's safe. She said she was in her last letter..." Will's voice trailed off.
"Where is she?" Jack repeated.
"She's in Port Royal... she wasn't feeling well..." Will looked down.
"Aye. Port Royal is where we be 'eaded then. Anamaria?"
"Cap'n?"
"Tell the crew to hurry."
"Aye Cap'n." She said. She took off down the stairs and yelled at the crew to hurry and when they questioned her. She took out her sword and yelled, "Who are ye to ask questions? Jus' do it." She had no patience. She had never seen Jack this way before.
"Jack... what do you think happened?" Will asked.
"I swear if I knew, mate. I'd tell ye." Then Jack left the wheel. He made his was down to his cabin and slammed the door. Will took the wheel immediately. He was more worried now then ever. Jack had a good instinct. What could be wrong? Will wondered. The more he wondered the worse things seemed to get. He finally asked Anamaria to steer for him. She nodded, and smiled.
"Ye 'ave to 'ave faith. Savvy?" She said.
Will nodded. He was pale and worried. Nothing anyone said could help him until he saw his wife, Elizabeth.
Meanwhile, Captain Octavia sat in the corner determined to focus on the wood below. She always thought it was a shame that such beautiful wood ended up down in the sea.But other things reminded her of wood as well...I wonder how... she was going to think family, but, all the people she considered family was dead.
She notice something on the floor. It was a letter. A letter to William, she noticed. It read:
My beloved William,
I love you. I miss you. I wait for you always. Although it's only been a mere week since I saw you last. Everything is fine in Port Royal. Father is busy as usual. He is still shaken up about the battle. He had never wanted to see a battle for years to come. He shall live though.
I'm not feeling very well. The maids have tolld me to lay down and rest while I can. They are quite right. I shall send this toTortuga where you'll pick it up. I know you'll be able to feel me right threw the pages. In your hands theat are so like my own, they are my hands.
I love you, Will.
Yours truly forever,
Elizabeth
Elizabeth? Octavia thought. I bet she's William's bonny lass. She smiled and folded the note up. She held it in her pocket and thenlet go. She didn't even realize the battle Elizabeth wrote about was the one Octavia caused. Although she tried to fight it, Octavia fell into a fretful sleep.
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Will went to his room. If you want to call it that. It was near Jack's room but, nowhere near as nice. Will was thankful to even have a place of his own. So, he didn't complain. He sat on his cot and searched his pockets. He only had one thing in mind that he wanted. Elizabeth's letter. He smiled at the thought of reading her neat curly writing.
It was gone.He looked on the floors. Where is it? He thought furiously. It was his only way to know that she was safe. For now anyways.
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Anamaria was steering, barely paying attention to where she was going. She too was worried. Why? she thought. Deep down she know why, when Jack was ever worried or concerned it put the whole crew on eggshells. She continued to steer for what seemed like hours. No movement was happening on the ship. It was very peaceful.
Just then Will came up. He was scratching his head and muttering. He didn't notice Anamaria; whether he did intentionally or not Anamaria couldn't know.He wasn't even looking up.
"CanI help ye?" Anamaria said. When he looked up he looked surprised but, then he smiled. Not a true smile, eh? she thought. 'e's all worried.
"Have you seen a letter?" He asked.
"Those are them things tha' family write, aye?" She joked. Apparently it was the wrong thing to say.
"Yes..." He said. "But this paticular letter... was erm... very special to me."
"Oh..." She said embaressed.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn' a said somethin' like tha'." She said. She couldn't stand looking at Will so she stared into the horizon.
"It's alright... I just..." He was going to say something else but instead he said, "Nevermind..."
Anamaria nodded and watched him go down to the brig.
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Octavia was dreaming. It was so awful. So surreal. But it was all true.
::Dream/nightmare::
Octavia finished crying. She realized there was no use to it. It made her face and red and blotchy. And when she cried she got angry;which was never a good thing. She went over to a window and looked at the reflection before her. She hated it. She loathed it.
She went back into the kitchen and saw her mother. She was washing up after dinner. She was swinging her hips and humming a song as she dumped the dishes into the warm water.
"What are you still doing here?" She said. There was no love in her eyes, only hatred.
"I am your daughter you know?" Octavia said.
"No, dearie. You are a mistake." She said, she never stopped washing the clothes.
Just then a sloppy man came to the window. He looked drunk and was missing teeth. Oddly enough he was trusted with a sword that hung at his waist. Your mother gave you a cold stare and she looked away. He smiled widely when he saw her point to the door and lick her teeth.
"Milday," He muttered. She smiled.
"Just let me make myself more comfortable," she said. "Go ahead and make yourself comfortable." She nodded at Octavia's room.
He opened the door to the room and looked confused but, unbuttoned his shirt with the door open. Then he took his belt and sword off and set then on the floor next to the room. Finally he undid his boots and kicked them off. A few moments later her mother appeared in a tight corset showing her bosoms very obviously, a pair or see-threw panties with an even more obvious hole and black tights. Her hair was let down upon her back. He smiled widely when he saw her and she shut the door.
Octavia knew it wasn't time to leave yet so she sat at the table. Loud moans escaped the door and she heard a thumping. Her mother's screech of pleasure was so loud that Octavia closed her eyes and covered her ears. Finally Octavia knew it had settled down in there, so she uncovered her ears and opened her eyes. She walked over to the door and pressed her ear on it.
"Who is that lil' girl in the house?" she heard the man grumble. This isn't a house, Octavia thought. It's a prison.
"No one," was the answer she heard.
"She looked mighty nice..." He mumbled.
"Aren't I enough for you, mister?" Olivia said playfully.
"Well, o' course you are... but, that lil' thing out there would feel mighty nice... I bet.." He stopped. "I would pay ye more, of course for her-erm- pleasure?"
"Is that so?" Octavia heard her mother getting up.
Octavia jumped away from the door. Her mother opened the door and peaked her head out. She was naked and her hair was a mess.
"Octavia, dear" she said sweetly. "Come here, darling."
Octavia shook her head no, fiercely. Her mother's smile disappeared. She came out and Octavia cringed.
"Get in there now," her mother growled.
"No." Octavia said simply.
Her mother smiled and called the man. He came out grinning. She nodded at him, smiling. He breathed deep. Octavia took notice not to look at him. She looked at the wood on the floor.How pretty it is, she thought trying to get her mind off the naked man in front of her.He took hold of her upper arm and threw her in the room. He came in and shut the door.
"Aren't you a pretty lil' thing?" He said. He came over to her and Octavia was shaking like mad.
"I bet yer even more pretty without clothes..." He said. He gripped her dress. Octavia shut her eyes, tight. He had her dress and petticoat off. He gasped at her thin waist. He threw her on the bed. The anger inside Octavia was unleashed. She screamed.
"Aww... ye've ne'er done this a fore?" He said. He took pieces of her ripped petticoat and tied her hands to the bed post. "Wouldn't want you to get antsy, eh?" He smiled and licked her navel. He began to go lower until Octavia blocked out everything. Until this awful pleasure began to hit her. She gasped because she was unable to speak.
"I haven't even started missy.. aren't you young.." He muttered. Then she opened her eyes. He had another piece of petticot in his hands. He tied it around her mouth. Tears began to well up in her eyes.
He bit her, hard. Then he appeared to decide against tieing her mouth, as he undid the mouth gag. Then he smiled wider. He shoved himself in her mouth. When she gagged and coughed he moaned. Her throat was sore and sheswallowed to ease the pain. It only made him smile.He finally tied the mouth gag back around her. Then he laughed. It was sour and cruel, that laugh.
Then she felt pain. As if she was being ripped open. Then man moaned louder. He grunted and made all sorts of noises. Octavia knew she was going to die. She felt it. How could pain be this bad without dying? She made no noises. She wouldn't give him any more satisfaction. Tears shot down her face. She tried to move but, realized what pleasure it caused him. Instead she stayed unusually still.
She blocked everything out. The awful pleasure, the cloth around her wrists, and of course, the pain. She would never forget it.
Then she heard her name...being called...
:::End of dream/nightmare:::
Will walked down the steps to the brig.The keys in his pockets jingled with each step. Perhaps... he thought. He heard a strange noise. It was Octavia!
He rushed over to the cell where she was being held. She was crying, tears screaming down her face. She was in pain! He realized. He shook the keys in his pockets. He found the right one and crawled to Octavia. He said her name.
"Octavia, miss," He said. "It's a dream, luv..."
She wouldn't wake up. He shook her until she opened her eyes. Immediately she felt mixed emotions, her pride being crushed for crying and being seen in such pain. Joy, as well, for being brought out of the nightmare, which was so awful that whoever brought her out of was surely a knight in on a white horse. She only wanted to be comforted. She took action of the latter, throwing herself crying into Will's arms. She felt the letter crinkle in her pocket. He didn't know what to do at first. But, the letter was out of his mind.
"Shh... shh..." He muttered. "It's okay, see? It was only a night terror."
"No," she wimpered. He patted her head and rubbed her back. "It was real..."
A few mintues later she had stopped crying and let go of Will.
"I'm sorry." She said, embaressed. She lowered her eyes, which were blotchy.
"It's not your fault..." He said. He looked up at her. He smiled.WIll kew not to pry at this sensitive subject."Don't worry yerself about it."
She nodded. But it was her fault, wasn't it? she thought.
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A/N: First things first, sorry for taking so long to update. Second of all, sorry that I updated. It took me a long time to figure out what should happen to Octavia after she decided to leave. I'm sorry I came up with something so cruel. Maybe I shouldn't have been so cruel(or detailed)? But I s'ppoe that's the way her past is/was. Please forgive me. For everything.
Thanks to reviewers: ((packing suitcase so you won't kill me for the chappie))
Homewreaker: Thanks for the review and I love yer story too! I understand about missing names and messing up. As you can tell. Lol.
((lost hair brush... aww)
CaptainAnna13: It will all be clear about the dimond stuff soon enough. Please, don't kill me for being cruel to Octavia! Things will look up for her soon! I hope! :-/ ((buys plane ticket online... books motel)
Tinkthefairy:Thanks for the compliment.. maybe I took too long to update... and now you'll be all mad that I did this... and now you wish you hadn't read it at all. I hope these thoughts don't dross your mind.
((whistles innocently))
A Bit closer, Johnny: Yeah.. I know you feel bad for her now.. She was only twelve.. Oy! Thanks for the compliment.
((takes bags and leaves))
Yeah, I'm not really leaving, just don't kill me ((shields self with arms)). Um... It wouldn't be much of a story though if she had a happy childhood though savvy? right? maybe?
I'll update real soon. Promise. : ) But only if you R&R. Ok? Five reviews ladies and gents! That seems fair, right? Tell yer friends if you like it, or not. Please? It truly keeps me writing.
