A.N I'm sooooooo sorry again. I promise the next chapter will be up some time this week. This chapter is very angst.
Disclaimer: See first chapter.
It was so quiet, so cold, so dark. The ship rocked continuously, even though the sea was calm. Water covered the floor of the tiny brig. The only sound was the soft creaking of the hull, and the breaking of the surf onto it. The sound was deafening compared to the silence, especially to Elizabeth's ears.
She didn't know how long she had been on the boat. Days, weeks, months- it didn't matter. Every hour seemed like a lifetime in the darkness. Her captures brought her food and water every now and then, which she didn't touch. And as they did, they tormented her, teased her. But she refused to let them see her cry. After all, that was what they wanted. To break her. But it was too late. That had already been done. After a while, they soon gave up, leaving her only to her thought, each one more horrifying than the next.
In fact, disturbingly, she had found she had given up crying after then. Even out of their eyesight, she refused to shed a tear. She just felt numb. She had no feelings, no reactions to anything around her. She just sat perfectly still, knees tucked into her chest, in one corner of her cell.
During her first night, Elizabeth had tried to plan an escape. Many different theories came into her head, each one crazier and more dangerous than the previous. Soon, she realised this was impossible; what could she do against a whole crew full of pirates?
So, she had taken to pacing the cell, feeling sick with worry over Will and Marie. She had no idea what had happened to them. Were they hurt? Or worse? But these thoughts just led to anger. Why was she always caught? Why was she always so helpless to do anything for the people she cared for?
"WHY!" she cried, slamming her fist on the bars of the cell. Just to see a man staring at her, a smirk on his face. He spoke with a posh, English accent she didn't expect to hear from the mouth of a pirate. It was dangerously soft.
"Ah, Miss Elizabeth, do you know how beautiful you look when you get angry?"
Elizabeth didn't move. She just stared at him, with what she hoped was a threatening look. His smile just grew wider.
"Forgive me, Miss. I haven't introduced myself." He spoke with the air of a gentleman. "My name is Thomas Furnoa, Captain of The Legend."
He took her hand and bent down to kiss, but she pulled away, backing against the wall. Her hand instinctively went up to fiddle with her mother's necklace but not only did she remember it wasn't there, but the captain was staring at her. Her hand shot down again; she would not look weak in front of him.
He spoke again, his voiced laced with sarcasm "Oh now, Miss. I was only being polite."
Elizabeth opened her mouth to speak. She willed her voice to be strong but it wouldn't listen. It shook as she spoke. "W…What do you want with me?"
Furnoa started to walk up and down outside the cell. "Well, my dear, it appeared you had something I wanted." He held up the necklace. "I couldn't just rip it from you without damaging that beautiful little neck of yours. So you had to come."
Her eyes filled with disgust. His smile grew into a grin, revealing his perfectly white teeth.
"So, why didn't you just let me go when you had it?"
"Why, my dear, you are not as smart as you look. I would have thought the answer to that question was obvious. If I had let you go, you would have gone running off to that insufferable man, Jack Sparrow." Furnoa waited for her reaction before he continued. Nothing much. Just a little flicker of recognition and slight shock in her eyes. But it quickly disappeared to be replaced by anger again.
"And you would have probably told that little blacksmith of yours too, Mr Turner." This got a slighter better reaction. She gasped and her eyes became wide. She was no doubt wondering what connection he had to her beloved Will.
Furnoa continued. "And, seeing how much he adores you, he probably would have gone all the way around the world with Sparrow, just to get it back. I would hate to give him that misfortune." He stopped pacing right in front of her. He knew the story was ridiculous but that didn't matter; the only thing that matter was his knowledge of the people in it.
Elizabeth tried to remain calm. But her mind was racing. How did Will know this man? And Jack? He had never mentioned Furnoa before?
She did, however managed to keep on a brave face. "Well, it didn't work, did it?" He stayed perfectly still. She swallowed. "Will and Jack will be looking for me right now."
Again, Furnoa's smile grew into a grin. She started to doubt herself. Would they be looking for her?
"Oh, my dear, I seriously doubt that."
Elizabeth blinked.
"In fact, it would be highly impossible."
Her heart raced. Oh, God no…
"Will Turner and Jack Sparrow are dead."
She staggered back, until the wall stopped her going any further. Her eyes glazed over and she slid down the wall. No. No, it wasn't true.
But then he chucked some bloodstained material from Marie's torn dress into the cell.
She slowly picked it up. She put it to her face and sobbed violently into it.
And although she didn't see it, a look of triumph passed over Thomas Furnoa's face as he left.
Elizabeth closed her eyes against the memory. She hadn't moved from that spot ever since, and her hand still desperately clutched the piece of torn material.
Thomas Furnoa sat silently in his quarters. He marvelled at his own brilliance.
It was completely by chance that one of his crew picked up the piece of material. Furnoa's keen eye had spotted the rich fabric.
"Where did you get that from?"
The toothless pirate, Gums by name, turned around and raised himself to his full height, no matter how much he was cowering inside. The Captain was a dangerous man.
"This, Sir?" Gums cringed. He caught himself too late. Of course, the Captain meant that.
Furnoa saw the man's reaction to his own stupidity. He didn't say anything, just smiled. The men on this ship always knew that the Captain demanded respect, nothing less.
Gums continued. "I found it, at the Governor's 'ouse. My 'and was bleedin' so I took it so I could wipe my 'and. It must've ripped when Marie run up the stairs, Sir. It's the same colour as her dress."
The Captain's mouth fell open. Gums readied himself for the blow of the Captain's fist.
It never came. Instead the bloody fabric was ripped from his hand.
Furnoa now chuckled at the look on Gums's face. It was the last thing the man had expected.
Furnoa had told the stupid girl that the Turners and Sparrow were dead, using the cloth as proof, the blood adding to the effect. It didn't matter that it belonged to someone else.
Furnoa smiled: his plan had worked. The girl had said or done anything else from that moment on. She was broken. This would make it so much it easier when the time came. A willing victim always was. Furnoa found no pleasure from murder: it was just an unavoidable necessity.
Of course there was always the chance that the girl would find out the truth, like if the Pearl ever caught them. He had no doubt that Sparrow and the Turners were on their way after them. Marie knew where they were headed. It was the reason she had run away. He wasn't stupid.
The Pearl was a fast ship. But his crew were loyal to him (if not scared, Furnoa thought) and were skilled fighters. All were hand picked by Furnoa himself. If the Pearl decided to mess with them, they would die.
So really he wasn't lying to the girl; merely predicting their fate.
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