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Victoria looked at her surroundings; it wasn't a cell that was for sure.
Out of the big French windows she could see the Black Pearl, bobbing on the water. She narrowed her eyes and went over to shut the curtains; she couldn't bear to look at anything to do with Jack.
Suddenly, the door opened, Victoria turned around to see a small, grey haired woman trying to wrestle with the door and an armful of fluffy white towels.
She placed the towels on the four-poster bed and straightened out her clothes. Looking up she spotted Victoria, who had been watching silently the whole time.
"Hello dear, are you the young girl Commodore Norrington brought in?" she asked brightly in a London accent.
Victoria hadn't even opened her mouth before the woman began speaking again.
"By the sounds of things you've had it pretty rough, running away from home, piracy, jail…not the way for a young lady to behave but its ok, I'll forgive you" she winked playfully with sparkling eyes that looked like they belonged to someone half her age.
She walked over to Victoria and moved Victoria's head from side to side.
"Such a pretty face, pity its hidden under these rags" she tutted.
"But these are all I have, I…I thought I looked nice" said Victoria.
"Yes, if you want to look like a whore dear" she replied abruptly.
Victoria was slightly shocked at hearing this small woman say something like that but didn't say anything.
"Don't worry pumpkin, I'll run you an nice hot bath and you can jump into bed, you've had a long night"
She scuttled off into a room that led off the one Victoria was in. Victoria wandered into the bathroom and saw a huge bath filling up with steaming hot water.
"Clothes off dear" said the woman.
"What? I'm not taking my clothes off!" replied Victoria.
"Well you can't have a bath with them on silly" she said "Arms up"
Victoria lifted her arms up and the woman took the shirt off her.
"What's your name?" asked Victoria.
"Oh, how silly of me, I'm Mrs Woods" she replied, "Been a housekeeper here for many, many years"
Victoria slide into the bath and breathed deeply, it had been a long time since she had, had a proper bath.
"Here you are dear," said Mrs Woods, handing her a bar of soap "We want you to be clean for when the Commodore sees you"
"I'm not going to see him" Victoria replied.
"He's a good man you know, but he's lonely. He had his heart set on one girl, pretty young thing she was, he nearly married her but she ran off with a blacksmith. Terrible pity, he was distraught for ages, poor thing"
"I'm sorry for his loss but I'm not going to see him"
"Sleep first, you might see differently in the morning, time to get out"
Victoria got out and draped a big white towel over herself. Once dry she put on a nightdress and got into bed.
Yawning she curled up under the covers and closed her eyes.
"Think about what I said dear, wont you?" asked Mrs Woods.
"I…will," said Victoria sleepily.
Jack woke up and groaned. He put a hand to his head, it ached immensely.
Getting up slowly he saw that his room had been wrecked, for a second he thought that there had been a storm during the night but then he saw the empty rum bottle strewn across the bed and it all came flooding back.
There came a knock at the door.
"Captain, can I come in?" It was Mr Gibbs.
"Go away Gibbs" relied Jack.
Defying Jack's orders Gibbs opened the door.
"I told you to leave me alone "
"But Captain, I just want to know what's been going on, I've never seen you look this down before"
"I don't want to talk to you, Jenson or anyone, I just want to be left alone"
"Surely there's something I can do?" asked Gibbs.
"I'll give you three seconds to get out of my office before I…no, actually, there is something you can do, bring me some rum"
"Rum Captain?"
"You heard me Gibbs, savvy?"
"Aye Captain…savvy" said Gibbs miserably.
Gibbs closed the door and walked over to Jenson and Tiger.
"Well? What's going on?" asked Tiger.
"He…he wants some rum"
"Rum?" said Jenson.
"Good" piped up Tiger "After this, we're all in need of a drink.