A/N: You really know how to make an author feel loved! THANX SO MUCH FOR THE REVIEWS! I turned on my computer to find seven reviews and was so happy Thank you Smithy, mysterious-muse, Your Computer Book Buddy and Vampirehelsing!

Mysterious-muse: I am really glad that you think my fanfic is good, trust me, it is the best complement I could receive. :

Your Computer Book Buddy: Thank you for the idea. To all of those readers who don't what "servi" means, it is served in French. This is what a certain character in Pirates of the Caribbean says all the time. Looking at other fanfics I've noticed that people more commonly write it like "savvy" which I guess is what it sounds like. It is used at the end of a question like "is that enough for you?" or "are you served?" For all of you who just received enlightenment thank Your Computer Book Buddy, because even though they knew what it meant, they thought about you.

Wait! I almost forgot that unfortunately, I do not own any of the Pirates of the Caribbean characters, sniff, but of course Miriam, Chris and André are products of my great imagination. Enjoy this chapter! And if you haven't reviewed the last few (the other two!) read them or you won't understand anything…aaannnndddddd…REVIEW! lol! Don't forget that important part of this complete story (No, it is not complete, but what I mean is that it is wholesome.)

Now, the much awaited Chapter III!

Chapter III: Rebellion

They ate their food fast, almost furtively. No food was wasted. The slimy green mold was quickly brushed off the plates and into gaping mouths eager for nourishment. After three days at sea the slave stock was reduced. Two had died of mal nourishment, three from wounds and blood loss, one from a rat bite and one from scurvy. The storage room was dark, and the time of day was lost the slaves, apart from the brief glimpses of the sun as their captors brought in the scarce food. Voices now whispered, their weakness reducing the power of their vocal cords. Chains rattled and the wind howled through the invisible holes in the wall. André leaned back on the wall; his handsome face expressionless as he set down is cleaned plate, "They are a lot more intelligent than they appeared to be."

Miriam looked over at him, her brown hair coming undone of it's elegant bun, and nodded in approval, "They starve us and let the weakest of us die of disease and maladies. By doing this they reduce the risk of mutiny and guarantee the strength of their slaves, ensuring them good prices in the market."

André flashed her a grin, "You're very clever Miriam, a least this food doesn't get to your head; it would be pity to lose you."

Miriam glared at him and looked over at Chris. The young man was shivering, his teeth shattering and his hazel eyes dull. Miriam leaned over and put a hand over his forehead. Christopher looked over at his sister, his short wavy brown hair sweaty, "Miriam, am I dying?"

Miriam removed her hand and forced a smile on her lips, "Of course not! You are a pirate, and pirates are not killed off that quickly. All you need is a few extra covers…"

She looked at herself, her emerald green dress was dirty, it was ripped at the edges and would not offer her brother much warmth. André looked over her, his face worried, "What's the matter, luv?"

Miriam turned and hissed, "Call me that again and the second I regain my sword your tongue will no longer be in your filthy mouth."

André held up his hands in surrender, his teeth flashing through his sun tanned face, "I meant no offense. I will never call you that again until you are given the chance to defend yourself against the blows of my sword, servi?"

Miriam glowered at his, then noticing that he had nothing of warmth to offer to Chris, she turned away. The slaves around her had nothing to offer. Miriam bit her lip; the second she had seen Chris's eyes glaze over she had known. After having confirmed his low fever she knew that she had to find help. Chris had managi. A/N: This is not a real disease, so don't look it up. Basically it causes low fever and chills, but if untreated it can lead to death. The treatment is quite simple, kind of like a common cold, but in the conditions they (Miriam, Chris and André) are in it could probably turn deadly :)

Beside her she could hear André's beads clicking together as he leaned over to look at Christopher. She heard his soft whistle and turned to look at him. The young man's crystals blue eyes were soft, "You need to cover him up," he whispered so Chris wouldn't hear him.

Miriam nodded worried, "None of us own anything of the sort though."

André slipped his arm around her slender shoulders, "He can't die; by the look of him it is not as serious as it can be, and if it is only the first, second day of the symptoms…"

Miriam interrupted him, "André, I do not believe this is a situation for you to slip your arm on my shoulders," she said firmly and coolly.

André grinned and removed his arm, "No offense, my lady."

Miriam tugged at her dress, making sure it didn't slide down as she stood up. The ratty man that surveyed over the slaves immediately came over, "Yer out of line! Sit down lest me call him."

Miriam looked down on the man, "I demand someone provide me with two blankets or covers."

The small man squeaked and again attempted to persuade her to sit down, "Yer a slave, the chains keep ye constrained, now sit down!"

Miriam crossed her arms over her chest, "I refuse to do so unless I am provided with blankets."

The slaves around her whispered, raising the noise of the small, dark chamber to a loud buzz of voices. His hands fidgeting, the small fat man squeaked in fear and anxiety. Chris tugged on her dress, his voice low and airy among the other rising voices, "Miriam, sit down, don't do it for me, I will accept my fate…"

Miriam scoffed, "Chris, it is not for you, all you have is a small cold, nothing else. But my dress has begun to wear down and I want a blanket to cover myself and keep my warmth."

The small man emitted a strangled scream and rushed up the stairs, his hands stepping on the steps, making way for his legs and knees. The room instantly grew quiet. Everyone strained to hear what happened as the undersized man closed the door after him. The soft waves knocked into the wood hull, swaying the boat to the motions of the sea. Hushed bumps and splashes where heard from beneath her, as the air was caught under the vessel. No one spoke as the ship swayed back and forth. They heard the clatter of the man's steps on deck fade as he ran away. Voices were raised above, the clarity of the words robed by the wood between the deck and the storage chamber. Suddenly there was a squeak as the door opened once more.

A shadow grew on the floor of the slaves' quarters. The large muscled black skinned man that had caught André and brought him back to his imprisonment. Miriam trembled slightly before pulling herself together and drawing herself to her full height, her head inches from the low ceiling. The man came towards her. His chest was bear and bore the scars of many battles. His breeches where held up by a belt. A cat of nine tails and two pistols along with a cutlass hung from it, bring attention and a fearful silence from the slaves around him. His smile was obstructed by missing teeth and black rotting ones. He drew up to Miriam, his head scratching the ceiling as he was forced to bend. A foul laugh erupted from his lips, his chest heaving. Then he shot a murderous glace at the small fat man, "Are this is what yer bring me fo'? THIS! Not on'y a slave, a lowly slave but a lass?"

Miriam glared at the man, "I demand two blankets."

The muscled man turned towards her, "Shut yer mouth, wench!"

Miriam was taken back at his insult, "I demand…"

The tall muscled man's hand reached back and slapped her across the face. The force of the swing sent her into the wall behind her. Licking her lips, Miriam tasted the blood. There was a hushed silence as everyone waited to see what would happen. Chains rattled beside her as André stood up and brought her to him, his arms supporting her from falling, "I would never hit a lass, my friend," he said coolly, his blue eyes chip of ice.

The muscled man guffawed, his head rocking back. Then his eyes turned cold, "Yer insolence will be punished." In one swift motion, he took Miriam and pulled her towards him. Miriam could not fight, blood coming from her head at the shock against the wall. Chris emitted a scream of rage, but in his struggled to stand up failed as he collapsed panting from the effort. Miriam moaned slightly, her hair matted in blood and her world beginning to fade in front of her eyes.

It all happened quickly. André's legs swung underneath the man, taking his legs from under him. The muscled man swayed off balance. Taking the chance, André took Miriam from his arms, holding her upright in his arms. Then, seeing the dark skin man rush up the stairs and lock the door behind him sat down, leaning Miriam against the wall.

Chris moved over, his body shivering as he shook Miriam's shoulder. A muffled moan of pain escaped her open lips, but her eyes remained closed. Chris looked over at André, "Thank you. She is stubborn and rebellious, and it sometimes gets her into trouble."

André smiled his welcome as he gently took Miriam's head in his hands and inspected the wound at the back of her head. After a while he turned to Chris, "It was not so serious. She lost some blood, which would account for her dizziness, but otherwise, the blood has already clotted and it will be just a matter of rest."

Chris nodded his thanks and leaned back the wall, his knees coming up to his face as he tried to warm up in vain. Miriam's body rose and fell in her slow breathing as the motion of the ship swayed her into slumber. André leaned back. His eyes expressionless as he thought. Chris needed out, and Miriam would get herself killed. They needed escape.

A/N: There you go! Wow, I posted three days in a row! Don't expect me to be this good all through the story, but then again… maybe if there are enough reviews REVIEW! Tell me what you think and your ideas about how I could make it more interesting. Sorry this chapter was so short; the next one will be longer. REVIEW! Tell me about your questions and comments! I DO care! Really, trust me