A/N: Ok, things get a bit…violent in this chapter, with some attempted rape…just a warning for people who are squicked out by that kinda thing. Oh yeah, and I changed my penname again…I'm in a variety kinda mood at the moment.

Krissi: I'm trying to finish it, I promise! I just need a plot-line…

Renajah: Thank you huni, luv ya!

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Streak tucked into her breakfast with gusto, with Jack following suit, though she had water where he had rum; she usually loved the drink, but not for breakfast. Jack was busy explaining to the crew who Streak was, whilst gesturing madly as usual, and also describing their route. Streak was intrigued to hear that they would be stopping at Isla Di Muerta, the legendary island that could only be found by those who already knew where it was. Once she'd cleared her plate, she pretended to be listening intently to Jack, whilst sliding a hand under the table to his leg. She moved her hand higher and delighted in seeing him try to stay in control. After a few minutes, she decided she's teased him enough, and rose from the table. Jack looked up at her questioningly and she smiled.

'I'm just goin' ter the cabin ter freshen up. I ain't 'ad the chance since our duel. I think I'll go ter the nest when I'm done. Just so yer know.'

She kissed his lips briefly, lovingly stroked his cheek and strode off; knowing Jack's eyes were on her all the way. She turned at the door and winked, before leaving for their cabin.

In the cabin, Streak shook her glossy hair free from its band and brushed it through. She stripped and heated some water, using it to clean herself. She might be a pirate, but she liked being clean. She rinsed her hair and rubbed it dry on an old shirt before plaiting it into a long braid; she loved having her hair loose, but it wasn't really practical aboard a ship. Plus, if she plaited it while it was still damp, it stayed in soft curls when she took it out. Looking through a trunk in the corner of the cabin, Streak found some old shirts and pants that fitted her just about alright and pulled them on. Rummaging around the cluttered assortment of trinkets on Jack's desk she found a stick of kohl that she used to line her eyes. Pleased with the finished effect, she strapped on her sword, slipped into her boots and 'borrowed' Jack's hat. Smiling at how she knew he'd look when he saw her in it, she left the cabin and pulled the door to, intending to climb the crow's nest and have some peace.

Her plans were thwarted, however when she was halfway up the ladder. It was a rope ladder, though despite this was quite strong, and when she reached the tenth rung she noticed it was fraying about a meter above her. She realised her weight was too much for it, and she was too high up to risk jumping. She started to descend, but as soon as she moved the rope snapped and she fell to the wooden deck below.

She landed awkwardly, and with the sun almost blinding her, she didn't notice the sword at her throat until the tip pressed against her skin.

'Don't ye think ye can escape me that easily, Lily.'

'Don't call me that, Aaron, my name is Streak.'

'Not ter yer Captain it's not.'

'That's different, and ye know it.'

'No I don't; I love ye, Lily, always have, but ye ran away…why?'

''Cause the world don't revolve around ye, Aaron, that's why. I 'ad other business to attend to.'

'Yer mine Lily, only mine. Ye gave yerself ter me the day we met, and now I'm gonna 'seal the deal', as it were.'

Aaron gripped Streak's arm and pulled her to her feet, dragging her along the deck. She opened her mouth to scream, but he was on her in a flash.

'Don't ye be callin' fer help, or it'll be all the worse for ye, understand?'

Streak nodded mutely, knowing that he was stronger than her, and probably a better skilled swordsman. They reached her cabin and Aaron kicked open the door and threw Streak to the floor. Her hair had come loose from its braid and fell about her shoulders. She looked up at Aaron, scared of what he was capable of doing to her. She knew he wanted to hurt her for what she'd done to him and she could see in his eyes that he wouldn't be merciful. Jack would be at least another hour with the crew, and he thought she was safe in the nest; he wouldn't come looking for her. Streak knew that to Aaron it would seem like some sort of victory to have her in Jack's bed.

Aaron locked the door and threw the key out of reach under the desk. He slowly advanced on her like a tiger waiting to pounce. Backing up to the bed, Streak raised herself from the floor, not liking the feeling of being weak and helpless, though given the current situation there was little she could do about that. Aaron reached out a hand to help her stand, and for a moment Streak let herself believe that he'd had a change of heart. He pulled her to him and ran a fingertip over her cheek to her chin, forcing her to look at him. She lowered her gaze, not wanting to meet his eyes, but he backhanded her across the face. She refused to fall to the floor again and managed to keep her balance, whilst holding a hand to her reddened cheek.

'Never look away from me again.'

Aaron shook her shoulders until she met his gaze.

'D'ye understand?'

'Aye,' it was barely more than a whisper, but it was enough.

He moved her hand gently from her face and caressed her cheek gently, his other hand settling on her waist. He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her. Much as she didn't want to, Streak felt herself responding to his touch. As his hands began to roam, she pulled away, disgusted with herself.

'Lily, what are ye doin'? I'm not tryin' ter hurt ye anymore.'

'Aaron, I'm sorry. I might have loved ye once, but I was naïve and young. I didn't realise how deep your feelings were fer me.'

Aaron felt rage well up inside him once more as she rejected him again. He pushed her to the bed and tore through her clothes, leaving her exposed before him. She moved to cover herself but he held her fast.

'Jack isn't here ter save ye now, bitch. Give yerself up ter me and I won't hurt ye anymore than I have ter.'

'Never.'

'So be it.'

Aaron drew his sword and ran it gently across her stomach, leaving a thin trail of blood behind it. Streak bit her lip, but refused to show any sign of pain. She knew better than to struggle against an angry man with a blade, but when she heard footsteps outside the door, she let out an unearthly cry for help. The door handle rattled as the stranger outside made an attempt to open it. There were footsteps running away from the door, and Streak could only hope that they were going to find Jack, as Aaron raised his sword above her.

'Ye've done it now, Lily. I'm goin' ter kill ye, and won't Jack be upset.'

He gave a sickening smile as he slashed down with his sword…

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A/N: Sorry to leave you with a cliffhanger! I will try and update again soon, but I've just been so busy recently with coursework and shows and stuff…sorry!

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