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I slowly woke up, and sat bolt upright. Food and swords surrounded me…

Oh my Lord, I'd stowed away in a ship. I clutched my head. This was very, very bad. I must have had too much of that wine last night. I ran away just because Mr Johnston tried to get me in bed. Lord, how could I be so stupid?

It's ok; I'll just get of the ship. No one will ever know what I did.

I stood up to be knocked off my feet again. Shit, the ship was moving. We where sailing. Oh no…

I ran to the door and pulled on it. Of course it was locked. I really began to panic then. What was I going to do? I went to pound on the door, but realised the last thing I wanted was to be discovered.

I went back and huddled in one of the corners. I fished around in one of the barrels and managed to find an apple and a bit of meat. Just as I had finished eating it however, the door began to rattle.

My breathing became ragged. I clambered quickly (and loudly) behind some crates, pulling myself into the smallest ball my body would allow. Just in time too. The door burst open with a loud bang.

I crouched lower, staring at the crate in front of me. I couldn't see who had entered, but judging from the footsteps it was a man. I could hear barrels being moved, and a grunting noise. The footsteps where getting closer, still moving barrels. Then there was a silence. I was just starting to believe that he had gone, when the crate that hid me was lifted high above my head.

I looked up, terrified. A pot-bellied man stood above, smirking down at me. "Well well well, what do we have here?" He whispered. I couldn't think of a suitable answer. He didn't seem to care though. He grabbed me roughly by my hair and dragged me to my feet.

"The Cap'n will be very interested in you," He whispered in my ear. He tugged me harshly up the stairs and onto the deck. I looked wildly around, but in all four directions was only the clear blue ocean.

"Cap'n!" The man shouted. All of the crew stopped and stared at me. I stood stock still, not wanting for the man to tug on my hair anymore.

"Who's that?"

The man turned, making me spin with him. I let out a gasp. It was the dreadlocked man I had served last night!

He frowned at me. "You're the lass who spat in me drink last night, weren't ya?"

I bit my lip. I was sure no one had seen that. He let out a low laugh. "Jack Sparrow sees everything, love." He whispered, as if reading my mind. He turned to look at the other man. "Put 'er down, she isn't goin' nowhere."

The man let me go and I massaged my scalp. The captain grabbed my wrist. "Why are ya on me ship, lassie?" He slurred, looking at me through half-slit eyes.

I started talking very fast. "I'm-really-sorry-I-was-drunk-last-night-and-then-Mr-Johnston-came-and-I-didn't-know-what-to-do-and-I-was-running-and-was-at-the-dock-and-I-climbed-on-this-ship-I-had-no-idea-it-was-yours-and-I'm-realy-sorry-and-I'll-never-do-it-again-so-could-you-possibly-let-me-go?"

He stared at me. "You're drunk, lass." He said. "Drunk. Off your wagon."

"No I'm not-"

"Mr Cotton! Take this lass down to the brig. We'll let her out when she can talk some sense." He called out. An elderly man came over and grabbed me by my upper arm.

I was sweating. "No…please, don't do this…"

Needless to say, no one paid me any attention. The man (who surprisingly didn't even tell me to shut up… he didn't say anything, actually) just pulled and tugged me to the bottom of the ship and pushed me into one of the tiny little cells.

I turned, ready to escape, but he had already turned the key and hung them on the other side of the room on a hook. I sunk to the floor, and watched as a rat that must have been bigger then the mugs we serve drinks in at the tavern scuttle across the ground.

So I sat there, rocking back and forth with the waves.

I've never been seasick before.

I was then.

And all over the cell floor.

I have no idea where I will sleep, the floor's covered in my half-digested food.

Sorry it's so short, but I really want to go to bed. Night!

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