DISCLAIMER: POTC Still not mine, but..."I'm telling the story!"

Chapter Three

The room was quite small, not mention dark and damp. The only light was of the lantern that the man they called Twigg had left with her. She was thankful it wasn't a candle, she didn't seem to have much luck with them, but maybe she'd have better luck with this.

It had been about an hour since they had put her down below while they put the plunder away. The food to the galley, ammunition to the hold and the rum...most of that wouldn't even make it to the cellar. She shivered a bit as a cold chill went down her spine. She had been going over what had happened that night. She had been taken from her home, said home then destroyed, brought to a pirate ship...only to find herself now married to one of the men who had taken her away from the only life she had ever known. Sure the conditions even in this cramped room were better than those at home, but...he was more than twice her age! Not to mention disgusting and vile...

The opening of the creaking door broke her thoughts. She looked up to see her new husband walk into the small cabin, closing the door behind him. "'ello, poppet." he said small growl in his voice. He shook his head in disgust and moved his way to the complete opposite side of the room.

Camille slid back further into the corner that she was sitting in, pulling her legs to her chest. She watched him as he slid down the wall to the floor. It was the first time that she was able to get a very good look at him. He was like she assumed at least twice as old as she was, the shabby beard on his face was filled with gray along with what remained of his long hair. His face was definitely scarred up. She assumed that a lot of it was from years of being out on the open sea, not to mention the numerous battle's he must have been in. There was a knife scar above his left eye, running almost through it. Amazing that it was still intact. She noticed something else that made her shudder; not the thing she noticed but her thought about it. He had very beautiful eyes.

A bottle of rum in his hand, Pintel pulled the cork out with his teeth, spitting it to the floor. Taking a large swig he swished the alcohol around in his mouth before swallowing it. It took a moment before he noticed that she was studying him. "What ye looking at?" He snarled.

She gasped as he asked the question, ducking her head, looking at the floor. "Nothing!" She replied quickly. "Nothing at all."

"Right." He murmured as he downed some more rum, narrowing his eyes at her. He shook his head, spitting on the floor. "So you really think I'm ugly?" He asked her. He didn't really care what she thought; at least that's what he thought.

"I uh," She tried to get an answer out but kept stammering for a moment. "You've got nice eyes." She said quietly.

"Ha!" Was his response to that. "Women." He grumbled, shaking his head, taking yet another large gulp of rum.

Camille sighed softly, watching him. "So it's true then? That pirates love their rum..."

Pintel glared at her, thoughts of different ways he could silence her, end her life ran through his head. "Just shut up would ye?" He asked. She let out a small sound before nodding her head. She bit her bottom lip to help her remain silent. "That's better." He smiled, continuing to drink.

The light of the lantern flickered a bit, at one point it seemed as though it might even go out. "Blast it!" Pintel bellowed a wave had hit against the ship causing it to jar a bit, the rum sloshing out of his bottle as he tried to take another drink. She tried not to giggle watching it. "What?" He demanded anger sounding in his voice. The anger didn't last very long before it disappeared and was replaced with laughter. "Yeah, hard to imagine a seasoned sailor likes me having that kind of thing happening. Ye'd think I'd be used it." Ye've got me wound up. He thought to himself before he took another drink.

She watched him as he did before cautiously speaking up. "Are you drinking so much to forget something?" She was asking him the first question that came to her head.

Observant she is. He thought sarcastically to himself. "Something like that." He grumbled taking yet another drink. "The Cap'n said we're to consummate our relationship." he said rolling his eyes. "So I be drinking until I find ye beautiful." he said bitterly, taking another drink.

She had gasped at the word "consummate," finally realizing what they had been talking about. She whimpered a bit and cowered further into the corner.

The sounds of her whimpers caused his annoyance level to raise, causing him to also pick up speed in his drinking. As he did he started to look over her for the first time since his extremely inventive captain had married them. He groaned inwardly shaking his head, either I've had enough or...no way. He noticed that the once braided hair was now hanging down loose in waves. It hung partially in her face as she looked down at her feet. Now he could see also that it was obvious that she was a poor girl not the rich girl that had thought. Her poor complexion showing the lack of money and resources for proper care. In her brown eyes fear was very apparent. He clutched the bottle of rum in his hand as he began to gag. Not over the sight but over the thoughts and feelings that were stirring up. She's beautiful already. There was no way he was going to think this.

"Well I'll tell you what, poppet." He said with an almost drunken scramble to his feet. "I'm gonna sleep in me cot with the rest of the crew. You stay 'ere. I'll be seeing ye in the morning."

Watching as he stumbled his way to the door, she breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn't thought that her life would ever amount to much being born in a poor family but a life like she had been thrown into never crossed her mind. For sure she was not looking forward to making their marriage "official."

Before stepping out he turned back to face her one more time." Good night, poppet." He sneered. "Sleep tight." With that he stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him. Camille watched him walk out, laying out on the make shift bed that had been laid out for her. She curled up into a fetal position, a tear falling down her face.

A/N: Sorry for the shortness of this chapter! I'm working on chapter 4 but Jack's got me stumped now. It's Pre-CotBP & DMC so I can't have him just go off and shoot the undead monkey. Sobs Blasted monkey!