Chapter 17: The Fleet of the Pirate Dawg
Morgan groaned and attempted to sit up. She winced as a flaring pain shot through her entire body. She felt as if her limbs were on fire. She felt hot tears sting her eyes.
"Is she awake?" the voice was refined and couth. There was no responding voice.
"Good, take the gag out, and the blindfold."
Ah, so that was why she couldn't talk or see anything. She felt grimy hands touch the side of her face and the rag covering her eyes fell away. She recoiled from the man.
He had no tongue.
Her eyes traveled over the roomy cabin. Every crew member was standing at attention except for the one untying her gag. Her eyes went to the man leaning against his desk.
He had long, brown-red hair and bright blue eyes. His teeth were white and straight and his nails had no dirt under them. She knew immediately who this man was.
Dawg.
"You!" she spat as the gag fell away. The red haired man smiled.
"Oh good, you do know me!"
"Who else could you be," she snarled, working her tongue over her dry lips, "other than Dawg?"
"Oh very good indeed, Ms. Turner."
Morgan moved her hands. They were bound behind her. She lurched to her knees and knelt on the deck. Her feet were tied together as well. She looked around and saw her boots next to the door. She looked up at Dawg.
"What do you want?"
"Where is it?"
"Where is what?" Morgan moaned painfully. She was losing feeling in her right foot.
Dawg grabbed Morgan just above her elbows and hauled her to her feet. She squeaked in pain as he pulled her against him. She growled into his face as he looked down on her.
"You know what I want…" he whispered as he stroked her cheek.
"Don't touch me!"
Dawg smiled and continued to rub her face.
"Where is the Pearl, Morgan?"
The Pearl? Isn't on me? She thought. Her face clouded. She then realized it wasn't on her chest.
Jack you sly devil! You must have taken it off after the storm! She almost crowed with delight. The Pearl was safe.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Morgan said coldly.
"Don't lie to me, you whore!" Dawg's hand cut across her face. The slap was resounding in the silent cabin.
"Do you have any idea where you are right now?"
"I'm on a ship," she snapped, trying to lean out of his touch.
"Well, isn't she a bright one gentlemen?" Dawg called to his silent crew. The crew all nodded.
"You, Rogers," Dawg said. A man stepped forward. He was nondescript in his appearance.
"Aye sir?" he was one of the few that still had his tongue…for now.
"Take her up to the main deck, let her see it…"
"See what?" Morgan asked.
"The Fleet of Dawg."
Sin and the crew of the Nebuchadnezzar worked quickly at bringing her into port at Tortuga. The crew worked without question. They all wanted Morgan back.
Sin dropped the thick rope onto the dock and he and Twig jumped out. They tied her to the dock and looked up at the crew.
"Stay with the ship. Be prepared to bring on more crew members, as we'll need all the help we can get." The crew nodded at Sin's words. They began to clean the ship, making more room for the new crew members they would be getting.
Sin and Twig began to walk purposely down the dock. "Listen Twig; find another good crew, hopefully one that will sail under this Andrew."
Twig nodded. "I knew Andrew. He's a good man. It's an honor to sail under his command. I know a few good ones who will."
"Good, lad, very good." Sin clapped Twig on the shoulder and the two men walked in different directions.
Sin began to walk into every pub, yelling as soon as he got in for Captain Andrew of the Morning Star. As of yet, he had no luck.
As he was walking down the street, one of the local girls walked up to him. "I hear ye looking for Captain Andrew?"
"Aye, that I am."
"I know where he is, I'll take you there for a price."
Sin looked at the girl. She was younger than Morgan, 15 years at most. Her blond hair was ratty and dirty. She had barely enough rags to cover herself properly.
"Name it," Sin said.
"I saw you sail in on that ship. Take me with you."
Sin looked at her. "Fine. Where's Andrew?"
The girl smiled and grabbed his hand. "This way, he's at the remains of the Black Mermaid."
They reached the charred remains in no time. The girl sat down and began to play with the charcoal. Sin saw Andrew sitting amongst the ruins, an old, burnt metal frame next to him.
"Captain Andrew?"
Andrew looked up. "Who are you?"
"I sail with Morgan, Morgan Sparrow."
"Aye, I remember her. Nice woman. Where is she?"
Sin took a deep breath. "She's been taken by the slave traders."
Andrew looked up in shock. He lurched to his feet.
"You're absolutely sure they took her?"
"Aye, they left their trademark…Dawg runs the Slave Trade…"
Andrew looked pale. "Why did you come to me?"
"Jack Sparrow said you would help us find her."
"Aye, that I will. Lead me to her ship." He looked at the girl. "Is she coming?"
"Aye, she is."
The girl stood up and the three of them headed back to the docks.
Twig stood in front of the small ragtag crew he had been able to assemble. They weren't much, but they were all loyal and would be willing to help.
He looked up as Sin, Andrew, and the girl walked up to him. He watched as Sin put a hand on the girl's shoulder and told her to join the line up. She did so.
"Well, this is them, Sin. They're not much, but they're loyal and they're all willing to sail." Twig said. Sin nodded and stepped up.
"Listen, all of you. You will be sailing as part of Commodore Jack Sparrow's fleet. His first captain is Morgan Sparrow Turner, of the ship you see behind him. Twig and I sail for her. Now you lot will sail for the third captain, Andrew." He gestured to Andrew.
Andrew looked surprised. "I didn't realize I'd be getting a commission as captain, Sin."
Sin nodded. "You will be captain of Morgan's ship until we get her, and the Morning Star back."
Twig walked up the line up. "Tell me your names, and make your mark on this parchment, then board the ship."
"Aye!"
"Name is Jones, sir, Tom Jones." Jones signed his name quickly and boarded the ship.
"Alastor Roxby."
"Silver, Tom."
"Jon Jones."
"Leigh Skool."
"Orion."
The girl was last in line. She stared at the quill. "I don't know how to write."
"Just make a mark on the parchment," Andrew said.
"Robyn," she said and shakily made an X on the paper. She climbed aboard.
"What about me?" Andrew asked.
"You're free to go with your new crew as soon as we get Morgan and get the ship back. You don't have to make an oath to Jack or Morgan."
"But I will," Andrew said. "Jack's helped me more times than I can count, and Morgan must mean a God awful lot to him if he is getting a bigger fleet ready."
So Andrew picked up the quill and signed his name with loopy letters. He, Sin and Twig climbed up, and set sail for the rendezvous point.
Rogers grabbed Morgan and cut the binds on her feet so she could walk. He dragged her out side and pushed her up a ladder. She came blinking into the sunlight.
She looked opened mouthed around her. At least 10 other ships sailed in close proximity to the one they were on. And the one she was on was bloody HUGE.
She wrinkled her nose. A horrible stench was rising from the ship itself.
"What is that smell?" she asked Rogers.
He smiled. "What smell? I don't smell a thing."
She heard the cabin door open and looked behind her. Dawg came up behind her and pressed his cheek to her hair.
"Beautiful isn't it?"
"The fleet or the smell?" Morgan retorted.
Dawg smiled into her hair and brought his hands up and wrapped them in it. He grabbed onto it and yanked backwards hard enough for Morgan to cry out.
"You'll learn to respect me yet, Morgan." He ran his tongue over her ear. "You'll learn to love me, even…" He dragged her by the hair back down to his cabin, where the rest of the silent crew waited.
He threw her onto his bunk. "Tie her onto it," he commanded.
"No…no Dawg!" Morgan whispered as the crew tied her arms to the posts and preceded to do the same with her legs. Dawg took off his overcoat and threw it over his chair.
"Strip her, and bring me a whip."
The crew preceded to carry out Dawg's orders. Soon, Morgan was naked and screaming in anger at Dawg.
He smiled and crawled on top of her. "Easy, Morgan…this won't hurt a bit…"
Morgan clamped her eyes shut and the last thing she thought about before her mind went blank was…
…Jack Sparrow…
AN: duh duh duh. Not quite ready to write a rape scene, so use your imagination (or don't) Just please keep reviewing!!! Thanks to all!!!