"Sit still and we'll have no reason to hurt you." The man tied Kris's wrists tightly to the chair and moved to her feet. He began tying her left ankle when she kicked out, hitting him square in the jaw. He fell back, holding his mouth, a bit in surprise, a bit in humor. He started to laugh and once again went back to her. She tried the same thing, this time bringing her leg from the side. He caught it and forced her leg to the chair. He tied it and pulled the knot sharply. Kris hissed in pain. The man stood and surveyed his handiwork. Kris glared up at him.
"Bastard," She said straight to his face. She was beyond scared now. The anger had just begun to settle in.
The man smiled then walked over to her and backhanded her across the face. Kris's head snapped to the side and tears sprang to her eyes. Okay, wasn't expecting that, she thought.
"You're going to be a handful, aren't you?" She said nothing, so he continued. "Where's Mr. Sparrow?"
"Captain. Captain Sparrow."
"Captain Sparrow. Where is he? You screamed his name, so he was somewhere in the area. We searched the whole thing, but Mist-Captain Sparrow, refused to be found. You must know where he was going."
"No, I don't. How he escaped you, I guess you'll never know. I'm not from here, I don't know who you are, I've never heard of Jack Sparrow until a few days ago. What you're doing to me is totally pointless, since I know nothing of what you speak."
"You know Jack." The man walked closer to Kris. He rested a hand on her chair and leaned in. Kris tried to lean away, but had nowhere to go.
Then, "Commodore Norrington. Urgent message from Lord Beckett," the newcomer announced. Norrington straightened and snatched the message from the boy's hands. He scanned the paper quickly and looked up.
"Now?"
"Y-Yes sir." The boy looked at Kris and then reverted back to Norrington. "Lord Beckett said to bring the girl too. She would be useful, eventually were his exact words sir."
"Fine. You're dismissed." The boy left and Norrington started to untie Kris. As soon as her hands and feet were both free, she took a swipe at him with her nails and then tried to run. Her hand hit his face, and he staggered back in pain, yelling loudly. She ran as fast as she could, but he turned and grabbed her by the ankle. Kris tripped and fell hard to the floor. Norrington stood and hauled Kris up as well. She couldn't make eye contact with him for two reasons. One, he slapped her, again and two, her nails had scratched him right underneath his left eye, and it was bleeding steadily. He touched his cheek tenderly and looked at the blood. Grabbing her arm firmly, he dragged her to the door.
"We anchored?"
"So she speaks," Norrington hissed, "Several hours ago. Now move. Another attempt at escaping, and you'll be spending the night in jail, with the men. They haven't had a woman in weeks."
Kris swallowed the lump in her throat as they made their way down the dock.
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"What do you mean were not going to look for her?" Becca screamed at Barbossa.
"You heard me. We have found Jack, what we set out to do. There is no need to go after the girl."
"She's my friend. She's the only reason I'm here! We must go back! Can't you just turn the ship around? Please?"
Barbossa stared ahead, "I'm disinclined to acquiesce to your request. Means "no"."
A sound of a sword being drawn followed his comment. He turned and the blade touched his neck. Jack stared, eyes full of emotion, at his previous first mate. "We will retrieve your friend, Miss Hopkins. Without any hesitations."
Barbossa stilled, "Aye, we will search for her. But any lives that are lost in the process are on your heads."
"Like you care," Becca snarled. She turned with Jack and they walked to the main deck. Jack leaned on the railing and gazed out to sea. "She does that to people, you know."
"Does what?" Jack asked, intrigued.
"Gets you to love her or make her feel like part of the family. The latter for me, but it seems to me that she caught your heart. Am I wrong?"
"Since the crew is around, aye, you are. When they leave and are out of our earshot, no you are not." Jack felt a weight on his foot and looked down to see Captain sitting there. He picked the puppy up and sat him on the banister, holding him carefully. "She made me name him. The dog. I hated the little ball of fur, annoying, whimpering, now I can't help but shield the mongrel from all kinds of hurt. His name is Captain."
"Let me guess. She stopped calling you Captain Sparrow, didn't she? Just Jack after a day or two, right?" Jack nodded, "Another thing she does. See with me, everyone only calls me by my first name, but she adds Miss to it. So instead of Becca, I'm Miss Becca. She chops names, makes them up. It's her thing. As are animals. The dog followed her like her shadow didn't he?"
"How do you know so much about her?"
"Four years in the same TAC, er homeroom, school? Contact years after. She grows on you."
"No need to tell me that bit, luv. A day with her and she changed my view on all women, or most at least." He ran a hand down Captain's back and sighed, "You will not repeat this to anyone, savvy?"
"Yes sir," Becca said jokingly. She smiled as they continued looking out to the sea. This time though, she could see the harbor. It was going to be a hell of an adventure.
