As promised here's the second chater. enjoy. This chapter is similar to a scene in the new movie.

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own POTC Just the plotline of this story and the new charecters.


Chapter 14

"You're watch is with her, it's the dogwatch." Jones shouted. David just nodded. Then took her to the hammock closest to the wall; he laid her down carefully and began searching his around in random boxes labeled 'healing' for anything that could revive her and take car of her nettle burns. Finally he found some herbs he recognized. Within thirty minutes her burns were gone and she was stirring. David returned the remaining herbs and waited anxiously for her to wake up. Finally she did and she sat up looking around.

"So we made it aboard. Are you hurt David?" Rhia asked a few minutes later after her memory returned.

"I'm fine; you've been out for probably about an hour. Are you ok?"

"I feel fine. Just need to stand up and stretch. When's our watch?" Rhia asked as she stood up and stretched.

"We've got the dogwatch."

"Darn, that's the worst time. I'm going to be exhausted. Oh well, we're not going to be here for tot long." Rhia said. Suddenly a voice above deck shouted

"STORM AHEAD ALL HANDS ON DECK!"

"Come on or we'll be in for." Rhia said and they ran up on deck, Rhia was first and nearly slipped and fell, David caught her."

"Sparrow tie down the top sail!" Davy Jones shouted from the helm.

Rhia ran the ratlines and scaled them quickly. Once on the mast she gripped the rigging with her toes and held her arms out to maintain balance. Icy wind and water whipped at her hair and face. It tore at her clothing and threatened to knock her off into the frigid waters below. She saw the outline of someone else on the other side, attempting to tie down the mast. She began working on her side. She had just got one knot tied when a particularly strong gust of wind whipped at her knocking her backwards off the mast. Pirate instinct kicked in and her dagger plunged into the mast to give her a grip and slow her fall, educing impact. She touched deck just as they reached the eye of the storm. A strong arm lashed out at her and sent her flying into the deck. Then another two men flung her against the rigging tearing her outer canvas tunic. Then without warning she felt the pain of the cat-o'- nine tails lash across her back tearing into flesh and taking some with it. Her whole body lurched but she bit back the cry of pain. It lashed again and again. Thrice more it lashed out, making a total of six, with more to come.

"This'll teach you to cut the mast you ungrateful wench!" The whip master shouted.

David started to run forward but a hand caught him in the chest. It was a woman, with coral just starting to grow from her hair. She was recently shanghaied into Jones's service. But she apparently knew what she was doing because she came up behind the whip master and grabbed his hand before he lashed out a seventh time.

"Enough, six times is more than what was earned. And you know it." The girl snapped, twisting his arms backwards. Another man came up and dragged the woman back.

"Don't you lay a hand on me again! Or you'll receive twice as much as her! I'll stop when I'm told to stop, by the captain! Not some street trash!" the man shouted then lashed out three more times. Rhia's shirt was ripped and her back was a bloody mess.

"You learn you lesson wench?" The whip master asked. Rhia said nothing but turned around. She was beyond tired of this, letting him walk all over her. She glared back at him.

"Wipe that look off yer face; I don't like it." He ordered. Rhia just glared it him more. If looks could kill he'd be dead for sure. There was a resounding crack as he lashed the whip across her face twice in less than a minute. She staggered backwards with the force of his blow and a bleeding 'x' appeared on her face.

"Enough! She's learned her lesson, and if not you can re-teach her later." Joes shouted.

"All hands brace. We're about to hit the second leg of the storm." Jones shouted.

Rhia glared at the whip master and walked off as the crew made ready for the second part of the storm. A thin line of canvas kept her shirt from falling off and her tattered sleeves dangled off her shoulders. She stood at the front of the ship, bracing herself for the storm. Then it hit in all its fury, the crew rushed around tying broken lines and repairing anything that was needed. The icy cold saltwater soaked her to the bone, sending fresh stabs of pain to her wounds as the salt hit them and seeped into her blood. Her wounds swelled twice their original size. Finally the ship broke the storm and the bells rang signaling the end of dogwatch.