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The women were led to a closed door which was opened upon their arrival.

"Aright, get inside."

They filed in and the room was empty save for one man; the captain. "Welcome to hell ladies."

The men were brought down below where many benches sat by huge oars.

"Time to row the boat gents so the crew can get a rest."

Everyone sat down; Jack and Will next to each other. They grabbed hold of the thing and everyone began to row. Jack couldn't help himself, he started to hum. Will stared at him. He knew that song. He started to hum as well. Then they began to sing.

"Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream."

They started to sing round-about before a whip came from nowhere and silenced them. Jack looked disappointed and they rowed in silence once more.

Elizabeth and the girls were forced to clean the entire ship from stem to stern.

"And if there is even so much as a spot left not cleaned I am going to be breaking out the whip lasses."

A few of the girls whimpered and scrubbed even harder. Elizabeth looked over to Mary and sighed before going at it. Suddenly, she heard something waft up to where they were. It was singing. One voice was rough and slightly off tune while the other was perfect. That was her Will; never without a song in his heart. There were so many things she loved about him but that was one of her favorites. He never liked to sing in public but whenever it was just the two of them he would serenade her and that made her practically melt. Then there were also those times when they'd sing together. Elizabeth really didn't think much for her voice but Will encouraged her. Really though, who doesn't love a man who can sing.

"Elizabeth."

She looked up to see Mary worried and the Captain leering.

"Oh dear."

They heard the whip crashing from where they sat. Will rubbed his neck as if he felt it himself and that caused the whip to crack by them again.

"Back to work!"

Will looked at Jack who didn't say anything but shrugged. And they rowed and rowed.

"Jack?" he whispered.

"Aye?"

"Did you figure out that plan yet?"

"Almost. Just got to fine-tune it a bit savvy."

Will was about to respond when he was grabbed.

"I think this one needs to remember what his place is on the ship."

He pushed Will by the shoulder and out up above. The crew, who was sitting around or talking, looked up to see what exactly was going on.

"We've got a disrespectful bugger. And you all know what we do to them right."

Will began to get nervous as the crew began to smile. Two of them led him to the mast and held his arms in place. He tried his hardest to fight them but it was no use. With the first crack of the whip, his shirt was removed. The repeated blows seemed to go on forever. Will tried his hardest not to cry out and bit his lip while clenching his eyes shut. When will it end?

"That's enough."

Will gave a shaky, albeit silent, sigh of relief. They released his hands and he fell to the deck unconscious.

The women were brought back first and Elizabeth was still rubbing her wrist. She sat down next to Bootstrap and he motioned that he wanted to look at it. It wasn't that bad; just a little swollen.

"Just try not to move it and you'll be fine," he said to her.

"Easy to say that now. Tomorrow we'll probably have another set of chores."

Mary came over looking a bit upset.

"What's wrong?" Bill asked.

"I heard tell of a captive that was whipped a few hours ago."

"Oh dear," Elizabeth said with a sigh.

"Do you know who?" Bill asked. He'd heard of such punishment before but never had he seen one personally.

"It was a lad of about your age miss," she said looking to Elizabeth.

"A boy...Will!"

She ran to the side of the cage and held on shouting his name. Some of the crew descended and looked from cage to cage smirking. They went to her cage and opened the door. Everyone crawled away from her except for Bill, who was glaring at them, and Mary, who was just too frightened. One of them grabbed her by her bad wrist and yanked her away.

"No, Elizabeth."

From their end, they heard Bill cry out her name. Emma went over to the side to try and see what was happening but it was just too dark.

"What happened?" she asked as Will moaned.

"Help me with the lad Emma," Jack said. They carefully rolled him onto his side so he wouldn't have any more pain.

"I think my back's on fire," he said in a low voice.

"You'll be alright by morning," Jack said trying to look at the wounds again.

Will suddenly began to shiver so Jack took off his jacket and wrapped it around him.

"He needs proper care Jack," Anna said.

"I know, but this is the best we can do right now. The sooner we can get out, the better."

Sorry about torturing Will (again). I have been trying to load this since Thursday. Why make Will a good singer you ask, because I think it's something he'd probably do. Don't ask me why. Anyway, I hope you review this time. Later