Alright, in case anyone likes this story, and wants to read another story with Briar in it. . . Read: Pirates of the Caribbean and the Fountain of Youth

It is NOT by ME!

It is By ZutaraHope, And is the Bomb! Briar isn't the main Character, but she IS in it. You will love it! I promise.

Anyway, on with the chapter!

I wiped my brow with my damp sleeve, knowing it was pointless. The old sweat would just be replaced anew. My white shirt clung to my back and stomach, the puffed sleeves suffocating my arms. The air was heavy and thick, making every breath I took taunt my lungs for more. My bandanna was smothering my head, but I didn't take it off, knowing that the hot sun would burn my tender scalp. My blond curls were plastered to my cheeks.

This is the picture of Harrison's torture.

The rope that I was to be re weaving where it was frayed, hung loosely over the edge of the deck. I grabbed on to it and began twisting the loose fibers. A fresh wave of exhaustion swept over me, making me dizzy and threatening to cause me too pass out.

I had been working under His Majesty Harrison for a week now. Every day was the same. Get up, get dressed, eat meager food that resembled doggie yak, start working, work all day, eat more yak, go to bed.

To day was by far the hottest and muggiest yet. I stopped weaving and let the rope drop. I leaned against the rail for support. I took a deep breath, allowing my self to relax for less than a second.

Suddenly there was a sharp pain in the middle of my back.

"Sparrow!" I heard Harrison's voice from behind me. I turned around, too exhausted to be angry.

He was holding the rope that I was darning a moment before. I suppose that's what the pain had been.

" I am responsible for you. I was put in charge of your progress on this vessel. You were so eager to do men's work on your fist day." he gave me a smug grin, "What happened to that attitude?"

I said nothing, just snatched the rope from his hands, and worked to keep consciousness. I would show him.

XxX

The hammock in the bottom of the ship had never looked so inviting. When I had first been on the ship, I had had quarters of my own. They were nothing special, A bed, night-stand, chest-of-drawers. . . But after the Dictator Harrison took over my pathetic life, I had been degraded to a crews sleeping position. Obviously, Harrison thought that if I was to work as the crew, I would sleep as them too. I collapsed in to the net bed. My eyes closing immediately. I was just drifting to sleep, trying to savor what sleep I was given, when all of a sudden my world flipped and I found myself sprawled on the floor, a sharp pain in my knees, neck, and elbows. I struggled to free myself from the single blanket I had been awarded, planning to kill the person who had stolen my single scrap of peace in the whole bloody day.

I finally tossed the threadbare cloth aside and looked in front of me. Less than an inch from my nose, was a pair of leather boots. My eyes traveled up the boots, past the brown trousers, up the half buttoned shirt, past the bare tanned chest, and in to the face of none other, than. . . Harrison.

I glared at him best I could through my tired eyes.

"What, the bloody Hell do you want with me at this hour!" I yelled at him. He looked surprised, I may not have been one for morals, but I never used coarse talk.

I stood, wobbly from over-exhaustion, and lack of sleep and food. Harrison looked me over, and I was suddenly aware that I was very exposed. I was wearing one of Jacks old shirts that fell about two inches above my knees, The sleeves were too long and covered my fingers. I had tied a piece of twine around the waist so that the tail of the shirt wouldn't come up during the night. Even so, I had never been so bare in front of any man in my whole life. I felt so…so… Exposed! I felt like my mother! I must have been blushing, because even in the dim light, I could see Harrison smiling, or maybe he was smiling because I was exposed. Either way, the smile left when I gave him a guttural snarl. His handsome features returned to their previous stern expression.

"Miss Sparrow," he began, pacing around me.

probably to get a better look at my bare legs! I thought, crossing my arms.

"What was the last thing I commanded you to do?" he asked, putting emphasis on commanded, as if it would make him seem more worthy of my praise.

I groaned, Had he pulled me out of my hammock just to play a stupid memory game!?

"To scrub the stock room floor, your majesty." I spat the last words.

He took no notice and continued.

"And did you do it?" he continued pacing.

"This is ridiculous!" I cried, Yes I did it!"

Harrison gave a little smile.

"Your work was not to my standards, thus, you will have to re-do it."

My jaw dropped. After working me like a dog all day, he was going to torment me when I was to be sleeping too?

I raised my arm to punch him again, but he simply grabbed my wrist, and gave a smile.

"Harsh actions will be punished."

I yanked my arm away, and glared at him.

He was un-fazed. I bent down to retrieve a pair of trousers from the gunny-sack hanging from my bed.

Harrison stopped me, grabbing my shoulder.

"You will do the work in the clothes you currently are wearing." he said, a solemn facial expression.

I gaped open mouthed at him. So he was going to exhaust me almost to the point of passing out, then exhaust me some more, and get a show of it!?

I was going to protest, but he just pointed down the hall to the stock room. I growled at him before turning and stomping down the hall, kicking every barrel and crate on my way by, only hurting my feet. Once in the store room, I grabbed a bucket and filled with water from a barrel in the corner, before getting on my hands and knees and beginning to scrub with an old brush. The coarse wood scraped and burned my bare knees, but I didn't complain, knowing that Harrison (who was leaning on the door frame) would only get satisfaction.

For about two hours, I worked, scrubbing every square inch to perfection. . . Well as close to perfection that the Black Pearl can get. Finally I stood, shaking from exhaustion. My knees were bleeding profusely, droplets of blood dripping on to my feet and the clean floor.

I looked at Harrison, knowing my knees were about to buckle if I didn't get to sleep.

Harrison's crystal blue eyes dropped to the floor, widening with something that was compassion when he saw my bloody knees, but then furrowing when he saw the blood on the floor.

He uttered only one cruel word.

"Again."

All the anger that had been boiling in my body for the past week came exploding out in one moment. For the time being, my fatigue was forgotten.

"What the Hell do I have to do to get you off my back!" I screamed, stepping closer. "I do everything you ask! But nothing is good enough! What Have I done to make me hate you! What?! Are you holding a grudge just because I made you look like a fool in front of your little pirate friends?!" I was screaming enough to wake the ship, which I was doing. I could hear men getting up and groaning about the noise.

Harrison took a step toward me.

"Stand down sailor! I am in command!"

This did nothing to calm my temper.

"I DON'T CARE IF YOU ARE EMPEROR OF THE FREE WORLD! I WILL NOT BE CONTROLED BY SOME. . SOME. . . SEXIST, DICTATING, PIRATE WANNABE!" I was going full force, jabbing Harrison in the chest with my finger.

"Shut-up!" yelled Harrison, making an attempt to calm me. "You are going to wake the entire ship!"

I ignored him, continuing to rant and rave.

"That's what you really want, isn't it!? You want to be 'accepted' by your pirate henchmen!" I screamed.

"What does it take to shut you up!" He cried making one last try to get me to be quiet.

Before I could respond, Harrison had grabbed my upper arms and pulled me to him. Pressing his lips on mine in a single movement.

I had never gotten kissed in my life. Well not a romantic kiss. Lindsey had given me kisses, and Edward when he was younger. But never nothing like this. I felt something in my stomach. It felt as if my insides had done a back flip. It was scary. But The most scary part was, It wasn't un-enjoyable, I didn't pull away.

Finally I came to my senses and ripped myself out of his trance. I was breathing heavily and Harrison was looking surprised, as if the kiss had been something he hadn't expected.

Now I was afraid more than ever. I ran past Harrison and in to the hall. Past the confused pirates who had been wondering what the commotion was and in to the brig. I allowed myself to crumble in to a heap on the floor. I sat, my knees pulled to my chest in the space between to crates.

I was terrified. Terrified of love, of intimacy. The only Man Woman relationship I had ever seen was one night stands between my mother and some stranger. I guess I had always associated love with betrayal, with loss, with abandonment. I had never been part of a relationship, and the thought scared me.

I tried to calm myself, telling myself that it was only a kiss. But I had felt Something and I think Harrison did too.

All the days events had built up leaving my physically and emotionally distraught. I curled up in a ball, and for the first time in years. . . I let myself cry.

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