This chapter has no dedication. It's been one of the most awkward chapters in the history of the planet. I didn't enjoy making it much, but it has to be done. I suppose I quite like how it turned out. Hope you enjoy it! It took me AGES to write!

Ta. WARNING, EXTREME

But only for this chap, I'm going to cut it out for the rest hopefully. :) Until I HAVE to use it again.

Chapter 3

Devils, Black Sheep And Really Bad Eggs.

I didn't wake for another six hours. I dropped in and out of consciousness, but every time I woke I imagined the mangled bodies of my family and the painful shock made me fall back into an uneasy sleep. My dreams were littered always with the invading pirates and my loved one's murders. I thought my life was over, now I had no family I would never cope in the world. I wanted to wake and it all have been a bad dream, but this was real. And I knew it.

When I finally did awake, a different shock took my mind off the pain. A man was perched in silence on the edge of my hard wooden bed, watching me intently. As I sat up quickly, I realized this room which I had been placed in was a tiny sleeping quarter of someone quite rough. It was definitely on a ship as the room rocked with the swaying tide. The desk in the far corner of the room opposite me was littered with books and papers, and was the only thing, other than the bed, that occupied the room. A candle stood amongst the papers, its tiny flame flickering to and fro slowly and shedding a warm red light over the old wooden walls and the fine golden ink on the parchment around it. Several oil paintings of old pirate ships hung on the walls, alongside a single, apparently stolen tapestry depicting a pirate hanging. This quite confused me, surely these pirates didn't want to think of something like this.

I turned my attention on the man at my feet. He looked back at me, giving me an equally attentive gaze. He suddenly smiled and stood. "M'lday". He growled, smirking. "Sleep well?" A chuckle from outside. The crew were listening in. I guessed this man was the pirate captain, simply because he was there with me while the rest were outside. He didn't even give the door a glance, he just shuffled closer to me.

In the light, I picked out some of his features clearer. He had a greasy, wide, tanned face the colour of rich fine coffee. He had thin brown slits for eyes, which made him look oriental. He wore mere rags of a once finely made clothing, a frilled yellowing white shirt and a set of brown breeches which were tucked in under a pair of tattered brown boots. His hat and gun, a brown leather tricorn and a small pistol lay near me on the bed. I was about to grab the gun and point it at him, when I realized even if I could get it in time, I had no idea how to use it. He saw my hand twitch in the direction of his things, and he knocked them quickly off the bed. My one escape was instantly ruined. I looked up at him and glared.

"What is it that you want with me?" I asked snappily. He smirked and shuffled ever closer. I backed up towards the headboard and pulled one of the sheets up to my neck in defense. "I obviously have no real pirating skills, I don't have a clue about boats and I am no genius, so there is no good use for me on this ship."

The crew outside all roared with laughter. I frowned, still I didn't seem to properly understand. I was a young girl, stuck aboard a pirate ship with no good use. That's all I thought, I had no reason to be kept there and no part to play. I was so naive. Of course I would play a part. Looking back, I should have realized from the start what they wanted me for. I knew THAT line of the song so well. 'We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot.' Its so clear now. He looked me up and down and then suddenly lunged forwards, so we were so close that our foreheads touched. I whimpered softly into the trails of his long, wavy greasy black hair which flittered and trailed idly across my face. I was afraid and quite uncertain. What's happening? Why is he so close? Those were my thoughts before he began to mutter things in my ear that I still hear to this day. Back then it confused me so badly.

"You're a fine young filly." He whispered softly yet harshly in my ear as he stroked my hair gently. "And you don't know it. What a waste of a good strong lass like you. I know you're a lady, but here you'll be getting no cream tea and scones. Oh no. Rum?"

I looked at his outstretched hand which bore the bottle of thin red liquid. I frowned. To make myself look more like I was in the know, I took it from him, uncorked it and took a long swig. As soon as the strong alcohol hit the back of my throat I shuddered violently all over my body and shook my head vigorously as if trying to shake off the disgusting taste. He watched me with a wide beaming toothless smile on his face, as if this were some evil, sick joke of his. I thrust the bottle back at him, and he took a long swig too. It seemed to instantly hit his head, and he almost seemed glad of the effects.

"That stuff is horrible." I muttered, my large blue eyes screwed up tightly and my face a picture of complete disgust. As my eyes were closed, I didn't see or somehow feel him shuffling even closer, he was now so close that he practically sat on my hips, and I didn't see his right hand slowly reaching for the waistline of his breeches. I also didn't at first feel the sheets covering me being tugged from my hands. When I opened my eyes, he was half naked and smiling at me intently.

"Come on princess." He growled mirthlessly at me as he drew himself up roughly on top of me. He dragged off his boots and tight brown trousers and dropped them off the side of the bed. They made a light clunking sound as they hit the hard wooden floor. Despite my continuous struggling, he finally pulled off what little was left of the comfort offered by my covers and hitched up the skirt of my dress. I was so dazed and confused by his actions, that I forgot to fight back. I hadn't a clue what he was doing down there, why he was down there or why it was that particular area he went for.

"Lets party." He whispered softly... And the rest... Is history.

I don't wish to recall that evening's events. I suppose in some ways it is best left to the imagination. I had absolutely no idea in the world how painful it would be, and how much I would cry the next day. I couldn't believe how violent it had been. My father used to call it 'The Act Of Love', but I had never expected love to be like that. Perhaps we hadn't done it right. I couldn't have realized back then that he didn't really love me. I had no idea how cruel the world could be. After all, I was just a girl aboard a pirate ship. Right?

I crept out on deck the morning after, my head a fizz. My 'lover' had left my room early in the morning when I had been coaxed off to sleep, so I went off to find him and ask him about what had happened. I wanted it all explaining properly. When I saw them, the crew looked at me with... pity? I wandered out of the small room, my nightgown a torn mess, slightly tinged with blood and my used body, discarded like a used sheet of parchment shuddering in the breeze. My long blonde locks had been left a raggedy mess, and I looked nothing on how I did before. The proud, sophisticated and stuck up Lady inside me was being told to hush. Through my ever growing and boiling sorrows a new, strange character was rising up inside me, one I was unaccustomed to. She had hate, she had no morale, she was a real sassy minx when she wanted to be, and more than all of this, she was obviously a killer not to be messed with...

She was a pirate.

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Note: This was posted at 11:20pm, and a lot of it was wrote rather late. Oh, ps, thanks to my reviewers. I love you all. ;

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