Warning: Dark, dark chapter. There's... mention of rape?

Disclaimer: Don't own anything from POTC. I own Katherine White.

Chapter seven. Left behind late February, 1697

Kate stretched and walked out of Jack's cabin. She sat on the railing and wondered why she was still doing this. She understood fully and was fully aware that he was using her. She knew he didn't love her for who she was, he only used her for his own needs. And she was only a wench in his otherwise dull life.

She sighed. "Hello ,love." Jack said as he slipped an arm around her waist. She turned her head a little. "Mm." She answered.

"We need a key, love. You can find it by pleasing this man." He told her. She whipped around to face him. "What?" She demanded. Jack frowned. "I said..." He started but she cut him off. "You know what? Okay. Fine. I'll do it. Meanwhile, do you want anything else from me? I don't know, maybe my hair? Cut it off and sell it. I mean, you've already got most of me already. My body, you could just sell it. My heart, you could just break it. I mean, nobody would care. I wouldn't." She finished her rant. Jack opened her mouth to say something.

She held her hand up to stop him. "You know what? Don't say anything." She said as she went into his cabin and changed into a dress. She wiped off the tears that were threatening to overfill her eyes. Jack Bloody Sparrow. Trust him to turn her into a whore. Trust him.

She stalked out of the cabin and off the ship. She knew what to do. Seduce this man, steal his key and run. This was neverending. She does whatever he tells her to. She has to. She found the man she was supposed to look for, and she started to flirt with him. She felt an uncomfortable feeling as he slipped his arm around her waist and led her to a room.

She pushed off his jacket while slipping her hands into the pocket to steal the key. As she finished the kiss, she pulled away and whispered in his ear, "Sorry." She leaned back and hit the back of his neck, and he fell down, blacking out immediately. She gently felt her hand. Knocking people out was painful. For them, and yourself.

She stepped out of the room and walked back on the ship calmly. It would make her even more suspiscious if she ran. She wasn't that stupid. Only stupid enough to give herself over to Jack Sparrow. She slapped the key at his chest and he took it. "Thanks love..." He said as he looked after her. He pulled on her arm. "Kate, love. I'm sorry. Let me... make it up to ye?" He asked. She looked at him, knowing what he had up his sleeve. She shook her head. "No. I can't. I can't do this anymore." She said frustratedly.

"What's wrong, Katherine White?" He sounded angry now, as if he had gotten used to her doing what he asked, he wasn't used to her refusing him. She turned around at the use of her full name. "Me. I'm all wrong. You're wrong. Everything's wrong." She answered as she leaned over the railing, taking in sharp breaths.

He didn't follow her, he turned on his heels and walked away. She hear his footsteps die away and decided that he really truly did not like her. She stepped off the ship to the streets of Tortuga. She did not like this place, but she had nowhere else to go. She couldn't go back to Jack, she didn't want to see him. She didn't want anything to do with him. Not just yet.

She tried to calm down, but she just couldn't. After what he'd done to her. She wasn't herself anymore. What happened to the strong girl who never cried? What happened to the one who never had any feelings? What had Jack Sparrow done to that girl?

And when she finally convinced herself to go back on the ship, she overheard Jack talking to Anamaria. "So you're just going to leave her all alone in Tortuga?" Anamaria asked. Kate heard this, and quickly hid behind a tree to prevent herself from being spotted. Jack rolled his eyes impatiently. "She's pulling us behind, Anamaria. Besides, Gibbs doesn't like having female precense around." He retorted to Anamaria, starting to untie the ship. "She loves you, Sparrow! She's in love with you, can't you see that?" She exclaimed. Jack shot her a cheeky grin. "Yes, I've known that. A lot of women fall for ol' Jack."

"She did everything for you, and in return you leave her." Anamaria stated. Jack nodded. "Well, it was her choice to leave." He answered simply. It was too much for the girl who was hiding, trying to stay hidden. She couldn't remember when she fainted, she couldn't say where. She knew it wasn't where she should be.

Still on the street, she woke up. With everything valuable stolen from her, she was all alone. The Black Pearl was no longer docked and she no longer had anyone by her side anymore. She couldn't just bear to think of what job she'd have to do if she wanted to keep alive. Certainly not prostitution. She thought. She had had enough of that with Jack.

Sometimes, she would steal. And sometimes, she would simply sing. This night, she was singing for the men in the bar. It was dark, she couldn't see who she was singing for.

There was one particular face in the crowd. He was listening intently to the familar voice of the girl he once was aqquaintanced with. As she finished and walked back to the table she was at, he went to the bar keeper and striked a deal with him. The keeper smiled and shook hands with him. "No problem." He had said.

Kate was drinking a glass of rum very slowly. She didn't like alchohol, but she had no other choice. The keeper made his way to her, pushing through the crowd. "Someone requests to see you." He told her harshly. He did not like her well, she did not sleep with him. "I'm sorry. I sell my voice, not my body. I do not-" He cut her off. "Well, he is paying well and you will not deny him. You live off my room and food, girl, you will do what I say." He leaned dangerously close to her. It would not be wise to argue further. She grinded her teeth together and followed him to a room.

As she raised her hand to knock, a blindfold was put over her eyes. She stifled a scream by slapping her hand over her mouth. "What was that for?" She asked. "He requests." He answered. "I will not do this. I am not a prosti-" She stopped as a cool sharp edge pressed against her neck. "Don't test, girl. Don't make me use violence." He hissed. She swallowed her pride and knocked. "Commin." She heard. She pushed the door open.

"Excuse me sir, how may I, be of your service?" She asked politely. She heard movement, and a warm hand led her to sit on a bed. "I just noticed your voice earlier. I also could not fail to observe your undeniable beauty." The voice answered. It was strangely familiar, but was spoken so that she could not recognize it.

"I am sorry, sir. I do not sell my body, only my voice." She replied the usual answer. It did not stop this man. "It's a pity to hear. But what choice do you have?" He asked. "I have the advantage of seeing, which you do not." His tone was playful and cocky. She opened her mouth, but it was covered. "Now, love. Tell me, what is your name?"

He uncovered her mouth. "Helen, sir." An amused smile crossed his face, but of course, she could not see it. And I'm Jack Sparrow. He thought. But you don't have to know that. Jack kissed her and laid her back on the bed. She started to push him away but he caught her resisting hands and pulled them above her head, he then proceeded to rip of a piece fabric off her dress and secured her hands there.

She struggled against her bonds with no avail. "What, pray, do you want from me? Do you just wish to take me forcefully?" She asked, voice shaking. Jack laughed. "Love, I have a feeling it will not be forceful." He said as he leaned to kiss her again. He pulled open her dress and bodice. He then pulled away to discard his own clothes.

Her eyes closed and she felt the complete stranger push himself into her. Her hands clenched into fists tightly above her head and she bit her lip furiously to keep herself from screaming out from the pain. "Don't resist... love." He panted as he worked himself into her again and again. A cry broke through her lips and he slackened his pace. "I'm sorry, love. Am I hurting you?" He asked gently. She nodded slowly, slightly, tears starting to soak through the thin piece of cloth over her eyes. He kissed away the tears that dropped down her cheek. "Don't cry." He said again. How am I supposed to do that? When you're raping me? She thought.

"I'll... try..." She sobbed, trying hard not to cry hysterically. He finished a little longer than it usually took, and he freed her hands, but kept the blindfold on. He put on his own clothes and started away. "Sir?" She asked in a small voice. He turned around, smiling. "Aye?" He asked. She played with her hands. "I wish... I only... You know... pay...?" She finally asked. He laughed. "Money, you say?" He asked. Shame crashed over her and she flushed. She nodded faintly. There was a sound of money being dropped and the door slammed close.

At first, she only sobbed softly. A few minutes later it had turned into hysterical crying and she was shaking madly, she pulled off her blindfold and buried her head into her hands. Incredible shame crossed over her and she shakily reached for her torn dress. She put it on and tried to take a step. Seeing she did not fall, she walked across the room and out the door. The keeper was waiting outside. He smirked at her tear-stained face. "The money's in the room." She whispered. She attempted to walk past him, and he stopped her. "I want that back." He said. She passed the wet blindfold to him and he took it. She ran past everything, bumping into almost everything too.

She stopped at the table. She did it. She did the lowest thing everything could do. She had sex with a complete stranger. Jack, where are you? Would you get mad at me? And then she realized he was already mad at him. This was wrong. This was so wrong.

I almost cried while writing this and reading it again. I swear.