Well here's the next chapter. I'm afraid that it isn't the longest or the best and I'm also afraid that I kept you guys waiting! I'm sorry, life and the holidays get in the way.
Funnily enough, all you faithful reviewers asked for an Audrina and Jack scene next and I was like, "Hm, how is that going to ever work? She's on the Abbadon and Jack's on the Pearl." Then as I reread this chapter, I realized I did put an Audrina and Jack in here! O
Enjoy! And thank you so much for the reviews! You guys really are a little bit of amazing.
Tortugan Beginnings
A Thousand Deaths
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Audrina lay awake in the cage that kept her a prisoner. It was a little over a week that she was a captive on her father's ship. It was the early hours of the morning when the sun peaked over the horizon and painted the sky brilliant shades of orange and pink. The light was only just peaking through the window and finally stirred her from her weak slumber. With her weakened hand, she managed to wipe the crust forming at her eyes and scratched off some of the dry blood that had stuck to her skin. Audrina Hart was weary and damaged but she couldn't give up. Not yet, at least. Audrina only thought about who he was for the past week. She sat and she thought. It was enough to drive anyone absolutely crazy.
But she had not gone crazy, well not yet at least. There was only so much a person can handle and Audrina was reaching her breaking point. But she just couldn't give up. Angelina hadn't. The cage was cold as it usually was with the bitter steel sticking to her naked, revealed flesh. She was so hungry, the hunger rumbled from the deep pits of her stomach. She wondered how she might have appeared at the moment. The bruises and the fresh cuts with the dried blood stained onto her skin. Her skin was no longer the rich and radiant bronze shade it normally was. Now it was pale from the lack of sunlight with black bags of exhaustion dwelling underneath her dull turquoise eyes.
It seemed like an eternity. In fact, Audrina thought she had been a prisoner for weeks. But in reality, it had only been a mere eight or nine days. When being constantly raped by her own father and his twisted mates, it seemed like forever. Her father. Marcus Addison, the man she was convinced was a monster and a heathen was really her flesh and blood.
It frightened her severely. Her father was a rapist, a sadist. Audrina Hart was not a naïve nor innocent young girl and she did know her father was a pirate. But never would she believe her father to be nothing but a bloodthirsty barbarian with only sex and rape on his simple mind. That was too much for her to handle. It separated him from most pirates. He seemed like a demon, a devil. Pirates were only thieves and murderers. But Marcus Addison's wickedness went much, much further. And especially because she experienced it first hand.
Audrina didn't ever think that anyone could treat Antoinette Hart worse then Reginald Hart had but she was wrong. She was completely wrong. How did she ever get away from this devil? Did Marcus Addison haunt Antoinette until the night she was violently taken from God's green earth?
The last question that entered Audrina's mind until Marcus Addison entered the cabin was this, was she really like him? Was Audrina Hart really more like Addison then she ever would have believed? Did she like killing? Perhaps. She didn't exactly mind it and it didn't bother her to the least, she accepted it. Everyone killed and if she did not, she would be the murdered rather the one doing the act of murdering. Simple as that. But was it really daughter like father? Could she ever do the wicked things he had done? Perhaps.
But would she ever treat her own offspring, her own child the way Marcus Addison had treated her? No. No way in hell. Audrina Hart was many things, perhaps even a cold blooded murderer but she would never be a bad mother. And never would she frighten and horrify her own child. Not in the way Addison terrified her.
So when Marcus Addison swung that cabin door open and his six foot stature walked over the threshold, her blood ran cold. She literally shrank back from her father's intimidating gaze. It was cold and absolutely steely. It was unnerving and seemed to pierce the very edges of her soul. Her whole body shook with fear. And he saw it. His brilliant blue eyes saw the fear hiding behind that broken face. The very marrow in her ivory bones quivered and she seemed to whimper like a dog as he seemed to mock her with those cold, bitter eyes.
What was it that drove Marcus Addison absolutely crazy? It was definitely the fear that he brought to others. It was either fear or respect a man brings and he had chosen the road of fear. It was easier and it definitely made his profession a bit easier. Did he enjoy the fear he brought his own daughter? Absolutely. Marcus Addison grinned at her, showing the glint of gold that made her ache for Jack all over again. For a few moments, he only gazed at her.
He let his eyes ravage her revealed body but he was not pleased. The shadows danced on her body, covering up the delicious details her own father craved. Addison frowned deeply and with a little gold key from his pocket, he opened the cage. The cage door opened slowly and Audrina only blinked and did not move to crawl out of its confines. She only blankly looked back at him, her face did not change. Audrina tried to make herself void of anything. She needed to keep her turquoise eyes blank and her face unmoved but inside, she wanted to wound him and watch the bastard bleed. That would be a joy for her. Audrina felt such a hatred moving through her body but yet she showed none of it. She wanted him to scream.
She would get a kick out of that.
Marcus smirked at her and kicked the bars of the cage causing it to vibrate violently. She grimaced and shut her eyes. That pleased him. "Getcha pretty arse out of there!" He ordered.
Audrina obeyed and crawled out of the cage with ease. Soon she was on his feet and stared straight ahead towards the rising sun. She used to believe that the sun, the ocean and the Caribbean meant freedom. But now, she was beginning to believe that was only what naïve and innocent little rich girls that want to get away from dominant daddy believed. Not her. Not her anymore. How could she look at the miles of ocean and water and think of freedom when it only brought her bondage and heartache? Only now did she realize that the Caribbean was nothing more then a prison sentence and a long walk to the gallows that awaited her.
It only took her rapist father for her to realize that.
"Hungry, dolly?" He sneered at her and she only looked back at him. She said nothing. "Answer me when I talk to you!" He screamed at her.
Audrina turned to him. "I'm absolutely starving." She hissed with malice. The old Audrina still lied underneath the layers of scars somewhere and she would never forget her. And from time to time she came out to play.
Marcus grinned. That was something that separated Antoinette and Audrina. The razor sharp tongue whereas Antoinette was slightly more timid. He wasn't sure who he liked better. "That's magnificent. How do ye like ya stay aboard Daddy's ship, my dearest Audrina?"
Audrina narrowed her eyes on the beast of a man. She walked towards him and clenched her jaw. "Don't you dare call yourself my father!" She snarled with such malice that shook even Marcus. He was actually surprised at her boldness. Even she was surprised at her own courage.
"But I am, my darling rag doll, but I am. Who was it that raped that fucking Italian whore all those years ago? Oh yes, that was me. Who was it that gave the bitch a child? Yes, that was me. So, I believe that I do dare to call myself ye bleedin' father!" Addison spat back in her face before grabbing her wrists roughly and throwing her on the ground.
Audrina cried out from the pain that fired throughout her body. She didn't have enough strength to snarl back at him. She only whimpered on the floor like a dog. And he laughed at her like her master.
"Get up!" He ordered with such ferocity that Audrina felt fear surge through her body. And that fear locked all her joints and bones that she only laid there like a simpleton watching him with saucer eyes. "I don't feel a need to repeat myself!"
Audrina rose slowly and on shaking legs, rose to her full stature of five foot three. He looked down upon her. He made her feel insignificant. He made her feel worthless and no one, even in her long line of abuse and betrayals had anyone done that to her. But that was always because Lucas Hart was always by her side, crooning her into slumber when the wounds on her broken body made it too painful to sleep.
But he wasn't here now. It was only her and her father.
She lowered her eyes from his forceful stare and with a small voice she said, "There's another."
"Another?" He asked, slightly curious at what the hell she was talking about. "Look at me when you speak to me whore!"
"I have a brother." Audrina smiled. "A twin brother."
Marcus narrowed his blue eyes on her. "Tell me why I would care?"
She shrugged. "I thought you would want to know. You have two children."
"Just another gentleman of fortune on the high seas. More competition." He sneered. He took a quick look at her exposed wrist. "Tell me something, darling daughter, why are ye branded one of us?"
Audrina smirked. "I don't get along with many people, Father."
The anger was very apparent on his rage clouded eyes. He forcefully and brought her nude body towards him. His face was inches from her. "Yer to never address me as anything but master. Understand!?"
With the only ounce of courage she had left, she sneered back at him, "I'd rather die a thousand deaths."
"That can be arranged!" He bellowed.
Swiftly, he backhanded her and as she collapsed to the floor, he kicked her. He punched her as she lay on the ground unmoving. And yet again, she was slipping into sweet unconsciousness.
It was really sweet salvation for her. As he abused her while she was unconscious on the floor of the Abaddon, she dreamed. She dreamed of the only thing worth dreaming about.
She dreamed about the Black Pearl.
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Audrina was smiling. Her face was absolutely radiant and glowing with happiness. She could feel that salty spray on her face and the hot sun glowing down at her.
She was so happy, so radiant.
She looked down at her wrist; the P swell had vanished as if a ghost. It literally left her skin. She was free now. She was free from everything. She was free from her eventual fate at the gallows.
But she was still on the Pearl with everyone around her.
She wasn't alone anymore. She knows he is behind her. It's like she feels it. She can feel those mischievous eyes on her back and she can feel that smug smile tugging at his lips. She knows he is there. She knows it.
Audrina turns around slowly and smiles. And Jack smiles back.
He was there.
The smile that had graced Jack's face wasn't a smug smile either. His smile was of reassurance and kindness. A feeling that Audrina didn't quite recognize surged throughout her body.
Then they are alone. They are alone on the Black Pearl and he was simply smiling at her. Audrina yearned to speak to him and ask him to save her. She wanted him to be her savior. But somehow she knew this wasn't the real Jack. But how she wanted to pretend that he was.
Did the real Jack want to be her savior?
The dream Jack would be anything she wished him to be.
She walks towards him. He doesn't do anything but smile. She wants him to say something. But she's too scared to even speak.
He speaks first. "How are ya, darlin'?"
Typical Jack. She grins at him but then she frowns, the wrinkles distorting her face. She averts her eyes from his fast and a single tear slides down her cheek. "I'm not so good, Jack. I can't lie and say I am. I'm dying inside. My soul is being torn to shreds."
"That's unfortunate, luv." He simply says with the arrogant smile returning to his features.
Audrina simply stares at him. Why won't he understand? "You don't understand. You have to save me."
"Damsel in distress, eh luv?" He jokes and walks towards her. He pushes the black strands of hair from her turquoise eyes. He places his lips against her cheek softly. "I can save ya."
"I wish you could."
"But I can." He insists.
Audrina shakes her head in protest. "You can't save me. I only wish you could. No one can save me. Not even you, Jack. You aren't the Immortal Captain Jack Sparrow nor will you ever be."
Jack frowns. "Yer underestimating me again, 'Rina. It isn't the most clever thing ta do. I am Captain Jack Sparrow. I can do anythin', luv!" He says with that usual arrogance.
Audrina smiles at him. "I'm waiting for you."
"And I'm only waitin' for the opportune moment, darlin'." He croons and caresses her soft cheek. Gently, he kisses her.
"I'm waiting for that moment, too. He's my father, you know." She smiles.
Jack smiles and kisses her again. "That's unfortunate." He seems to be thinking, his eyes averted somewhere else and his eyebrows rise thoughtfully. "Lemme tell ya a story starrin' the Immortal Captain Jack."
"Oh?" She responds with a small laugh and an insatiable curiosity.
"Well, then they made me their chief." He starts.
Audrina wrinkles her brow in confusion. "This sounds like an ending rather then a beginning, Jack."
"The best stories always end in the beginning and begin in the end."
And she accepted this and he proceeds with the story as she slips into sweet oblivion.
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