Hey, sorry it's taking me a while. Exams are coming up. Here's Chapter Three, with the brand new discovery! By the way, most of the dialogue is somewhat based from the movie. I don't own anything from Pirates of the Carribean.

I tugged at the thick rope with all my strength, waited a second, and then pulled again. Davy Jones's organ kept time in the background, but the sound was so mournful, I could not bear to listen fully. The methodical rhythm of the workers was useful for letting your mind wander, and I spent that time imagining what I would do to my father the next time I saw him. It was hard to decide between disembowelment and strangling him. This daydream kept me occupied for most of the days, and on my first big problem day, I was shocked out of it when I heard someone call my name.

"Hey, Sparrow!" I immediately looked up, and was immediately told. "Secure the mast anchor!"

I raced up the steps over to a rope which was being used to haul up the cannon I was pulling. A boy ran over to grab the rope and I yelled at him, "Step aside!"

"Mind yourself, boy!" He yelled back, securing a hold.

"I sure as shooting am NOT A BOY!" I yelled. "Let go!"

"Hey!" He yelled back, turning to stare at me. It was a boy a couple years older than me. Barnacles covered his face, and a starfish cupped his left ear. Algae grew in his stringy black hair and he stared at me with bloodshot black eyes. "No. Alianara."

In his shock, he let go of the rope. The cannon dropped back to the deck with a crash and I was dragged over to the side of the deck, nailing my head on the deck. I heard wood breaking and yelling, but one sound filled my ear. "Haul that weevil to her feet!"

I felt hands drag me up and throw me against the old rope ladder. The leather thong in the back of my shirt was ripped out and my shirt back was thrown open. The bosun angrily yelled, "Five lashes to remind you that orders must be followed!"

Maccus grabbed the whip and said, "I have a score to settle with her. Let me do the whipping!"

"No!" The boy yelled, shoving Maccus out of the way.

"Impeding me in my duties, eh?" Maccus snarled. "You'll share the punishment."

"I'll take it all." The boy replied, his voice husky.

"Will you now?" Davy Jones rumbled, walking over with his swagger. "And what be the reason for this change of heart?"

"My sister." The boy replied, staring at me in respect. "She's my sister."

"I'll take what I am owed, Seaweed Brain!" I yelled at him, my voice raging with injured pride. "You stay out of this!"

"For once, that annoying little brat is right." Davy Jones said. "Maccus, you may continue. Someone restrain him!"

Two of the crew restrained the boy, who I guess actually is my brother. Maccus walked over and held the whip up. "One."

The whip carved into my back and it took all my willpower to hold my mouth shut. It hurt like the dickens as the rawhide sliced into my lower back. "Two."

"Three." More pain, but I relaxed to lessen it.

"Four." The slash was weak. Something bad was coming. I realized that this was the killer lash. Maccus had always done this, four weak and then one final lash that cut straight down the centre of the spine. I relaxed as well as I could. I heard the boy swearing in anger and if I tilted my head up, which I did, I could see the whip coming down.

"And five!" Maccus called cheerfully as he brought down the final blow. Even the relaxation didn't have me prepared for it. As soon as the rawhide touched my skin, I tensed and the whip cut right through to the bone. Somehow, he flicked the whip so it went in between my vertebrae and it touched my spinal cord. Unable to control myself, I threw back my head and screamed bloody murder. Everyone on board the Dutchman, Will, Davy Jones, and Maccus included, covered their ears as my pained high-pitched scream tore into their eardrums. My father later told me that even though he had been at least five leagues away, he had heard me screaming, and so did the whole crew. I was thrown to the side down the steps and as soon as I hit the deck, I curled up into a ball to nurse my sores. A single tear slid through my closed lids, and soon, Will's hand came into my vision to pull me up.

"You have some explaining to do." Will said as he wrapped me in a cold embrace. I simply leaned my head on his shoulder and shook. I inhaled and began to tell him what happened with Davy Jones and me.

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