It's update Tuesday! (Yes I know I said I would update Wednesdays, but I got done early)

Drink-Up-Me-Hearties-Yo-Ho: Alas, my writers block is still upon me (wow, that Shakespeare homework is getting to me). But, as you can see I'm still going.

Almost forgot, Disclaimer: I do not own PotC, the characters, the script, etc. I only own the dvd.

This chapter moves kinda erratically, sorry 'bout that, please bear with me. And now, the update:

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"Up bitch!" the man that "purchased her" yelled and drew Katrina up by her arm, pressing her against the stone work on the side of the small fireplace and started tugging up her skirt.

Fight back! Katrina's mind screamed and she struggled, scratching and kicking.

"Like et ruff, eh?" the man slurred. He spun her from the wall and forcefully pushed her She tripped over the stand of fire implements causing her to fall to the floor again. Katrina pushed herself into a sitting position, scooting back from the man who now glared at her with alcohol glazed eyes.

"Tha's righ', run, you stupid little bitch."

Something inside Katrina snapped even as she shook. Her hand found a long, hard object, the fire poker.

Katrina's hand curled around it and without thought she swung it with all her strength. It made contact with the man's knee with a sickening crunching noise, immediately followed by a howl of pain. Katrina swung again and he crumpled at her feet. She watched in horror as a blood spot grew, spreading out from the man's temple.

O God! He's dead! I just killed a man! He's dead! He's dead! And I killed him! O God! O… wait…he's… breathing, he's not dead.

Katrina pushed herself shakily to her feet and made her way to her bed, never letting her eyes off of the downed man.

Grabbing a sheet off of her bed, Katrina started to hastily rip it into strips. She then proceeded to bind the man, hands and feet, complete with a gag.

Making a quick scan of the hall, Katrina stepped out, softly closing her door behind her.

"Trina?" Her hand froze on the door knob. "Where eez Monsieur Toussaint?"

"Fleur?" Katrina slowly turned to the young woman. "He's… in there." She finished lamely, motioning to the recently closed door.

"Trina!" Fleur squeaked after peeking into the room.

"Shh!" Katrina covered Fleur's mouth. "You have to be quiet, alright?"

Fleur nodded.

"Good. Now what is the best way out of here?

"But, I told you. Eet eez too hard… the guards--"

"I'm going with or without your help." Katrina interrupted.

Fleur sighed "There eez one way, eet…" They both froze at the sound of footsteps. "With me." Fleur whispered and grabbed Katrina's hand, pulling Katrina to her room, firmly bolting the door and leaning against it.

Katrina's fingertips flew to her mouth, pressing her lips, her eyes growing wide. Fleur squeezed her eyes tightly shut, her palms flat on the door. There was a thump right out side Fleur's door. Her eyes flew open, catching Katrina's.

There was a giggle from out side. "Oopsie!" A drunken voice said.

Katrina released a breath she didn't know she had been holding as the steps faded down the hall.

Fleur became a miniature flurry of activity. "This you will wear." A dress was thrust into Katrina's hands. She shook it out, a simple blue cotton, barely modest, but it wasn't a bawdy dress. As she changed, Fleur was splashing lamp oil all over the room.

"What are you doing?" Katrina asked, finishing up the front laces of the dress.

"Since you are leaving 'with or without my help', I decided that it would be easier if I helped, and have some fun along de way. By tomorrow Madame's will be ruined." Fleur had a mischievous grim on her face. "Now, Trina, this is what you do…"

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Fleur lit a candle. The miniature blaze eerily mirrored in Fleur's gray eyes.

"But what of you?"

"Don't worry, I can take care of myself. Now, go!" Fleur tilted the candle to the floor.

Katrina picked up her skirts and ran.

"Riley!" Katrina cried when she reached the man, "Fire! Fire in Fleur's room!" The young man rushed past her. "Good luck, Fleur" Katrina whispered as she hurried down the back steps.

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Katrina ran for ten minutes before slowing down to a less conspicuous rate. She was now wandering somewhat aimlessly, only vaguely aware of her surroundings.

Which was the very reason she didn't notice a man watching her from the shadows of an ally until one of his grimy hands grabbed her waist, the other covering her mouth, smothering her startled scream.

"Now what's a tasty lil morsel doin round 'ere all by yerself?" a voice breathed into her ear.

This time Katrina's response was instinctive, she stomped on his foot and elbowed him in the stomach while wrenching her head enough that she could clamp down on the hand covering her mouth. The man let out a startled yelp, releasing Katrina only to grab her upper arm, spinning her to face him

"Ye lil whore!" he drew back his arm to strike her. But before he could swing his wrist was caught in a firm grip.

"That's not very nice."

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And there you have it! Poor girl, how many times in one night?

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Thanks for reading! --Scarlet Rebelle