Guess what all! I had my finals today! So, with a little luck I will be able to update regularly!

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Katrina stood, rooted to the spot. "You!" she squeaked.

The captain laughed. "The one and only darlin'." He swept off his hat and executed a mock bow. "Nice ta know I've been in your thoughts." He stepped over the thresh hold and closed the cabin doors behind him. "You where never too far from mine."

Katrina took a step back. Seeing this, the captain's eyes gained a taunting quality. He advanced another step, while Katrina backed up another. He took another step, and another, and another, Katrina retreating step for step, never taking her eyes off him.

Katrina felt the wall at her back, she could not move back any farther, and he was still coming towards her. He didn't stop until he was mere inches from her, and placed one hand beside her head. He smirked at the way Katrina seemed to try to sink through the wall.

"You left your mark on me," he whispered dangerously, pausing to let his eyes and free hand roam over Katrina's body, causing Katrina to shudder, and his smile grow evilly wider. "and now, I intend to do the same to you!" he cruelly back handed her across the mouth with enough force to send her reeling to the wood floor. Katrina caught herself on her hands and knees, and glared defiantly up at the man standing before her, brushing her hand against her aching lip, and coming away with blood.

He let loose a cruel laugh. "Don't worry, I won't maim that pretty face as you did mine, besides, I believe I would have a hard time finding a fire poker on a ship. Even if it is my own. No. I intend to mark you in a different way. And what better way than to get my money's worth."

Katrina shuddered at the remark, looking around, desperately trying to form an escape plan.

"Now," the captain said, almost conversationally. "I tire of that… thing you are wearing, let's find something more… becoming to the girl I once knew." At that he walked over to a beautifully carved dark wood wardrobe and threw open the doors. Flipping through the garments, he commented on each one. "No. no. no. wrong color. Too big. No. No. Ah!" just the thing!" he pulled out a dress so dark a blue, it was almost black.

Katrina stared at the garment, in dread and alarm. The neck line was impossibly low and the bodice too small. Shakily, she pushed herself to her feet. "If you think-"

Suddenly he was before her. "I don't think, I know. You will put on that dress… or I will put it on you!" he grabbed one of the sleeves on her dress and pulled it, hard, giving a malicious grin when it ripped easily.

With that he turned and stalked, with an irregular gait out of the room.

Katrina held the ripped cloth to herself and looked dismayed at the dress lying across the bed. She stared at it, determined not to put it on, but the idea of that man undressing her made her want to cringe, so, as quickly as she could, least he walk in on her, she swiftly changed and laced up the front of the dress. As she guessed, the bodice was too small, and it gave her an amazing amount of cleavage, not something she wanted to exhibit. Desperately, she tried to tug the top up to cover herself, but it was no use, it was too tight. Abandoning trying to make the unyielding bodice cover any more of herself than it seemed inclined to do, Katrina instead searched for anything she could use as a weapon to defend herself.

She couldn't find a thing. Katrina leaned back against the desk situated near a wall and crossed her arms in front of herself, worry puckering her brow. You would think a pirate captain would have weapons in his cabin, I do assume this is a pirate ship…Her thoughts stopped abruptly as she caught her reflection in a small mirror tacked to the opposite wall of the cabin.

She once again looked like a whore from Madam's, minus the makeup. But the low neck line revealed more than an excessive amount of cleavage, her mother's locket, and the

ruby ring, also hanging from the necklace. Swiftly, Katrina took off the necklace and removed the ring, placing it backward on her right ring finger, so that the stone was on the same side as her palm. Katrina reclasped the locket around her neck and turned toward the door just as it opened.

"Ah, much better." The captain, Monsieur Toussaint, said, his eyes practically undressing her, though the dress left little to the imagination.

"Where is Sera?" Katrina demanded.

"That miniature wench? Enjoying herself, just as you should be." He answered, approaching her and running a hand down her neck and down towards her chest.

Katrina slapped him as hard as she could, the ruby cutting a thin line of blood appeared on his cheek, crossing the other one that was there. With a growl, Tousaint grabbed her wrists and twisted them cruelly around her back. Causing Katrina to wince. "You will learn to like my touch." He sneered.

Katrina spit in his face. "What have you done with Sera, you bastard?" she yelled in his face, her maternal instincts taking over. Angrily, he wiped the spit from his face.

"Jones!" he shouted towards the doorway, not taking his eyes from Katrina.

The large brutish man entered the cabin, pulling Sera by her arm with him.

"Kitty!" Sera cried happily. She was a bundle of black Spanish lace, looking every inch a pirate princess though one arm bruised up and down from her fall.

"Precious little thing, isn't she?" the captain purred into Katrina's ear. "You see, she is unharmed. And, if you want her to remain that way you will learn to please me. That will be all, Jones." He added in a slightly louder tone. The large man nodded and left, taking Sera with him.

Katrina went quite limp. "You bastard." she hissed.

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side note: just got back from watching potc2, went to a midnight showing, it's now 3:40am (yawn) I think I'll go to bed and finish this chapter later.

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"I don't understand, Jack. Why do we need to stop in the colonies?"

Jack sat behind a large sea desk, his feet up and crossed at the ankles. "Rum, lad! Those Americans can make some bloody good rum!"

"Fine, we'll make a quick stop. I'm short a few crew members, lets see if there are any good American sailors."

"Tha's the spirit me boy!" Jack said with a large grin.

"Remind me why you are staying on my ship, instead of trailing me in the Pearl along with the rest of your crew."

"Anamaria can steer 'er. Besides, lad your ship isn't out of rum!" Jack gave a lopsided grin.

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And a slpash of Jack and mystery relative!

So, that's it for now.

Reviews are as good as Cotton candy!

No one got last quote, it was from Cutthroat Island. It's an older movie.

New quote:

"Super nova, bad. Got it."