I woke to the faded sound of a man's screams. My head jerked up, and I look around the room; Jones wasn't here. The room looked identical to what it was the night before. I jumped up out of bed, and ran to the door, the screams getting louder, and louder. I fling the door open. After my eyes are adjusted to the bright daylight, I see a man tied facing the main post. But he was not simply tied there, his shirt was off, and his back was torn and bleeding profusely. I gasp at the sight. I watched as the quarter master whipped the man's back, again, and again, and again. His screams getting more horrific with each slash. I look around the deck; the faces of the crew were full of deviousness. Why would they be okay with this? I feel a hand brace my hip, and I turn to see the captain. He smiled down at me.
"See love? I told you I'd take care of it." I gasp, and turn back to who I now know is James.
"This is how you take care of it?!" I say removing his hand from my waist, and facing him; I watch the smile never leave his face. I stand firmly as he leans in closer to me, an inch away from me, he says,
"Yup." the word rolls off his lips with glee. He then gives me a gentle pat on the cheek then walks, around me to the quartermaster. He places his hand on his shoulder."Alright that's enough." Jones then, removed a dagger from its holder, and cut James loose from the post. He fell to the ground, making a thud. Jones signaled two of his crew members to lift him up. As they haul him up, as soon as he sees me in the shadows behind Jones, complete rage fills his face. James is brought to face the captain. "Now, you see James. This is what happens when you disobey my demands." James didn't seem to be paying attention to the Jones; he was staring daggers into me. Jones notices this and hits his face away from my direction. "Don't look at her like it's her fault! You disgraced Ms. Burrows honor, but more importantly my mothers." James looked in my direction, and spit. But Jones had had enough. "Toss him lads." He said with a wave of his hand. I watched as the crew members did as they were told. They hauled the struggling man over to the railing, and threw him over. There was a splash, and then screams; probably from the saltwater mixing with his open wounds. His screams faded as I stood there in shock. I then see Jones, begin to walk up the stair case towards the helm. A grin on his face, and pip in his step.
"Harden up, and get ready to set sail mates. There's bumpy seas ahead!" the crew laughed. Why was everyone so happy? I've had enough; I ran across the deck dodging crew members and down the stairs to the kitchen. I knew Tituba would explain things.

I burst into the kitchen. Tituba turns startled by me, holding her hand to her chest. I walk over to the stove.
"What happened?" I asked. A deep breathe escaped her.
"When Jones, heard that James tried to touch you, he was furious."
"Why?" I ask confused.
"The captain has a code. It's not the normal pirate code, he made his own. Many pirate captains do this. One of his demands is that no crew member is to take themselves upon any woman aboard his ship."
"Jones is against rape?" I ask surprised.
"Strongly, but he doesn't like to speak about it. It's a part of his past, and that's something he'd rather keep to himself." Tituba turned back to her stove, rolling doe. "Where's James?"
"Probably dead by now, the captain had him thrown overboard after the whipping." I sigh. But then it hits me; he was dead because of me. I mean, the man still disgusts me, but he was dead because of me. It's almost like I took his life. I felt an over whelming guilt. This is going to be a long voyage.