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Chapter 15

Samuel laughed and pinched her cheek jokingly, "But we were getting on so well!"

"I said get off of me you cad." Lily fumed, turning her head sharply to evade him and giving him a firm push. Still chuckling, Samuel did as she'd asked and stood up, raising his arms proudly as if he'd completed a trick.

"Ta-da! Happy now?" He smirked and Lily pouted.

"No."

"I'd like to point out that you're the one that tried to steal my virtue, not the other way around." He said, pressing a hand to his broad chest and assuming a saintly air designed to make her laugh. She didn't however, merely turned over and tucked her knees into her chest so she was curled in a ball, her arms wrapped round her torso.

Samuel hovered uncertainly for a moment but then shrugged and made his way over to the chair, his footsteps loud in the pointed silence.

Lily was trying not to cry – she'd done enough of that recently to last her a lifetime – but all she could think about was Will...well...that and a certain niggling feeling lurking in the back of her troubled mind. She sighed; rejection, that must be what rejection felt like, she'd never known it before. Slowly she turned herself over and peeked at Samuel who was sat with his arms crossed, looking at the door – wasn't she pretty enough? Lily felt like she was wilting, nobody had failed to fall in love with her when she'd ever wanted them to, not in her whole life! They'd all swooned and snapped to attention when she needed something, catered for her every wish...what was so different about him? Her eyes flitted briefly over his face and his handsome features seemed to taunt her, he must have had many women fall in love with him with his strong jaw and sparkling blue eyes, she thought, maybe she just wasn't experienced enough...after all she'd never gone beyond kissing. With those worrying thoughts darting round her head she didn't realize he had noticed her watching him until it was too late, quickly she turned her head again and squeezed her eyes shut.

Samuel's brow furrowed as she turned away and he sat back in the chair and ran a hand through his hair, bemused with her quick mood changes. He frowned – he hadn't thought she would react like this, he'd expected anger certainly but not for her to look this...sad. Unless, he thought, it wasn't just about her brother. He thought back on the whole scene and how it had ended and realized exactly what she was sad about and why, he rolled his eyes and sat up straighter.

"Lily?" He said quite softly and she opened her eyes at the sound of her name.

"What?" She replied quietly, her voice slightly muffled by the pillow.

Samuel was just about to talk when the door opened and Pontac came in looking somewhat disgruntled.

"Cap'n says she can see her brother." He grunted, giving Lily an appraising look before walking out of the room again. Lily sat up shakily, hoping beyond hope that this wasn't some twisted joke of Barbossa's.

"Really?" She asked Samuel, not quite meeting his eyes.

"Captain's orders." He replied with a shrug, his unease with the situation making his voice more gruff than usual. Lily looked at him and then quickly away again before standing up and slipping on her dress again, struggling with the laces.

"Here." Samuel offered, striding over and beginning to tie them but their hands connected and Lily immediately pulled away, crossing to the other side of the room and tying the bow herself with difficulty.

"I don't need your help." She told him, turning away. Quickly she smoothed down her hair and wiped her eyes, she didn't want Will worrying about her. As a last minute adjustment she pinched her cheek for color and then turned back to Samuel, the very picture of innocence and grace.

"I'm ready now." She said regally, prompting another roll of his beautiful eyes.

"Oh good." He said dryly before opening the door and doffing an imaginary hat in her direction. "Your majesty." He said, making a sweeping gesture with his arms.

Lily narrowed her eyes at him but refused to take the bait and get angry, instead she walked with admirable self-possession through the door.

"Which way?" She asked curtly.

"Oh so you do need my help?" Samuel clarified.

Lily pressed a hand to her head. "Just take me to Will. Please." She said wearily. Samuel blinked and then nodded, walking down the steps that led to the brig with an extremely on edge Lily following a short distance behind, unwilling to appear too accommodating.

However all thoughts of dignity flew from her as soon as she saw the cell in which her twin was being kept. It was disgusting, dirty and stale smelling and she immediately ran to the bars and sank to her knees as she saw the state which Will was in.

"Will!" She breathed, taking in his cut lip and bruised cheek, the rips in his clothes and the squalor in which he sat.

"Lily thank god you're okay." He said, still sounding very much like himself...just a tired version.

"Me? Who gives a damn about me? You look terrible!" She exclaimed, her lower lip beginning to tremble.

"Thanks." He said dryly, raising an eyebrow and then wincing as another bruise on his temple protested at the action.

Samuel had stayed back throughout the reunion, silently marveling at how similar yet different the two were. True he had the same pale skin and large brown eyes but there was a refined manner to him that was as different to Lily's wild essence as could be.

"Have they hurt you?" Will asked, looking at his sister intently but no sign of outward harm could be found.

"I'm honestly fine." She assured him, her eyes went automatically to Samuel but she quickly snapped out of it and looked away. Will caught the glance – of course he did – but he didn't say anything whilst the other young man was still there.

"How long were you on board?" Lily asked, shifting her position on the floor to make herself more comfortable.

"Since it left port," He answered with a shrug, "I stowed away in a store cupboard...never dreamed it would actually work."

Lily's eyes widened, "Well did you...I mean, were you able to eat?"

Will laughed his gentle laugh, "I had a poetry book and a loaf of stale bread. I was quite content." He chuckled.

Lily's mouth fell open and she stammered when she tried to speak, "But it's been days and days!" She managed eventually. Aghast, she turned to Samuel. "I demand he be given something to eat and drink."

Samuel shifted uncomfortably under her intense stare, "That's not part of my orders." He said curtly, clasping his hands behind his back and regarding her coolly.

She made a derisive noise and stepped towards him, holding her skirt up out of the dirt on the floor. "That's not my problem." She retorted with flashing eyes, "My problem is that my twin brother has hardly eaten for days and is now rotting away in a cell and he will have something to eat or so help me I'll scream and scream until you're deaf." She snapped. Samuel moved back slightly.

"Keep your hair on, I'll see what I can do." He muttered, walking slowly back up the stairs.

Lily breathed easier once he was gone – he made her so bloody nervous, she reflected, gritting her teeth.

"Who's he?" She heard Will ask knowingly. She didn't turn around but put a hand to her head and the other on her hip.

"The captain's son." She told him, "He's been ordered to guard me."

"Ah, so the situation is akin to Romeo and Juliet...interesting." He teased.

Lily whirled around, "There is no situation William." She snapped, reverting to his full name as she always did when she was cross.

He held up his hands, still laughing. "Methinks the lady doth protest too much." He quoted, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Methinks the gentleman is an idiot-eth." She retorted, fuming beyond sense at his goading.

"Good one." He congratulated her sarcastically.

Footsteps heralded Samuel's return and Lily walked to stand the furthest away from the stairs as possible, back to them as if inspecting the wall. However she spun around on hearing Pontac's nasal tone in place of Samuel's deep, low voice.

"'ere enjoy it while ye can." The repulsive man advised Will with a sneer, pushing a hunk of bread and cheese through the bars and then moving towards Lily. "Ye'll be comin' wiv me luv, ye've 'ad yer quality time." He leered, grabbing her arm firmly when she protested.

"A few more minutes." She pleaded, twisting in his hold but he simply began pulling her towards the stairs.

"Don't worry Lily, I'll be fine just take care of yourself." Will called after her and the last he saw of her was a panicked glance over her shoulder as she was pushed up the stairs.

"Where's Samuel?" Lily asked, still struggling – had he given up his job of watching over her? Was she really that repulsive to him? Well fine, she resolved not to care a jot about him anymore.

"That's not really yer concern now is it?" Was his unhelpful answer as he shoved her into her chamber and locked the door.

Samuel was, in fact, in his father's cabin wishing he was somewhere (anywhere) else.

"I don't 'ave time fer weak men." Barbossa said coldly. He'd caught his son getting some food to bring to the prisoner and wasn't the least bit happy about it.

"I didn't see the use in having him die of starvation." Samuel protested, his cheeks burning at being called weak.

"That ain't why ye did it and ye goddamn know it." His father snapped, moving a step closer. "It's that hussy, she's turned you soft."

"No -" Samuel protested but Barbossa silenced him with a heavy handed slap across his face. He reeled backwards, cursing.

"I can see it. Yer not the man ye were." His father went on mercilessly, this time punching his son in the stomach. Samuel grunted with pain but refused to sink to his knees, instead glaring at Barbossa fiercely.

"You don't know what you're talking about." He said though gritted teeth and the captain gave a mocking laugh.

"Oh I do, all too well. She planned this – devious wench she is, like her mother – she knew she could bewitch ye, win ye over and use yer connection with me. There's no real affection in her, she's cold and calculating like all the rest – a temptress." Barbossa hissed, opening the door and walking slowly across the deck to where the other pirates were playing cards, they all pricked up their ears at the word 'temptress'.

"She hasn't bewitched me." Samuel snapped, glowering at his father.

"She could work her magic on me anytime." One pirate muttered out of the corner of his mouth and there was a raucous swell of laughter.

"Prove it." Barbossa said, leaning against the mast, there was a murmur of interest from the assembled men. "Bed her." He said simply, "On yer own terms and then it's done – spell broken, nothing left."

Samuel opened his mouth to protest but the approving yell from the pirates drowned out his words.

"Aye a bet!" One man suggested and yet another cheer went up as the men clustered together and started making bets on how long it would take Samuel to bed her, the shortest being that very night and the longest never. Many times in the midst of all that din Samuel opened his mouth to call a stop to everything, say he wouldn't do it but his father's unfaltering gaze stayed his words. And besides...she had tried to bed him, and he couldn't really be sure that the situation wasn't entirely as his father had made it out to be. It wasn't like he'd actually cared for her, he told himself.

He leaned forwards and grinned, "You're on."