The ship swayed violently beneath her as she stood on deck in the grasp of one of the pirate's hold. She struggled as he belted out his orders to take what they wanted.

With guffaws and shouts of glee, they disappeared and did just that. She sobbed as they shoved men overboard and sliced down those that fought for their lives.

She was pulled along with Josephine towards the large plank that connected the two ships. She was roughly pulled along the wooden board; barefoot and in nothing but a night rail, shivering with the strong gush of crisp ocean breeze that threatened to push them into the water.

Now on the other ship, she was shoved into another sailor's arms as he laughed wrapping his arms tightly around her. She fought to get out of his grasp and turned watching Josephine cry out as another squeezed her in his arms as well.

They fought against the men but they were no match for them.

The moment the rest of the pirates boarded the ship followed by their Captain, she watched, now held captive in the crushing embrace of the man behind her as her father's ship went up in flames and slowly began to sink.

She wept listening to some of the men scream in agony as the flames billowing on deck burned them alive, while others silently jumped 20ft to the dark deluge below escaping one horrific death only to meet another in the shark-infested waters.

By then he gave the order to take her below. One man asked if to take them both below? He shook his head barely looking at Josephine with interest then turned to Tempest with excitement in his gaze.

"No, just her," he smiled then. "The other is a gift. Do with her as you please."

Horrified, she cried out in tears as they separated her from Josephine and eagerly pulled the woman to the wet deck at their feet and fought each other in taking turns at touching her.

She screamed and fought with the man dragging her along out of sight, helpless to aid Josephine as she was pinned beneath one that laid above her.

Her muffled screams were all Tempest could hear above her own cries as the man that held her brutally tossed her above his shoulders and took her below deck through the dark walkway and through the door to the Captain's cabin.

She was thrown roughly like a sack of grain on the bunk only to scoot back in the corner away from him. Trembling she dashed away her tears and watched him wipe his brow before stepping back to observe her with the same gaze of the Captain had before.

She sobbed looking away from him, huddling closer to the wall to gain distance from his penetrating hungry gaze.

Shortly after she heard a click at the door and the burly voice of the Captain that ordered him to leave. Panicking she pressed further into the wall as the door closed and she was now alone with him.

He stood at the foot of the bunk, observing her with a gleam to his gaze before slowly moving forward and kneeling into the mattress. She shook her head and pressed further into the wall. His strong calloused hand reached for her ankle and pulled her struggling along until she was before him.

Tears dripped down her cheek as she faced the rugged-looking man before her. His rough hand cupped her cheek and she flinched as his thumb wiped away a fallen tear.

"Please let me go," she whispered.

The smile that formed on his lips revealed brown teeth. But then he spoke and her stomach lurched.

"Now, now lass. I fear that will not be possible," he purred raising a finger to her jaw.

Her heart thumped heavily in her chest as he leaned even closer and lowered his finger down her throat to the string of her night rail.

His fingers slowly pulled at it until it opened baring the soft flesh between her breasts. Lost at his endeavor he glided a finger along it and Tempest shivered with revulsion. The bitter flavor of bile filled her throat.

"Very pretty. Very pretty indeed," he whispered licking his lips.

He leaned forward and nuzzled his face to her neck and inhaled her sweet scent with a groan and a wave of tears fell down her cheek. She tried to pull away but one arm encircled her waist.

But when his other hand slid lower and gently cupped her breast, she could not help the instinctive reaction that made her jerk away with a sob.

She pulled away from his hold and fought but it only angered him more. In a blink of an eye, he was above her tackling her to the bed; climbing above her, and shoving her legs apart. She wept and screamed at the top of her lungs as his fingers tugged at her undergarment. The rips and yanking of the very fabric that would protect her sent her into a panic. But she would fight him at all costs and she did as much as she could. She reached up and scratched his face dragging her nail deep at the side of his eye until he shouted rearing his head back and touching the now bright red scar at his face.

"You bloody wench," he shouted staring at the blood on his finger.

Scooting back she rolled off the bunk and dodged for the door only to be caught by her hair and snatched back then whirled around to face him. The murderous glare and disdainful sneer followed with the back of his hand across her cheek that sent her flying to the ground.

Dazed and seeing spots she tried to crawl away from him but in a vice grip he pulled her ankles and flipped her over again. Fear held her in place accepting her fate as he brandished a dagger before her.

"Now be a good lass and be still, and I won't have to kill you," the tone of his voice only made the threat much worse.

She lay trembling on the hardwood floor as he kneeled up on his haunches and with the tip of his dagger flipped up her night rail above her knees past her thighs; baring her for his view. She looked away closing her eyes tight as he eagerly undid his breeches then crawled above her.

His unbearable weight forced the wind out of her lungs making her gasp in agony.

He gripped her face and pressed his dry chapped lips to her delicate ones forcing them apart making her gag and cry out as his rancid breath fused with his tongue had pressed into her mouth. She squirmed despite the fact that he still held the dagger in his hand. Deft rough fingers grazed her thighs as his knees forcefully shoved them apart. All she could do was cry out. Her strength was no match for his as she gave one last attempt at shoving his chest to try and get free.

Now, pinned beneath him, she wept in agony, fright, and repulsion as his erection slowly prodded her flesh forcing entry. His grunts and pants of pleasure for the soon penetration burned her ears. She dug her nails into the floor beneath her awaiting what was to come with a sickening sensation.

But the slight banging at the door stopped him. With a sob of relief, she scooted back pulling her night rail down to cover herself as he cursed and pulled away.

"Captain yer needed above on deck!" The muffled shout came through the door.

Mumbling with an oath he turned with a sneer watching her scoot back toward the wall.

"Don't sing victory yet wench. Tonight I will have ye soon enough," he stood fixing his breeches.

With a last glance of the girl huddled in the corner, he shoved his dagger in his boot and stormed out of the cabin locking her in.

Tempest slowly stood. Frantically looking at her surroundings. She needed to getaway. She needed something to protect herself. Her eyes nervously darted back and forth around the cabin and then to the door. Dashing away her tears she looked at all the objects in the room.

A weapon.

She needed a weapon. But there was nothing large enough to strike him with and nothing small she could raise above her head. Until she spotted a cutlass in the far corner.

The perfect weapon.

Running towards it she reached for it. Her now sweaty palms gripped the hilt and drew it up off the floor. Her hand shook as it lowered and she crossed the room to stand behind the door. Her heart lurched with fright as she stood there.

Here she would await him and when he enters... she would attack.

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