Haunting

June 22nd,1766,9 PM
Aboard the adventurer,Captained by Commodore Francois Le Camp,leader of the East India
Trading Company.

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Jack was suddenly shaken awake..."Your turn rat."A french accented man spat.
Jack;s eyes peeped open to see the iron being lowered onto his wrist.
He screamed in agony,tears dripped from his eyes and blood from his mouth as he bit down on
his cheeks...He tried to pull away but he was strapped to a table.
"What have I done!"Jack screamed in pain as the british gaurds sneered and laughed at him.
"You are a pirate and are being branded as such."Smiled the sadistic captain Le Camp.

The iron was lifted as his seared flesh burnt and crisped as it peeled off of his muscle...He squeezed
his fist tight to make the pain go away but he couldnt squeeze hard enough to make it disapear..

His arms,legs and abdomen were all strapped down and he lay,naked on his belly.
"Do with him..."The captain began,lifting Jack's curly black hair and smiling..."As you wish,
commerades...what I dont see doesnt bother me nor the Queen."He laughed viciously and walked
out leaving Jack in the custody of 3 british officers.

"Ya know,Griffen..."One began,just as the captain,but instead of the thick french accent he had a
drawn out lower class british one..Lifted Jack's hair,"He is kinda pretty,for a boy!"He bellowed
with laughter...Jack's burning pain throbbed in his wrist as the shame burned in his entire body
at those words.
Jack's eyes lowered,his sunken face with fear for what could be transpiring,shook his body and
scared him to the core...
Another officer approched him..."Yeah real girl like,those cheeks and lips...."He snickered,running
his hand over Jack's back and ass.

"Please...Im not a pirate...this is all just a mistake!"Jack cried...Gripping the end of the table with
his restrained hands...
"You think your in pain now!"Laughed the first one to speak...As he gripped the legs of the
table Jack was tied to..
"Griffen,Notting...Help me with the little lad!"He snickered,unhinging the legs..
"Now you act like your enjoying this and it will go faster."Laughed the one called griffen,as he
and Notting unhinged the other legs and propped the table face with Jack strapped on,up against
the stone wall.

"Make him scream a little first!"Laughed the first officer to speak.Cracking a whip,and tossing
it to Notting.
Notting smiled a disgusting yellow grin and smacked the whip against Jack's ass,leaving a
big purple welt...Jack made no noise,he didnt want to give in to what they wanted from him.
"Again."Said the leader.
Notting cracked it again in the same place,drawing blood from the bruising welt.
Jack made no noise.
"Again...And again...Until he screams."
Notting hit him 17 times leaving him a bloody lattice work of welts and cuts until Jack broke and
screamed mercy.
"Please!"He cried tears streaking his face...just do with me as you wish...Ill do what you want."He
cried...His dignity stripped.
The first officer to speak was the first to tear Jack open...

"aw laddy...This wont hurt a bit!"He cackled,as he rubbed his hardness up against jack's lower
back and ass...
Jack bit his lip as he felt it on his tight entrance.
"This wont hurt a bit!"He yelled as he spit into his fist and rubbed it up and down his shaft,then
Jammed his cock into Jack's ass..
Jack screamed loudly in pain as the man humped and bumped and stabbed his manhood into him.
"Please!"Jack cried.."No more..."Blood from his ass covered the man's cock as he continued to
thrust deep inside of him,ripping his inner walls...Jack tried to think of happy things to get himself
through this,all the pretty girls back home...Escape roots...pints of Rum at the tavern...The girl in
the green dress from earlier...He centered on that...He Envisioned every flower of lace on that green
dress,But he couldnt remember her face,it was just a light...He thought until he suddenly blacked
out...
The man punched Jack in the back of the head roughly knocking him out,and came inside of him.

"Haha,and that lads is how its done!"He laughed heartilly,pulling his now flaccid cock out,covered
in blood and dripping with semen...Jack's ass dribbled the mixture serving as a lubricant for the
next man.
"Whose next?"He asked buttoning his breeches,as Jack lay unconcious and bleeding out his ass
and ears.

The men took turns repeatedly raping and beating him for several hours...


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Milla sat up in her cabin...

"Papa,that boy couldnt have been older then 17...He's no pirate,he's barely a man!"She argued
with her father,she couldnt get the boys scared face off her mind...She was a wreck with worry for
him.
"He's a rat,probably picked up and lured in with the promise of gold...He's a greedy street urchin,
the world is better off,my pet."Francois said,trying to reason with his unruly child...
"Those gaurds will kill him and you know it!"She cried,trying to sound strong and argumenitive,
but she just came off as a little girl fighting for a christmas persent.
"No they wont kill him...The British Army will do that for us...They'll merely...Play with him."He
smiled to himself.
"Your sick!"She screamed.
"Its a joke pet."He said,going to comfort her on her bed,"He may be a boy,but he has broken the
law,and if you break that particuar law...You die."He said passively as though it was a slap on the
wrist.
"When will they kill him?"She asked,tears in her eyes.
"When we dock in Jamaica...They will hang him with the others...Unless their injuries get them
first."He said,kissing his daughters forehead as she cried for the young boy.

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She had sat up all night...She couldnt sleep he was going to be killed...But she had to see his face
one more time.


She quietly took her water basin and filled it with the last of the warm water from her bath,and
dropped in beads of jasmin and eucalyptis she had gotten in asia.She dropped some rose petals
in and carefully tip toed to her father's room,He slept restlessly tossing and turning...He wasnt right
nor had been for a long long time...

She slowly went to the closet with the basin,setting it on the floor,she moved the large trunk over
the trap door in the floor,she opened it to a hidden room bellow,with small steps leading down to
the brig...He had a private entrance for safety purposes....
She lowered the latter in the closet to the floor bellow and climbed down,taking the large basin
with her,She pulled the trunk back over the hole and relocked the door.She walked down to the
end of the steps which led to a door which opened to the wall of cells in the brig...
She stepped out into the dim light...

There just before her in the cell lay the boy,scrawny bloody and beaten to a pulp.


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June 23rd,1766, roughly 2 AM
Aboard the adventurer,Captained by Commodore Francois Le Camp,leader of the East India
Trading Company.


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"Hello?"

Jack's head bounced up from his chest,and darted around the cell,The sudden burn of menthol
filled his nose and coated his throat,his face was warm and wet...His body ached but he felt safe.

"My name is Milla...Im just cleaning you up...those bastards really did a number on ya..."A quiet
distinctly female voice answered.
Milla looked him over...It was a sad sad sight he was just in his breeches,and those were barely there,
he was just a mess,covered in blood and all sorts of gore.
Jack's bloodshot bruised eyes began to focus on the source of the voice.
A young girl,her hair pulled up with a red scarf,and large brown eyes smiled at him.
"Who'er you?"he barely whispered,trying to speak through the jolts of pain coming from his
rear quarters.
"Im just cleaning your wounds."She said again dropping her red velvet cape and kneeling next to
him on the dirty secrete and blood covered floor.

She looked him up and down,He was no longer the boy she had seen earlier that day...It was a
shame to waste his looks like this,and a bit of a let down to see him now....Battered and bloody...
Looking like an old rag doll thrown into a corner.

"What are you doing here?"He asked,again not sure if this was a vision or reality.
"I just told you twice-"She began her spiel again.
"No no no..."Jack interupted"You...Your just a little girl,what are you doing in here,A dirty old
trading ships brig,with me,a vicious and gnarled old pirate?"He wheezed out,ending it in a
coughing fit of blood and mucous.
Milla Frowned wiping the fluids from his chin and cheeks with the warm wet cloth.

She knew she couldnt tell him who she was.
"Im just a poor girl...I get paid little,to cook,and keep the prisoners alive until docking."She
whispered,Wondering if he remembered her at all.

"hmmm."Jack pondered...Not paying much attention to her..."They've branded me.."He said
rather matter of factly,He looked away and presented the Scroched flesh to the girl.
"Mum always told me never get a tattoo worst pain of me life...well Here Ive got a brand for
god and the whole world to see when Im dead."He said,trailing off.

She took his hand,"They're all bastards...the whole lot of them."Concern lilted her voice.
She held his hand to her breast his fingers brushing against her chin.
She thought of what her father had said so casually,it hurt her heart to see another creature
like this.
Jack looked up,to see if she was genuine.
She smiled,touching his chin,and lifting his blood and tear streaked face with her small fingers.
He smiled,his heart warmed by that little kindness.
"Im sorry."She said,a light tear rolled down her cheek.
"Im not bad."He said Looking to the ground...hating himself for this position he put himself into.
"No one really is."She offered,Squeezing his hand."Now,This may hurt.."She whispered,picking
up the soft wet cloth,and wrapping it around his wrist.
Jack winced in pain,as she dabbed the dead skin off,and applied alcohol to it.
"I dont have any bandages."She said softly."Im so stupid I should have brought bandages."
She muttered to herself.
"Theyre gonna kill me anyway..I dont really care about a little old burn."He frowned.
She frowned back and both of them looked away from one another...

"Ive got an idea!"Milla said excitedly.
Jack kept his head down staring at the floor,pondering his impending doom.
The sudden tearing sound ripped through his pounding head...His eyes jolted to her...
she was ripping the bottom of her skirt off.
"Here...This shall do."She smiled excitedly.

Jack looked at her skirt,He could barely see her face,let alone her dress...
She wound the lacey fabric around his wrist,mindfull of the tender spots..

Silence filled the swaying mock jail after she was done with his wrist...Several moments passed
awkward tension.

"Im Jack."He said softly...Looking into her eyes.
"Nice to meet you....Oh yeah,no,You dont look like a gnarled old pirate."She smiled,kissing his
knuckles and holding his hand tightly in hers.
Jack smiled back,his heart warm.

"Now those welts on your back...I should tend to those too."She said,

Jack pushed himself forward on to all fours,and then his arms gave out and he fell face first.

"Oh dear!"Milla said,quickly grabbing his shoulders before he hit the ground,he landed in
her lap.

"Oh god!"He sniffled,"Im sorry,lass,really."
"Shhh its okay."She comforted,as he began crying,and shaking uncontrollably.
"Its okay...Its okay...I wont hurt you."She cooed,doubling over and holding him to her breast.
Being extremely mindfull of his wounded backside.
His tears and blood soaked through to her white slip dress,covering the little pearls and lace
with it.

Jack tightly hugged her waist,violently shaking,he couldnt controll himself.
"Let me clean you up."She whispered into his hair,carefull not to hurt him.

She dabbed the cloth over each wound,and with each wince she kissed his hair.

After she was done he sat up.

"Really I dont know how I ended up here."He cried,again,solemnly.
"Jack."She said.
"Hmm?"
"Im just saying it....its nice..."
"Jack Sparrow."He smiled.
"Jack Sparrow...Its beautifull."
"Thank ye."He smiled under his hair,his large brown eyes hidden from her.
"Whats your whole name?"He asked drawing his legs to his chest.
Milla hesitated for a moment..."Millana Bhavya."She smiled,giving her late mothers name.
"thats beautifull."He remarked,looking away.

Jack pondered the girl for a moment or two..."Where are you from?"He asked,looking at her
large violet brown eyes,and pale flawless skin.
"My father is French and my mother is Indian."She smiled,worriedly...Whats he thinking she
asked herself.
"My mother's Spanish,My father's english."He said flatly..."How old are you?"He asked looking
into her young eyes.
"14...15 in the fall."She said,looking to him,as she deftly folded and un folded the bloody cloth in
the china basin."How...How old are you?"
"19."He said,looking stoic under his mop of black hair.
Silence fell again,between them...

"Do you have a girl back home...Where ever home is?"She asked pretending to ignore his
impending doom.
Jack smiled at her attempt to cheer him up."Whores."he smiled as she gasped at his frankness.
"Never seen one,lass?"He laughed.
"Of course I have,in the seaside slums,and Cities."She remarked,remembering the painted girls
not too much older then herself,in the bars and back allies,propositioning men.
"Yeah...Theyre all Ive got..Women just bring trouble."He scoffed,looking up to her violet eyes
for a reaction,but none came...she was utterly unphased.
She felt a sudden kinship to him,he had something wrong inside him,and she wanted to fix it.
"Are you close with your mother?"She asked plainly.
"no...not in a long,long time."He said,his brows furrowed as to why she would ask him about his
mother.
"Is that why you see whores?"She asked scooting closer to him on the dirty ground.
Jack was struck speechlees..."Your a right bloody spitfire arent you little lassy?"He laughed.
She laughed back at him...He looked into her eyes."Well Millana Bhavya,Do you have a prince
Charming waiting for you somewhere?"He asked.
"Me?"She asked bemusedly...Pondering over whether to tell him yes or no...Considering she
was promised to India's Army General Bahrat Ekta's son Raj Eknath....
"No...I dont have any one aside from this ships crew."She said her eyes floating off to the distance.
"Really no one?"He said,looking at her his eyes barely focusing through bruised eyes on her
delicate features,her soft pink porcelain cheeks to her pale throat,down her shoulders....

Milla looked out the barred window,the sun was just begining to rise..."I should be going."
His eyes drifted up to meet hers again."Must you?"He asked,not wanting to be left alone with
the gaurds again.
"I can comeback tonight."She said,picking up the basin.
"Will you?"He asked.
"Yes...I promise."

And with that she stole back to her cabin just as her father rose.