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State Your Name	By : MarianTheBlackadder Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 4558 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Street Wretch
            “State your name, and place of origin.” The clerk said to the woman standing before him in a dress that was nothing but rags. Filthy from head to toe, bruises on her face, arms and legs, and a tiredness in her eyes that shown she hadn’t slept for weeks. Her feet bare and shackled as were her hands. She stood with her feet apart slightly determined to stay on her feet under her own power, even though she looked exhausted.

            “Bonnie Rhett . . . Ireland.” She said proudly even though the tone in her voice was worn. The clerk wrote it down.

            “and the charge?” The clerk said.

            “Participating in a riot in the streets. This is her second offense.” The solider who stood on her right side said. The clerk reached over and opened a book thumbing through it before stopping on a page and looking at it for several moments.

            “So I see. The first was assaulting an officer of his Majesties Royal Navy.”

            “He attacked me! I was defending myself!” Bonnie protested quickly. The guard smacked her hard in the hip with the butt of his riffle to quiet her. She bit her lip in pain.

            “Quiet. You’re to speak only when you are spoken to.” She was reminded.

            “90 days in the dungeon.” The clerk said signing a paper, then putting it aside reaching for another. “Next.” He called considering the matter closed. Bonnie’s eyes went wide as her arms were grabbed and she was drug away before she could say another word in her defense. It seemed unfair and completely wrong. They didn’t even ask why she was participating in that riot or if she was participating in it at all as she was being accused of. 90 days in the dungeon, was like five.

            Before they passed the gates that would take her down into the dungeon, Bonnie kicked her feet up on either side of the doors and pushed all her weight back throwing the guards off of her arms. She had lived on the street a long time, and she was no stranger to trouble.

            As soon as the two men fell to the ground she quickly grabbed the chain that connected the shackles on her hands to the ones on her feet, and gathered them up so it wouldn’t trip her and she started running. She could hear calls and orders being shouted in the courtyard for the soldiers and guards to get after her, but she had to escape.

            Seeing a cart with supplies on it that was being loaded to take down to the docks, she quickly ran for it and dove underneath it, sliding on the cobblestone ground as she came out the other side putting the cart between her and her pursuers. Looking about she tried to find a route that would get her out of the fort before she was captured. Her eyes found a doorway just above on the next level that had to lead to freedom, and she quickly climbed up on the cart.

            A solider reached her just then and grabbed one of her ankles. Bonnie swung around and kicked his hand away smashing him in the face with a small keg of gun powder as she continued to climb up the supplies in the cart, before jumping across to the second level of the fort almost missing the ledge but she grabbed it nonetheless. Pulling herself up quickly she scrambled to her feet and headed for the doorway.

            When she did, her eyes went wide and her head hunkered down when she realized the bits and pieces of wall that seemed to be shattering around her as she ran even faster now, were shots being fired at her. Finally she got into the dark doorway, feeling as though perhaps she was safe, but when she rounded the corner she came face to face with something hard that came as a blow to her head knocking her unconscious. She fell limp to the floor as her body laid there without any movement.

Captured Again

“I can’t remember ever having a woman put on such a display before.” Beckett said rather intrigued as he looked down at the young lady who was lying on a cot still completely unconscious. “She must be quite the spirited one. Usually it’s a man trying to escape, and he doesn’t put half the effort into his attempt as she did today. Absolutely spectacular.”

“What does your lordship wish should be done with her?” the Lieutenant asked.

            “We shall see.” He said looking at her his interest quite sparked having witnessed what she had done today. “I would very much like to meet this girl. I wouldn’t be surprised if she had some connection to our nemesis, Jack Sparrow.”

          “I doubt it sir. She’s a street urchin. I don’t think she’s ever been aboard a ship in her life.” The lieutenant said.

          “Nevertheless, I would be interested in knowing where she learned her skills of evasion.”

Awaiting Her Fate

            Bonnie sat on a wooden stool with her hands on her lap, starring at the floor. Her wrists shackled once again to her feet and the chains fastened securely into the stonewall. Her lip was a little swollen and a bruise was forming where she had been hit earlier to halt her escape attempt.

            The door of her cell opened and her eyes moved upwards slowly when she saw the expensive boots step onto the cobble stone floor. “Your awake I see.” Bonnie was tired and didn’t say anything, she closed her eyes for a moment before looking up at him again waiting to see what it was he wanted. “That was quite the display you put on this morning. I must say, it was rather entertaining from a spectators point of view.”

          “Entertainment purposes only then, I assure you.” She said irritated that he was making so light of her attempt to save her own life. He smiled at her quick-witted remark.

          “Ah. So she’s not only fast on her feet but quick with her tongue. Intriguing.”. Beckett said stepping a bit closer to get a better look at her. “How old are you?” He asked sternly. She frowned and looked him over at his rude question not answering him right away. The look in her eyes was one that said, “What right do you think you have to ask me anything?”

          “Would you rather I wager a guess and risk insulting you severely?”

          “16. I’ll be turning 17 in a month.” She said with a frown not liking to give up personal information, knowing that was a weakness someone would exploit somehow.

          “Where is your family?” He inquired further wanting more details.

          “ I don’t have one. I’m my own family.” She stated abruptly wondering what he wanted to know that for. “I haven’t seen hide nor hare of a relation since my parents died, I doubt if I even have any.”

          “Really. Isn’t that interesting.” He said looking her over once more. Bonnie sighed.

          “No it isn’t.” Beckett arched a brow looking at her. “You don’t find me interesting at all. You find me tickling your fancy, which is why you’ve only looked at my face twice and the rest of me since you walked in here.” She said bluntly.

            Beckett half laughed finding her to be quite direct, “On the contrary, I find more then just your physical beauty attracts my attention dear girl. Not many would try such a daring attempt at escape and would simply submit to their fate. Especially when it was only 90 days in the stockade, as I understand it, and not execution. An act like yours could easily escalate your sentence.”

          “When the cost to feed prisoners gets to be far to great, it’s simply better to execute them regardless of their crimes to empty the dungeons and reduce the loss of money. That’s just good business isn’t it.” She said looking at him darkly.

            Beckett smirked slightly arching his brow once more, “Yes, it is.”

          “That’s what they told me at the gate when I was waiting for my brother on his release date. He was incarcerated on the charge of disorderly conduct for 30 days in the stockade. When he didn’t come to the gate, the guard said the East India Trading Company had most of the prisoner population executed . . . the cells were over crowded, and the East India Trading Company felt that it was far to expensive to feed so many prisoners . . . and felt it was needed to cut costs. My brother never came out of the stockade.”

          “So I’m your sworn enemy?” He said in a playful voice. Bonnie narrowed her eyes that he seemed to be taking the death of her brother, the only family she had and the one person who had meant more to her then the world itself, so lightly.

          “I found it better for my survival simply not to tangle with the East India Trading Company . . . and to stay away from the fort and all those who were involved with it.” She said revealing why she had tried to escape.

          “Then perhaps you shouldn’t have been starting trouble to begin with.” Beckett said pointing out the charge she had been brought in on.

          “You can’t always stay out of trouble, and you can’t run from everything.” She countered. “Even you would know that.” She said in a tone that pointed to his class.

            His fiendish smile returned. “Like brother like sister, hmmm?” Looking at her for another moment he glanced at her hair noting the fiery color that showed through even though it was dirty and not purely red. She also had blonde hair or some other such color.
It really was difficult to tell. Who knew the last time she was properly groomed. “I think you and I will continue this conversation in more comfortable surroundings. Mr. Mercer.” He said calling the attention of his second in command. Another, older more weather and meaner looking man stepped into the cell beside Lord Beckett.

          “Yes sir.” He said starring at the girl with an almost soulless glare. Bonnie looked at him feeling a chill go down her spine.

          “See that this young lady is properly groomed and dressed before this evening. She will be joining me for dinner.” Then he turned and left the cell. Mercer stepped forward looking at Bonnie, and even though she didn’t mean to she shrunk a little almost wishing the ground would open up and swallow her. Mercer snapped and two guards came in unlocking her shackles and grabbing her by the arms as the drug her out of the cell, Mercer flowing after them.

Supper

            Beckett stood starring into his fireplace sipping a bit of Cherri as evening came. The table was set for dinner and the candles were being lit. Just then a knock came to the door. Without moving or looking from the fire he called out, “Yes.”

            The door opened and Bonnie was escorted into the room, her hands still shackled together but her appearance had changed completely. Beckett turned to see just how much it changed and arched a brow to see how lovely she looked. Her hair had been washed and seemed to curl naturally, having had silver barrettes placed in it to keep it back from her face. It was the most lovely color of Strawberry Blonde that glistened in the Candlelight. Her skin was fair and her features were as beautiful as could be, not a speck of dirt or stain anywhere on her person having been washed and scrubbed from head to toe. Even her teeth had been gone over down to the last crevice as was instructed and were now white. She must have been keeping them well herself, otherwise they wouldn’t have been so lovely now. Her lips were of the most lovely rose color and there was even a slight blush to her cheeks. It seemed natural without any help of paint or makeup. He would have to explore that a bit later. She was so young, it would easily be natural.

            The dress she wore only complimented her natural beauty, now if only she smiled it would finish the beautiful picture she made and complete the portrait. Pure perfection. Instead there was a glare and clinched jaw in it’s place. “I don’t think those will be necessary, will they Bonnie?” He said with half a smile referring to her shackles. The guard took his key and removed them from her wrists and Beckett waved for him to go stand guard outside the door.

            Once the door closed, Lord Beckett smiled charmingly at the young woman. “You look absolutely stunning Miss Rhett.” He complemented as he looked her over rather pleased with the job that had been done on her grooming. Bonnie was irritated with the entire situation, and sighed crossing her arms.

          “Well?” She said impatiently. Beckett looked up at her not certain what question she wanted an answer for. Bonnie wasn’t a babe, nor was she daft. She’d seen the look in a mans eye before, and she could see the lust shining in Beckett’s eyes when he looked at her. “Am I to remove my clothes or simply hoist my skirts.” She said plainly.

            She was blunt, and straightforward. Beckett starred into her eyes for a moment a bit stunned at her words before a slight smirk crossed his face. “I see. You feel as though you have been dressed and brought to me for the sacrifice do you.” Taking the last swallow of his Cherri, he put the empty glass down and looked at her again. “And what if you have, hmm?” He walked towards her casually. “How completely unpleasant would that be for you? To sit at a fine table, beautifully dressed in warm and safe surroundings, to have a hot meal of some of the finest foods brought from all over the world . . . to spend the night in the bed of the most powerful man in the Caribbean.” He stopped standing before her looking into her eyes. “Does that really sound like such a terrible arrangement when you could be spending your original sentence in the stockade . . . or worse, face the gallows for assaulting soldiers of the kinds navy, and attempting to escape?”

            Bonnie looked into his eyes feeling a little weak and frightened. Something about this man seemed to be pure evil. When he looked into your eyes you could feel the pressure he put on you to bend to his will squeezing your chest until you couldn’t draw a breath, and your heart seemed to twist around trying to beat. “I’m . . . I’m not a plaything.” She said barely able to speak the words.

          “My dear Miss Rhett . . . I never said you were.” He said with a smile, “I do believe dinner is ready, and we don’t want it do get cold. Shall we?” He said holding out his hand towards the table that had been set. Bonnie felt herself unable to move right away, her feet seemed frozen in place. She wanted to run, but where would she run to? Smiling a bit more he could see that he had properly intimidated her for the moment and reached over taking her by the arm to lead her to the table. Bonnie stood up a bit straighter refusing to show him that she was frightened at all and clinched her jaw walking to her seat.

Test of Wills

            There was a dead silence hanging in the air as Beckett gazed at Bonnie sitting next to her on the lounge, leaning back with a glace of port in his hand rather comfortable in the surroundings. Bonnie however, was sitting on the other end of the same couch, sitting up straight stiff as a board starring into the fire refusing to look at the man whose intentions were rather clear and was nothing more then a predator and she his pray.

            Taking one more sip of his wine, he set down his glass on the table behind the touch and slid a bit closer to Bonnie. His fingertips traced over her shoulder around the back of her neck caressing her skin as if she were his to caress. Her entire body tensed at his touch and she felt her skin crawl slightly as her eyes stared at the smoldering timbers in the fire.

            Beckett leaned closed and pressed his lips against the soft skin of her neck, as if savoring her taste. As if he was pleased with her flavor, his hands moved to her sides and moved slowly around her waist. “You are quite lovely you know.” He whispered into her ear pulling her against him.

          “You did not have enough to eat for dinner, you intend to have me for your desert.” She said feeling goose bumps on her arms and a sick feeling turn in her stomach the more he touched her.

          “I have more refined tastes then sweetmeats after an evening meal.” He said as he pulled her tighter against him kissing her other shoulder as his hands moved down over her stomach firmly before starting their greedy accent back upward towards her bosom. She was starting to panic slightly hating the way his breath felt on her skin, and the way his hands moved over her as if they had a right to do so.

            Bonnie closed her eyes tight swallowing the lump in her throat hoping she was having a horrible nightmare, and that if she just realized she was dreaming that she would wake up from it startled. But when she opened her eyes, she was dismayed to find she was still starring into the fireplace, and in the hands of a man who intended to have her. As soon as his fingertips grazed her chest, Bonnie could sit still for this behavior no longer and she quickly snapped her arms upward to push his away from her and to stand from where she sat.

            Apparently, Beckett had been anticipating her movement, having been watching her reactions and noting the way her breathing changed and her body language. He caught her wrists in his hands and clutched them tight, forcing her to stay seated in his arms.

          “I would have been disappointed if you didn’t put up a little bit of a fight.” He said with a bit of a taunting tone. It irritated Bonnie and she started to struggle trying to get free, but he simply held tighter to her wrists forcing her back down into her place once more.

          “It is the devil himself who would not take no for an answer!” She protested trying to get free again only to find that he was still stronger then she was somehow. “To think that this were a game or child’s play when I am giving you my denial!” She cried. He just chuckled slightly as he watched her struggle in his arms.

          “Devil or not, denying me is not on the table as an option.” After a moment he pushed one of her hands out of the way before she could get it into a position to strike him or to use it to get herself free from his grasp, and reached up grabbing her jaw. Turning her face towards his, consuming her mouth in an almost ferocious kiss. Bonnie was horrified and tried to pull away but he quickly wrapped his arms around her pulling her against him laying her back against the couch so that there was no retreat. She screamed into his mouth, but the sound was drowned out as he kissed her again.

            Bonnie turned her face away with her eyes closed refusing to let him kiss her again breathing hard trying to catch her breath. Beckett looked at her breathing a bit deeply himself a grinned seeing the deep red color to her cheeks. “So . . .” He said as his eyes glanced at her bosom that heaved against her bodice with each labored breath, “It’s the devil himself that strikes your fancy is it?”

          “I swear I’ll kill you if you continue on in your playing!” She cried keeping her face turned away and her eyes closed tight. Beckett looked at her for a moment studying her face before he grinned.

          “This is a new experience for you isn’t it.” He kept his firm grip on her making sure that she couldn’t get free and that her body was pressed firmly against his. “I shall be your teacher and school you in the finer arts of pleasurable company.”

          “There is nothing pleasurable about your company you slimy git!!” She yelled as she reached over her head grabbing a candle stick off the table behind the touch and smacking him across the back of the neck with it. It was just enough to stun him but not enough to knock him out. Dropping the candle stick she slipped out from underneath him and intended to run for the door. However, he reached out and grabbed the back of her skirts, causing her to trip and fall down face first on the rug.

          “You are a wildcat aren’t you.” Beckett said rubbing the back of his neck keeping a firm hold on her skirts. “Not that I expected anything less from you.”

          “LET ME GO!” She cried. “I’ve no interest in being your whore!” She tried to kick her feet but it was no use. Her petticoats twisted around her ankles keeping them from striking out at her target.
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