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Bittersweet Homecomings	By : JennyPugh Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 3442 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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Usual
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Chapter
seven: ‘So this is what a pirate’s whore looks like?’

Jenny woke with
a start as the coach went down a pot hole and she looked out of the window, shocked
to see the many buildings of London whizzing past as the coach went on its way.

‘We’re almost
there,’ came her fathers voice and she turned and looked at him, not bothering
to hide the contempt in her eyes.
The carriage
slowed to waking pace and people rushed towards it, trying to sell their wares
to the occupants as they went past until Nicholas Boothe pulled down the
shutters, plunging the interior into a dark gloom.

‘Ere we are,’
called the coachman, reining in the horses then jumping down from his bench and
opening the door, helping Jenny down the steps with a smile.
She looked about
the smelly claustrophobic street then focused on the coaching inn that they had
pulled up outside, noting the tatty sign outside depicting a shrub of sorts,
thus giving the inn its name, The Bush. She followed her father, her heart
starting to pound with anticipation, but her hopes were dashed as Boothe and
Hall followed her into the inn.

‘What are they
doing here?’ she enquired, panic starting to set in. With the two of them
there, she would have little or no chance of escaping.

‘We shall have
their company for one more night,’ Henry Marston smiled, noting his daughter’s
distress. ‘They shall see us off in the morning.’ He looked conspiritally at
Boothe, who grinned by return.

‘Oh.’ Her
stomach lurched with fear, wondering what they were up to.

‘Now I have some
business to attend to. I will be back later,’ he addressed Nicholas Boothe,
ignoring Jenny who watched him leave the tavern once again, a pensive look on
her face.

…

Jenny lay awake
for most of the night, listening to the snores of the men as she plotted her
escape, deciding to jump from the carriage they would be travelling in before
it left London, when it slowed enough for her to do so. There was no point in trying
to sneak from the inn. Boothe was sleeping under the window and Hall by the
door, blocking off both means of escape and Jenny was not sure she wanted to be
out in the streets during the early hours in any case.

…

She was still
awake when the men woke one by one but she lay still pretending to be asleep,
hoping to overhear something but no-one spoke, save her father who shook her.

‘Come on, it is
time to go.’

‘What about
food?’

‘Erm… we shall
get some on the way,’ he evaded, not looking at her.

‘No. I am not
going anywhere until I have something to eat,’ she snapped, realising too late
that something was happening behind her. But she was too slow to react
and felt a sharp
pain at the back of her head at the same time as the world went black.

…

Jenny came to in
pitch darkness and panicked before she realised she was in a trunk in a
carriage. She tried to move, but found that her hands and feet were bound by
rope and she had a gag tied tightly around her mouth. She felt the carriage
slow to a stop and muffled voices talk to each other then the truck moved and
she felt it sway as it was carried then put down, none too gently. The lock clicked and Jenny blinked as
daylight hit her eyes and she was picked up by Thomas Hall and placed carefully
on the floor. She cried out at the pain as Henry Marston undid the rope binding
her hands together, but she still lashed out at him, smiling grimly as he
stumbled back with the force of the blow. The smile soon vanished as he meted
out the same treatment, only harder and because her feet were still bound Jenny
fell heavily, crying as her head smacked on the floor.

‘You will soon
learn some manners my girl,’ he warned, wagging a stern finger at her prone
figure, hauling her to her feet as he heard voices approaching.

‘Henry!’

Jenny looked in
shock and horror as Roger Crompton entered the room, leering at her as he
approached.

‘Well, well,
well. The wanderer returns,’ he drawled nasily. ‘So this is what a pirate’s
whore looks like? We’ll just have to see about turning you back into a lady,
won’t we Henry?’

‘Indeed we
will,’ replied Henry Marston, looking decidedly pleased with himself. ‘Is it
all arranged?’

‘Is what
all arranged?’ Jenny demanded, her fear giving rise to her anger. ‘Why have you
brought me here?’

‘Never you mind,
Jenny,’ sneered Crompton, nodding to Boothe and Hall who approached her with
menace in their eyes.

‘No!’ she cried
as they grabbed her arms and dragged her out of the drawing room of Roger
Crompton’s mansion then up the stairs, ignoring the cries of pain as her ankles
knocked against each rung they went up. They took her to a bedchamber and slung
her in, slamming the door shut and locking it behind them. Jenny lay on the
floor for a few moments, crying tears of pity before untying her feet and
rubbing her ankles gingerly then slowly standing up. She made her way to the
window, screaming in frustration when she saw the iron bars fixed across them,
preventing her escape. She was not stupid, she knew exactly why she was here
and Jenny sat on the edge of the bed in despair, wondering how she was going to
get out of this mess.

…

‘Well Henry, I
must admit I really didn’t think you would find her, let alone manage to bring
her back.’

‘Well the
allowance you gave certainly helped us to grease a few palms. Now, about our
little arrangement…’

‘Yes, yes. I
will have my solicitor draw up the papers tomorrow afternoon. When will
production start?’

Henry Marston
smiled a satisfied smile. ‘They will start digging out the mine as soon as the
papers are signed. It should not take too long before you see a return on your
investment.’

‘Excellent. I
believe a toast is in order.’ Roger Crompton walked to his drinks cabinet and
poured two generous glasses of whisky and handed one to his associate.

‘To successful
business relationships.’

‘Successful
business relationships,’ chimed Marston, clinking his glass against Crompton’s.

…

Jenny shot off
the bed, ready to flee as she heard the door unlock but sank back down when
Crompton entered with his two minions behind him. She had realised, to her
horror, realised that Boothe and Hall were not the bounty hunters that she had
first believed, but his men.

‘I do hope you
are not thinking about escaping. You won’t,’ he goaded, standing before her and
laughing at her disgust when she saw a bulge in his breeches. ‘Oh don’t worry,
I won’t be taking you… yet.’

‘Can I at least
get cleaned up please?’ she asked, feeling dirty and smelly.

‘I will send
some water up to you, you can wash yourself.’

‘Clothes?’

‘I will provide
you with some tomorrow.’ He turned and walked back to the door. ‘Goodnight
Jenny, sweet dreams,’ he laughed, winking at one of the men as he left the
room.

Jenny washed
herself with the cold water provided, choking back the tears as she looked at
the wooden heart and beads still hanging on their lace. She looked around for a
hiding place for them before deciding to tie them to the bed springs, where
hopefully the maids would not clean.

…

She woke in a
panic, feeling hands holding her down and she tried to struggle against them,
but there were too many and they were too strong. As her eyes got used to the
early morning gloom, she could make out the two men pinning her down and
Crompton standing over her holding a beaker in his hand. She clamped her lips
together but hard fingers dug into her cheeks then slapped her when she still
wouldn’t open her mouth. Roger Crompton hit her again and again until she
started to lose conciousness and pressed the beaker against her lips, tipping
it until it ran down her chin, then, with Thomas Hall’s help, he clamped her
mouth together and held her nose so Jenny had no choice but to swallow the
tincture in order to breathe. They repeated the process twice more, each time
being easier than the last as the laudanum started to take effect on her and
she felt very, very tired and the world begin float and become strange.
She was aware of
the three men lifting her off the bed and undressing her but she could not feel
their touch, she could not feel anything. They put her into a pale yellow silk dress
which had a generous skirt and long sleeves then put shoes on her feet. Jenny
felt as if she was floating as the men carried her from the room and down the
stairs to a waiting carriage. The next thing she remembered was standing in
front of a man of the cloth who was looking at her as if she were odd. She
opened her mouth to say something, but she was not aware of any words coming
out, although from the shocked looked on the clergyman’s face, she must have
said something.

‘I-I’m not sure
about this Mr. Crompton.’ The vicar looked at the wealthy landowner
uncertainly. ‘It doesn’t seem very ethical.’

‘Is your parish really
so rich it can afford to turn down my generous purse?’

‘I-I…’

‘Carry on then,’
Crompton ordered, smiling cynically as the vicar of one of the poorer parishes
of London started the marriage service hesitantly, frowning as the woman in
front of him agreed to a marriage she obviously had no control over.

…

Jenny slowly
regained her senses in the room that served as her prison and flinched as Roger
Crompton approached her, a sneering smile on his face as he unbuckled his belt.
She leapt off the bed and raked her nails across his face, trying to push past
him but he was too quick for her.

‘You little
whore!’ He backhanded his wife and jumped on top of her as she fell onto the
bed. ‘You think you can disobey me?’

‘I will get this
marriage annulled, you bastard,’ she spat, trying to hit her head against his
face, but he dodged out of the way.

‘It’s too late for
that. Men,’ he called, remaining on top of her as the reinforcements came in
and grabbed her arms, tying them to the bedposts with some difficulty as she
struggled so much. ‘Do her legs as well, but make sure they are apart,’ he
joked, laughing along with the men. He took out a knife and cut her clothes
from her body, leaving her exposed.

Jenny bucked her
hips again and again so that Crompton could not gain entrance, gasping in shock
as Boothe and Hall held her down, both of them laughing lewdly as Crompton took
her in front of them and she squirmed and thrashed which only served to turn
him on more, so she lay there stock still, bringing back memories of when she
first went aboard The Black Pearl.

‘Move you little
bitch,’ he rasped, squeezing her breasts hard.

‘Never,’ she
hissed, crying out as his hand struck her face once more, adding another bruise
to those already there.

‘Move,’ he
ordered, raising his hand again.

But she refused
to move. Instead, she let her mind drift back to the Caribbean and Jack as he
carried on raping and hitting her until she blacked out.

…

Author’s notes:
I have no idea
what effect laudanum had on people so I took artistic licence.

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