The Ship

Chapter 6

This chapter is the rewritten chapter 6. It is still from the Captain’s POV, but this time it is much longer as well. Please let me know what you think.

How could she know such things, where’d she hear that? She had to see in the drawers! Nobody has ever

entered those drawers without me knowin’ it, never! This wench, she ain’t gona get away with this. They private

drawers, that’s why they locked! I ought to beat the shit outta her! That’s just what I’m gona do!

“So you was lookin’ in them drawers!” I grabbed her by the shirt collar pulling her towards me, nearly

lifting her up. Penny just stared at me with rage. Her eyes looked as if they were darting bullets of lightening

out. “Well are ya gona answer me!” I said furiously.

“Not until you answer me!” Penny responded. She barely struggled; she just stared with those bolting big

eyes. She was trying, trying harder and harder to make me angrier. She was testing me as usual; I’m tired of her

testing me!

“Those are private!” I said pushing her away. “You thief! You whore! You-”

“Then it must be true then! They left you, because of your cruel dark heart!” She snapped cutting me off. She

walked away pulling her breeches up. She made the mistake of turning around.

I kicked her hard in the ass forcing her to the floor onto her face. She pushed me far too hard. I went to

grab her again when she quickly turned and kicked me behind the knees catching me off guard. “ Bitch!” I yelled.

She kicked again this time causing me to fall to the floor. She quickly got up and ran away from me, for she

had not just kicked me in the leg and she had more time to get away.

“Oh little girl I am beginning to enjoy this!” I said demonically. I was up again and going towards her. All

of a sudden Penny was running right at me, she hit me full force knocking me to the floor again. How the hell

did she do that, I ain’t think she got that much strength in her. Her hands were around my neck, I think she

was trying to strangle me.

“Just kill me little bitch, just do it it!” She kept trying but wasn’t even holding tight enough to do much.

It was entertaining, so I thought I’d let her try a little harder.

“Ha ha, you ain’t got nothing feisty whore!” Suddenly she grasped even tighter, this time she was really

strangling me. I wasn’t able to speak. I flipped over rolling her under me, holding her down as she grabbed

tighter and tighter. She kept fighting me, she somehow managed to roll over again, and we were rolling along the

cabin floor, suddenly we hit a big wave and both of us rolled again. It was like a child wrestling match, and it

was going nowhere, her grip on my neck kept tight, she wouldn’t let go.

On top of her again I finally was able to pry her tight hands off me, and slam them to the ground. Penny

couldn’t move at all, though she tried. “Get off!” she yelled and squirmed. I couln’t help but laugh at the poor

struggling thing. “You ain’t ever gona give up are ya little lady, ha ha.”

“Never!” She spit. I just rolled my eyes at her. “Now how did this all begin? Ah right, you trespassed!” I

said quickly remembering thrusting her off the ground by one arm. “You trespassed, and ya gona be punished for

it!” I said dragging her over to my bed. “Why do u lie to yerself you bastard! You had a wife and she left you!

Just say it!” She said struggling as I pulled her to the bed. “It ain’t true, and it ain’t none of yer

business, even if it were!” I said throwing her on the bed. “What the fuck else could you possibly do to me,

bastard! Haven’t I got enough welts on me, fucker!” Penny snapped. “Who says I was gona add welts, little girl!”

She was a whore and I was gona give her just want she wanted. “I know just what ya need,” I said to her.

“That’s what you think!” she said getting up off the bed. I had not been holding her down, so she quickly got

up when she realized what I was going to do to her. “Oh I’m tired of chasing you around woman!” I really was,

the woman was tiring me out. Why the hell couldn’t she just take what she deserved? “Just come get what ya well

deserve!” I demanded. I gave her the chance to listen for once, just once, just to see if she would. It was my

turn for testing. “No!” she said from across the cabin. She headed for the door, just to find it locked from the

outside. “Asshole!” she snapped at me. “Aww poor thing, locked all alone in the cabin with her Captain!” I said

sarcastically. “You ain’t my captain!” she snapped. “Oh but you forget, ya be on my ship!” I decided to

continue to watch to see what she would do next. I sat on my bed watching and waiting as she paced back and

forth, and tried to find ways out.

“Oh Penny, just get over here!” I said a little more impatiently. She stopped her pacing and glared right into

my eyes. I thought perhaps by using her name she might be more inclined to listen. Guess not. “Ya want me come

and get me!” she said. Oh this one really liked to test. She was more stubborn than any man or woman I’d ever

met.

“Oh ya sure are a stubborn one. But see ya can’t get out, no matter what ya do, and I got time to wait. Ya

ain’t getting outta this cabin until I be finished with ya.”

“I say ya are finished with me!” she replied in a mimicking tone.

I continued to play her game and waited for several more minutes. It didn’t appear that anything was going to

happen, but I still waited. Although my patients were drawing very thin. I sat on the bed and she paced back and

forth for a little longer. Finally she sat against the door out.

“Ya bored yet missy?” I said annoyed. Of course she ignored me as a stubborn wench would. Her stubborn

attitude was getting’ to me in ways that I ain’t able to understand. While she sat at that door and sulked I got

a good look at the woman, she was beautiful. But I ain’t gona let that fool me, she still a wench, she still

trespassed, and she still gona get punished severely for it.

“Alright woman, I’ve had it get over here now!” I was tired of waiting, I’d give her a chance, a chance she

ain’t deserve in the first place, and I’ve had it!

“No!”

“Ahh!” I got up and went towards the door, grabbed some rope I had in the cabin on the way and went to get

her. Of course she bolted again.

“Get over here!”

“Never!”

“Woman!”

“Don’t you woman me!” She said right as I went to grab her, she ducked and went to go under my grasp, but she

ain’t do it fast enough. I grabbed her by the legs and dragged her body back to the bed, as she struggled with

everything she had. In the process of dragging her over to the bed she flailed and almost escaped. I grabbed her

last leg before she released it, pulled her towards me and picked her up throwing her again on the bed.

“Now quit moving!” I shouted, holding her down. She kept struggling. I held her down with my one arm. She kept

fighting until finally she stopped. She had put up such a fight I was nearly out of breath. Being out of

breath, and looking away, I didn’t pay attention to her using her free hand to undo my breeches. Before I knew

it her hand was circulating between my legs.

“Hey what ya doing!” I said slapping her hand away. She kept coming back with it, no woman had touched me in

years, t’was a feelin’ I forgot. I kept slapping her hand away, until my mind lost itself in the feeling. I had

released her from my grasp as she continued to fondle me. She was now to the side of me and pushed me down as

her other hand continued giving me a hand job. I could feel my breeches being pulled down, in fact I think I

helped, but my mind was so shambled I ain’t able to be sure. Damn Penny t’was good at what she’d been doing.

She distracted me well. I could feel her breath as she moved down my chest. She had pushed up my shirt and was

feeling my chest. Her hand slowly went down my body to my member. It felt as if she let her tongue touch me

just so, that it send chills up my spine. Suddenly she stopped, and moved off the bed. I hadn’t noticed my eyes

were closed, until I went to look at her, and get up.

“What the fuck!” My hands and feet were bound to either end of the bed. I tried to move but couldn’t. I tried

to release my hands and feet from those knots. They wouldn’t budge. My breeches were down at my ankles, and my

shirt was up by my face. “Penny!” I yelled as loud as I could.

“Yes my dear Captain,” she responded very mischievously, with a dark smile on the other side of the cabin, as

she paced teasingly.

“Untie me now!” I demanded.

“I don’t think so…” she continued in her teasing way.

She distracted me so well I ain’t even notice she held onto the ropes I was gona use on her. Damn it! How the

fuck did I let her do this, fuck!” I also ain’t noticed she had taken the key from around my neck, until I saw

her going to unlock the drawers.

“Woman, you stop there now! Ya best not go any further there! Give back that key!” I said as I tried to get out.

“Aww… poor Captain what’s wrong, in a bit of a shamble, a little tied up?” She said condescendingly. She went and opened the first drawer.

“Get me out!”

She opened the drawer slowly just so she could piss me off more. She ignored everything I said as she walked

about the drawer turning and moving in as many provocative ways as she could. Damn she was good, oh but she was

sure in for it now!

“Now Captain, if that’s what ya are, you and I are going to sit, well you get to lie there, and wait, wait

until you tell me exactly what I want to hear. And if ya don’t I have several things I can use to help with your

speaking.” Penny said promisingly.

Shit, she had access to everything I used on her, and I wouldn’t put it past her to find something new. The

one thing that worried me the most, was the belt, it was on the floor by the table where I’d left it. Fuck!

“I ain’t got anything to tell bitch!” I snapped.

“Oh I think ya best watch yer tone, mister!” she replied in a tone I’d given her.

“What the hell ya gona do to me, wench! Ya ain’t got the strength to touch me!”

“Oh is that so? Now who’s the one who is tied up right now? Oh that’s right, you…the one and only Captain.”

“Ya ain’t gona dare to do such a thing!” I said.

“Oh are ya so sure…” she said walking over to where the belt on the floor was.

There were many things in those drawers that I ain’t want her touching, things that were private, things

about

the past, that I ain’t want to think about. She couldn’t of possibly tied the ropes so much I ain’t able to get

out. As she looked through the drawers I moved some trying to loosen the ropes. They weren’t getting any loser.

“Ah this is nice, such a lovely necklace, was it hers? Or what about this broach, or ooh what is this? A gold

watch, how lovely! Yer’s or yer son’s?” She had brought the things over to me, she was wearing the necklace, she

had the broach in her hand, and she was attaching the pocket watch to her breeches.

“Put them back! They ain’t yers!” I demanded

“Oh but I think they are lovely, I think I’ll keep them.”

“Pirate!” I yelled.

“Well this is a pirate ship ain’t it? And you really ought to watch yer tone there.” She replied.

“And if I don’t, you ain’t gona do anything!”

“No? I will make a yer life a living hell!” She said as she walked over to the belt on the ground again.

“Ya already have bitch!”

“Oh good, then I shall continue!” she said. Why had I said that, damn it. I was letting the wench get to me!

“Now tell me who these belong to?” she said as she ran the belt down my side teasingly. I moved some trying to

get away from the belt, mistakenly moving somewhat onto my side.

“Apparently you, my lady,” I said sarcastically, just to feel the belt lightly whip the side of my ass.

“Let me rephrase, who did it belong to?”

“None of yer business wench!” She whipped the belt a little harder. I wanted to cringe but refused to let

myself do so.

“You lie!” she said as she walked away back to the drawer. She looked through the next drawer and found a

ring. “Oh this looks nice, looks like a wedding ring? Oh look there’s another? I should have looked at these

things better earlier. So these must belong to your wife and yourself. Let me guess, she threw the ring at ya

when she left you?”

Penny was pushing all the wrong buttons. I kept trying not to let her get to me. I ain’t gona let her get to

me, I kept telling myself. I could feel my face growing redder and redder, with every word she said. I could

feel myself growing angrier with each movement she made. I had to find a way to get the ropes off, so I could

put the bitch back in her place.

“Oh a little toy dradle? How interesting, must have been your son’s then. Oh I had not seen this portrait

before. Is it your son? Did he leave with your wife? I don’t know how anyone could bare to be with you!” she

said walking back over to me.

“It ain’t nobody’s and it ain’t nothing at all, put all the damn things back!” I was so angry I thought my

head would explode. How the hell could this wench of a woman come up with so many assumptions just by looking

through a bunch of things? It ain’t possible, she had to of talked to someone, anyone, but who? Nobody knows,

unless she was talkin' to the quartermaster, never, he would never tell her such things, he hates her, I hate

her!

“Still lying to yourself, how awful, what a horrible way to live, all a lie, all a big horrible lie, you-“

“Shut up! Shut your mouth woman!”

“I have a name!” she shouted swinging the belt again.

“Woman! When I get out of these knots I’m gona b-“

“Oh I think you’ve already accomplished that one, bastard!” she said cutting me off. She swung the belt again

striking the side of my ass. I could feel the burning welt where she kept hitting.

“This childish revenge ain’t gona get ya anywhere!”

“Oh ya don’t think so?” she said grabbing my dick and pulling it. She pulled it from the side, forcing me to

move even more on my side. If I could move on my side there had to be a way to get out of these ropes. “I think

you better flip over the rest of the way,” she demanded.

"Ha ha ya think I’m gona listen to a little girl like you?” I said.

“Yes.. .I do…” she responded pulling more on me. “Now flip the fuck over, I ain’t want to see your evil face!”

I refused to move, yet she pulled hard enough I had no choice, if I wanted to keep myself squeaking like a

little girl. I could feel the knots getting loser. But just then she made them even tighter, she had to tie them

tighter and in multiple knots to make them as tight as she had. I was twisted in an awkward position, with my

entire backside completely exposed. Penny was going to truly get it whenever the hell I got out of these ropes,

so much that she would regret every damn thing she was trying to do.

After she left the bedside, I heard her rummaging through the drawers again. She had made it down to the

third where the portraits were. “Now let’s take a close look at these portraits. I see one of you, no need to

look at that,” she said tossing it to the ground. I could hear part of the frame break. “Here is the one I find

the most curious. A portrait of you, much more clean shaven, and a young boy, can’t be more than eight, who is

it?” she demanded.

“Nobody!” I said.

“Lying again are we? I think he’s your son, good thing he’s gone, no need to have him grow up with the likes

of you, you dark heartless bastard.” She was trying everything in her power make me give in, to make me inferior

to her attempted wrath, but I wasn’t gona let that happen. She brought the portrait over to my view. “Who is

it!” she asked.

“Nobody!” I snapped.

“He has your hair, your eyes, how can you say that!”

“Georgie ain’t my son!” I shouted, not realizing what I said.

“He ain’t your son, yet you say him by name, by a nickname, a name of endearment!”

“It ain’t none of yer business bitch, now untie me!”

“Do you truly think I’m about to untie you when you’re in a mood like this, ha! I’m smarter than that! This

boy, Georgie, he doesn’t look too healthy. In fact he looks as if he might have a sort of fever or something?

Maybe this was painted right before he died. I’m sure you helped him with that one, I certainly wouldn’t want to

stay alive with a father as horrible as you, no reason to live!”

“Ah! Woman ya best shut the fuck up, or I’ll-“

“Oh I think we’ve already made that point!”

How the hell could she know such things, it’s just a portrait? Georgie did die of a fever. He was only

seven. He died two years ago. It ain’t possible for someone to know so much by lookin’ at a portrait. How

could she even know how the hell to find my weakest point. I loved my son; I couldn’t save him, no matter what I

did. He never held on…

Rambled in my thoughts I did not hear her go back over to the set of drawers. “This portrait, was painted

right here at this table, how interesting. She looks like a kind woman, let me guess she left you because you

were an uncaring, unloving man, same reason your son didn’t want to stay alive. You look so stern, oh you

really must loosen up. So stiff, perhaps you had an oar stuck up your ass, or wait maybe you still do!” She said

as she put that portrait in my face. “Tell me about her, what was her name? She looks like a Katherine, or maybe

a Penelope… oh maybe that’s why you hate me so. Elizabeth? Lydia? Sara? Am-“

“Isabella!”I snapped loudly. Why did I just say her name, damn it. I just can’t tolerate this woman anymore! I

can’t move, and I can’t get away from her. Ah!

“Isabella, hmm… Yes I can see that,” she said as she looked at the portrait again. “This ring and necklace

must’ve looked very nice on her, the broach too. Oh look she’s wearing the broach in the portrait. How nice for

a wife. Quite unfortunate she’s gone. Did she leave? Or did you kill your wife…just like you killed your son!”

she said angrily.

“She ain’t my wife, nor ever was!” I bursted out.

“She was!”

“No! no.. no.. never! I kept saying it over and over again. Penny was breaking through my barriers, I ain’t

able to control it. She knew so much, but she only assumed it, but with just about everything she said, she was

right! Georgie died, Isabella left, she.. she- I can’t ain’t thinking about it anymore!

“You are a truly horrible bastard! No wonder everyone hates you, no wonder she hates you!” She responded

furiously.

“NO!” I said as I struggled trying to get out of those damn ropes, trying to grasp and ring the wench’s neck.

I must’ve been loud enough to gather the attention of the crew. The Quartermaster came knocking on the door.

“Captain? Captain is there a problem?” he said.

“Get the fuck out! I said ya ain’t come here no matter what ya hear!”

“But Captain-” he said coming into the door. He saw me tied to the bed, he saw Penny. “Get out!!!” He ran

quickly out locking the door behind him once again. Shit I should’ve let him get a hold of Penny. Now the whole

crew would know. That is unless the Quartermaster was smart enough to follow his duty and say nothing! I swear

if he did I’d kill him with my bare hands.

“Oh even he hates you! But I’m sure the crew would love to hear about this one,” she responded. That’s it,

that’s fucking it, Penny pushed further than any man or woman ever had. I had never been so furious and

humiliated in my entire life! I pulled those ropes with every bit of strength I had, and instead of pulling them

off I pulled the posts of the bed where my hands were tied off. Why hadn’t I thought of this before, why hadn’t

I summoned the Quartermaster earlier. How stupid of me! Finally I was able to free my hands, and then my legs. I

was able to do it quicker than even Penny could respond.

“Give me those!” I said as I was getting up. Penny looked scared to death, good, serves her right! I went

stomping over there, just to remember my breeches were still at my ankles and I tripped and fell on my face.

Penny looking highly amused quickly regained her senses and looked around for an escape, she was stuck, and

there was no way she was getting out. By the time she had been smart enough to think of breaking the window on

the door to stick her hands through, and unlock it, I had gotten up again and was within feet of her. She was

using the portraits to break the glass. I caught her in mid air.

“I said give me those!”I grabbed them and she wouldn’t let go.

“No!” she yelled.

We kept fighting and pulling at those portraits, until we both lost grip of them and they smashed to the

floor, frames and all. I stared down at the portraits as they were cracked through the middle, the frames were

entirely broken. The portraits were not painted on canvas, but on a very breakable surface. Now they were

cracked. Part of the portrait of Georgie was cracked at his ear, and the one of Isabella right through the

middle of her face. I looked down at the portraits in disbelief, and then furiously at Penny who was frozen in

place until I said something.

“Ya didn’t think switching the tables on me was gona last forever did ya!” I said furiously.

“Maybe I did, you cruel heartless bastard. Ya know what? If I were yer wife or child I would left and died

too!” Penny said angrily.

“You bitch!” I shouted as I smacked her hard across the face and onto the floor, unlocked the door from the

inside with a key I had hidden, and stomped out, locking it again. I looked back in the window at the broken

portraits with pieces across the floor and then at Penny. Penny wasn’t movin’. Fuck, I thought to myself. I

looked for another moment, Penny still wasn’t moving. What the hell was I doin, she deserved it, she’ll be fine

later. I wanted to just leave her there but something was pulling me back in. Damn it, what the hell was I

supposed to do! The hit to the floor caused Penny unconscious. She’s made me so mad; she’s tested me way too

much, that wench went way too far over the line, what else would I have done! I wanted to leave her there but I

just couldn’t. There was something about Penny, something…special. She had no fear, no outright fear. My crew

was terrified of me, why wasn’t she? Right at that moment I felt something, something unexplainable. She tested

me, broke me, said and did horrible and stupid things to me, but just something was there…

I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I needed to put her back in her place once and for all, but yet I picked

Penny up and carefully laid her on the bed. She was still breathing but still not moving. I’d think of what to

do with her later. I then went to pick up the broken pieces of the portraits and laid them on the table. Penny

brought out things I never wanted to think about never wanted to remember. She brought out something in me that

I never knew existed. I was still furious with her but couldn’t bring myself to do anything about it. I heard

her begin to stir so I quickly went out the door. As I left I heard her say something, I didn’t hear what. I

just left and locked the door.