The Ship

This chapter is a long one, but it's been awhile so I'd thought to post the first part. The first part of this is in the Captain's POV, then it switches to Penny.... Enjoy....

Chapter 7


As I walked out on deck I noticed the quartermaster took a quick glimpse at me and turned away. Smart he

was. Penny humiliated me and I just ain’t know what to do about it. I have to teach her a lesson, somehow…

The crew was at work as they should be and I made my way up to the wheel. I looked around and the crew was

givin’ me curious looks.

“What ya all doin! Get to work!” I heard a snicker from one of the crewmen. “What are ya laughing at Todd! I

said rushing towards him.

“Oh nothin’ sir, nothing at all!” he replied quickly.

“Ah ya lying to me, and ya best stop yer laughin’!”

“Ye...Yes sir.”

“Yes Captain, its yes Captain to ya!”

“Ah...ye...yes captain, sorry captain, won’t happen again Captain” He replied cautiously.

“Good…Now get to work!” I shouted at him. I was in no mood for insubordinate crewmen.

The rest of the crew still looked like they was up to something. They couldn’t possibly know. They best

not know. I was still very angry but I couldn’t stop thinking about Penny. There she was lying on my bed, to

wake up with a very large headache. I shouldn’ t of cared, after all she did deserve it, but I was feeling

guilty. Why? I ain’t supposed to feel guilty, emotions hardly exist to me…
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Ooh oww, ooh, I could feel the lump on my head from where I hit the floor. What a horrible man I said to

myself. Wait, did he-what? That’s right the captain put me here on the bed, I noticed when I woke up for a

moment before he left. He…did he, does he have a soft side after all? I think I succeeded, I got revenge, well

somewhat, and I found it all out. He told me things without really telling them to me, and all I had to do was

pry a little.

I looked outside to notice it was dark out. I must’ve been out for awhile. The spilled food all over the

ground was cleaned up, I was laid nicely here on the bed. What is going on? Oh the captain he’s gona want

some revenge, oh he is. I ain’t want to let it be easy, or maybe I brought out his soft side out enough that

he won’t be so cruel.

But the portraits, the Captain’s past. What did he say their names were…Oh yes Isabelle and Georgie. Is it

the past that made the captain so cruel? It had to be. His son, he died, how awful. What happened to his wife?

It seems she left, but he didn’t say he just got all mad. Is she the cause of his hate for women? What could

she have possibly done?

I thought on it all some more and continued to connect everything together. The clothes he gave me, they had

to be his wives. No true sea-fearing wife of a pirate would be wearing dresses, those breeches and shirts had

to be hers. No wonder they fit me, they were made for a woman, one close to my size.

I slowly got up off the bed. It was soft, very soft; I could sleep in it all day. It’s much better than the

hammocks the crew gets or the prison cell. As I slowly got off the bed I could feel by body aching but not

nearly as much as it was, thankfully, or perhaps I was just too focused on the huge bump on my head. I walked

over to the table and looked at the pieces on it. Suddenly I felt an urge of guilt. I hadn’t realized how

broken the portraits were. The captain must’ve placed them on the table, but he hadn’t taken the time to try

and put them together. Most of the broken pieces were the pieces of the frame. However there was a piece of

the portrait missing on the portrait of Georgie. I decided to look around some to see if I could find it, and

place it in its rightful place.

I couldn’t believe that those portraits broke, I didn’t think they could. The guilt was overpowering. I had

found the Captain’s secrets and they were broke because of it. I wished there was some way of fixing them. Now

that I knew so much about the captain, I wondered if anyone else on his ship new about his past. I found the

piece missing by the door out. I peered through the window to see if I could see anything or hear anything. It

was dark out and I could not make out much. I heard voices but nothing understandable. I put the piece on the

table and began to put them back together the best I could see. There were not too many pieces; however the

ones of the frame pieces were the most broken. Suddenly the image of the Captain’s face when he saw those

broken portraits came to me. I could not say what it was at the time, for my emotions had taken over my

thinking. All I felt I could do was fight him and say horrible things. But as the image came back to me I

could see it. It was a face of sadness, guilt, and then serious fury. Just the thought of it all and the whole

situation made me feel guiltier than ever before. The Captain must be furious, he should’ve left me there on

the ground, yet he didn’t. I wonder why didn’t he just leave me there or just throw me overboard.

I could hear the captain’s voice in close distance. He was probably on his way back to his cabin. If he was

still furious, he would sure give me what he felt I deserved. And then with my guilt I thought, well he

should, I’m a horrible person! My stomach was turning to knots at the thought of not knowing exactly what he

was planning to do to me next. I was already in pain from earlier, the pain was too much to just go away,

it’s been hours, or was it days? I had lost track of how long I had been on that ship, how long I had been in

custody as a prisoner. I thought how long had I been out to see? The captain was right outside the door; he

would come in at any moment. I wanted to go back and pretend I was sleeping in hope he would not bother me,

but that was pointless, it would just be putting off whatever he had in mind for me off longer. I really

didn’t think I could handle any more, but I also felt that I should just get it over with.

“Hey, git away from there!” came in the captain, seeing that I was over by the portraits.

I jumped at the sound of his voice, but the rest of me wouldn’t move. The knot in my stomach was so tight I

could hardly breathe.

“What ya think ya doing? Ain’t ya think ya’ve done enough!” the captain said angrily.

“I- I’m- I’m-“ I tried to say.

“Yer what? A bitch!” he said crossly.

I didn’t know what to say. He was right, but yet from what I knew of the captain he wasn’t any better. He

was just cruel hearted. I had stopped down to his level, and now I was going to pay for it.

“Yes..sir.. I am-“ I said hesitantly. I knew he was right, maybe he wanted me to respond that way. I just

didn’t know.

“Yes sir! I believe the term is yes Captain!” he said snappishly but angrily.

“Yes Captain, I’m, I’m sorry.” I responded.

“Not sorry enough! Get over to the bed, now!”

It was time, the time where the captain would get exactly what he wanted, and give me exactly what I

deserved. I just could not deal with anymore. I tried to think of a way to talk myself out of whatever he was

going to do next. But I just could not think of anything.

“Captain I really am sorry,” I said as apologetically as I could. It didn’t make a difference he grabbed my

arm and brought me over to the bed without a word or even looking at me.

“Seeing that ya be awake and movin’, I think it be time you get what ya deserve, and without any complaint,”

He said firmly as he pushed me into a sitting position. I didn’t even have the urge to fight him.

“Captain I-“

“Strip now,” he said cutting me off.

“What?” I said.

“I say ya best strip, take them clothes off, now!” he said impatiently.

“Captain is this really necessary? I’m not even fighting you?” I asked him still hoping something might

change or I might find some way out.

“Yes! Ya gona make me take them off for ya?” He responded with mean look.

“No, but-“

“Now! And ya best not think about running, cuz it ain’t workin! The Quartermaster is on call, so ya best

not try something stupid!” he demanded.

“But-“

“Now!” he responded as he was getting more irritated. He wasn’t holding me down or forcing the clothes off

me, he was just demanding them off. I knew it wouldn’t do me any good if I kept arguing, so I just gave in,

and began to take my shirt off. I didn’t have the energy to fight him anymore, and because of it he was

getting what he wanted. Damn it!

“Ya better move faster woman, I ain’t got all night.”

“Oh yer so impatient!” I snapped at him.

“Really?” he said demonically as he grabbed me by the chin and gave me a look that could almost burn a hole

right through me and made me want to sink into a hole and never come out, then shoved my chin away. I

resignedly pulled of the rest of the clothing I had been wearing.

“Now lay down on yer back there, with yer knees bent up,” he continued to demand.

I made a large sigh but listened anyway.

“I said ya ain’t to complain!” he said as he slapped my face.

“I didn’t!” I snapped at him.

“Sighin’ is complaining, and I said ya ain’t to complain, and ya best not speak outta turn again!” he

snapped back. By this time I knew better than to ask him what would happen if I did, so I lay in silence

hoping for lesser pain, he tied a rope partially around where my knees bent, and demanded I put both my hands

behind my knees where they bent, and then he tied my hands there too. I was tied with my knees bent and my

hands tied behind my knees, leaving me no way to move in any good way, I tried.

“Ya ain’t move without permission ya understand!”

“Yes sir, I mean yes Captain.”

Just as I had said that, he pulled my legs to the edge of the bed, forcing my whole body to move to the

edge of the bed and he flipped me over onto my stomach, then he pushed me more onto the bed. In the position

my arms were pinned to my side, my knees bent against the bed and my ass fully exposed in the air. It was the

most uncomfortable position I’d ever been in.

“Captain, could you at least let me lay flat?” I begged.

“No! Now ya think ya so smart, do ya know the alphabet missy?”

The alphabet, why on earth would he want to know if I knew the alphabet, of course I knew it, but why would

he care?

“What does it matter?” I asked. Then he spanked my ass.

“Yes or no, Penny?” he asked again.

“Yes sir,” he spanked me again.

“I mean, yes Captain.” I corrected myself.

“Good, tis about time ya be learning some respect, ain’t that right?”

“Yes Captain,” I responded.

“Now ya know the alphabet, so ya best listen carefully. Ya get to say a letter, any letter between A and D.

And what letter ya say, decides what object I be using on that tight ass of yers, ya understand?”

“Yes Captain.”

“Also ya can’t be choosing no order, ya got to go outta order. If ya go in a numerical order, ya get five

extra lashin’s, ya understand?”

“Ye-yes Captain.” This wasn’t going to be easy. Having to pick a random letter and not in the one that goes

before or after a previous letter, with only four letters, is that possible?”

“Good, now-“

“Captain?”

“What is it!”

“Will you be telling what they are?”

“No! Ya stupid girl! Now pick ya first letter!”

“Yes Captain….” I thought on where to begin without messing up an order.

“Well what be ya choice!” he said impatiently.

“Uh..uh.. B, Captain.” I responded hesitantly.

“Ha ha, B it is then,” he said joyfully.

I never felt more anxious before. I couldn’t see what he was using, and I wasn’t allowed to ask. The

anxiety of wondering what it was and when it would strike was horrible. I could hear the Captain walking about

the room. I wanted so much to move and see where he was in the room, but I knew if I did I’d be in far more

pain than was originally intended.

“Ah one other thing before I begin, ya get to count, and ya best not miss a count, because if ya do, what do

ya think is gona happen?”

“I get extra Captain.”

“Good for you.”

That was the last thing he said. He then continued to walk around the cabin, watching me tense up with every

step closer. Every step he came closer he sounded as if he was taking two steps backwards. Even though he

crossed my line of vision, he always held whatever he had out of sight. My body continued to tense. I

couldn’t bear to look at him as he walked past my line of vision, so I closed my eyes….