A Vengeful Lord

[Lisa]

Jack, once again, shoved past Kara making his way out of the galley, and stoped himself before she did again. "Nethin' else ye might wanna know bout luv?" he asked.

[Emma]

Sam woke up in the cell from his disturbing dream. It was very dark, but he could see well enough. The woman, Kara, wasn't in her cell. 'Looks like ol' Jack had his way with the girl,' he thought, 'It was only a matter of time.'

[littlezion]

Kara shook her head. "With that amount of drinks I could just flat out ask him and he would tell me" she laughed a bit as she said it. She took a swig of her rum and followed Captain Jack above deck.

[Lisa]

Jack wondered why she was following him above deck so late at night, but didn't mind much. He walked over to the helm and gripped one of the spokes. "So were ya close wit' yer old cap'n?" He asked, feeling a bit bad that he made her think he killed him earlier.

[littlezion]

Kara nodded. "He'd been my captain for quite some time" she went over to the edge of the ship and looked up at the moon. "I 'ave a question... what happened to the rest of the crew" she almost didn't want to hear the answer.

[Lisa]

Jack looked up at the moon as well. "The crew were all gone, of at the tavern, I'd geuss. The cap'n as well, which is why I hadn't expected ya to be on bored." He felt bad and it was obvious by his tone of voice, but he couldn't admit it.

[Emma]

Beckett leaned up against the bars. The wench was no where in sight. He strained to hear, but there wasn't so much as a giggle or breath to be heard. He sat back against the wall. He could probably break out of this cell in a second if he wanted to, but he had to keep in good sights of Jack. Had his lockpicking kit, but for this rusty lock he would only need a knife, maybe something not even that sophistacated.

[littlezion]

Kara was very relieved to hear that the crew hadn't been harmed. She took another swig of rum and looked down into the sea.

[Lisa]

Jack watched her curiously and took a swig of rum. She seemed a bit mysterious, like himself. Part of him wondered what she was thinking, but another wondered why he cared. He walked around to the other side of her and leaned on the railing stairing at her with an eyebrow raised.

[Emma]

Beckett reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small jar. He began to smear the creamy balm inside it on his burned torso. Though he had recovered for the most part he would never have normal skin on most of his body again. The wrenching pain brought back horrid memories.

"You are a wretched man! You know that right!" An angry redhead screamed, tears pouring down her cheeks, "It's no surprise your mother left you after you had only grown a year! I can't stand you either!" She unclasped a necklace from around her pale neck and removed some bracelets throwing them at Cutler, "Take back your trinkets fiend!" she screamed at last before running for the door.
"Maria wait!" He gripped her arm. She smacked him hard across the neck, but his grip only tightened, "Don't leave me! After all I've done for you!"
"The only thing you've done for me is broken my heart and left me dry!" She reached into the fire and pulled out the tongs bracing them against Cutler's hand.
He let go in a hurry, but the tongs caught on his skin on continued to eat away at his flesh. "Aaaaaaahhhh!" he shreiked ripping them off and consequently tearing away at the skin on his hand and arm.

He shuddered and continued to soothe his aching skin. He never saw Maria again, but he had no love for her now.