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he is selling me to will be on land, and therefore I will have a small window of opportunity to run. If I’m dead, I won’t get that chance.  
    Hendrix might have scared me, but I’m not about to give up.  
    Not yet.  

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    Hendrix lets me sit on the deck for a moment after the shark incident while he speaks to a group of pirates in the corner. He’s deep in conversation, so I decide to take the risk. He is so sure he’s scared me enough that I won’t try and figure something out. My mind goes to the knives in the kitchen—hell, there’s probably even a gun or two lying around. A shock attack, and I’d have to be careful, but I might be able to get Eric and get into the small boat at the back of the ship. The small boat he doesn’t know I saw while I was sitting here, recovering from the shock scare. It’s there, though, right at the back, just visible. I stand slowly, and very carefully I tiptoe toward the door that leads down to the second level.  
    I hold my breath as I take each step, so sure I will have a gun pressed to my head before I make it down to the last step. I get to the bottom, and slowly turn. He hasn’t noticed. I pick up speed now, moving as quickly as I can down the halls. I get to the first room, and run into it. I don’t pay much attention to the bland wooden walls in the tiny room, or the single bed that looks like it’s seen better days in the corner. I go straight to the drawers beside it, and open them. Come on, there has to be a gun in here somewhere. Not finding one in this room, I run down to the kitchen. I hear voices, and know it’s out of bounds. My heart begins to thump desperately. I have minutes, if I’m lucky. My eyes dart around, and I run to the next room that’s open.  
    I go straight past the single beds—this one has two—and to the drawers. I yank them open, and I begin shuffling through desperately. Come on. Come on . When I find nothing, I stand straight and spin around, only to come crashing into a flabby, big chest. My entire body stiffens, and I lift my face to see an old disgusting pirate, grinning down at me. He’s got thinning grey hair, yellow teeth, and eyes that are a steely blue. He’s awful. My blood runs cold. He’s not giving me an expression that says he wants to hurt me. No, his expression is that of lust.  
    “Well, well, I heard there was a pretty girl on the ship. What’re you doin’ rummaging through my stuff, poppet?”  
    I shake my head, stepping back. “I was…I was just…”  
    “You know how long it’s been since I’ve had a woman?” He grins, showing me rotting teeth.  
    Oh no.  
    What was I thinking, trying to run through this ship alone? I take another step back, but he lashes out and grips me. I try to squirm and fight, but my body is so weak. He spins me around, crushing an arm across my chest. Then he presses a knife to my throat. Oh no, please, God, no. Don’t let this happen. No.  
    “Don’t scream, or I’ll slit it,” he hisses into my ear.  
    Then his hands lower down over my stomach to my shorts. Everything in my world stops, and my entire body is stiff with fear. I can’t move, even though everything inside me is screaming to fight. His hand slips into my shorts, and tears burn my eyes as his knife presses against my throat. I make a choking sound, and I plead with him to stop.  
    “Silence,” he orders.  
    I feel bile rise in my throat as the tips of his fingers skim my panties. My vision begins to blur, and I struggle to find my fight.  
    When his fingers pull at the elastic of my panties, I find that fight. I drive my elbow backwards suddenly, hitting him in the ribs. He bellows and stumbles, crashing into the drawers beside the bed. The knife drops to the floor, and I lunge for it. I wrap my fingers around it, and just as he goes to charge me I drop low, driving it into his leg. He screams, dropping to the floor. Blood runs from his leg, and the knife tumbles from my grip. I feel the