Escape!

Elizabeth was beaten. Sun-burnt, nude, filthy. Her hair was a frizzy mess. She was streaked with grease, dirt and filth. She felt more like an animal then a woman now, let alone a proper lady! Barbarossa had beaten her. She'd got surrender to him, tell him she'd do whatever he wanted.

She stepped onto the deck. Instantly all heads turned. Despite having seen her naked for three days straight, the crew laughed and leered at her. Despite having been exposed for so long, she still blushed and threw her hands over what she could, locking her skinny legs together. She started towards the captain's quarters. Then, she saw it.

Land! There was a small island off a ways. It looked uninhabited, just a small jungle on a sandy speck in the middle of nowhere. That meant escape. Freedom! Before she even was fully aware of her actions Elizabeth found herself running toward the railing.

"Stop her!" Someone called out. It was too late. Elizabeth jumped off the railing, throwing herself overboard. She free fell, limbs wheeling for a long moment, then slammed into the water with a graceless belly flop.

For a moment she sank, the air knocked out of her. Then, **** adrenaline kicking in, she swam to the surface. She gasped for breath. She could hear the pirates yelling. She saw they were already lowering a small boat to pursue her. Desperately she swam, pumping her puny bare limbs harder then she ever had before. The island was about a mile away. It was the longest swim of her life. She finally scrambled onto the shore, falling to the beach in a ungraceful pile. She gasped for breath, gritty sand coating her body.

Then, she **** herself to look up. The raft was just a few hundred yards out, and closing fast. The pirates were chasing her! ****, exhausted and naked she **** herself to rise, running across the beach towards the jungle...