The boat rocked from side to side, slow and nauseating. I listened to the waves crash against the ship, as I moved to pear out the small circular window, pulling as hard as I could against my chains. From what I could see there was a storm, making the ship toss and turn, the only thing keeping me in place where my chains. I could hear people running above me, back and forth, worried and nervous about something. It wasn't until I saw the island that I realized we were about to crash, then everything just went dark.

When I came to, two men were dragging me from the wreckage onto the beach. The Captain of the ship, was standing in front of me leering. "Good morning, sweetheart." His voice was disgusting, dripping with false kindness, but I knew his true face. I knew it from the many times he came to visit me while I sat in chains, powerless. I glared at him, receiving a blow to the face, "Show some respect, slave." He growled, as I spat blood onto the sandy ground.

That's what I was, a slave, just a faceless woman that pleasured the crew. My chain was reattached to my ankle and fastened around a palm tree, so I couldn't get away. I watched in the hot sun as the crew built makeshift shelters and a signal fire. I was not given water, just left to burn under it's merciless rays of the sun.

When the sun dipped down behind the horizon, I watched the men carefully in the warm glow of the fire. Anthony, the Captain's second in command came towards me, a vicious grin on his face. As he came closer I tried to scoot as far a way as I could, which was not very far due to the chain. As he climbed over top of me, I fought with him until my foot landed squarely in his face. He cussed and spat, backing away and I actually thought I had lucked out, but how wrong I was.

The Captain gripped me by my curly thick hair, and dragged me towards the palm tree I was chained to. Once I was there, he tied my arms around it, ripping the back of my dress to expose my back. He was ranting and raving, lecturing me on how a slave is supposed to behave, then suddenly he struck me across the back with a long stick of bamboo. I cried out above the crews snickers and laughs, screaming for forgiveness as the Captain continued to hit me over and over again. I felt the blood dripping off my back and down the backs of my legs.

I opened my eyes, staring into the jungle. I saw a flash of light in the distance, but it was gone before I could even register what I saw. When the Captain stopped beating me, he ripped my dress off of me, exposing me to the rest. Shouts and hollers of joy were heard, as my body was judged by every crew member. "Your body is all you have, girl." The Captain hissed in my ear, "You better get used to it." He cut the rope that held my hands and threw me to the ground, sand grinding painfully into my cuts. He looked down with me in disgust, as he jammed the bamboo stick into the sand. Every crew member got a turn with me that night.