Katherine Hemming
Next Sue, I begin YouJack week. You can still get away. Don't say I didn't warn you.
TITLE: Reborn
CULPRIT: Depprulz So does correct spelling.
SUMMARY: "This is a JacK-OC story, Katherine was a princess and happy ... until that fateful day when her life changed forever..."
BEST LINE: All. Of. Them.
THE VERDICT
It's a short drop and a sudden stop for you.
NAME: Katherine Hemming
EYES: "piercing eyes, turning dark green with anger"
HAIR: "Her hair, under the coating of dried blood and dirt, seemed to be a dirty blonde, in ringlets, though they wee almost unnoticeable by no"
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: none
OH SO SPESHUL POSSESSIONS: none
OBNOXIOUS AND/OR IMPLAUSIBLE ORIGIN: Apparently, she's the princess of Spain.
OBNOXIOUS AND/OR IMPLAUSIBLE CANON CONNECTIONS/AFFILIATIONS: Is going to be Jack's new love.
SOOPER SPESHUL ABILITIES: Uhm, living through being raped, beaten, and whipped regularly by an entire crew of pirates for five months.
THE "PLOT": Pirates attack while Sue is hanging around on the docks and she is captured. The captain takes her and has his way with her for four days. Then he gives her to his crew. They beat, rape, and torture her for five months. Jack attacks their ship and rescues Sue. Some random crewmember named Hank wants to see Sue naked, since apparently being brutally tortured and abused for five months doesn't affect her devastating Sue beauty and allure. Anamaria tends Sue's wounds. Sue dreams about being whipped with a cat of nine tails. It's a special kind of cat of nine tails that only leaves three scratches down one's back.
NOTES: More rape fic. Really, really badly written and formatted rape fic. Really, really badly written and formatted rape fic with constant author's notes. Like this one: "(a/n it’s to long to write Katherine every time so I’ll just write Kat instead.)"
There are no words.
EXCERPT:
This chapter was called 'Dreams of horror'. How fitting.
Hank took Kat to the captain’s cabin and lay here gently on the bed, careful not to touch any of her cuts or bruises, no easy feat, I assure you. Once she was tucked in, Hank began to examine her face, hoping to discover some clue as to her identity. Her hair, under the coating of dried blood and dirt, seemed to be a dirty blonde, in ringlets, though they wee almost unnoticeable by no. Her completion, under the bruises, was tanned, rather unusual for someone kidnapped by pirates (as in she must be rich to be kidnapped in the first place), but Hank disregarded it and moved on to her dress. It was by now a muddy brown color and coated in all dirt and blood possible, but Hank could tell it had once been very fine; in fact, it looked silk, something only bought by the incredibly rich. Just as Hank was looking back at her face again, Ana-Maria burst in holding a bucket of warm water, bandages, rum, and some rags. “Out,” She screamed, shooing him out the door, “But-" “I’m getting her cleaned, that means she will be naked, now OUT!!!” Hank left immediately. As much as he would love to see Kat naked, he didn’t dare face Ana-Maria’s temper, like all the men on the ship. As the saying goes, “hell has no fury as a woman’s scorn!” Don't quote things if you aren't going to quote them correctly please.
Once Hank shut the door, Ana-Maria locked it, not that she didn’t trust the men on the Pearl, she did. It was just that, someone may mistakenly walk into the room by accident and Ana didn’t want to take that chance. Finishing with the door, Ana went over to the bed and began to strip Kat down to her bloomers. (She’s cleaning Kat’s wounds, you dirty people!) So, when people have author's notes all through the text like this, do you think it's a sign that they can't even shut up long enough to write a story? Once that was done, she soaked one of the rags in water and started to clean Kat and her wounds, careful to avoid the deeper cuts and bruises. She was soon finished with her front and rolled Kat over to do her back too. Ana gasped in horror at what she saw, Kat’s back was riddled with scars, snaking down her spine to her bottom, and some looked less than a day old. But what really shocked Ana were the three long red marks, straight across her back, marks of the cat. It's a Cat of Nine Tails. Nine. It's not a cat's claw or something. Nine tails. Nine. Over the initial shock of the sheer number of the cuts, Ana cleaned them off and reached for the rum, to disinfect the cat wounds. When she finally finished, she gently eased one of her own, slightly large shirt onto Kat’s thin frame and tucked her back down, but, as she did so, Kat stirred.
(Kat’s pov) Here we go with this again. Kat woke to the feel of hands, touching her body and feeling her scars. Oh no, she thought, he’s come back for more... maybe if I pretend to sleep, he will get tired and go away? No such luck... the person looming over her was still there, apparently undaunted by her “unconscious” state. Keeping her eyes closed, she felt out her surroundings, discreetly. This is new, she thought, the ground is soft, too soft, I’m in a bed! Surprised by the change in environment, Kat slowly cracked an eyelid; the person looking down on her was... a woman? A woman, a dirty, smelly woman, but a woman!! Oh god, she thought, it’s a trap, they’re trying to make me do something, get with them willingly or something, she cowered to the back of the bed. (Narrators POV) I guess the concept of omniscient third person perspective is a little too advanced for this author... Ana looked at her and noticed she was awake. “Ello girl, I’m Ana, what’s your name?” Ana saw Kat was scared and tried to reassure her... “You’re not on the Rosa anymore; we found you in the brig, bought you over here and blew it sky high. Noticing she was still scared, she tried again...”You’re on the Black Pearl now, and Captain Smith ‘n’ his crew are dead, they won’t urt’ you again, Captain Jack made sure of that.” Kat still didn’t reply, Hmm thought Ana, “Are you a mute?” she asked, Kat nodded, she was too scared to show otherwise. The captain blew up a ship, the navy doesn’t blow up ships with people on them, these must be... PIRATES!!! Oh, no, she thought, not more pirates... She backed away further, and backed into the wall behind the bed, colliding with her most recent cat wound, and almost passed out in pain. Just die already, why don't you? Ana saw the pain and fear in her eyes, and sympathized, “I’ll just leave,” she said, “and let you get some more rest, you know, collect yourself, I’ll send the captain to see you later.” Then she left.
(Kat’s POV) Kat barely heard what Ana said, she was too busy feeling the pain of her wound, all over again. Almost the instant Ana left, Kat passed out and started to dream, of the first time she was whipped with the cat, and the day she gave up the will to fight. *this is Kats dream, I’ll do this every time she dreams about the ship.* Thank you for that completely and totally necessary piece of information that you couldn't have somehow worked into the narrative instead of breaking up the flow of the story to leave a note about it. It was her second day with the crew and they had been complaining of her “unwillingness” to “get with them to the captain. I can just imagine that conversation: "Yo, Cap-dog, what up! That new ho you got won't get with us! That shizzle ain't rizzle! Do your pimp thang!" He decided to do something. Kat was sitting in her cell, throwing dirt clods at her guard and yelling profanities at him. When the captain appeared, the profanities became louder and ruder and the dirt clods were now aimed in the other direction. The captain walked to the cell, reached inside, and backhanded her. Kat shut up and instead glared at the captain with her piercing eyes, turning dark green with anger. The captain glared back, smiling and playing with something behind his back. The guard unlocked the door and grabbed Kats hands to drag her out, but not before she got a good shot in his gut. He pulled her roughly to a table and lay her across it, face down. Hen the captain spoke, “Do you know what this is?” Kat shook her head, eyeing the whip with apprehension. “It’s a cat, a nine tailed whip covered in glass, the East India Company use it to punish and sometimes kill pirates.” “No better than what you deserve, you @#$@%” Kat said, spitting at the captain’s feet. “That remark’s gonna cost ya girly,” he said, and he bought the whip painfully down on her back, imbedding the glass painfully into her back. Kat screamed in pain as she felt the whip burn her back, tears rolled down her cheeks and she silently prayed to god for it to end. The captain whipped her once more and said one thing before he left, “the more you scream, the more strokes you get.” With that, he left, leaving Kat silently crying on the table, almost fainting in pain. The guard shoved her back into her prison and sat on his chair, munching happily on an apple. Kat lay on her side, awake for hours silently crying for what was to come, and what she had left behind.*end* I guess we're supposed to be sad now. *attempts to feel compassion* ... Nope. Not working.
Kat woke with a start and lay on her bed, crying in memory of the pain and torture of that night, the night she stopped talking. Look it's OMG TEH ANGST!!1!one1!!
TITLE: Reborn
CULPRIT: Depprulz So does correct spelling.
SUMMARY: "This is a JacK-OC story, Katherine was a princess and happy ... until that fateful day when her life changed forever..."
BEST LINE: All. Of. Them.
THE VERDICT
It's a short drop and a sudden stop for you.
NAME: Katherine Hemming
EYES: "piercing eyes, turning dark green with anger"
HAIR: "Her hair, under the coating of dried blood and dirt, seemed to be a dirty blonde, in ringlets, though they wee almost unnoticeable by no"
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: none
OH SO SPESHUL POSSESSIONS: none
OBNOXIOUS AND/OR IMPLAUSIBLE ORIGIN: Apparently, she's the princess of Spain.
OBNOXIOUS AND/OR IMPLAUSIBLE CANON CONNECTIONS/AFFILIATIONS: Is going to be Jack's new love.
SOOPER SPESHUL ABILITIES: Uhm, living through being raped, beaten, and whipped regularly by an entire crew of pirates for five months.
THE "PLOT": Pirates attack while Sue is hanging around on the docks and she is captured. The captain takes her and has his way with her for four days. Then he gives her to his crew. They beat, rape, and torture her for five months. Jack attacks their ship and rescues Sue. Some random crewmember named Hank wants to see Sue naked, since apparently being brutally tortured and abused for five months doesn't affect her devastating Sue beauty and allure. Anamaria tends Sue's wounds. Sue dreams about being whipped with a cat of nine tails. It's a special kind of cat of nine tails that only leaves three scratches down one's back.
NOTES: More rape fic. Really, really badly written and formatted rape fic. Really, really badly written and formatted rape fic with constant author's notes. Like this one: "(a/n it’s to long to write Katherine every time so I’ll just write Kat instead.)"
There are no words.
EXCERPT:
This chapter was called 'Dreams of horror'. How fitting.
Hank took Kat to the captain’s cabin and lay here gently on the bed, careful not to touch any of her cuts or bruises, no easy feat, I assure you. Once she was tucked in, Hank began to examine her face, hoping to discover some clue as to her identity. Her hair, under the coating of dried blood and dirt, seemed to be a dirty blonde, in ringlets, though they wee almost unnoticeable by no. Her completion, under the bruises, was tanned, rather unusual for someone kidnapped by pirates (as in she must be rich to be kidnapped in the first place), but Hank disregarded it and moved on to her dress. It was by now a muddy brown color and coated in all dirt and blood possible, but Hank could tell it had once been very fine; in fact, it looked silk, something only bought by the incredibly rich. Just as Hank was looking back at her face again, Ana-Maria burst in holding a bucket of warm water, bandages, rum, and some rags. “Out,” She screamed, shooing him out the door, “But-" “I’m getting her cleaned, that means she will be naked, now OUT!!!” Hank left immediately. As much as he would love to see Kat naked, he didn’t dare face Ana-Maria’s temper, like all the men on the ship. As the saying goes, “hell has no fury as a woman’s scorn!” Don't quote things if you aren't going to quote them correctly please.
Once Hank shut the door, Ana-Maria locked it, not that she didn’t trust the men on the Pearl, she did. It was just that, someone may mistakenly walk into the room by accident and Ana didn’t want to take that chance. Finishing with the door, Ana went over to the bed and began to strip Kat down to her bloomers. (She’s cleaning Kat’s wounds, you dirty people!) So, when people have author's notes all through the text like this, do you think it's a sign that they can't even shut up long enough to write a story? Once that was done, she soaked one of the rags in water and started to clean Kat and her wounds, careful to avoid the deeper cuts and bruises. She was soon finished with her front and rolled Kat over to do her back too. Ana gasped in horror at what she saw, Kat’s back was riddled with scars, snaking down her spine to her bottom, and some looked less than a day old. But what really shocked Ana were the three long red marks, straight across her back, marks of the cat. It's a Cat of Nine Tails. Nine. It's not a cat's claw or something. Nine tails. Nine. Over the initial shock of the sheer number of the cuts, Ana cleaned them off and reached for the rum, to disinfect the cat wounds. When she finally finished, she gently eased one of her own, slightly large shirt onto Kat’s thin frame and tucked her back down, but, as she did so, Kat stirred.
(Kat’s pov) Here we go with this again. Kat woke to the feel of hands, touching her body and feeling her scars. Oh no, she thought, he’s come back for more... maybe if I pretend to sleep, he will get tired and go away? No such luck... the person looming over her was still there, apparently undaunted by her “unconscious” state. Keeping her eyes closed, she felt out her surroundings, discreetly. This is new, she thought, the ground is soft, too soft, I’m in a bed! Surprised by the change in environment, Kat slowly cracked an eyelid; the person looking down on her was... a woman? A woman, a dirty, smelly woman, but a woman!! Oh god, she thought, it’s a trap, they’re trying to make me do something, get with them willingly or something, she cowered to the back of the bed. (Narrators POV) I guess the concept of omniscient third person perspective is a little too advanced for this author... Ana looked at her and noticed she was awake. “Ello girl, I’m Ana, what’s your name?” Ana saw Kat was scared and tried to reassure her... “You’re not on the Rosa anymore; we found you in the brig, bought you over here and blew it sky high. Noticing she was still scared, she tried again...”You’re on the Black Pearl now, and Captain Smith ‘n’ his crew are dead, they won’t urt’ you again, Captain Jack made sure of that.” Kat still didn’t reply, Hmm thought Ana, “Are you a mute?” she asked, Kat nodded, she was too scared to show otherwise. The captain blew up a ship, the navy doesn’t blow up ships with people on them, these must be... PIRATES!!! Oh, no, she thought, not more pirates... She backed away further, and backed into the wall behind the bed, colliding with her most recent cat wound, and almost passed out in pain. Just die already, why don't you? Ana saw the pain and fear in her eyes, and sympathized, “I’ll just leave,” she said, “and let you get some more rest, you know, collect yourself, I’ll send the captain to see you later.” Then she left.
(Kat’s POV) Kat barely heard what Ana said, she was too busy feeling the pain of her wound, all over again. Almost the instant Ana left, Kat passed out and started to dream, of the first time she was whipped with the cat, and the day she gave up the will to fight. *this is Kats dream, I’ll do this every time she dreams about the ship.* Thank you for that completely and totally necessary piece of information that you couldn't have somehow worked into the narrative instead of breaking up the flow of the story to leave a note about it. It was her second day with the crew and they had been complaining of her “unwillingness” to “get with them to the captain. I can just imagine that conversation: "Yo, Cap-dog, what up! That new ho you got won't get with us! That shizzle ain't rizzle! Do your pimp thang!" He decided to do something. Kat was sitting in her cell, throwing dirt clods at her guard and yelling profanities at him. When the captain appeared, the profanities became louder and ruder and the dirt clods were now aimed in the other direction. The captain walked to the cell, reached inside, and backhanded her. Kat shut up and instead glared at the captain with her piercing eyes, turning dark green with anger. The captain glared back, smiling and playing with something behind his back. The guard unlocked the door and grabbed Kats hands to drag her out, but not before she got a good shot in his gut. He pulled her roughly to a table and lay her across it, face down. Hen the captain spoke, “Do you know what this is?” Kat shook her head, eyeing the whip with apprehension. “It’s a cat, a nine tailed whip covered in glass, the East India Company use it to punish and sometimes kill pirates.” “No better than what you deserve, you @#$@%” Kat said, spitting at the captain’s feet. “That remark’s gonna cost ya girly,” he said, and he bought the whip painfully down on her back, imbedding the glass painfully into her back. Kat screamed in pain as she felt the whip burn her back, tears rolled down her cheeks and she silently prayed to god for it to end. The captain whipped her once more and said one thing before he left, “the more you scream, the more strokes you get.” With that, he left, leaving Kat silently crying on the table, almost fainting in pain. The guard shoved her back into her prison and sat on his chair, munching happily on an apple. Kat lay on her side, awake for hours silently crying for what was to come, and what she had left behind.*end* I guess we're supposed to be sad now. *attempts to feel compassion* ... Nope. Not working.
Kat woke with a start and lay on her bed, crying in memory of the pain and torture of that night, the night she stopped talking. Look it's OMG TEH ANGST!!1!one1!!