Author's Notes: Okay, so this is a wild, Pirate AU dream that I could not get out of my head. I thought I'd posted the first part on here already, but I guess I didn't. It's been ages since I've written for it, so the second part is meh, but I'm rather fond of how this came out. Also, this is my first femslash fic, but I am so weak for Margaery/Sansa that it isn't even funny.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for my brain in which this ridiculous idea came about.

This is not going to end pleasantly, was the only thing that Sansa could think, which was absolutely ridiculous. Pleasantly? Of course it wasn't going to end pleasantly, not when she'd been tossed into a room, blindfolded and hands tied in front of her, with nothing but her nightgown to protect her. At least they'd allowed her to put on her house slippers before they'd unceremoniously kidnapped her and dragged her to their ship. And they hadn't gagged her either. Small miracles, right?

Sansa sighed and huddled in a ball in the corner of the room, as if she could protect herself then. Outside of the room was utter chaos. From what she'd seen after waking up and before the blindfold had been put on her, there had been a fire in the town. That had served as a distraction. In her attempt to see what else was happening, she'd ran into two rather nasty individuals, but her attempt to flee had been short-lived. There had been fire, people running around, and a lot of fighting. Now all she could do was listen to the noises. Screams pierced the air, but they were distant, in the town still. Men shouting at each other and giving orders was closer. Those people were on the ship. She bit her lip. Those were not good men.

And then the ship started moving. She rolled to the side, nearly smacking her face against the wall, but threw her tied up hands in front of her before she could do so. Clumsily, she pulled herself back into the sitting position and listened to the lapping of the waves against the side of the boat. Her heart began to race in her chest. They were leaving the city. They were taking her with them! She wanted to scream out for help, but she also didn't want the men to come back and bother her. She'd heard stories of the things men like these did to women and girls like her. It was not pleasant. The urge to cry crawled into her throat. If her father had been alive, he would've rescued her.

Maybe Robb will come and save me, she thought weakly.

Though she was uncomfortable and scared, she was also exhausted and the almost gentle rocking of the ship eventually lulled Sansa to sleep. She laid on a pile of ropes and bags, sleeping fitfully and dreaming of her daring big brother, when the door banged open and startled her awake. "Who's there?" she shouted, twisting her head around though she could not see through the blindfold.

"She's a pretty girl," a gravelly man's voice announced.

"It'd be a shame to damage those goods," another man added, "or a good time."

Sansa shook at the thought of what those words might mean for her. "Please, my family has money! They can pay for my ransom!"

"Don't mean we can't have a bit of fun in the meantime," the second man told her as he grabbed her by the bindings on her wrists and jerked her up. She stumbled, falling onto her knees, but was then pulled to her feet and thrown back against the wall. She pulled in on herself, still unable to see, and tried to scoot against the wall, but she only bumped into someone, who let out a laugh. "Looks like she's trying to get away from me, Balon."

"Not very well," the first man said as he snatched her up.

Sansa let out a squeal and attempted to kick the man in the shins or the balls, but she was only wearing slippers and managed to hurt herself more than she hurt him. Both men laughed. The only thing she could do was let out a cry. "You've…you've no honor!"

"I don't think anyone has ever accused a pirate of having honors." The man pulled on her blindfold so that the cloth fell down around her neck. Now she was able to get a good look at the men that were harassing her. They were much older than her, ugly and dirty, covered in soot from the fire that had ravaged the town. One of them looked like he had a broken nose. She jerked away from him, but the man grabbed her and pulled her close to him. "Hey, there, darling, now be good. I'm just gonna–"

"You were just going to what?" a voice rang curiously behind them.

The man dropped Sansa immediately and she fell to the floor. She scooted as far away from them as possible, back into the same corner she'd slept in, and watched as the men staggered into a line next to each other. They stood straight, but one of the men's hands were shaking at his side. He had to fold them behind his back to hide it. "We weren't doing anything, Captain! Just…just examining the goods."

"The goods?" The Captain's voice was thoughtful and husky. There was not a care in the world in that voice. Still, from the backs of the men that Sansa could see, whoever this Captain was, he was fearsome enough to strike fear into these two men when there was only one of them. What kind of terrifying pirate's ship was she on? Would they make her walk the plank? She'd heard stories of pirates making their captives step off the ship into deep, shark infested waters. "Since when are people 'goods'? For some reason, I thought people were human beings."

Both men stepped back as the Captain stepped forward, so that Sansa was able to see the profile of the Captain. He wore a rather extravagant outfit for a dingy pirate captain, colors of greens and blues and a large hat that swooped over his face. His boots were shiny too. But Sansa could see the tears in the jacket where swords had just barely missed their mark and were later stitched up and there was a blood stain on the hem of the left sleeve.

"But this girl is just spoiled trash!" one man let out.

In a flash, there was a swishing sound and the man found the flat of the Captain's sword pressed against his cheek. He actually whimpered. "You should be kind to our guest," the Captain said in a rather sweet tone, "instead of a rude, blithering fool. What kind of impression are you hoping to give her? That we're just a bunch of dirty rapscallions that take whatever we desire and toss out what remains when we're through? Is that what you want to be known for? Because if so, there are other ships you can live on."

"No, Captain, no!" the man pleaded. "This is my ship. This is my home."

"Well, you're acting more like a rabid dog than human and rabid dogs belong on neither a ship nor in a home. I told you when you joined my crew; and I'll tell you one more time. If you're going to be on this ship, you're going to act accordingly. Pillage and plunder all you want, but the second you start acting like an animal in heat, I'll cut your balls off and feed them to the sharks. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Captain!" both men said at once, actually saluting the man.

Sansa found it all sort of astounding. She'd never heard of a pirate captain like this one before. He seemed almost…admirable. This ship was apparently being run more like a military ship than a pirate one. It all made her feel sort of dazed and at a loss. What was going on here? What had she been dragged into? The men spared her one last glance, both seemingly apologetic and almost a bit scared, and then vacated the room, leaving Sansa alone with the Captain. She stood there, her heart still beating wildly. When the Captain's attention finally turned to her, Sansa looked down at the ground. She didn't know what to do. The sound of the Captain's boots resounded in her head until they were right in front of her. She fidgeted.

"What do you want with me?" Sansa finally blurted out, unable to hold it in anymore.

The Captain bent down to her level and, with surprisingly delicateness, put their fingers on Sansa's chin and forced her to look them in the face. "Why, I thought that'd be obvious," the Captain said, "I want you, Lady Sansa Stark."

In all her years, Sansa never thought that she would see this. Crouched before her was not the scary and scarred pirate captain that haunted children's stories, but a rather beautiful woman. She had something of a pinched face that made her undoubtedly noticeable and a crooked smile that seemed to belong to her alone. She had her brown hair tied in a side ponytail and it hung over her right shoulder, a bit knotted and wet from the rain outside. Her eyes were a startling green and spoke of all the mischievous deeds she had done as a pirate.

"You're…"

"A woman, I know," the female Captain finished, letting out a throaty laugh. Her voice was deeper than most women's, but now that Sansa thought about it, she should have recognized it as female. But she'd never heard of a female pirate before, hadn't even considered women to be capable of being pirates, much less a captain of a ship. Women were supposed to be proper and such; they were supposed to defer to men. Women did not run ships filled with unsavory men and beast-like people. "Don't worry; most people are shocked when they find out who sails High Garden."

"This is the High Garden?" Sansa gasped. She'd heard so many wild tales about this ship over the past two years. It was supposedly the fastest ship on the seas. The Captain was a gleeful character that snuck onto people's ships, stole their jewels and money, only to jump ship back onto the High Garden and sail off into the sunset. No one could ever pinpoint out who the Captain was though. It made sense now. No one could figure out who captained the ship because no one would ever dare think a woman was the captain. "How did you…?"

The Captain waved a hand in the air dismissively. "It's a long, tedious story, but it's needless to say that I run a tight ship these days. You won't be harmed while we make our journey across the sea as we wait to do business with your family."

Sansa glanced down at her bound hands. "So I was kidnapped for ransom."

"More or less," the Captain said. When she pulled a small knife out of her belt, Sansa jumped a little, but the woman held one hand up, almost in surrender, and then carefully cut the bindings on Sansa's hands. "No need for these."

"Are you not worried that I will try to escape?"

The Captain grinned again. "Not unless you're part mermaid. Now that would be a find."

Taking a deep breath, Sansa raised her chin and proclaimed, "My brother Robb will hunt this ship down and rescue me before your plans come to fruition. He's a captain with a powerful vessel and many a men at his command."

"Your brother, hm? And not your beloved fiancé?" The Captain tilted her head, looking at her carefully. Sansa could not help but blush under such an intense gaze and looked away again. This woman's eyes were too intense. "I considered bartering with your fiancé, but no, it appears as if my first thought was correct."

"And what is that?"

"Your fiancé can buy another wife, but your brother cannot buy another sister."

Sansa could not stop herself from visibly deflating. She turned away from the other woman, biting her lip and willing no tears to spring to her eyes. The Captain's words had no doubt struck a chord within Sansa, as true and painful as they were. Once upon a time, she had truly believed that she loved her fiancé, before he'd asked for her hand in marriage, and that he had loved her, but long ago were those days. Not long after gaining her parents' permission, he had turned cold towards her, distant, sometimes even angry and violent. She'd learned her lessons on how to keep his temper at bay, but it was almost more miserable smiling in public and clinging to him like a tamed dog that brought her down more than anything.

She was good at hiding it though, excellent at playing pretend. So how did this pirate figure out her charade when even her own family could not?

"You…you know nothing of me," Sansa whispered to the floor.

The Captain reached forward and grabbed Sansa's now unbound wrist, startling her, but it was the intense look in the woman's green eyes that caught her off guard more than her actions. "I know that you've been bound for hours and yet you do not wear bruises here, not unlike the bruises on your sides where you've been beaten by a man who promised to take care of you."

Sansa jerked her wrist away, rubbing at it, but found that the Captain was right. She bore no bruises despite being bound. Now that she looked back on it, she realized that the bounds had been rather loose and never constricting. It was like the mere thought of being tied up and kidnapped had kept her at bay more than the actual bindings. "How do you know such things?" she demanded. "No one knows about that."

"We all have our secrets, my dear," the Captain said, "and some of us have our ways of finding out those secrets." She stood up, towering over Sansa, but not in an imposing way. It was more regal than anything else, strangely reminding Sansa of the royal family. "You need not worry about such things happening to you on here, Lady Stark. The first man to try anything on you will be gutted like a fish. I'll see to that personally. We pillage towns, rob the rich, and tease the Navy, but I'll have no woman scarred for a man's disgusting pleasure." She bowed slightly (to her, to the captive) and gave Sansa another wicked, little grin. "I shall call on you later. As of now, I've a ship to run."

"Wait, my lady!" Sansa called. When the other woman stopped, Sansa flushed, but stood up nonetheless. "I mean, Captain."

The Captain arched a delicate brow. "Yes?"

"What is your name?" Sansa asked curiously. "You seem to know me, but I know next to nothing of who is holding me captive."

"Oh, how terribly rude of me for not introducing myself," the Captain sighed dramatically. "I daresay, I'm not used to spreading such information these days. It's a bit more difficult to hide who I am once a name is in the mix. But you deserve as such, my dear." For a pirate, this Captain spoke very carefully and almost more proper than Sansa herself, certainly more proper than Sansa's younger sister, Arya. It was disconcerting. "Captain Margaery Tyrell, at your service."

And with that, Captain Margaery swept out of the room, locking the door (more for Sansa's safety than any attempt to escape), leaving Sansa in a bit of a shocked state. She slumped to the ground again, feeling exhausted all at once with what had just happened. This was going to be a rather interesting sea voyage and ransom indeed. Perhaps it would not end so unpleasantly.