From the ropes burning and binding my flesh, to the hands that were yanking on my hair, everything I could feel was pain. From the tears that stained my cheeks, to the seawater still wet on my skin, everything I could taste was salty.
Although my body was sore and cold, naked and exposed for everyone to see, nothing felt worse than the aching of my heart. It was a sadness I felt I couldn't hold inside this fragile body, so it crept up into my throat and forced me to cry out in ugly sobs between ragged breaths.
The dirty hand of a man grabs my chin and forces me to look at him, so naturally I spit in his face with disgust. There must have been some fight left in me still. Yet, in the end it was worth nothing; for I was sent back into darkness. I was left in isolation with nothing but my memories of you to soothe my suffering. All of them fake.
How could you do this to me?
After the promise we made, on the rocks near the shore, don't you remember?
I hate you…I hate you so much.
I despise you.
You despicable man.
You filthy pirate.
Sorry about the shortness, also the vagueness. I like leaving readers in the dark. Speaking of which, this story will involve some darker tones including character deaths, angsty feelings, and multiple ships involving Spain. I'll try my best, hope you enjoy! I'm pretty excited to be honest haha~
