Chapter 1: Captured

"Lillian, go get some supplies," Elizaveta said as Roderick handed me a bag of money.

I started toward the market. I had gone through the docs to get there, and I didn't like it. Elizaveta told me pirates come and abduct beautiful girls.

"I'm safe though," I tell her.

"Why do you say that?" She'd ask.

"Easy," I would say," I'm not pretty."

I really love Elizaveta and Roderick. They taking care of me since pirates raided my house and killed my parents. They didn't have to, but they did.

I looked to the docs. All of them are empty… Except one, and I knew the flag they flew very well.

"Pirates!" I gasped.

I ran to the alarm bell and started ringing. I looked to the pirate's ship. A man in a red coat large hat with ridiculous feathers pointed to us scowling me.

Two large men were running after me. I tried to get a good lead on them but failed. They dragged me to the captain who looked me in the. He was actually very handsome, eyes green his leaves in spring and blonde hair tousled by the breeze. Though, he had two caterpillars for eyebrows. He wasn't what you'd expect of a pirate.

"Take her to my office, and get ready to sail," he demanded.

"But, sir," the, let's whispered, "we don't have all of our men. They're still somewhere on land."

The captain sighed. "Then go find them," he yelled.

They left me in the office for what seemed like forever. I heard shuffling out the door.

"Sir, I'll talk to her if you like," a man said.

"No," another more familiar voice said, " I think this one will give me a run for my money."

"Yes, sir!"

Footsteps in the door opening for the next sounds I heard, by I kept my back toward the door.

"You ruined it for me, love," he said in his thick British accent.

"I'm not your ' love'. Stop calling me that," I said as he stood behind me. He was so close I could feel the heat radiating off him.

"You have spark, I see," he smirked.

"Why am I on this bloody ship?" I asked firmly, no sign of at all.

"You ruined it for us, love," he smiled." You will have to make it up to me, pay for it."

"I'd sooner die than apologize to a git like you, "I spat. He brought his cutlass to my throat.

"That can be arranged," he smiled.

"On second thought…"

"Good choice, love," he laughed. "I'd hate to kill lady, especially a beauty like yourself."

"Flattery will not help you,…" I said, leaving spot for his name.

" Captain Arthur Kirkland. You may call me Arthur only when we are alone."

"And why would we be alone?"

" You'll have two, possibly three jobs for ruining my plans, and one will be to keep me company after all other jobs are done," he explained.

I turned to face him. I nearly jumped as his face was only a hair away from mine.

" Sorry to frighten you, love," he smirked once again.

" I'm not your 'love', you git," I fussed. "Now, what is his plan I supposedly ruined?"

He wrapped an arm around me, and blush crept across my cheeks. His smirk grew.

" A trade, love," he said. "I was going to trade a load of treasure for my brother. He was captured by an Italian named Lovino."

" Oh," I sighed. "That I will work for ruining."

The handsome captain's face sent a shocked look toward me.

"Pardon?" He asked confusedly.

"What is my job, captain?" I asked.

He smirked. "I thought you would work for a 'git' like me?"

I looked down at the floor, but I could see it since that bloody captain was so close.

He stepped away from me and left. He came back a moment later with some close in his arms.

"They might be a bit large for you, but you shouldn't wear a skirt if you're going to work on a ship," he said. "Meet me on the deck when you're done."

He left the room. I looked at the close he handed me.

"Bloody wanker, he wants me to wear trousers," I said to myself.

I walked onto the deck when the captain was doing a large man. The sound of classic metal resounded in my ears. I join the crowd surrounding them.

"Ai ya! Who let the siren on board – aru?" A Chinese man asked.

"Da, who let her on?" The Russian sounding man dueling the captain asked as they stopped.

The captain looked at me. He had a totally different expression than I had seen as he grabbed my hand.

"Crew," he yelled, "this little lass will be helping Feliciano in the kitchen."

He glanced at me for only a second.

"Feliciano!" He growled.

"Yes, captain?" A cute little Italian man with small curl smiled.

"Take her to the kitchen and teacher the ropes," he commanded, throwing me into the Italian's arms.

"Nice catch," I whispered to the Italian.

"Well, come on," Feliciano smiled. "I was about to start making pasta!"

All the crew moaned.

"Feliciano, how often do you make pasta?" I asked.

"Every day!" He cheered.

"How about I make something different?"

He nodded to me as I went down some stairs into the galley. After finding a pot and ingredients, I made stew. Feliciano suddenly stood up. I looked to where he was staring. Captain Kirkland was leaning in the doorway, his forehead on his arm.

"How is she doing, Feliciano?" He asked.

"She seems to know what she's doing," the Italian answered.

"That's good," he smiled. "When will it be ready, love?"

"Anytime they're ready to eat," I answered.

"Wait a few minutes, then call everyone down, Feliciano," the captain ordered.

"Aye aye, Captain," he smiled.

"Be ready to serve 'em, love," he winked.

I sighed at the pet name." Aye aye, Captain."

He left.

A few minutes later, Feliciano called everyone down. They all stormed into the galley.

"Remember. Serve the captain first," Feliciano warned. "No one can be served before him, no one."

"Alright," I nodded.

A guy with blue eyes and a weird cow lick grabbed a bowl. He stood in front of me.

"You should know captain first," I stated.

"Yes, you slimy git," a voice growled.

Captain Kirkland was grinning evilly in the doorway in his weird gold trimmed hat and red coat. He grabbed a bowl and stood in front of me.

"Here you go, love," he said, holding out his bowl.

"There you are, poppet," I said, filling it up.

"That's captain to you," he laughed.

"Aye aye, Captain," I said, wondering where all this sudden flirting came from.

The crew waited for the captain to take a bite. The captain took the first bite.

"We're in luck," he chuckled. "It's not pasta, and the lass can cook."

I started serving the rest of the crew. Captain Kirkland kept looking my way. A while later, I served Feliciano, who had to swap the deck, and soon, it was just the captain and me. I was washing dishes in the basin when he finished.

"Y' know, love, I never got your name," he stated.

"Funny," I said, " I thought my name was 'love'."

"You're quite the charmer, Miss…"

"White."

"Is that all you're going to tell me? Your last name?"

"That's all you need to know at the moment."

"What if I need to get your attention?"

"You can call for 'Miss White."

"What if I'm mad at you?" He smiled.

"It would sound like we're fighting married couple if you called me by my Christian name, Captain."

"Is that supposed to be a hint, Miss White?"

I felt my cheeks and ears burn.

"Only if you want it to be, Captain," I laughed.

An awkward silence filled the room.

"Well, Miss White, come onto the deck at the end of the day."

"Aye aye, Captain."

I went over to a table. It would be a while until I had to cook again. I felt my eyes get heavy, and I dozed off.

"Miss White!" Feliciano yelled. I lifted my head.

"Time to cook," he smiled.

"Yes, sir," I smiled back.

It was hard to find anything to fix that didn't involve pasta, but I did it. Pork was being fried, and potatoes were being boiled.

"So, you and the captain, huh?" Feliciano asked, kicking his feet on the barrel he sat on.

"What?" I asked.

"Is that love I see between you two?"

" Hardly," I answered.

"Well," the Italian began, "you may not have those feelings for him, and the he has 'em for you."

"How can you be so sure, Feli?"

"You can just see it!" He cheered.

"I guess, "I sighed.

Footsteps were heard coming down the stairs. The guy with the cowlick came in.

"Miss White," he said.

"Yes?"

"Captain Kirkland request you bring dinner to him in his office."

"Yes, sir."

"By the way, ma'am," he smiled, "if you ever need me, I'm second mate Alfred Jones, at your service."

"Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Jones," I smiled. "I'm Lillian White."

"Pleasure to meet you, Miss Lily."

He smiled and left. Feli got off the barrel and came to me.

"Either the captain's in deep thought, or…" He turned pale." He's in a bad mood which is really bad for us."

He kept yammering like a coward. I just went back to the meat and potatoes. After two more minutes of him crying, I had to say something to them.

"Feli," I whispered, putting a hand on his shoulder, "it'll be all right."

"How do you know, Lily?"

"If he's in a bad mood, I'll try to cheer him up."

"How we do that?" He sniffed.

"I don't know… feminine charm."

"By the way, is the food done?" He asked. I ran over to the stove and checked.

"Then, get a plate for the captain," he sighed.

I did this Feliciano told me then headed toward Captain Kirkland's office.
"Buona Fortuna!" Feli yelled.
" Thank you," I said, guessing he said "good luck".

I try not to laugh as the crew cat called the entire time it took me to get to the captain's office. Apparently, Captain Kirkland had a plan. A gut feeling agreed with that… unfortunately.

A/N: Hey guys! It's Meltdown! I'm so excited that I finally got this typed up. It was easier now that I've got the Dragon headset for my computer. It cut my time in half. I'm loving it. I have to chapters of the story written up, and I've been too lazy to type them. Now I don't have to worry about that. And don't worry guys. I'll do some more stories for The Beast and another chapter of Songwriter.