Well, you said you wanted to see the world.
Richard Gansey III isn't quite sure whether the voice is from his own mind, reprimanding himself, or if someone said it out loud. Everything is black, and Gansey is on his knees, bound and blindfolded, on a hard floor.
The memories of how he ended up there are still foggy and kind of blurry, but he remembers a girl with a mess of short black hair and startlingly blue eyes and then it all comes flooding back.
"Somebody, help me!" and then a long, drawn out scream.
The urgent cry immediately alerted Gansey. He fought his way through the marketplace until he found the source of it.
Nobody else was paying attention to the slight girl, who was wearing a funny kind of dress that looked like two dresses sewn together (one brown leather and one blue lace), twitching and convulsing as if she was having some kind of fit.
Her eyes found Gansey's, brilliantly, shockingly blue. "Help me," she whispered. Her eyes fluttered closed and she collapsed onto the ground, curling up in the fetal position.
Without hesitation, Gansey scooped the girl up in his arms. She was lighter than a girl of her age should be. She looked to be about his age, maybe younger. Gansey looked around the crowded marketplace for any kind of help, but he could see no physicians, so he struggled through the crowd, the girl motionless and limp in his arms, until he found a space between two buildings. He gently set the girl down, taking off his jacket for her to lie down on, so that she wouldn't get any of the dirt of the streets on her. He shook her softly. "Wake up. It's okay, you're safe now," he murmured. He hadn't really been expecting that to work, so he was surprised when her thickly lashed eyes sprung open and a smirk came to her features.
"You're okay now," he told her.
"Oh, I know," she said, her tone somehow more biting than it had seemed moments ago. "It's yourself you should worry about, Richard Gansey III."
Something hard hit the back of Gansey's head, and then he lost consciousness.
He hears the sound of a door opening and closing, and then without warning, the blindfold is ripped off. Gansey squints against the dim light as his eyes adjust. He's in some kind of cabin, a small wooden room, unfurnished and windowless, lit by a single lantern hanging from a hook on the wall.
Crouching in front of him is the girl from the marketplace, instantly recognizable by her wild dark hair, her dark skin, and her indigo-colored eyes. She changed out of her strange dress into a white shirt and brown trousers, and a scrap of paisley fabric holds some of her hair back in a sloppy ponytail.
"Who are you?" Gansey rasps.
"All you need to know," she tells him with a teasing smirk. "Is that you are my prisoner."
"Where am I?" Gansey demands. His head hurts. A lot.
"You're on the Henrietta," the girl informs him cheerfully.
He knows the name, of course. It couldn't just be any pirate ship that had to kidnap him. No, it had to be the Henrietta. Gansey never swears, but he is definitely feeling like he wants to.
"Sargent!" someone shouts. "Where the hell are you, asshole?"
"That's my cue," the girl tells Gansey. "Coming, shithead!" she yells, before stomping out of the room and slamming the door behind her, the sound making Gansey's headache just a little bit worse.
A/N: Hi guys! So I've been into the Raven Cycle for a little while now, but I wasn't sure whether or not to post this. It's my first fic for this fandom, so please let me know if anyone is OOC. Constructive criticism is appreciated! Also, each chapter is going to be from a different point of view so if they seem short, don't worry, because there will be a lot of them.
I hope you enjoyed it!
xoxo,
Ariesgirl666
(P.S. The rest of the crew gets introduced in the next chapter. There will be a LOT of Pynch later on, just so you know. Also Bluesy, or whatever Blue/Gansey is called. Until next time! -A)