Chloe woke up in a dark cell, her head was throbbing. "Where am I? What happened? How did I..." She moved to hold her head to try and stop the pounding. Her limbs ached, everything was sore. "Glad to see you finally woke up. How are you feeling?" Chloe looked to where the voice was coming from and saw a figure. "What...what happened? Who are you? The figure chuckled lightly "Well you're on a ship, heading to the Caribbean...as for me you'll find out soon enough." " A ship..." Chloe whispered. She gasped suddenly remembering what had happened for her to end up in a cell heading to Caribbean.
It was a normal day in the seaside village she lived in on the coast of England. Being the youngest daughter of a wealthy merchant she was able to walk unescorted (well maybe she had sneaked out) along the water's edge to watch the tibe role in. It was a bright sunny day, which were few and far between on the coast and Chloe was enjoying the warmth of the sun on her skin. She was wearing a light blue brunswick gown (a jacket with a hood and a petticoat) with cream trim along collar and cuffs. Suddenly she heard the church bells go off in the village. That could only mean two things. Fire or pirates.
Chloe ran as fast as she could back to the centre of the village so she could find shelter in the village's strong hold. As she was running through a side street she was grabbed from behind and a rag was placed over her mouth. Chloe started kicking out and struggling to try and get away from her captor. "Shhhhh don't struggle it'll all be over soon". Chloe's world started fading, the last thing she heard was the din of fighting coming from the village square.
Pirates. That's what happened, they attacked the village. But why? It made no sense. "Don't worry you'll be moved to a better room soon once we get clear of land. The captain wouldn't be very happy if you jumped ship and decided to swim ashore or worse drown." Chloe finally stood up and moved toward the bars "YOU BETTER LET ME OUT RIGHT NOW. MY FATHER WILL BE AFTER ME FASTER THAN YOU CAN RUN AWAY." she yelled the figure laughed "He won't be, no one has ever caught us and no one will. Once we get across the Atlantic to the Caribbean sea you'll be out of reach." Chloe moved away from the bars "My father's fleet will be searching the world for me. You'll eat your words, I swear you will hang for this". The figure moved to the door to leave. "No matter what I do or have done hanging is always been a possibility. No redhead girl is going to change my chances at going to the gallows. Now you have a good night miss, there's some bread on that tray for you so you won't starve. Someone will be down in the morning so see you to your other room." With that the figure left and Chloe was left alone in the dark.
Chloe shifted on the floor of her cell trying to get some rest. she had eaten the bread left out on the tray for her. It was stale but she was hungry and stale bread was better than starving to death. After she had eaten she explored the cell she was in. There were three walls of wood and one wall made out of bars. This was where the door was, locked up tight just as Chloe expected it would be. She could hardly see. most of her exploring had been done by tentatively feeling her away around the room. After she had found no way to escape she decided to try and get some rest. "It's the least I can do, who knows what I might have to deal with tomorrow." She lay back against one of the walls so that she was facing the door. No matter which way she turned or how she positioned herself she couldn't get comfortable. She kept thinking about her father and how he would be there soon to save her from this her captors. "He'll be here soon and then they'll all hang for this." this thought was the last one she had before dozing off into a fitful sleep.