Meet Damon 's a guy, he enjoys a good drink and a pretty lady-And he's a pirate. One day he wakes up to find a ship captured by a Spanish pirate,who keeps him alive for an unknown there are perks-like his pretty redheaded sister..

My name is Damon Salvatore.

Or should I say I'm THE Damon Salvatore?

Frankly speaking, both of them sound just as fantastic... then again, anything with my name in it sounds fantastic.

You can call me an egoistic man, or an arrogant masochist… but I take these words with a pinch of salt. In fact, I welcomed them. They are compliments to me, and they further enforce the belief that I am a pirate to be feared.

A pirate. Ever since I was young, I grew up knowing that the pirate lifestyle was for me. I learned how to steer a ship at nine, how to duel with a cutlass by the age of eleven, rescued my wimp of a brother from another pirate ship at fifteen and along the way, I picked up the pirate lingo and the look as well. And I was borne on my father's ship, The Blacksmith. Yes, my mother was a pirate as well. She wasn't exactly a good pirate exactly- in fact, she turned pale at the sight of a cutlass, and practically faints when she sees blood. The only reason why she followed my father aboard a ship for six years was because she was with child. Yes, me. Don't ask me how she managed to survive on a rocking boat. She probably had to rush to throw up every few hours.

Then she gave birth to me, and my father didn't EXACTLY know what to do. After all, she was the only female on board. There was no midwife to oversee the process. My father did his best. The first mate did know some of this medical fiddle faddle but my father wouldn't let any other man see his wife in such a state. So he got the first mate to teach him all he knew and luckily my mother gave birth to me without any complications after nearly 7 hours in labour.

But my brother, that silly wimp. He took nearly 10 hours to enter the world. And my mother nearly DIED from it. However, I still blamed Stefan that he was the reason why my mother left us. She stayed long enough to make sure Stefan was alright (until the time he had weaned) and then even before we were remotely closed to land she took the long boat and rowed away in the middle of the night. Heavens knows how she navigated the waters at night. The last I heard was that she had been picked up by a ship bound for her hometown of Spain, and that she had married and had her own children too, with some rich merchant. We never heard from her after that.

Either that, or she simply couldn't stand the pirate life.

That was also one of the reasons why I chose to stay single. A lot less hassle. Women were fun to have around but honestly, they were so predictable. A few choice words, a smile here and there and they were powerless, like a sailor is before those deadly mermaids…

I winced at the thought of mermaids. They were one of our most deadly enemies. Oh yes, they were beautiful and had lovely voices, but they also had a liking for human flesh. Even though the seamen have heard about the danger of these creatures, usually 7 times out of 10 a sailor will be charmed by their looks, and their voices. I had seen these creatures at their worst, and all the sailors that got taken by the mermaids, never lived to tell the tale.

"Would you like anything else, sire?"

I peered around the chalice in my fingers to see a curvy lady smiling down at me with her voluptuous red lips. Well, I think she was curvy. She had on a long red gown over her many petticoats so it was kind of hard to tell. Automatically, my lips curved up into the seductive smile that I always reserved for women. The easy ones usually took about 10 seconds to recover from it. The play hard to get ones took maybe 7 seconds. Either way, it had never not worked before.

The lady's pale cheeks turned a rosy hue as she stared blankly at me. "Um…"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry, sire?"

"Yes, I will like more wine."

Her smile disappeared and she looked disappointed. "Oh…that. Yes, of course." As she turned to leave, I reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"And…I have one more request."

She looked startled. "Yes sire. What is it?"

"I will like you to join me."

Instantly, her smile reappeared.

"As you wish."

I smiled in satisfaction and checked my pocket watch. There was still three hours till our ship sets sail. The Blacksmith had docked at the Spanish port (due to his many connections, Father had managed to disguise the fact that this was a pirate ship) on the pretext of picking up a new shipment of arms, but I knew my father also wanted to see how my mother was doing here. Although he had never any luck in finding her, he wouldn't give up.

As for Saint Stefan, I didn't know where he had gone. I did hear that a bunch of the crew were going to see a psychic that was rumoured to be able to predict future misfortunes with astonishing accuracy. He did seem pretty interested, so I was guessing he went with that bunch. It was pretty strange as Stefan was so antisocial- he just shuts himself up in his cabin with his books all the time.

And I, well, I usually went to the nearest pub to grab a drink and chat up a lady or two. It was a change from having to stay on a rocking ship for months, sometimes even years, before I touch land, with no female companions to talk too. Surrounded by walking bundles of testosterone was very tiring, you know.

I reached for my chalice absentmindedly and discovered that it was empty. I remembered that the lady had gone back to fetch more. Sighing, I set the chalice on the table and checked my pocket watch impatiently. She had been at it for nearly two minutes. I made a mental note to bring up the fact that tardiness was not to be tolerated. While she was spending the three hours with me anyway.

So engrossed was I in my thoughts that I had failed to notice a young girl sitting opposite me and was now staring intensely at me.

I was caught off guard. Never had someone taken me by surprise before.

"Damon Salvatore?" the girl made it sound like question.

I stared at her appreciatively. She was wearing a hat with low brim over a pale green gown, similar to the design the other lady had been wearing, but without as many petticoats. From the few strands of curly hair that had escaped her hat, she had red hair. Her brown eyes were huge on her heart shaped face. Everything, from her slender frame to her tiny stature, screamed fragile. Her skin was nearly transparent. Maybe she wasn't as curvy as the other lady, but she was certainly prettier.

In response to her question, I winked at her. "What do you think?"

She was completely unaffected by my gesture. "I'm Bonnie McCullough."

"Bonnie? That's a pretty name."

She nodded. "Thank you."

"So what brings such a pretty lady like you here?" I asked casually, propping my feet on the table between us. "Are you…" I dropped my voice dramatically. "…Meeting a suitor?"

Normally, such a question would make a lady blush and squirm, but Bonnie glared at me sharply. "Whatever possessed you to think that? I will never waste my time sitting here in a pub waiting for some idiot who thinks taking a girl out to such a place like this is a good idea when he should be courting her, not driving her away. Besides," she added with a sudden sly grin. "I turned all their requests down."

"You get many suitors, then?" I asked nonchalantly. Not that I cared.

"Indeed." She shrugged her delicate shoulders. "They are so annoying," she added.

"So what are you doing here then?"

"I'm hiding."

"Hiding? From who? A would be suitor?"

"If you must know, then yes, I am."

"What's going on here?"

An angrily indignant voice interrupted our conversation. I looked up and groaned mentally. I had forgotten about the other lady.

Bonnie glanced up at the lady with a bored expression. "Do you know him?"

"Yes." The lady set the chalices on the table with a loud clang. She jutted her chin out arrogantly. "He's an acquaintance."

"And he is mine, too."

The lady's eyebrows nearly shot up into her fancy hairdo and she turned at shot me a glare.

I held up my hands in front of me in a defensive position. "Hey, no fighting over me, ladies," I said. There had been situations like this before. I never had any difficulty in handling it.

The lady's eyes softened, but Bonnie didn't even acknowledge me, which really irked me.

"I'm not going to fight over him," she said, staring up at the lady with her big, brown eyes. They suddenly seemed too innocent for her own good. "You can have him if you want. Though to tell the truth, I don't even know why on earth would you want a person like him."

What was she talking about? I shot her a look but she ignored me.

The lady's eyes widened. "What do you mean by that?"

"You didn't know?" Bonnie asked with a convincing gasp.

"Know what?"

"That he is…" Bonnie lowered a voice, so that I and the lady had to lean in to hear her answer.

"He's…married," Bonnie said with a wink.

"Wha-hey!"

I blinked in shock as the lady slapped me hard across the face, then dunked the entire contents of the chalice over my head.

"You! How dare you!" the lady shrieked. "¿cómo te atreves! te atreves a traicionar a su esposa?"

"I don't-

"Let's go," I heard someone breathe in my ear, and I complied. I could feel someone's small fingers around my wrist, dragging me through the crowd. The lady was still shrieking behind me, and I prayed I could get out before she started to hurl the chalices.

It took me awhile to regain my surroundings, and when I did, I realised I was in an alley. It was dark enough to make out the petite shape next to me. She was doubled over, breathing hard.

"Damn it," she cursed. "It's hard to run in this dresses."

"Why did you have to tell her that?" I whispered angrily. I didn't actually know why I was whispering. Instincts?

"Her? Please. Even if you are looking for company, you can do much better than that," Bonnie said, rolling her eyes. " She's such an idiot."

"Why did you tell her that? You did not do that for this reason…"

"Fine, I didn't. If you really want to know, I wanted to get you alone."

I raised my eyebrows at her. Wild thoughts immediately raced through my mind. I shook them off. I may like to have fun with women, but I will keep my hands off Bonnie. She seem way too innocent to partake in such matters.

Also, she seems immune to my charms, and that's no fun.

As though she could read my mind, she rolled her eyes again. "Please. I'm not thinking about that. I just need a favour from you."

"What?" I asked suspiciously. "I don't like favours."

Her full lips actually curved into a smile. "Why not?"

"Because the favours are usually one sided. I don't get anything in return."

She pouted. God, she looked adorable when she did that. Wait. What was I thinking?

"But this will benefit you," she murmured.

"In what way?"

"Maybe we should talk about my side of the favour first?"

I felt her hand slide up my leg and my mouth nearly dropped open in surprise. What was she doing?

"Bonnie…"

She smiled at me seductively, her face leaning in so close. Way too close for comfort.

"I want…" she murmured, and I found myself staring at her lips again.

"For goodness sake, what?" I mumbled. It was getting harder to concentrate with her face so close to mine. And her body pressed against me. And her hand so close to my…

Abruptly, I felt her hand leave my leg. Suddenly, she had one arm pressed around my neck, securing me to the wall.

And she was holding a dagger to my neck. Yes, the dagger in the holder on my thigh. So that's what her hands had been busy doing…

She smiled sweetly at me. "I want your ship, Damon Salvatore, and I want you to give it to me."

Maybe I was too stunned to think about anything else, but the only fact that registered in my mind was this:

I, Damon Salvatore, had fallen prey to a girl's charms.

Well, what do you think? Worth continuing?