New Story! I hope you enjoy. With special thanks to lovelyvero and justanotherfiveminutes.


Water dropped aimlessly in the raging storm uncaring of the golden flecks embedded in the paint of his ship or the men trying to keep it afloat.

The bowline was secured but the men worked tirelessly through the rain and thunder protecting their hides and his as they weathered the storm.

It had started in the middle of his own dog-watch putting him on another level of paranoia than usual which if you asked anybody who know him was pretty impressive.

The tide washed above the deck giving his men a run for their money with the sparking shine at first and Klaus refused to admit it was the hardest storm he'd ever seen.

Hours later it powered on his body was soaked as he maneuvered the helm of the ship his men working at his sides it was times like these when he recognized their loyalty.

His gratitude displayed in his work at keeping them all alive he wiped at his eyes water drowning his face as he worked tirelessly with the ship and his compass.

"Captain," his brother Kol shouted from beside the dodger, "I think there's a ship," his hand by his mouth amplifying his speech.

Klaus smirked not that his brother saw it through the flood of water, "I don't pay you to think I pay you to work at a time like this!" he shouted back at him.

He looked up observing the smoke clouding mere yards away blinking once, twice, how, he thought looking at the wreckage it seemed to move on for miles.

"But Sir," another man, Colin, shouted from the larboard, "Look!" he shouted pointing in the direction he wanted him to look.

Klaus' breath caught at the sight of a blonde woman clutching onto a broken edge of the scattered ship her face in agony as she appeared and disappeared under the water.

He nearly forgot how to steer as she disappeared from view his body riveted still on a high from the thrill of the storm when he saw a hand rise form the water.

Klaus grinned as he pulled on his telescope taking it from his breast before extending the end with his teeth to look at her more closely.

He let out a breath seeing how strong her grip was as she gasped for air her pink parted lips moving as if on display for him on the rise up.

Klaus dropped the scope his teeth gritted, "If she dies the first I one of you I see will die with her," he shouted to his crew working now not only to persist in the storm but to save the last survivor.

Time passed and Klaus grew more anxious to get to her, he had not a clue why but as soon as she was well within distance he jumped from the side and went after her before the men could let down a boat.

His arms fought with the tide getting closer to her with every stroke when the water took him under her took it in stride to get to her.

What is your name, he asked himself pushing himself to get to her, to find out before it was too late, and he blinked underwater finding her body.

Her legs kicking her yellow dress dragging her down as he reached her feet first swimming upwards shielding her body from the currents.

"Help," she shouted thinking he was something else kicking him in the ribs nearly making him lose his grip on her.

"You're safe," he shouted assuring her, "Let go," he said holding onto her waist pulling her with him as she let go of the wooden exterior.

He tried to ignore the curves of her waist and hips, the way her chest pounded and expounded with her breaths as she fought to stay above the water with him.

He admired her courage and her swift ability to accept circumstances even ones such as this but to also not give up she was like a breath of fresh air.

Klaus felt her hands clutch onto him scraping the skin under his black shirt as she held onto him her jerky breaths in his ear.

He fought to remind himself now wasn't the time he almost rolled his eyes as he found the manrope the tide so high he could reach it.

His brother appeared above him with another rope hauling it down to him climbing down along with it, "Here," Klaus shouted to him handing her over.


She went to his companion with a grunt too scared to consider what was even happening, the last thing she could recall was being taken from home.

Caroline had fallen asleep and when she awoke there had been flames all around and there was nowhere to run as the roof fell in almost taking her into the water with it.

She fought to keep her eyes open in the smoke coughing as she tried to escape from the room but to no avail, she was supposed to be off meeting her new husband.

Instead she found herself in the middle of the sea with no one familiar or seemingly alive forgetting all decorum she scrambled.

Something hit her from beside her head knocking her to the ground she faltered for a few seconds as the walls came down around her sending her into the water.

When she woke she was on top of one of the broken walls moving quickly she got up with a start quickly clinging onto the edges her body tired as the waves fought to push her off.

She blinked only now her hand unconsciously going to her forehead where she had suffered a blow feeling it sting where she touched just above her brow.

"It's just a scratch," a voice said from behind her shaking her from her revere she looked up blinking wildly as the man appeared in view.

Her hands went around her and she realized she had been set on a bed whilst reliving her ordeal she licked her chapped lips as his eyes devoured her.

"H-How?" she asked conscious of how the fabric of her day dress clung to her body shaping her curves displaying them for the man in front of her.

After a long moment he swallowed a smirk forming as he eyed her, his head bowed and arms behind his back as he stalked to her stopping at the edge of the bed.

"My crew found you in the middle of the storm lass," he explained calmly his eyes claiming hers he looked larger than life towering above her.

"Caroline," she said letting him know her name as she bit her fingernails nervously peering up at him from her place on what she now assumed was his bed.

He looked at her thoughtfully, "Caroline," he said tasting it on his tongue savoring it, "Beautiful name for a beautiful woman," he complimented without intent.

Caroline felt her heart flutter at the thought of being eyes as a woman by a man like him, he looked slender but strong his lean body displaying muscles in his also tattered attire.

His face stories but his eyes seemed to tell tales for miles, "Your name Sir?" she asked determined not to sound meek as her eyes fully met his own her hand extending in greeting he took it.

He seemed fascinated at the idea of how well her hand fit into his, his thumb rubbing softly over her knuckles as he thought it over.

The tip of his tongue darted out licking the edge of his lips before he leaned lower kissing the back of her soft trembling hand.

"Klaus," he replied against her warm skin his breath brushing her porcelain skin feeling her want to take her hand back in reflex.

He smiled up at her as the recognition hit her features marring her features, "You've heard of me," he said trying not to let his disappointment at her reaction show, "Fantastic."

"Of course," she said bravely scooting up onto her knees, "You're a deserter," she said though from her lips it didn't sound like an accusation or and condemning.

Instead he noted admiration, "Pirate," he corrected his smile returning as he let go of her hand unhappily letting it fall at her side.

"And you?" he inquired as her leg moved around falling off the edge of the velvet bed the dress dragging up her thigh revealing the creamy skin as her barefoot hit the wood beneath his feet.

"Governess," she responded poorly automatically knowing he knew she was lying to him as they surveyed one another even barefoot he stood only inches taller than her.

"Are you sure?" he asked with a light tilt of his head unabashedly amused at her antics, "The texture of this dress doesn't exactly put off the idea that you're oppressed Love."

As he spoke his hands touched the arm of her dress a chill rising from her toes all the way to the roots of her hair, "You're perfectly safe," he assured her.

Her hand came up brushing her still wet hair back she pulled her fingers out before they could get caught in the knots the sea had created, "No ransom then?" she asked.

Klaus shook his head, "Just a promise to behave," he assured her honestly his hand trialing down her arm before he took a step backwards and turned to his desk.

She heard some water splashing around but could not for the life of her see why or think as to why until he turned with a handkerchief in hand.

He came closer once more, bits of water dripping from the corner as he bowed his head in permission to come closer she nodded once as his hand rose.

His hand held one side of her face cupping her cheek as his other tended to the cut over her brow on the other side, "Thank you," she murmured at his kindness.


Hours later she awoke tiredly to a body climbing into bed with her she scratched at the first part of flesh she could find as she snatched the duet and clutched it around her.

"Arghhh," Klaus cried surprised as he turned to look at her, his face only recognizable by the single burning candle by her beside.

Her hand went to her mouth her body calming if only slightly at the sight of him before she rubbed her face, "What are you doing here other than scaring a lady half to death?"

"Exactly where did you think I would sleep while you were in the Captain's bed?" he asked incredulously checking over the stinging of his chest sucking his finger into his mouth tasting the blood.

"You're not sleeping here!" she almost shouted at him in disbelief pulling the sheets off of him which seemed to be a mistake when she revealed his naked body lying next to her.

Quickly Caroline shielded her eyes with her shaking hand stepping out of the bed forgetting just how under-dressed she was as well.

Klaus grinned looking her over in the soft candlelight knowing he would never forget the view of the swell of her breasts in the thin shirt.

His eyes wandering down to the shape of her hips towards the center of her thighs feeling his mouth water at the shadow there.

Caroline flushed following his eyes, "I despise you," she shouted jerking him back to reality with her screech as she looked around trying to find her dress.

She staggered still unbalanced both from her day and the way the ship bobbed over the water, "Oh come now Sweetheart," he called from the bed.

She threw him a dark look that made him laugh, "You know I've heard worse and I am perfectly aware that you are using much bigger and less pretty words to describe me in your mind right now."

She found her dress as he spoke pulling the dress over her head talking as she struggled under the still wet and heavy fabric of her destroyed dress, "Yes," she said.

He turned on his side enjoying the view, "But you are still the man keeping me from drowning," she said indignantly as she found a whole her head getting stuck in the arm of the dress.

She groaned as he decided to have mercy just this once because quite frankly no one would believe her if she said so and there were no witnesses.

His hands came up helping her shift in the dress, "I won't touch you," he promised making his intent clearly, "I won't even look if you like."

She grumbled from under the fabric wondering why on earth she believed him when he looked at her like that, he was a pirate, not a gentleman.

She yawned without meaning to bringing a deadening smile to his lips dimples cutting his cheeks in a way that had her heart skipping.

"Take off this dress and come back to bed," he offered making her nod once as he helped her tug off the heavy material and slink back into bed.

Caroline got back into bed under his watchful eye covering herself all the way to her chin ignoring the way he slithered into the sheets alongside her.

"See?" he said as he blew out the candle, "Everything will be fine as long as you do as I say," he said making her seethe with the need to scratch his eyes out instead.


AN: Never written anything like this so I hope you liked it because I enjoyed writing it! :))

For now I'm also only planning a few chapters. Mini Series I guess! :))