How I got myself stuck in situations like these was beyond me. But, regardless, there I was in some crazy fairytale world tied up in the bed chamber of Killian Jones...better known to his shipmates as Captain Hook. Yes, like the Captain Hook from Peter Pan. Crazy, I know.
It had been a little over 5 hours by my watch that I had been left in there. I was getting hungry...and I had to pee. I heard the man himself outside the door. I sighed and slumped in my chair.
Then a moment later, the door opened.
"How are we doing in here, Love?" Came an elegantly gruff voice. I looked up and saw him. He was tall, dark and handsome...the cliche. Dressed in black leather pants and tall boots, a black linen shirt and a black leather vest...he almost looked chic...if he weren't such a bastard.
"How does it look like I'm doing?" I mumbled. He smiled and leaned down to look me in the eye.
"Looks like you're eagerly awaiting the return of your Captain...so that he might ravage you." He winked. I rolled my eyes.
"Give me a break, man." I scoffed.
"You're a sassy little one, aren't you?" He said in his husky tone. I looked away from him and he directed my face back to his with his good hand.
"Well, I love a challenge...and we have nothing but time, gorgeous." He said softly.
"Why am I here? What do you want with me?" I asked. He straightened and leaned against a post at the foot of his grand bed.
"I was told that you, my dear, were the fairest in your realm...naturally, I wanted to seek you. I'm a pirate, you see, it's what we do...obtain beautiful treasures." He smiled.
"I'm not a treasure, I'm a person and you could've asked nicely...spared me the personal trauma." I mumbled.
"I could've...but that's not as fun and I have a tiny feeling that you wouldn't have been very cooperative otherwise." He chuckled.
"Are you going to untie me at least, clearly there's nowhere for me to go and my arms are getting numb." I sighed.
"Yes, but only if you promise to be good." He said.
"What's your definition of 'good'?" I asked. To that, he laughed.
"I like you, Love." He smiled as he cut at her ties with a quick swipe of his hook. I brought my arms to their natural place and rubbed them. They hurt.
"Can I get you anything? Are you hurt?" He asked softly as he watched. I glared at him.
"Are you serious? You tie me up for hours...then, ask if I'm alright? You, sir, are a new kind of crazy." I said as I got out of the chair.
"I'm quite serious, can I get you a drink? Something to eat? Just because I've captured you, doesn't mean I won't take care of you." He said. I gave a skeptical look as I walked to the round window beside the bed.
There was ocean each way I looked. I was far away from home...not that that was a bad thing. My life had become rather boring. Back home, I was a musician...pretty well known, I guess, if some fairytale pirate guy heard of me from a whole other world.
From the day I was signed to my label, I had been told what to do, how to dress, who to associate with and date...it was tedious. Maybe this guy did me some odd kind of favor taking me away. Maybe...
"I'm a little hungry..." I sighed, as I watched the ocean.
"I'll have someone send you up some dinner." Killian said softly.
"Where am I to stay?" I asked.
"In my chamber...with me." He said. I looked up quickly at that and raised my eyebrows.
"And, where am I to sleep?" I asked, folding my arms over my chest.
"We'll figure that out later." Killian winked.
"Fantastic..." I sighed, turning back to stare out the window.
I left her to eat and get used to things. I knew she wasn't exactly thrilled. But, I would make it as comfortable for her as possible. I wasn't cruel.
At night, when I was about to turn in, I returned to my chambers only to find the food exactly where I had placed it, everything still on the plate. She had picked at the bread and sipped her wine, but that was it.
"Was dinner not to your liking?" I asked her, she was still looking out the window.
"Lost my appetite." She said hoarsely. She sounded like she had been crying.
"Oh." I said as I walked in further.
"I'm about to turn in for the night." He said.
"Great." She mumbled, wiping her eyes.
"I have some bed clothes for you in that dresser beside you. A few dresses in the closet over there, too, some outfits to wear while on the deck and boots...they should fit." I said, reaching back with my good hand and rubbing the back of my neck.
I had captured many a woman and never before had I felt remorse. This time I did. I wasn't sure why.
"You're too kind." She mumbled.
"You may sleep in my bed if you like..." I offered.
"I'd rather not." She replied.
I nodded once and started to undress for bed. I laid my shirt, vest and boots on the ground and walked over to my bed to take a pillow off it and the throw blanket at the foot of it.
"Would you like a drink, Love?" I asked as I placed the pillow on the sitting couch.
She didn't answer.
"Look, I'm trying to be kind...at least answer." I said, agitated.
"Oh, where are my manners, man who captured me against my will..." She scoffed.
"Like it or not, you are here. I would rather you warm up to the idea than have me do things the hard way. It would be so much more pleasant for all." I sighed, running a hand through my hair in frustration.
Here I was, thinking this capture would go pretty much text book. Take the girl, the girl is grateful to be taken away from her miserable life...either her parents are evil or she is betrothed or some other such fate, and she actually thanks me for saving her and giving her a new life of adventure. We become lovers for a few months and then we depart at some port or another.
It was usually a win win situation. But, I had never been to her realm before. Never met a woman such as her. She spoke differently than I, wore clothes I did not understand. And she had various tattoos, of which I didn't know their meaning. Her shoes were a little unorthodox...I had never seen a heel so high before...looked terrible uncomfortable...but then again, women wore corsets. I had to carry her the entire way as she slowed me down in those things.
But, regardless of all I did not understand...she was beautiful. In any realm.
I sat on the couch in the corner of the room, staring out the little porthole window in front of me. This was freaking surreal. Hours must have passed. I glanced at him asleep from time to time. He looked almost sweet while he slept. I shook my head and brought my eyes back to the window.
I got up and examined my surroundings. I glanced down at my high heels, noisy as I stepped and took them off. I walked to the closet where he said there were some clothes and boots. I changed into a pair of leather pants and flat black tall riding boots. I kept my fitted t-shirt though, the shirts he had in there were old fashioned...not my style. I did manage to have on a jacket that kept me pretty warm.
I wanted to get out of this room at least. I needed fresh air. I looked around the room, the sound of his faint snoring alerting me that he was still asleep. I spotted a covered dagger resting on a dresser, I slipped it into my boot and continued to look around. I made my way quietly to the door and tested the knob.
I was met with no resistance as it opened.
Easy enough.
I closed it behind me and made my way down a hall. It was roughly 5 am. There was no one around and the ship looked to be anchored for the night til the crew was up to tend to the ship. I heard no one around me, just the waves. It was haunting.
I sighed and walked slowly up a wooden flight of stairs that brought me out onto the deck of the grand ship. There was no one to be seen. So, quietly, I walked out and towards the railing. I sat on a wooden crate and watched the water. It was all I could do.
I woke up, sensing something was off. I glanced around the room and noticed she was gone. I sprung out of bed, threw on my boots and went off to find her. She couldn't have gone too far.
I stepped out onto the deck, the sun rise had barely begun to start on the horizon.
"Captain!" Smee called out in a quieted tone.
"What is it?" I asked as he motioned me over toward the railing where I saw her asleep on a crate, leaning against one of the supports for the mast. My expression softened.
"What should we do with her?" Smee asked.
"You are to do nothing but leave her to sleep." I ordered, reaching down into her boot where the handle of my dagger was poking out. I stuck it into mine and walked back downstairs to my chambers where I retrieved a blanket. I quietly approached and gently laid the blanket over her to which she snuggled into.
"Good night, Love..." I whispered softly before turning to go back down to my chambers.
Sensing the heat of the sun on me, I opened my eyes slowly. Remembering where I was, I stood up quickly and defensively. The crew was up and doing their chores, paying me no mind...or at least not treating me like an enemy.
I glanced down at my feet and saw that a blanket had fallen as I got up. Who would've given me a blanket? I bent down to pick it up and rolled it up, taking it with me as I walked around the deck curiously.
"The Captain would like you to join him for breakfast. I will lead you back down to his chambers..." a very frumpy looking man in a silly red knitted hat said.
Wordlessly, I followed.
"Have a good sleep on deck, did you?" Killian asked with an amused smile.
"I take it you gave me this?" I asked, tossing the blanket on his bed.
"Couldn't let you catch cold." He said, motioning for me to join him at the table. There was fruit, bread and eggs on a plate along with a glass of water in a goblet.
"I suggest you eat this time, Love. It's going to be a long day." He said. I eyed him suspiciously as I sat.
"That's a good girl." He replied as he continued eating and I started.
"I took my dagger back...it's not nice to take other people's things." He chuckled as I reached down to my boot to find it indeed gone.
"Ummmm...how about how nice it isn't to take other PEOPLE?" I countered.
He laughed at that.
"You've got me, dear...what's your name?" He asked with a little smile.
"Cynthia." I mumbled before taking a sip of water.
"Beautiful name for a beautiful woman." He mused with a wink.
I scoffed.
"Trying to be charming now?" I asked flatly.
"I'm always charming." He replied.
"Whatever." I said. He made a puzzled face.
"What does that mean?" He asked.
"It's like saying "I don't believe you but please continue with your lies"...so, please, go on." I said.
He sighed.
"I really wish you were more agreeable. That would make this all the more pleasant. You're here, you're not going anywhere, you might as well get used to it and try to loosen up. Need a drink? Are you more bearable when you're liquored up, Love?" He asked.
I glared at him as I continued to eat, shooting daggers at him with my eyes.
"Mmm, you're quite lovely when you're mad..." He smirked.
"Do you ever stop?" I asked.
"Stop what, Love?" He asked innocently.
"The innuendos...and stop calling me 'love'." I stated firmly.
"This is my ship, LOVE. I speak how I wish to whomever I wish." He said.
"You're infuriating." I sighed as I finished eating quickly and got up from the table, tears welling in my eyes but not falling just yet.
I just wanted to be home.
Suddenly, the feeling of nausea came over me and I looked around for somewhere to vomit. Nowhere suitable. I rushed out of the room as Killian quickly stood and followed after me to the deck where I ran to the railing and leaned over it to vomit...profusely.
I felt a hand on the small of my back, rubbing in slow circular motions. I had no time for objection as I vomited once more...with feeling. As if the first go around wasn't enough.
"We gotta get you your sea legs, Darling..." Killian sighed.
I groaned and vomited again.