"Princess, you have to go down to your cabin!"

Clarke rolled her eyes when she heard the voice behind her. She just shrugged her shoulders and continued to stare into the vast blueness of the sea. The sound of footsteps on the wood planks made her stomach drop in disappointment. She just got here, the wind in her hair, the taste of salt on her lips, the warmth of the sun on her skin.

It was unfair.

A hand fell on her shoulder, his grip gentle but his voice firm. "Princess."

She refused to look at the man standing beside her as she kept her eyes on the tumbling waves below them. "No." she simply said.

"Princess, you really need to go down."

She wanted to laugh at the frustration in his voice, but where's the fun in that? She shook her head.

"Princess..."

Well, maybe she should give him a little bit of something since he begged just to be on this ship. "Not when you keep calling me that."

Giggling at his groan, she finally looked at her guardian - her best friend. "Come on, Clarke."

She jokingly glared at him as she placed her hands on her hips with a stern look on his face. "I told you, Wells. You call me Clarke."

He sighed, shaking his head. "Yes, Your Highness Clarke." he said with a sly grin on his face as he peered through his lashes in a small bow.

Bastard. She laughed and soon his laughter joined hers.

She and Wells had been friends since they were little. His father, Thelonious, was the adviser of King James, her father. Ever since they bumped into each other literally along the hallway, they had been inseparable. They played together in the gardens. Together, they learned to mount up their horses and feel the wind through their hair. They sneaked out of the castle together to look at the stars.

You could say he was the only boy in her life. As they grew up, her parents knew that they could do nothing to separate them. Thus, they offered Wells to be her escort and guardian. He was trained for years and now wherever she went, he was there.

"Look, Clarke. You really need to go below deck. It's dangerous out here." he said as he held her shoulders.

She tilted her head to the side in question. "Dangerous?"

"This is the Red Sea, the-."

"The sea of the pirates." she added, remembering the way her teacher's funny accent twirled around the word 'pirate'.

Wells nodded as he pushed her gently towards the steps leading below deck. "Yes, that's why we need to get you down there." he said, pointing to the steps.

Clarke stopped moving and spun to look at him. "I didn't see any ships out there." she argued, clearly annoyed by his persistence.

His shoulders slumped down and his face looked as if he knew this was coming. Of course, he would.

"Exactly. That means they can come anytime and get-"

Suddenly the whole ship rocked violently from side to side. Clarke clutched onto the nearest thing she could hold which was Wells who was able to steady himself with one hand on her arm and the other on the railing of the ship.

"On guard, men! We have something coming!" the captain roared as the rocking ceased to a stop.

The men scrambled across the deck, their guns trained far off into the sea. Captain Kane kept his eyes on the sea, peeking through the hole of his telescope. Despite his calm demeanor, Clarke could see the sweat gleaning on his forehead.

The tug on her arm brought her back to Wells who was now pulling her towards the stairs. Understanding the situation, she didn't resist. When she finally in her cabin, Wells gave her a small nod and a soft smile that told her everything would be okay and that he would come back for her when it was over. After the footsteps of Wells faded in the corners of her room, she sat quietly on her bed, heart pounding in anxiety.

A minutes passed, nothing happened and she was starting to feel uncomfortable under the silence in the room. Finally decided, she stood up and walked across the room when shouts erupted from above. Loud thuds came from above. Then the sound of gunshot echoed in her ears. Soon the shouts increased and footsteps thundered above her. Her heart was racing in panic as she realized what was happening. More gunshots shot through the air as groans and shouts were muffled by the thin wood flooring.

A few more gunshots and thuds that sounded like bodies falling on the floor were heard before the silence returned. She held her breath as she almost stood on her bed just to listen for any sounds. There were some voices. Muffled voices too soft and muffled to be heard. She didn't know what was happening now. Maybe they won. Yes, they should have won. They were great fighters, after all.

The minutes grew and Clarke huffed in frustration. It seemed like everyone forgot about her. And for once, she agreed that she shouldn't be ignored. Slowly, she opened the door of her cabin. Her heart pounded and her stomach dropped as she shuffled along the hallway. Something was wrong. Her guts told her something was wrong and she shouldn't be out here. Her guts also told her that Wells should have come back for her.

Then she found herself standing in front of the door that led to the deck. She was about to reach for the door knob when it suddenly opened and a pale looking man stared at her, the shock apparent in his eyes. Then a smirk crept to his lips. A smirk that made her insides churn in disgust.

"Hey, look what I found." he shouted, his eyes twinkling in a way she didn't like.

Soon she saw multiple heads poking into the door. She backed up against the wall, horrified by the sight in front of her. They were all staring. Their eyes blazing in a way that made her sick.

A loud erupted behind them.

"Stand back!"

All the heads quickly disappeared.

A big man emerged. His face was dark, black ink etched on his skin. He looked like a brave warrior who could kill thousand with his sword. But there was an air of discipline around him. Clarke guessed he must be the captain.

She braved herself and stood up on her two feet, her head high. She was a princess after all. Not a damsel.

"Who are you? What are you doing on my ship?"

The strength in her voice surprised her and it seemed it also surprised the captain. He was about to open his mouth to respond when another voice boomed.

"Move!"

The man turned around and disappeared from her view. Not long after, another man stood before her by the door. Dark, curly hair. Tall, lean frame. Piercing black eyes. The light behind him made the shadows on his face dance and she could make out his chiseled jaw and rough features.

Her eyes trailed further down. He wore a leather coat over a dark vest which exposed his broad chest. Even in the dark hallway, she could see the ink on his skin. An insignia. Her eyes widened as everything dawned on her.

She knew that insignia. Everyone else did.

She was in trouble. They lost.

She was going to be taken away.

By the famous Blake of the Red Sea.

As if he knew that she recognized him, a smirk sat on his lips, his eyes twinkling in delight.

"Oh, hello, princess."