Emy Note: I read the pirate JP/LE fics and decided to try writing one. Sadly, I realized I know pretty much nothing about ships. Hopefully, that won't ruin the story to much. Anyway, onto the story...
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Locked in a cell, check.
Wrists tied, check.
Gag in my mouth, "Mmhm," double check.
'Okay, Lily, not exactly the best place to be in, but I have been here before.' I thought to myself well aware that the situation was not exactly the same as before. The difference: last time I purposely got myself locked up. This time, some back-stabbing pirate sold me out.
Damn, Pirates! It's weird to curse yourself; maybe I should be more specific. Damn, Landers. I tried to say this out loud, but it end up as more of a, "Mphnfm."
"Shut it!" A voice roared and I rolled my eyes. It was probably that stubby crewmember that shoved me in here.
A middle age man walked towards the cell door and glared contemptuously through the bars. "Pirate," he snarled. The man was wearing His Majesty naval uniform.
I just rolled my eyes, since I still couldn't speak clearly.
"Seeley," the man called and the stubby man got up.
"Captain?"
"Remove the cloth from the prisoner's mouth." Seeley gave his captain a confused look before he shrugged his shoulders and opened the cell door. The Captain turned back to me glaring full force, "Don't try anything." I stared at the man, while Seeley loosened my gag. "Now, state your name, pirate."
"And take away your fun of calling me pirate?" I replied calmly.
He looked murderous and for a second I thought he might snap. "By the order of His Majesty, state your name."
"Well, since you asked so nicely." I took pride in watching his eyes narrower to the point of squinting. "Li-wait you mean to tell me that you called me a pirate and did not even know who I am." He stuttered for a second. "You took the word of an accused pirate over a young girl?" I asked adopting an innocent look.
"If you are so innocent, then why do you have the mark of a pirate?"
"I have a pirate mark?" I asked questioningly.
He nodded towards Seeley, who cut the ropes binding my hands. I rubbed my wrists; no matter how many times I get tied up, it always leaves a mark. The captain wrenched my left arm towards him and yanked up the sleeve. He looked for the tattoo that marked me as a pirate. I heard a collective gasp, when the dear captain and Seeley examined my arm. I must say that the particular reaction I just experienced was now my favorite.
"I know you have a mark. Where is it wench?"
"I don't appreciate being called a wench." I said agitatedly. "If you must know, I don't have the mark."
"Every pirate has the tattoo."
"Then I wonder what it means since I don't have one." I said condescendingly. You only get the tattoo, if you get found guilty.
The captain looked purple at what I was insinuating; I guess he doesn't like being made a fool of. With one hand he pointed his pistol at my temple, and with the other he ripped off the dark bandana that was covering my hair. Unfortunately, I had not cut it in a very long time, so my unkempt auburn hair tumbled down my back. The captain was momentarily stunned; my seemingly unnatural red hair had that effect on people. Blinking quickly, he grudgingly removed the gun and said, "a young lady should not be dressed like a man." He appraised my outfit, "Seeley bring our new guest some appropriate clothing."