The Captain And His Mistress.
Short prologue chapter for now to see if people are intrigued by the start of sorts. Mysterious and vague on purpose, all will be explained in the next, proper chapter. I assure you the chapters will be a lot longer. So! Reviews would be greatly appreciated, since they are what feeds a writers muse. Thank you! x
The young woman shivered as she cowered into the corner of her cage, hugging her slim arms into her chest as she listened intently, her long dark blue dress ragged as slivers of light filtering through the spaces in the wall onto it. She placed a hand over her mouth as the ship rocked side to side, seasickness kicking in, stomach churning wildly, threatening to make her bring back up her dinner.
She could hear the hustle and bustle of a busy deck, the shouting of orders and groans of men. And here she was, huddled in her corner of the brig, fear shooting through her as the ship rocked wildly.
Ships. She hated them.
The door was shoved open now, raucous voices approaching, then a woop as she was spotted. In silence, she watched the two men saunter over and take the bars of the cage into their hands, leering at her unpleasantly as one laughed out, cocking his head at her. "Well well, looky here! Eye candy!"
She stayed silent and unmoving as the taller one whistled to her. "Come here darling, we don't bite!"
The shorter man just guffawed. "Much."
But as her silence persisted, she noted the taller of the pair grow more and more annoyed, trying to spy the girls expression between the cascade of black curls that framed her face, her eyes not even looking up as something small was tossed at her, followed by the rattling of cage bars. To their utter annoyance, they couldn't get in.
A moment later, however, the pairs actions were stopped dead by a "Oi! Off! She's not to be touched, Captains orders."
And yet, she still didn't look up, just listening as another shiver shooting through her petite features. Her bare arms were goosey to the point of pain.
"Out with you both." The third voice snapped and quick shuffling of feet later, the entrance to below deck was shut, leaving her to finally look up, spying another man staring at her. But not ogling like the other two were. She heard him mutter. "He's truly lost his mind this time." Then in a louder voice. "What's your name lass?"
A small pause and she whispered without looking up. "Anastasia. Your own, pirate?"
"Gibbs be the name Miss. Anastasia. Care to stretch your legs a little on deck?"
Anastasia finally looked up, a frown creasing her features as she spied the man. Middle aged and plump, and she went. "So your Captain can snatch me again?"
"He's just… going through a rough patch."
"A-? He kidnapped me! You probably helped him! Go! At least I'm safe in here from you monsters!"
"Now lass-" he pushed, but Anastasia more or less hissed. "Leave me alone! All of you! Or let me go home!"
"Miss. Anastasia, the captain would actually like a word, but I'll tell him you don't feel up to it."
That got her attention and she got to her feet, steeling herself as she snapped. "Oh no Mister, lead the way by all means."
He wasn't expecting that response, but all the same, he crossed over to the lock, pulling out the heavy set of keys and twisting, pushing the door wide as he gestured for her to come out. Anastasia paused, but before Gibbs could catch her, she dashed forwards and wrenched the door open, shoving him down the stairs as slammed it shut behind her, not even having time to turn around as hands caught her around the waist, a cry leaving her lips as she was pressed to the closed door, a quiet growl of sorts in her ear as she was held there by a hand wound tight into her hair, the other still at her waist.
"Now now Wildcat. Calm it."
Anastasia snarled, "Get off me-!"trying to pull away, but bit her bottom lip hard as her hair was tugged at harder, hearing a quiet laugh in her ear of. "Quite the catch, eh?"
"Bastard-!" She spat, slamming the heel of her boots onto his foot, making the mans grip loosen enough in shock to dash forwards where Anastasia with heart pounding against her ribcage spied the side of the ship, dashing people who tried to catch her as she made it to the side, jumping off and into the deep and dark water, suddenly realizing that this feat required swimming. Something she couldn't do.
Anastasia panicked, coughing as the salty water invaded her mouth, only half aware of her arms flailing madly as she tried to stay afloat. She caught snatches, glances of the ship; the crew were at the side, watching. Whether they were laughing or wanting to help, she couldn't tell as the darkness overtook her.
Captain Jack Sparrow had never been scolded by his First Mate before. Well, he had, but never for this duration or severity. He paid no attention, leaning back in his seat with wide leather hat covering his closed eyes as the ranting continued.
Oh wait, it had stopped.
His foot hurt. Damn bitch had stomped on it.
"Done?" He asked nonchalantly and Gibbs threw up his arms, shouting. "What are you playing at?!"
Jack cocked a brow and shoved his hat back, saying back, almost coolly. "I could ask you the same, speaking to your Captain in such a tone."
"Mothers love Jack-! You make us drop anchor unexpectedly around the side of the cove, take a longboat out without telling a soul your plans, leave us without orders and return with an unconscious lass that you proceed to toss into the brig? Forgive me for being quite so intrigued!"
The captain said nothing for a moment, but then simply said, fiddling with a splinter of wood that was loose on his desk. "Done?" the question was simple, but it rang with finality in which the other man said in defeat. "Yes."
"Good." Jack replied, waving a hand at the door. "You're dismissed. Send the wildcat in."
"Wildcat?"
"Well, that is if she's still alive after her dive. Check the sides; she won't survive the weekend if she's scratched them."
Gibbs was silent, but then answered. "Merely unconscious. Again. She'll be awake by morning, I guarantee it. Then will you tell what's going through that mind of yours?"
"Lock her up good and tight again. Alert me when she awakes." Jack just said in a bored tone, ignoring the question completely, but Gibbs knew better- something was up.
And he didn't have a goddamn clue what this might be, so he left without another word.
As the cabin door was closed, Jack Sparrow crossed over to his bed and lay across it, placing his hat upon his face to block the light that was invading the room.
He'd done some pretty crazy, spur-of-the-moment things before, but this was well on the way to becoming number one.
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