She let out a scream.

This couldn't happen. Not to him. Not here. And not by the hand of this man.

She watched as his body fell from the top of the mast. She knew he was dead before he hit the deck.

"Stephan!" She screamed, her voice cracking. Right as the body hit the ground...

Jean opened her eyes and sat up. She looked around, and her surroundings were the same as she had fallen asleep. He hadn't stolen her yet. He hadn't saved her.

From down the hall, she could hear the distinct groans and curses of men playing poker. In the air, she could smell tobacco and whiskey. Her face wrinkled into disgust, and she rose out of bed. Jean walked over to her desk and lit several candles hoping to diminish the smell. She sat down at her windowsill, lifting the window up and letting fresh air come into her room. She looked out the window, into the night sky. She found her star, and a small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

She listened, and heard the men down the hall discussing women they have had sex with. She rolled her eyes. They all believed she was in bed, so now was the perfect time to write. She left her seat at the windowsill, and walked to her desk. She quietly unplugged her laptop and quietly walked to her bed where she sat upright, the laptop resting on her thighs. The soft light from the laptop, filled her room. As soon as the desktop popped up onto the screen, she opened the document. She couldn't help but grin as she began writing about her hero. The only escaped she had.

Slowly, the sound of the men down the hall faded away. She forgot everything, as the story came to life. Her world, became his.

"Stephan! Stephan where are you?" Jean yelled, sticking her head into a room and glancing around.
She had spent the last ten minutes walking around the Nest, looking for Stephan and the boys. All of a sudden, she heard yelling and clanking of swords in the front room. But one voice shouted above the rest.

"Alright guys! I think it's time for an island-wide game of Hide and Seek!" he shouted, which resulted in shouts of happiness.
"Not so fast...I made lunch. You all need to eat before going back out" Jean said, standing at the door way.

The four younger boys, one girl, and Stephan all groaned.

"Oh goodness, you all are such drama queens. I made ham sandwiches." she said, grinning at their displeasure.

The childrens' faces looked glum, but they went into the dining room anyway. Stephan and Jean were left alone, which was fine with them. He walked up to her, a grin on his face.

Jean opened her mouth, to say something about them leaving very early this morning but was interupted by Stephans's lips meeting hers. She smiled and pulled away.

"That's not going to keep you out of trouble" she said, taking his hands and grinning.
"It was worth a try" he said, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Jean playfully hit him on the shoulder. "Get in there and eat, you crazy boy" she said, laughing.

He gave her a quick peck and went into the dining room and she followed.
As soon as she walked into the dining room, she knew she shouldn't have.

The scene was something out of a comedy movie. The sandwiches became projectiles as the five small boys threw them across the room at each other. Stephan let out a shout of happiness, while Jean rolled her eyes at their shenanigans.

"STOP" Jean screamed, drow

Jean's door slammed open, her obviously drunk step-father David, standing there. She slammed her laptop shut, out of reflex.

"Oi! I thought you were sleeping!" He shouted, the smell of liquor seeping from his mouth.
"I was! Then I woke up" Jean said, scrambling to hide her laptop.
"Oh don't tell me you were writing again. How many times have I told you that isn't acceptable for a young woman!" he said, lunging forward and grabbing her wrist. He pulled her to him and stared down at her.
"Such a pretty girl...wouldn't want to waste it on brains" he said, his face getting closer to hers.
She pushed away from him as hard as she could.
"GET AWAY FROM ME YOU PIG" she screamed, and backed away from him. Tears began welling up in her bright blue eyes. This wasn't going to happen again.
"Such rude comments, from a little slut" he spat at her. He quickly walked towards her, grabbed a handful of hair, and pulled her face to his.

"Now, you have two choices. Either you go to bed like a good little girl and we pretend this never happened, or you can continue having an attitute and you will have to be punished, like a bad little girl. The choice is yours" he almost whispered.
"I'll go back to bed..." she said, not looking him in the eye.
"What was that?" He asked, wanting more.
"I'll go back to bed, sir" she said, defeat evident in her voice.

He dropped the fistful of blonde hair and she gripped her head from the pain as she flinched away from him.

"Good girl. Off you go" he said.

She scrambled to her bed and watched as he walked out of her room, slamming the door behind him.

She cried into her pillow.

"Oh Stephan, where are you..." she cried.

She needed him desperately.

A/N: So this is the first chapter of my story.

It's a tad bit short, but the other chapters will be more lengthily I promise.

Now fair warning, I only write when I have the story clear in my head. So if it takes me several months to update, I apologize. But I have the entire story in my head already, which helps. It's just about organizing it and getting it onto paper.

So I hope you enjoyed! Reviews and feedback are always welcome.
Critiques are wanted, just make sure they are constructive.

Hope you have a good day/afternoon/night.