A/N: Here is another one since I got a quite a few reviews and add's, so thank you very much to all who reviewed and added this story to their fav's etc! For all your great reviews, I decided to update again, hopefully I won't disappoint :)

The Seven Seas

Chapter 2


The aftermath of the attack was devastating. Several buildings were beyond repair and would need to be domolished in order to start again. The body count was too high for a small dock town like Mystic Falls.

When Miranda Gilbert returned from her trip to a town outside of Virginia, she was devastated to find her daughter missing and her husband now dead. She was currently in the company of Elizabeth Forbes and Carol Lockwood, but it was hard to find somewhere quiet to talk, even in the privacy of the Lockwood Manor since the repairs had begun immediately all over town. Fortunately the fires had been put out so there was no awful smokey smell to endure, but it was hard on everyone to know that their little town who had done nothing to deserve such a fate could be just attacked like this leaving widows and children without fathers.

"Why?" cried Miranda who was crestfallen. Her tears had dried for she had cried for too long, now she was in a different mindframe, just wondering how this could happen to her.

Elizabeth shook her head and looked to her old friend with pity. She herself had experienced almost the same loss. Her daughter had also been kidnapped but at least there may be a chance that her husband were still alive, which is why she felt Miranda's heart ache the most.

Carol brought in some tea herself as she had sent the servants back to their families for the moment, after all, they too would have lost someone in the attack the previous night. She sat the tray onto a small table in front of the mourning women and placed a soft hand onto Miranda's shoulder.

"You must stay here, Miranda and you as well Elizabeth," spoke Carol with worry as she looked to both of the women sadly.

Elizabeth nodded. Carol began to wonder how Elizabeth could hold herself together so well, perhaps because her husband was a Captain of a well known ship. Carol admired her greatly.

"And what of Richard, Carol?" asked Elizabeth, looking to her friend wistfully.

"Oh, well, his ship hasn't arrived back yet. Tyler was devastated but I keep high hopes that he will be back soon," smiled Carol, hiding her misgivings for she had no reason to be sorrowful when her two friends had known more loss than herself. At least she still had Tyler.

Suddenly the women heard the front doors to the manor open and then close again.

They all looked to each other, still uneasy from last night's attack. Carol's eyes widened and she ran toward the doorway of the sunroom to look upon the lobby and then relief flowed through her body at the vision of her son standing before her.

"Mother," he spoke. "I'm leaving in search of Caroline." He spoke with a purpose and with determination.

Carol shook her head. "No Tyler, please! I don't want you to go, let the other men-"

Tyler held his hand up to stop her. "No. Nobody seems to care that she's just gone!" he exclaimed angrily and then two other women entered the lobby.

"I care, young Tyler," spoke Elizabeth softly. "Please, please save her."

Carol snapped her head to her friend with narrowed eyes. "Elizabeth! Please don't encourage him!"

The blonde woman shook her head furiously. "Carol, I understand that you don't want to see your son leave for the fear he may never return, but we have already been through that! My daughter is gone, my husband captured and he may never return! And Tyler is right, all the town cares about is fixing their buildings, not for the fact that Elena and my Caroline are gone...I pleaded with the Duke for he is a friend of our families but even he couldn't convince the Lords and Dukes to send ships for them," explained Elizabeth exasperatingly.

Carol looked away, knowing that what Elizabeth Forbes said was true. Maybe she was being selfish, but she didn't care. It was her son, what if she never saw him again?

"I'm going mother. Don't stop me, I love you and I hope to see you again soon."

Tyler left quickly, nodding to Miranda and Elizabeth.


Caroline awoke to the sound of creaking, as was a common thing when you were aboard a ship of any kind. Then she remembered, it wasn't a nightmare, it was reality. She was still captured by pirates. Her thoughts went to her friend Elena, she had to find her.

Her emerald orbs searched the cabin thoroughly this time, just to make sure he wasn't lurking around. As she moved her face began to throb in pain. She gasped as she held her cheek with one hand and she remember that he had hit her.

Caroline threw the covers off and tried to ignore the pain as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed. She stood up and walked slowly toward what she assumed was a cupboard of some sort; hoping there were some clothes in there.

She swung the doors open with a creak to find there were some clothes, thankfully. Her brow furrowed in thought, should she really wear his clothes? Well she would have to and if he got angry about it, then that is the sacrifice she would have to make just to see her friend.

Caroline swung each item to the side as she decided what she could wear. Eventually she decided on a large manly white button up shirt, some brown leather trousers and black boots which were far too big for her, but she wanted to be inconspicuous so she couldn't really prance around in her lovely blue dress now, could she?

She undid her ties at the back of her dress as best she could using a mirror which was fastened to one of the cupboard doors. After five minutes she seemed to have loosened it enough and slid her dress down to the floor, next she took off her petty coat and chamisole, then she had to untie her corset which took another ten minutes. Finally she was naked. Feeling happy with herself and after admiration of her servants back home for helping her dress usually, she pulled on the shirt she picked out, then placed the leather pants on. She tucked the white shirt into the pants and rolled up the sleeves of the shirt since each piece of clothing seemed to be way too large for her small frame.

Next she pulled on the boots, making sure the pants stuck into the bottom of them, then she admired herself in the mirror. Not too shabby, definitely not her best look and she sort of looked manly but it would have to do for now.

Caroline looked at her hair in disgust and tried to pat it down as best she could. She would have to ask her captor if she could have a brush of some kind later on, but for now, it would have to do. And perhaps a face washer as well! Her make up was all smudged, so she looked around for some sort of cloth. Finally her eyes set upon some sort of towel which hung over the back of a chair in front of the desk. She quickly used it in front of the mirror to wipe where necessary.

After that, she looked in the mirror, deciding she was somewhat adequate, after all, these things mattered even in captivity!

She walked toward the door quietly and listened to see if she could hear footsteps; there were none. She smiled and opened the door slowly, cringing as it creaked.

Does everything creak on this damned boat? she thought to herself bitterly as she began to head left. She had no idea where it would lead, but hopefully it was out toward where she could get up to the deck.

Caroline turned a corner, as she collided with someone. She shrieked for a second, only to cover her mouth remembering what her captor had said to her the previous night.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, love. The pirates will make a meal of you, I guarantee it," he had spoken cruelly.

She began to run in the opposite direction in fear of what might happen to her, without so much as looking up at who it was that she had run into, however a hand grasped her wrist and her eyes met blue. Her eyes widened.

"Ah, you're awake then," smiled the man. "I guess-" but he stopped as he began to stare at the purple shades which covered one side of her cheek.

"A word of warning, Miss Caroline. You shouldn't anger him, it will make it a better stay," said the man with a look she could only recognise as pity, and it was all for her.

"You're one of them," stated Caroline, her eyes narrowed. "You're the one that took Elena away!"

The man sighed and nodded. "Yes, but she is unharmed, I assure you. I'll take you to her."

Caroline was surprised, how could this man seem almost kind when the other man had been cruel and violent? He guided her through some narrow hallways, around some corners, through some doors and finally they stopped in front of a door which stated simply "Elijah".

"Elijah," said Caroline aloud with a frown.

"Yes, that is me," said the man from beside her. She looked up at him and frowned.

Caroline didn't say anything as she pulled the metal handle downwards and entered.

"Caroline!" exclaimed her friend as the brown haired beauty rushed to her friend in relief.

She wrapped her arms around Elena and they hugged tightly in the middle of the room. "Oh Elena, I was so worried!"

Elena nodded in agreement but stopped and held Caroline's shoulders so she could examine her face. The girl's eyes began to fill with tears as she pulled away from Caroline and began to glare at the man standing behind them.

She walked over to him as she pointed her finger at him accusingly.

"You promised. You promised we wouldn't be harmed, Elijah," she spat angrily.

Caroline looked on at the two and realised that she was out of the loop. But she would wait so she could hear about why they were here too.

The man whom was clearly Elijah held up his hands as if he were surrendering. "I didn't touch her, Elena, I promise you. However, I never said that you both wouldn't be harmed, I said you wouldn't. You are under my protection, Elena, but unfortunately, your friend is under another person's protection so I can't assure you of anything he may do to her."

Elena stepped back and looked to Caroline as if she were made of glass. But she wasn't, she could handle her captor. She was strong, and she wouldn't let that ruin her time with Elena right now.

"Its fine Elena, all I want to know is, why are we here Elijah, if I may call you that," said Caroline politely.

Elijah nodded. "Sit."

Caroline and Elena both sat on the single bed which sat in the corner. It was much like the other room, except slightly smaller and it didn't have a fire place. It had a small desk in the far corner, then the bed in the opposite corner and a small dining table in the middle. It seemed to be in a square shape, as was standard for boats Caroline guessed.

"You are both on the ship The Cursed Hybrid," spoke Elijah, speaking slowly as though to assess Caroline's reaction to his words.

Her eyes widened in horror. No, I can't be... she thought. Caroline looked to her friend whom didn't seem as surprised as her, she guessed it was because Elijah had already told her this previously.

"The Cursed Hybrid...which is captained by the bloodthirsty Niklaus Mikaelson?" bit out Caroline, unable to believe she was even saying it.

Elijah nodded but couldn't help but have an amused look on his face. "That's an interesting way to say it, but yes, my brother is the Captain. You act as if you are reading from a book. He is much more complex than simply a 'blood thirsty' pirate, Caroline."

Caroline too shocked to speak merely looked away.

"Elena is here because we need her. There is a long history as to why, which I won't bore you with now. All you need to know is that you will both be taken care of," said Elijah, trying to avoid telling them of the true reason.

Caroline couldn't help but notice that he didn't say why she was here.

"And why am I here?" she asked boldly.

Elijah sighed. "Because Niklaus wanted you here."

Caroline narrowed her eyes again. "And why is that? And who is this man anyway?" she asked. "The man whom was in my room last night by the way was an outlandish brute! He told me I couldn't leave my room for the pirates would have their way with me! And he touched me, he was nothing but a rude, selfish and arrogant boy!"

Elijah laughed suddenly, his eyes sparkling with amusement at her words.

"What is so funny?!" she exclaimed angrily.

"That, Lady Caroline, was Niklaus."

Caroline held a hand over her mouth as he looked to Elena whom was also appalled.

"Oh, well, he wasn't nice," Caroline said quietly as she looked out of the window to the left which showed a sunny day, and calm waves.

Elijah looked at Caroline sympathetically, knowing she had already seen the bad side of his brother.

"As you have experienced, he isn't nice, no. In fact, the rumours you hear of him don't do him justice. He is worse," he explained solemnly, his eyes fixated on Caroline's to show that he wasn't joking this time.

"Just do as he says, and you should be fine," he spoke. "Now, you ladies should could up to the deck for some fresh air and to meet the crew, since you will be here for a long time."


Klaus stood on the balcony, watching over his crew. Kol had taken control of the wheel now, so he wanted to watch him to make sure he didn't do something crazy. Plus, he liked standing here sometimes in the breeze and in the sun. The sea could do him no harm and it was refreshing.

He watched all the comings and goings and his thoughts began to drift to the woman he had captured last night and the things she had said to him. She should be dead now, at the bottom of the ocean; but she wasn't. Just thinking about her just made him feel uneasy, so he tried to push what he thought about her aside and simply think about how he had finally got something against his father, it was just a matter of implementing his plan. It was a long shot and he might fail, but he had to try.

Suddenly voices below caught his attention. He looked down and saw two women walk about the deck. The girl he needed for his plan and then the woman he brought aboard on his whim. He frowned when he noticed what she was wearing.

They're definitely my clothes, seethed Klaus with narrowed eyes. He had a mind to go down there and yell at her, but he didn't. In fact, he didn't want to see her at all for a long time.

As she turned around and looked up, their eyes met for a small moment but the gaze ended as soon as it had begun.

He walked back and opened the door behind him which lead to room used for navigation, and grabbed a glass, filling it with whiskey. He downed the lot and looked over some papers for the journey ahead.

Meanwhile, Caroline and Elena were being introduced to the members of the crew. They had met Finn whom had walked past them underneath outside a cabin, and then they were being introduced to some lower ranked members of the crew. Most of them merely grunted, a few of them casting their gaze downward, as if they had been instructed to do so, however Finn had been polite.

"I think that's it," said Elijah with a smile. "I think Rebekah is organising breakfast, lets go and meet her, shall we?"

Suddenly they were back underneath in the cabin area, when they came toward the galley which was an open area. There was a blonde woman surrying around the place, cutting herbs, then stirring various pots and looking around for various utensils. She looked up with a smile as she noticed the two girls standing there with expectant looks upon their faces.

"Well then, I'm Rebekah. I'm sorry you'll have to excuse the mess," she spoke shortly.

Caroline could tell they weren't automatically going to be buddies with this woman, she seemed the sort of person not to cross.

"My name is Caroline-"

"Yes I know," said Rebekah as she looked up from what she was doing for the first time since they had entered the room. "Nik has told me all about you, and how you got that bruise."

Caroline was confused. Why would he talk about her for? Maybe to vent his anger at how he wanted to kill her, she wasn't sure but she certainly wasn't going to push the matter.

"I am his sister, if you didn't know," she said and then her eyes fell upon Elena and a distant look formed in her eyes. She didn't even bother to acknowledge her.

Elijah cleared his throat.

"Why don't I leave them in your capable hands, they could help you with breakfast?" said Elijah with a smile.

Rebekah rolled her eyes. "Fine, but not her." She nodded toward Elena whom held a confused expression as if she were being attacked.

Elijah didn't argue with her and nodded; placing a hand at the small of Elena's back to usher her out of the room.

"Very well."

Rebekah's gaze fell to Caroline. "So, can you cook?"

Caroline shook her head. "Sorry, I don't," she said, looking into Rebekah's cool blue eyes whom were piercing into her like daggers almost.

"Tsk Tsk, you'll learn my dear, that's for sure. I'd like you to help me from now on," spoke Rebekah as if it were an order.

Caroline nodded, she couldn't exactly refuse now could she? She had a feeling if she did, the knive that Rebekah was holding could possibly end up in her chest.

"Now, I'll teach you."


It was hard work, but Caroline had learnt the basics on cooking - well, cooking for Pirates that is. She had cut chicken, boiled broth, learnt about the measurements of ingredients and what spices to put with what dishes, it had actually been sort of fun.

Rebekah was a hard teacher and didn't like to be asked something twice, but, Caroline guessed that she appreciated the extra hands.

Now the plates were served and the crew sat down to eat at a dining table. The lower level crew ate on the lower deck, underneath the Captain's level, and it seemed his siblings and First Mate which was Elijah, all ate together, which is where Elena and Caroline found themselves.

At the moment, the head of the table was vacant. She guessed that was where Klaus sat and she was glad he wasn't there. It all seemed light hearted, Kol would joke with Rebekah in which she would glare and throw things at him. Elijah would simply chuckle and then comment at how childish they were both being, and then they would both glare at him. Finn was in between and liked to simply calm the whole situation down.

Elena seemed to be amused by their interactions, but Caroline didn't know what to think. She was seeing a different side to these people and she didn't know if that were a good thing, after all, they were the infamous crew of The Cursed Hybrid, the deadliest Pirates ever known.

She seemed to opt to stare at her plate and play with her food and continued to do this until the table fell silent. Caroline looked up to see who had entered the room, it was Klaus. The man who had bruised her; the man whom had captured her for no good reason.

And then the conversations started up again.

"So, did you like what I helped Rebekah cook?" asked Caroline, deciding to start a conversation with Elena so as to be distracted from looking up to the head of the table.

Elena shook her palm in the air to say 'so-so', jokingly.

"Oh, hold your tongue Elena," laughed Caroline, as she hit her friend on the shoulder playfully.

"Caroline, do you know why Rebekah dislikes me?" whispered Elena with slight hurt in her voice.

Caroline shook her head and shrugged. "I'm not sure, I could try and find out, you have to give me time though. I'm not sure Rebekah even likes me," said Caroline quietly.

She stabbed a bean and placed it in her mouth. As she began to chew and joked a bit with Elena, she felt the hairs stand up on the back of her neck. He was staring at her, she could tell without even looking in his direction.

Everyone was jesting and in the middle of conversations but he was just sitting there, dormant, with a cold icy glare facing her way. He had his elbow sitting on on of the arms of his tall backed chair with his hand in a fist which rested against his cheek as he continued to stare.

Finally she looked away. She wouldn't let him bother her. So she decided to offer to take their dishes back to the galley. Rebekah nodded in appreciation as did Finn, Kol and Elijah. Klaus didn't say anything, but allowed her to take his plate.

Caroline headed down the hall, at least remembering how to get back to the galley, even though it seemed like a maze around there. She placed the dishes on the table and began to put the scraps into what they seemed to be using as a bin, however, it looked as though it were merely a bucket.

She scrunched her nose up in disgust, the smell was simply atrocious.

"I see you've met the crew," said a cold voice from behind her.

Caroline didn't bother to turn around. "Yes."

"They were nice enough to you?"

Finally she turned around, remembering their encounter from last night and decided to let him have it. "Yes, they were Klaus. However, you on the other hand are a different story," she spat she placed her hands on her hips defiantly.

He narrowed his blue orbs slightly. "I see. I'm a pirate, love, were you expecting more?"

Caroline huffed and continued scraping the plates.

"You're right, that's probably why I have this," she said pointing to her bruised cheek. "I guess I can expect more of that from you."

Klaus stood stock still at the doorway to the galley, uncertain of what to say. Of course he had felt bad, he didn't like violence against a woman but he had been so mad last night, what was he supposed to do?

He walked over until he was behind her, and pulled her upper arm, forcing her to turn around to face him. She looked up, since he seemed to be about a head taller than her, and he placed his thumb lightly on her cheek as he looked at what he had caused with an unrecognisable expression.

"W-what are you doing?" she asked softly as she looked up into his eyes with a questionable look.

It broke Klaus out of his reverie and he strode away out of the galley, leaving a confused Caroline in his wake. She stood there for a moment, wondering what had just happened.

Rebekah, whom had been watching the exchange, held a small smirk upon her face. Maybe there was hope for her brother yet. She strode into the galley and began to help Caroline.


Klaus threw the papers off the table in a rage. He was back in the navigation room at the top level. Just what had he been thinking? That she would welcome him into her arms after what he had done to her? But she was so snippy and rude to him and yet he kept her alive and he didn't know why. He took what he wanted, not caring what people thought, he always had. He was a pirate and that's what pirate's do.

But he knew why, which is why he took her in the first place. She was different, she was a raging storm, determined yet fierce at the same time. She was strong and didn't take being wronged lightly, it would seem.

He had to focus now though, because they had a course set. They were sailing back to England, and it would be months before they would arrive. But the first port of call was the next city, for the crew would need to have a bit of fun before their journey began, plus he needed to get Caroline some clothes of her own. The thought of her wearing his clothes made him feel odd, and he didn't like it.


Elena yawned. "Care, do you think we'll be okay?" she asked her friend, as they sat on Elijah's bed talking.

Caroline shrugged her shoulders, not really knowing. "I don't know Elena, but I think we should find out what exactly they need you for and why I am here. Do you think its strange that I was taken since he didn't ask for me in the first place?"

Elena nodded with concern. "Yes, I agree. On both points, I shall ask Elijah tomorrow," she said, with a look in her eyes that caused Caroline to panic.

She hit her friend on the arm. "Hey!" exclaimed Elena with surprise. "What was that for?"

"Don't, Elena. Don't you dare fall for him. Don't forget why we are here and who they are!" she exclaimed, pointing toward the door.

Elena shook her head profusely. "No Care, I wouldn't, how could I?" she said softly. "Its just, he has been so nice to me..."

"Yes, he has. I will admit he seems to be the most noble of the lot, but don't misconstrue his intentions, Elena. You're here for a reason, we don't know what that is yet and until we find out you must distance yourself from him. I know you, you'll fall for him and it will only end in heartache."

She shook her head, denying it, but she could already feel the beginnings of something and knew that Caroline was right. Tears began to fall down her cheeks slowly.

"Care, how could this happen to us? Why now? Why us?" exclaimed Elena, and Caroline crawled over to her friend and held her head against her breast as if consoling a child.

"Shh, it will be okay. Its us against the world, remember? I'll defend you until my last breath, but you have to promise me not to fall in love with Elijah, he's not to be trusted, no one on this ship is," spoke Caroline, seriously.

Elena leaned back up and looked into Caroline's eyes. "Okay, but promise me something too. I've seen the way Klaus looks at you, be careful of him. I know you wouldn't but I'll say it anyway, don't fall in love with him either, okay?"

Caroline looked offended and taken aback. "Elena! I would never! I promise you I will never love Klaus, not in a million years!"

Her words were just that; words. But she wasn't to know that she had just lied to her friend and that she would eventually break that promise.


A/N: That's the end of this chapter. :S Sorry to leave it, but there will be another chapter promise! This chapter was merely one to set up the characters etc. Next chapter, parts of the Mikaelson's history will be revealed but not sure if I'll reveal their plan yet for Elena. Peace out, and don't forget to R&R,

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