Part 2
I was jolted awake by cold water, splashing onto my face.
I looked around, trying to figure out what was going on.
My crew was tied together in a huge group with 4 pirate men guarding them.
I was lying on the deck, propped up against the mast. A rope was tied around my wrists and was tied around the mast, spreading my arms out.
I struggled against the rope but it was really tight. It was almost cutting off my circulation.
All of the men were laughing at our feeble attempts to get loose.
Suddenly, the slam of a door rang through the air, silencing everyone.
All the men looked towards where the captain cabin would be.
The crowd of men parted.
Out stepped a man wearing a black hat with a huge white feather. His red naval light coat was draped around his shoulders. Underneath was a white shirt that was open to the middle of his torso. Black pants and leather boots adorned his legs.
He strutted out into the sun light with a smirk on his face.
He looked over my crew, most of whom were ready to rip free of their ropes and kill this man, who was, clearly, the captain.
I saw him look, side-long, at me and I returned the look with a harsh glare.
He tapped his chin. "I wonder who the captain is."
He pointed to a girl. "No."
Another girl. "No."
Another girl. "No."
He pointed to me and acted like he was shooting me with his finger.
I wasn't amused by his jest.
His smirk grew widen as a strutted up and looked down at me.
He removed his hat and gave me a flourishing, mocking bow. "Arthur Kirkland, at your service." He straightened up and replaced his hat on his head. Then, he looked at me thoughtfully. "Hm. Dressed completely in black. A crew made entirely of women. A look that could kill. I've heard of you. The Navy calls you the Shadow but your full name is Elin Shadow."
I popped my eyebrow at him. "Should I be impressed, Shark Bait?"
He chuckled at my insult and dry sense of humor.
He stepped over me, straddling me with each foot by my thighs.
He knelt down in front of me.
He grabbed my face and brought his closer, touching the tip of his nose to mine.
I snarled at him, baring my teeth.
He didn't even bat an eye; he just kept smirking at me.
"Back off lynch bait."
He chuckled, again, saying, "And people actually find you threatening."
"And you don't."
"Oh, no."
He leaned in, intentionally brushing his cheek against mine as he got closer to my ear.
He whispered, "'Alluring' is more like how I find you."
"Tell it to someone who cares, you leech."
He pulled away, laughing at me. And I didn't like it.
I spat on his boot.
Silence fell over us as everyone was shocked by my action.
Kirkland's smirking face turned into a harsh straight face.
He stood up and looked down at me.
His boots slammed into the mast, one inch away form my head.
I didn't even flinch. I just kept glaring back up at him.
There was another moment of silence before Kirkland's face broke into a grin as he started chuckling again.
He drew his sword and raised it over his head.
My crew thought he was going to kill me and that's what I thought, too, but I still kept a straight face.
He brought his sword down and cut the rope that held me down.
I pushed myself up, aiming to tackle him down.
He ducked down a little bit and pushed himself forward as well.
He shoulder slammed into my get, knocking the wind out of me.
The next thing I knew, I was just hanging over his shoulder and he had an iron tight grip on my legs.
He started carrying me to his cabin.
I started pounding on his back, yelling at him to put me down.
He kicked his cabin door open, walked in and tossed me onto the bed before turning and walking back out.
"I think you need some time to cool down, Elin. Take as long as you need; I'm a patient man."
I ran towards the door, trying to make it before he shut the door.
I didn't make it.
It clicked closed just before I slammed into it.
I jiggled the handles to find them lock.
I started bounding on the door and throwing myself against it, demanding to be released.
After a minute or two, my fists started to get raw and I could feel a bruise on my shoulder starting to grow.
I went to grab a throwing dagger, hoping to use it to pick the lock.
But all my throwing daggers were gone. And my saber. And my pistols.
'What now?... Wait a minute!'
I ducked down so that no one would see me threw the windows.
I checked my boots and my garters.
They still had their throwing daggers.
I grabbed a dagger from my right boot and started working on the lock.
Then I stopped.
Once I got out, what was I gonna be able to do?
Except for the 4 daggers, I was weaponless. And four daggers could only do so much damage.
No. I needed more weapons.
And I got an idea about how I could get them.