Chapter 2
When Sakura woke, she immediately stayed still and took stock of her surroundings, not wanting to draw attention to herself. She opened her eyes so they were only slits, so that nobody would know she was awake. As far as she could tell, she was in a dark room that smelled of mold and dead animals, and she was on a ship. She could feel herself rocking back and forth in the waves, and it calmed her nerves, so she opened her eyes all the way hoping she would be able to face what happened next. When she wasn't immediately killed, she sat up and looked around. As she had suspected, she was in the hold, surrounded by filthy bilge water. She felt somebody stir next to her, and found a dark-haired man lying down, with a still-lit cigarette in his mouth. He started to stand up, and promptly left the room. She lay there confused. Who was that? Why did he just leave?
The answers to her questions came down the hatch in a form of the same silver hair that she had seen earlier, when she was bound up. Great, an old man, she thought, before the man turned around. If it weren't for her current situation, she would say that he was the most attractive man she had ever seen, and obviously not a day over twenty-six. His silver hair was messy and ruffled to the side, he wore an eye patch, and a black spandex mask that made her want to know what was behind it. He wore no shirt; he definitely didn't need to. He was toned and strong-looking, with a glorious six pack that lead down to the jeans riding low on his hips.
"Asuma told me you were awake. Well, come on, get your ass up, we don't have all day." And with that, he started heading up the hatch. She quickly followed him, not wanting to get on his bad side.
Once her eyes adjusted to being outside, she felt a gasp escape her lips. This ship was gorgeous, completely black with the typical skull and crossbones flag raised high on the mainmast. Pirates. She felt a lance of fear race through her. The silver-haired man saw her shiver, so he turned to her and said "Stop freakin' out. I won't kill you if you cooperate." Then, she said "What do you want me here for?" "Well, isn't that obvious? We're going to ransom you of course!" The men around him laughed and shared excited murmurs about getting a share of the ransom and how many whores they'd be able to buy time with, while Sakura contemplated her fate. It does make sense…after all, my father has a ton of money. She knew escaping would get her nowhere; she wasn't a strong swimmer, and they were out in the middle of the ocean anyway. It would be best to just cooperate.
Seeing the resigned look on her face, the silver-haired man said "Good. Now, while you're here, you will Captain Kakashi, or just Captain. You may not now, nor will you ever, be allowed to call me just Kakashi." She nodded her consent, and then looked away from his prying gaze. Then, he said "Until your daddy comes to rescue you and pay the amount required, you will be working in the hold, bailing out bilge water. Understood?" "Yes, Captain." Then, she went back to the hold to start her duties.
She hated being a bilge rat. Nothing could possibly be more disgusting than bailing out moldy old sea water from a disgusting, dark, and musty room. She also hated being on the ship in general. As much as she loved sailing, she couldn't stand the people who were a part of the crew. She didn't mind Kakashi- he never really came out of his cabin except to bark orders- but she hated all the others. Some would come down into the hold just to watch her work, and laugh at her for her station and every time she slipped on the wet floor. They weren't even the bad ones. The ones that scared her were the ones that would casually grab her ass as she leaned over the side of the ship to empty out the buckets. Some merely stopped at grabbing her, but some would come up behind her and grind themselves against her backside, and she could feel her affect on them through their thin sailor pants. She knew that without Kakashi there making sure they didn't actually rape her, something terrible would happen, and she did not want to lose her maidenhood to these ruffians.
Weeks passed by, and there was still no word from her father. It's not like she didn't expect it; she figured he wouldn't care enough about her to waste his precious money on her being returned safely. The Captain was also starting to be more lax in his attempts to keep the crew from taking advantage of Sakura. As he grew distracted, the men became more and more forward, often trying to steal kisses and stick their hands down her pants (she had long forgone the use of her dress as it was just impractical). In the middle of one night, when she was in her hammock, she suddenly felt somebody's presence taking her clothes off. He was one of the ones who had been way too forward with her in the past; he was long and lanky, with straight black hair and no facial expression, wearing a midriff t-shirt, which made him look kind of girly. She had been worried about him lately, because he was the worst of the entire crew. As she opened her mouth to scream, the man named Sai quickly put his hand over her mouth and whispered "Shut up. You know you want this as much as I do." Then, he grinded himself against her, and she felt bile rise in the back of her throat. Please, please don't let it happen like this. Somebody, please come!