::A/N:: I don't own Hetalia
So, I'm terribly sorry this has taken so long, my PruHun story has seen to taking up my limited time. But now, I will upturn the balance of the world by saying that my midterms have arrived, and I should have plenty more time to write because of it! Yeah, I didn't make sense in my head either...
I apologize for the short update, but I am still figuring the mechanics of this story out. I'm also no longer updating my PruHun due to an indeterminate hiatus, so I miss the feeling of updating, which is why I decided to present this to you ^^ I hope to have more soon...
It's funny because these are shorter chapters than I am used to posting, and I think I am going to continue with this.
Hope you enjoy!
My breath ghosts into the air around me, waltzing in the sea breeze before dissipating easily into the night, free to fly into whatever land it so desires. Why can my breath escape this nightmare so simply? Why cannot I follow it into the days of waking, into the sun, and the jungle, and the smiling faces of those I love? Even the darker memories of suspense, and disobedience, and living outside a law I knew nothing about were better than this feeling of unrequited entrapment.
Now that I have tasted this law I want nothing to do with it, if it allows men to flit between the lives of the innocent without a care for the destruction they cause.
I cannot bear to love a law that allows the likes of this infernal captain to walk uncharted.
With an enchanting sigh, the wind takes a strand of my hair and twirls it around in a teasing dance, taunting me to follow it over the side, to simply jump to freedom. Take the chance, it whispers, follow and take the chance. But I know what really lurks under the tainted depths of this foreign sea. Serpents, and witches, and creatures that no one can name. Freedom is not so easy as that.
A moment later, I shake the thought away. It's ridiculous. This is all ridiculous. On this ship I am exposed to monstrosities of equivalent evil.
He thinks this "little excursion" onto the deck will placate me. He thinks this will help me to "cooperate" and "see the light, love".
My fingers dig into the wood of the rail, frustration causing my muscles to pull taught against the strain of my heart. Even this cedar is something foreign to me. The people, the wood, the supplies, the food, the language. It's all foreign and unwelcoming. My nails dig deeper and splintering needles fall across my palm, stabbing into the skin there.
I growl with barely controlled displeasure.
He even has the nerve to keep me in the dark about why I am on this dismal vessel.
"Hey, bonny wench!" calls a thick accent, disrupting my few moments of blessed recluse.
I whirl as a drunken pirate stumbles across the deck towards me, eyes hazy with confusion and the unmistakable taint of liquor. I immediately put up my guard. I am all too familiar with scoundrels who no stranger to the temporary comfort of alcohol. Men like him seek solace on the shores of my island, hundreds of them coming and going and drinking the sun out of the sky. It is poison, and this fool of a man is riddled with it. "Are you talking to me?" I snap after a moment of allowing my practiced English to assert itself.
"Aye, lassie. Wanna... come to me cabin, bitch?" His gait is caught on an unkempt coil of rope, and he lurches dangerously, mind taken up by the struggle to remain on two feet, as his shock of red hair falls into his eyes.
I snort and place my back to him, hoping this refusal to answer will baffle him into stumbling away. It does not.
Instead, he insinuates obscenities by trying to grab my arm. I whirl, and slap him across the face. "Don't you touch me." Furiously, I slam my hands against his chest and shove, sending him stumbling back, further into the center of the deck, where his poor balance finally does him in. He topples to the ground, nature laughing at the amount of rum this foul heathen has consumed.
I join in the mirth. It's so foolish. Even Captain's crew mates are despicable and vile, suiting examples of the failures that the great European Power churns out of its successful machines.
I do not bother returning my attention to the pirate behind me, rather, I let my face be raced across by the ocean's breath. If my experience with the wild side of life is anything to go by, the pirate is undoubtedly enjoying the several long hours of dreaming that come before the staggering realization that those merciless headaches never become any less painful. By the significant lack of garbled cursing, I can assure myself I am right. Despite their immediate danger, drunkards always manage to walk into slumber before causing any real harm.
A long sigh escapes my throat. I remind myself slowly and steadily that I must stay unwavering. My head needs to remain high. I represent Papa, I represent myself, and I represent the spirit of Seychelles. My beautiful island is always in my heart, guiding me to freedom. There is a brighter light in this darkness, and I must be strong enough to find it.
With that reminder at the forefront of my resolve, I decide to head back to Captain's quarters. It is best not to push my boundaries so early on. Unlike Papa, he is not one to be trifled with.
Almost subconsciously, my fingers gently caress the bruises that encircle my wrists, constant reminders of the bindings I met Captain in.
Feeling as "refreshed" and "calm-headed" as one can when heading back to an abusive master, I begin to turn away from the southern ocean and face the northern instead, where Captain's home lies; England. I can only assume that is our destination.
As I take my first step, one thought goes through my head. Why has the moonshine been blocked out?
Then, the profile of a man hallowed by moonlight fills my sight. Two giant's hands push against me, and a thick Scottish accent snarls, "Ye should ne have declined me offer, bitch," before I am thrown painfully against the cedar railing, toppling over it, and falling through space, with only a scream to accompany me down.
::A/N::
The Scottish man is Scotland, of course. I am taking this slowly on purpose. My next update will be soon!
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