My Fairest Princess,

I am alone now. They have finally taken your sister above deck. I begged the guard to take me but they just looked at me indifferently before grabbing her arm and thrusting her out of the cage. She screamed and cried for me to help but I could do nothing. I kept shouting, even after she had long gone, that I was sorry. I am sorry my love for letting her go. For not being able to do my one and only duty. I can only pray to God that she does not end up in the crews' beds. Just that thought makes me want to kill myself.

I am alone. No one comes down anymore. I am forgotten. It seems that they have left me to die. What have I done to deserve such treatment my lady? Have I upset them when all I did was to appease them? They have not even given me a loaf of bread in days. I almost forgotten what it is like to feel full.

Is it bad that I am at peace? I finally feel like a free man no longer bound by ties of worry since I have no power over anything. Maybe losing all the power and submitting is true freedom. Allowing someone else to carry my burdens other than me. Am I a horrible person my love? Am I a coward for not wanting that kind of control?...

…I will never know your answer but I hope you do not. I hope you can love the man who will fight to come back to your side if he can. If I do not die in this cell. I will find you. I promise…

…The game is on. I have lost my senses. I am laying on the wooden bench in the cell staring at the ceiling of the bottom deck of the ship. Though I pretend I am watching the sky. Seeing the clouds float by, noticing the slight change of hue as you look at different parts, the way the sun travels across it. I feel like I can touch it now. I can feel my hand reach towards the sky but I feel nothing. What was it like hearing another person's voice, my lady?...

…Some crew man came down today with a bucket and a mop. He was half surprised to see me there. I just looked at him feeling my eyes look sullen and sunk in. I am a breathing lump of bones with skin. All the muscle and fat I once had is gone. The crew man drops his mop and bucket and runs back upstairs. Even as they do grunt work they are dressed nicely. What happened to my crew? Did they make it? It's too quiet but the ship was made so the prisoners cannot hear anything from the outside. I guess it truly is a cruel trick on those held below the ship. Not only do we take their sky, their fresh air, but we also take away their social interaction. Isolate them really.

A few minutes later I hear a pair of boots walking down the steps of the lowered down ladder. They sounded slow and eloquent as if the man walking down had all the time in the world. He probably did. I could not bring myself to care really but none the less I tilted my head just enough to see who was coming. If I was going to die I wanted to face my killer head on.

It was a slight surprise to come face to face with the same green eyes I saw on the first day. The same messy black hair that did not want to stay in place. He held himself with great finesse and confidence. I knew I was in the presence of the Captain of the crew. The true question is why he was here?

He looked at me. His eyes never left mine as he took out the keys of the cell, opened the door, walked inside and stopped at the foot of my bench. I could not read what he was feeling. His eyes held too much emotion while also holding nothing at all.

He bent down towards me still I watched him as he watched me. One arm went underneath my knees while the other wrapped around my shoulder. Suddenly I was stripped away from my bench in the arms of the Captain of my enemy and I felt like, for the first time, that I was truly free…

…The ground I was laying on was comfortable. Like sleeping on feathers. I did not want to wake up. But, my lady, every good thing has to come to an end. With a heavy sigh I opened my eyes. The first thing I notices was that I was on a bed surrounded by pillows. The second thing I noticed was that the room was large but messy with trinkets thrown around. I looked around and instantly knew this used to be my room. Yet, it looked nothing like it. I tried to move but a pain shot through me and my world went black again…

…The second time I awoke I was looking into indigo colored eyes. I breathed a sigh of relief as they belonged to Blaise. He was dressed well and looked healthy enough. He was watching me contently and smiled when I awoke. At first I wanted to punch him for forgetting me but a part of me know that he probably did mention me at the beginning and figured they killed me off.

"You look like someone dug you out of your grave too early," he spoke to me taking my hand in his. It was a comfort to finally hear another's voice, to feel another's skin.

"W-well that is…that is what you get when you have not eaten in a long time with no sun light," I croaked. I flinched since it hurt a bit to use my voice.

"Forgive me, my lord, I did not mean to leave you. Every time I inquired about you they would say that you were 'taken care of'," Blaise looked down in shame.

"Blaise, how many times…times do I have to tell you to call me Draco," I growl the best I could. He looked at me surprised at first before laughing and half-heartedly apologizing.

"I see you are awake," another unfamiliar deep voice spoke up from the foot of the bed. I looked up and saw green and I knew, again, whom it was.

"That I…that I am," I hated that I repeat my words but I guess my brain is not at full function without food or water for so long.

"I am Captain Harrison James Potter," he spoke informing of something I already know.

"Pl-pleasure," I squeaked.

"Draco tells me you are very important to him," it took me a minute to comprehend that he was talking about Blaise. I stayed quiet not really knowing what to say. Should I pretend to be Blaise? Or maybe we should use another name?

"I'm Caelum Havoc," I decided seeing Blaise flinch next to me. I guess he hoped I would reclaim ownership of my name but I could not risk it. Telling the Captain that he has been lied to by both of us might end up getting my best friend in a world of pain.

"Nice to meet you Cae," the Captain smirked sitting down at the edge of the bed near my feet.

"Like wise," was all I replied…

…Could feel my mouth water at the food laid in front of me. I wanted to eat it all but my stomach starved could not handle it. I nipped at my food trying hard to keep it all in. I needed to regain my strength. I was still in the dark and all the questions I would ask no one, not even Blaise, would answer. He would give me an apologetic look before changing the subject. Guess, it's their way of breaking you. Keeping you in the dark and feeding you information when it is convenient. I started to feel like an unwelcome guest at the party. I never was invited but forced to come along anyway. And I hated it.

I will get to the bottom of this. Find the pirate's weak spot and get back into your arms. I miss you dearly my love.

Yours Truly,

Draco Malfoy

A/N: the … indicates that it is a snitbits of the letters he is writing. I thought it would be more interesting and allow more time to pass. Anyway PLEASE Review and tell me what you think! :) until next time.