I do not own Pirates of Penzance
I sat down next to my youngest sister, Liz, and put my arm around her. She was only 11 years old and trapped on a pirate ship. She sobbed into my dress, asking me over and over why they would do this to us. I stroked her hair and looked around. My other sisters were leaning on each other and crying. I was the only one dry eyed.
For a person afraid of strange places, I am doing very well. I thought. Any other time I would be curled in fetal position and crying my eyes out. Liz seemed to have collected herself and pulled away from me.
"Thank you," She murmured and wiped the tears from her face. I smiled weakly.
"That's what I'm here for," I heard boots thudding on wood behind me, and turned around. A large man with a black hat with a feather sticking out of it was standing with the pirates behind him. He looked important, so I supposed him to be the captain. He looked impressed at the lot of us. Turning to his men, he spoke,
"Well good work lads, I'll be taking my share and everything else is up for grabs!" The men cheered. I was horrified; they were treating us like property! The captain strolled around our group, looking each of us over. He stepped over a few of my sisters, and grabbed Kate by the neck of her dress and hoisted her up.
"I'll have this one," Kate burst into tears. He pulled her to him and grasped her waist.
"Now cheer up luv, we'll have fun," He pulled her back to the cabin and yelled back,
"You can claim yours now," The men ran foreword and started snatching up the girls. My right arm was grabbed by one man and my left with another. They were pulling hard, and it took all my strength to resist both men. The one on my left suddenly let go, and I collapsed into the arms of my awaiting suitor.
He leaned down and kissed me hard. I could taste the rum on his lips and the smell of spice on his face. The grit and small stubbles of hair burned the skin on my face. When he was done kissing me, he looked to another pirate and snickered happily. I wanted to cry, but somehow couldn't. Being on the ship seemed to give me mental and physical strength.
He took me over to the front of the ship. When we got there, he looked relieved. Taking a spotted handkerchief out of his pocket, he mopped his forehead and sighed loudly. This was the first time I actually got to look at him. His dirty brown hair was shoulder length and he was very tall. About 6 foot, I guessed. His dirty blue button down was over dark colored pants.
He was all together kind of handsome, if you really look at him. He looked down at me and smiled faintly.
"Sorry about that… we all kind of get a little competitive when it comes to women." I raised my eyebrow.
"A little?" He laughed nervously and looked away.
"What is your name?" He asked me.
"Iris," He smiled again,
"What a beautiful name," I looked at him sternly, ignoring the compliment.
"What is yours?"
"Cecil,"
I was still quite mad at him for taking me from the beach like that. I turned around in a huff and crossed my arms. The ship hit a sudden wave and I teetered slightly, and grabbed the nearby robe to steady myself.
"You'll get used to it," I whirled around,
"And how long will you keep us on this ship? A week? A month? A year? Why did you take us in the first place?" Something inside of me was telling myself that I was faking my anger. Cecil looked amused.
"What?" I asked him.
"Like I said, you'll get used to it." And he walked off. I looked out into the sea. A wave of nausea flew over me, and I leaned over the rail quickly. Wiping my mouth, I looked around to make sure no one had seen that. I fell to my knees and pressed my forehead against the cool wood of the railing. I pressed my hand against my mouth.
Will I ever see papa or Mabel after this? They are probably out looking for us right now, Mabel saw what happened, she is bound to tell pa what is going on. But for now, how are we going to survive on this ship? What are they going to do to us? They seem like the men that would use us. I'm only 16,this can't be happening.
A light hand rubbed my back gently. I turned around to see Charity standing over me, her tear streaked face looked worried. Her dark brown hair was a mess and her usual cheery eyes were dim. She helped me up and wrapped me in a warm embrace.
"It'll be okay," She whispered in my ear, and I wished for that to be true.
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