In all my dreams I had never supposed that I would have had the opportunity to sail the seas upon the ships that moved in and out of the harbor. I remained within a daze, a daze where everything I knew and loved had been lost. My father was a stubborn, harsh man. But my mother balanced out the equation and soothed the demons that lived within his belly. They loved me, although they struggled to show it sometimes. But I had never said I loved them. . . and I regret that to the bottom of my heart. Perhaps I will see my mother again, but I will never be able to embrace my father. Never. It has been two days since my imprisonment. The pirate known as Sting harasses me day in and day out to 'fix' his ships. In actuality, I know that he is planning to attack another land, and in order to do so- he will need the speed of magic to avoid their traps. Because the group he wants to attack, is a magic land. He had killed father and Laxus in cold blood- and God knows only how many men of our family. I will never help him, even if he does put my life at risk. For the good of all people, I sacrifice my life.


The door was thrown open with a loud thud as Sting stormed in. His cheeks were flushed with anger and frustration. He marched toward her and threw his hand out to the side.

"Fix the ship!" He shouted in her face, his pearly whites catching her attention. A delicate white fur lined the bridges of his coat and her eyes focused on that. He growled in anger and reached down to grab her by the hair and yank her to her feet from the chair. "You will fix my ship now Lucy Heartfilia!" Pain rippled through her scalp and she struggled in his painful grasp. Tears threatened to fall from her eyes when he yanked both of her hands above her head and shoved his face near hers.

"Never. . ." she whispered. "Really?" Sting mumbled and grasped her chin within his long fingertips and yanked her face upwards to look toward his. "Two days of this and you still persist in denying me?" His breath smelt strong of liquor and faintly of meat, it was so warm against her face.

"I know you will never kill me." He raised a brow in surprise.

"You need me in order to attack the land of Fairytail." A blonde lock trailed down beside her face. He spat at her feet. "I may need you to fix my ship Princess but I do not need you to attack their feeble land."

He grabbed her arm and yanked her over to the window to brag. "I have an entire fleet, surely we will lose a few ships. . .but we will take their land."

"Then why do you need me?" She questioned quietly, the sound of waves loud as he opened the window partially to catch a whiff of the salty water.

"So I don't lose any ships."

"of course." Lucy sighed and shook off his grip from her arm. She moved back to her chair to sit down and look at the room once more. She crossed her hands on her lap and refused to look at him. Sting raised a brow and strolled over to her side.

He knelt down upon one knee and took her hand within his fingertips. She shuddered at his touch and looked away in distaste. "It's been two days, Princess." He mumbled softly and traced his fingertip down the lines of her palm. "You must be hungry by now." He had been neglecting to give her food and water since she had been upon his ship. Her tongue was dry.

She said nothing and continued to stare toward the rack of silks in the corner. There was a long pale scarf that hung from the furthest arm. It was fuzzy and appeared to be mink.

"You will starve to death, or die of thirst, whatever comes first." His sickly sweet voice haunted her ears . She shuddered when his fingertips brushed across her cheek and nose. She turned her head slowly to look toward him, her eyes hallowed with lack of nutrients and sleep. She seemed more tired when he was harassing her like so.

"Will you fix my ship, Lucy Heartfilia?" He questioned louder, her stomach rumbled, but it was not enough to make her eager to eat.

"I've lost my appetite." She snapped and moved her body away from him stubbornly. His brow twitched in anger. "FIX MY SHIP!" He roared and brought his hand down upon the desk with a bang.

Lucy smiled and leaned toward him "no."

"You will starve to death in here!" He shouted and stomped his foot like a child having a tantrum.

"Bring my father back." She demanded, her eyes narrowing. "Then I will maybe consider fixing your ship."

He shouted in distaste and marched toward the door. "MEN!" he swung the door open wide and a two interesting people entered at the door way. "take her below." He commanded solemnly and walked past them and up the stairs.

The first man had no subtle differences about him, he just seemed like an ordinary pirate. The other man, held a long hat above his blonde locks. He smiled and grabbed her other arm and drug her along. He seemed friendlier and began to chatter as she was lead out of the captain's quarters and down the bottom of the ship. "First class room service, Princess!" The chorused and threw her into the cell with a bang. She fell upon the straw harshly and whirled about to protest . . but they had already left. She curled her legs up to her chest and stared at her grungy cell.

The wooden walls were cracked and old from the moisture of the sea, and a small window toward the water was her only escape. The ground was dirty, and she had thought she was alone until a scuffling sound caught her attention. There was a crack in the wood on the side of her cell where the noise had come from. . .and she leaned toward it. The noise sounded again, and she crawled to peek through the hole. There was another cell next to hers and there was someone inside. His body was upon the ground just lying there. She faintly tapped the wood to get his attention. He rose slowly but surely to look her direction.

She gasped in surprise.

He was so thin, and his cheek bones hardly held his face together. He looked like the shell of a man that used to be great, and now he could barely summon the effort to lift himself up. He stared in her direction through his long black locks blankly. Not a smile or anything even remotely human appeared on his face.

"Who are you?" Lucy whispered in the silence of the ship. His voice came out in a raspy whisper like his windpipes were surrounded in cobwebs. "Rogue."

The name sounded familiar but she couldn't put her finger on it. "Rogue. . ." She repeated and he turned his body to peer through the crack at her. All he could see was her eye. "And you are?" She tilted her head. "Lucy Heartfilia."

"Oh." "You're the girl he captured. . .I heard the men talking about it .. .I heard the cannons. . .I saw the smoke." His voice gurgled and he let his body lay upon the straw once more in exhaustion.

"What happened to you?" She questioned and raised a brow. "why are they holding you prisoner?"

His chest rose and fell with a breath and he answered her. "Sting is my brother." She raised a brow in surprise. "then why are you imprisoned?"

"I disagreed with him."

She stepped away from the crack. What kind of a person would imprison their own brother?

"And the same will happen to you." He whispered, the ship groaned as a wave smashed into the side of the ship.

"Feeding time is once a week, but if you split up your food. . .it can last you longer." She rested her face within her hands and rocked back and forth.

"Water is rare in a place like this. . ." His voice cracked with a hint of hysteria. "but. ..the noise of the waves keeps you occupied!" He laughed to himself and closed his eyes. "It's . . .almost like they are singing. . ."

"swish. . .swosh. . . swish. .. swosh. . .swish .. . .swosh."

Lucy covered her ears with her hands as she then noticed the irritating sounds of the waves as they crashed against the ship. The echo of thunder was loud in the distance.

"Swish swosh look at these fools. . . swish swosh. . .foolery fools. . . .swish swosh .. . death with come to those who are fools. . . .foolery fools. . ." Rogue's deep voice resounded through the empty ship, and Lucy stood up to shake the bars and try to break out.

His voice moved an octave lower and she turned her head toward the cell next to her as the sky fell dark.

". . . poor fools. . . . .the pirates will . . .the pirates will. . . " He laughed deep within his chest and finished his song with a solemn note.

"Peel back your ribs and take a bite."


Thanks for reading :)

Jackie