Chapter 7.


Kidd stared at the woman in front of him scrubbing pans and plates with a frown on her face. Ever since her „uncle" came to greeted her she kept more to herself. He found it hilarious that she flat out rejected him, usually people would kill to learn about their family, why push the only one she had? She was probably hiding something. Wonder who her parents were...

Eleanor felt Kidd's gaze on her back as she worked. Probably even knew what he was thinking while he stared. Why did she reject the so called uncle? Why would she accept him either? She was alone her whole life, a few friends and lovers here and there but that was it. She was sold by her parents before they died so that they would spare her their fate and that was the deal.

It was no one's buisness what she did with her life anyways. Her hair tie broke and she felt the red locks spread behind her back a few falling in front of her face. Eleanor stared at Kidd and scowled. His newest hobby was staring at her and grinning. What did he find that special about it? Fucked her, slaved her, released her.

Yipee kay yay.

˝You need anything?˝- Eleanor asked after a few minutes of his staring. His presence was weird, secure and annoying at the same time!

˝Can't I watch what my crew does? I'm the fucking Captain˝- Kidd puffed.

˝Hear, hear˝

˝Got a problem with that?˝ - Kidd asked eager for a little verbal battle. He was fucking bored out of his mind.

˝Nope˝- Eleanor replied cooly.

˝Why are you so cold?˝

˝Contrary to popular belief due to the condition of my hair, I do not shit fire˝- Kidd stared at Eleanor with his mouth slightly opened and brows creased. The fuck did she just say?

˝The fuck?˝

˝Nothing Captain˝

˝Fine, clean that!˝- Kidd grumbled and left the kitchen finally. His coat swished behind him and Eleanor sighed. Tomoror they'd be at a new island. A nice chance to stretch her leggs, maybe even longer than the ship would


Eleanor groaned, her limbs were aching and she felt something mettalic in her mouth, the fine coppery taste that blood always had. The same color of her hair and the same fire her tongue spat. Always getting her in trouble. But maybe, just this time, she would have pushed luck to far.