Jim's Crazy Escape Plan
Hey everybody! I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in a while. Here's a nice long chapter to make up for that. This chapter is in Jim's POV. I think next chapter might be when Silver finds Jim. I'm not sure yet.
Enjoy!
Water rained down me as I sat on the shower floor, sitting motionless with my legs beneath me. I ran a hand along the water covered floor, feeling the warm liquid on my finger tips, the sensation cool and comforting. Sighing, I glanced down at the bright purple scar etched across my belly, the place Edward had strucked me. I lightly brushed my finger tips along the scar, flinching at the light contact.
Yesterday was a bit of a blur. I remembered Edward barging into my cell, ordering me to read that dumb medallion, but as usual, I refused. That resulted in him slashing me across the stomach, causing me to faint from lack of blood. When I woke up this morning, I was lying on my hard metal bed and the wound on my stomach had be cleaned. Figures. Edward didn't want to kill me, he was just torturing me, until I eventually bled into unconsciousness.
I was just glad Edward allowed me to shower. For the past few days that I'd been prisoner on this ship, I'd been stuck wearing the same clothes, my body felt like it was coated in a layer of slime. I was thrilled when his men led me up here. Although, Edward didn't trust me at all, so instead of leaving me to shower in peace, he ordered his men to stay with me in case I tried to escape. The only privacy I had was from a curtain that hung around the shower. I could clearly see their silhouette from behind to curtain.
Sighing again, I ran a hand through my wet hair, hating how greasy it felt between my fingers. The last time I'd washed my hair was the night before I was kidnapped by these pirates. Unfortunately, Edward had no shampoo here, I guess pirates didn't wash their hair. Gross...
The curtain flying open broke me from my thoughts. Blinking several times to focus my vision, I stared up at the bulky man hovering over me, a towl in one hand, he returned the gaze with a glare. He turned the handles, stopping the flow of water dripping over me, his gaze never leaving mine. "Times up. You're our prisoner, not our guest," he said, throwing the towl over me in an unkind manner.
I should had been angered by that, but I was secretly grateful because it helped cover my naked body. At least he didn't try to touch me or anything, I'd heard stories that pirates were perverts that went after young kids. Although I'm not exactly a child, I'm still a minor until I turn 18.
The man moved out of view, but not before shooting me one last glare. I listened attentively until I heard him still, then I peered around the corner, seeing the two men standing by the bathroom door, both glaring at me when they noticed me watching them. Shrinking back into the shower, I released a huge sigh, feeling irritated that I was trapped on this ship like a caged animal. I felt so helpless and weak because I couldn't even escape. All these men were twice my size, everytime I tried, they outran me.
I got to my feet, then began drying myself with the towl, thankful those men decided to give me a bit of privacy. I wonder if Edward ordered them not to touch me, maybe that was why they seemed so sour. If that was the reason, then I was grateful to him. He might be torturing me, but at least he's kind enough to keep his men off of me. I could just imagine Silver's reaction if I told him Edward's men had raped me. The old cyborg would probably kill everybody on board in a fit of anger.
Despite the situation I was in, the thought brought a smile to my face. Silver was incrediably protective of me, that he'd do anything to keep me safe. I bet he's searching for me right now. I wish he'd hurry up because I apprently couldn't escape this ship on my own. But Silver would fight every men in his path just to rescue me, it was hard to believe he was ever a pirate himself.
After towling my hair dried, I reached for my clothes that were hanging over the side, only to see that they were gone. Had I not noticed somebody taking them when I was in the shower?
"Um... Where are my clothes?" I awkwardly asked, peering around the corner so only my top half was visible.
"The Captain wanted to wash them because he said they smelt," the bulky man answered, shrugging.
"What am I supposed to wear then?" I asked, beginning to panic. There was no way I was going to walk around the ship in my birthday suit. I would protest and stay in the bathroom all day until Edward brought me some clothes.
"The Captain said he's got some spare clothes for you in his stateroom. He wanted us to bring you there after you showered."
"I am not leaving this shower wearing nothing," I protested, my face growing warm at the thought of that.
"Use the towl," he simply stated, looking at me as if I was an idiot.
Slipping out of view, I stared at the towl clenched in my hands. I still hated the idea of walking around in a towl because what if a gust of wind came by, and the towl went flying. But I guess it was all I had. At least it would cover me.
Swallowing, I wrapped the towl around my waist, testing to make sure it was secured before stepping into view, blushing deeply when the two men raked their eyes up and down my body. I wrapped my arm across my chest as I approached them. "Let's go," I mumbled, eager to get some clothes.
The bulky man opened the door, letting his partner exit first, then motioned for me to go next. I had one man in front and behind of me. This was probably to prevent me from escaping. Why didn't they just put a leash on me? I already felt like an animal, and it couldn't be anymore humiliating than wondering the halls with nothing but a towl covering me.
My embarrassment grew as we stepped onto the the deck, and the entire crew stopped mid-task to observe me. I thanked Edward in my mind for keeping these men under control. If he'd been an uncaring pirate, then I'd probably had been rape more than once on this ship, judging by the stares I was recieving. Man, If Silver was here, he'd be telling all these pirates to back off, and probably gave me his long, black jacket to wear.
Before I met Silver, I thought all pirates were the same. They cared about treasure and wouldn't miss the chance to attack a vulnerable teenager. But Silver was different. He'd given up his life long obsession when he saw that I was in trouble, and when we were saying our heartfelt goodbyes, he didn't even seem to regret it. He'd also never touched me in an inappropriate way like most pirates would if they were to get a teenager alone. With Silver, I felt safe and secured. He'd treated me like any father would with a son, and that was what I liked.
A loud bang interupted my thoughts, and I'drealized that we'd stopped right outside Edward's stateroom. After a few seconds, a voice from the inside called, "Come in."
Twisting the wheel on the door, the bulky man pushed the metal door opened, giving us access. After his partner entered, the man put his hand on my back and roughly pushed me into the room, rattling the towl around my waist. Before it fell and exposed my private area, I gripped it at the hem, saving myself any further embarrassment.
Glancing up from my towl, I met Edward's gaze, he returned it with an amused smile, causing me to blush once I'd realized I was still half naked in front of him. He sat at his wooden desk with papers scattered across it. From here, I saw the medallion in front of him, glinting in the sunlight.
Standing up, Edward did a shooing motion with his hand. "You two may leave." They obeyed, giving me one last look before leaving, closing the door behind them.
I watched them exit until Edward's voice brought me back. "So... Do you enjoy your shower? I think you deserved it. You'd been on this ship for weeks, you were beginning to smell."
"I am beginning to smell?" I asked, anger spiked my words. "You're the one that probably doesn't even remember what a shower is!" I pointed an accussing finger at him, my anger getting the best of me once again. As soon as I released my towl, I felt it starting to slip again, quickly catching it. "Can I please have some clothes?" I pleaded, hating how desperate I sounded.
Chuckling, Edward approached the closet on the left, swinging it opened then began looking through the amount of clothes. I watched him for a few minutes before growing bored, and decided to observe the small room. It was pretty similar to Amelia's stateroom back on the RLS Legacy. The black curtains were drawn over all the windows, except one of them behind Edward's desk. There was a door on the left side, probably leading to his bedroom, and a door on the other, probably for the bathroom.
"Ah, here we are!" Edward's exclaimation brought me back to his attention. He faced me, holding a shirt, a pair of pants, some underwear, and a pair of boots. "I believe these will fit you quite well." He approached me, placing the clothings on the chair near me before returning to his desk.
I observed the clothings, holding the shirt in front of my bare chest, checking the size. It looked about my size. With no further hesitation, I wiggled into the black, long sleeved shirt, rolling the sleeves up to my elbows like I usually did. Grabbing the pants, I was about to drop the towl from around my waist, until I'd realized Edward was still watching me.
"Bathroom?" I asked, face flushed bright red.
"Door on your left," Edward said, pointing a finger in the direction.
Grabbing the pants and boots, I slipped behind the door, thankful for some privacy. I allowed the towl to drop to the floor, then began tugging on the dark brown pants, and buckled the belt around my waist. I lowered myself to the floor so I could pull up the black boots.
When I was fully clothed again, I got to my feet and stood in front of the large mirror, observing my appearence. My hair was still damp from taking a shower, but the clothes made me look like a pirate. I certainly hope no officers caught us because they'd probably think I was one of them, when I was really just their prisoner. That was probably Edward's plan, if he went down, he was taking me with him.
Sighing, I turned the knob of the sink, allowing water to spray out of the tap. I splashed the cold water on my face as if I thought these last few weeks were just a dream, and this would wake me up. I'd open my eyes and I'd be back in the safety of my dorm at the Academy, getting out of bed to get ready, only to discover little Morphy had stolen one of boots yet again. I'd chase that little blob down the hall, only to get scolded by one of the teachers. But this was real life.
Without bothering with a towl, I shook my head, water flying from my hair and face. I redirected my gaze again, the hope that Silver will rescue me slowly fading. My eyes lost their usual spark. Being trapped on a pirate ship would do that to you.
Wait... What's that?
In the reflection of the mirror, I caught sight of an opened window behind me, it was biggest enough for me to slip through. Spinning around, I allowed a grin to spread across my lips, hope lighting up my heart once again. "This is too easy..." I mumbled, approaching the bathtub in front of the window.
Since I was so short, I had to use the edge of the bath as a ladder, but even with that supporting me, I could just barely touch the window. Even when I stood on my tippy toes, I still couldn't see out the window. Sucking in a deep breath, I used my full strength to pull myself up, keeping a firm grip of the window sill. When I could finally see what was on the other side, my heart sank and I gasped in horror.
There was nothing except the railing on the other side. No land. No deck. Just the thin railing pressed to the wall. One wrong move, and I'd plummet to my death. Just looking down at the endless space below made me dizzy.
I was so shocked that I lost my footing, falling hard into the bathtub, my leg burning. I bit my lip to hold back a pained yell. Opening my eyes, I caught sight of a gash on the outer side of my leg, blood dripping down my pants.
Great... As if I didn't already have enough injuries.
A knock caused my heart to jump into my throat. "Everything okay in there?" Edward asked, annoyance obvious in his voice. "You're taking quite a while."
I sat up fast, then instantly regretted it as my leg burned. Hissing through clenched teeths, I said, "Yeah. I'm fine. Just had to use the toilet. I'll be out shortly."
"You better be. I'm tired of waiting."
Ignoring the pain on my leg, I stood, using the wall to support me. I climbed up to the window once again, hissing as my injuried leg was required to move. My leg was covered in the sticky, red liquid, filling up my boot. I released an exhausted breath of air when I'd reached the top, staring out at the blue space around me, the railing the only land I could see. Glancing right and left, I realized the railing led to the deck, but to reach there, I would have to walk along the railing with nothing supporting me except the wall. One wrong move, and I'd plummet face first into space.
Deciding this was my only option to escape, I swung my legs over the windows, gently lowering myself to the railing. Once my feet were secured on the piece of land, I released my hold of the window, immediately gripping hold of the wall, scared to death of the never ending drop below. Sucking in a deep breath, I began my journey across the railing, not daring to look down out out of fear I might faint or throw up.
I'm used to heights, considering I'd ridden my Solar Surfer 50 feet from the ground, then plummet to the ground at full speed while doing tricks. There was even that time I had to use that hand made Solar Surfer out of a destroyed cannon to save the Legacy from the exploding planet. But both times, I knew what I was doing, I'd been Solar Surfering since I was eight. But the feeling of standing on a railing with no support, it was different than riding a Solar Surfer. I just had to make it to the deck. That shouldn't be too hard.
Just as that thought hit me, a huge gust of wind came along, almost knocking me off my feet, but I grasped the wall with all the strength I could master. However, the wind was determined to throw me off balance, it blew and blew, blow drying my damp, messy hair. My over sized pirate outfit flapped around me, making me look like a bird about to take flight.
I had no idea how long I stayed like that, it felt like hours, and the wind still hadn't died down, obviously waiting for me to slip and fall to my death. I had the worst luck, even the air hated me. My heart rate picked up as I felt my fingers beginning to slip, digging my finger nails deep into the wall to keep from falling, but that didn't do much. My breaths came out in thick gasps, starting to panic, and to make matters worse, I took a glance at the space below me, causing fear to pulse inside my chest. I tore my gaze away, squeezing my eyes shut, trying not to think about the huge drop below.
I cracked an eye open, staring at the open deck that felt like miles away. If I could just make it to the deck, I'd be safe, and the wind could no longer hurt me. But how could I possible get from here to over there, as long as this strong wind kept blowing, I wasn't going anywhere. And not to mention my fingers were beginning to slip from the wall. But I should least try.
Lowering my body down to the ground, I began crawling across, looking like a dog as I walked on all fours. The wind increased, if that was even possible. I was so light that I was afraid the wind would sweep me up into the sky and carry me away. I had to grip onto the railing, my knuckles turning white from my strong grasp, and my teeths clenched. I forced myself to look ahead, rather than down, focusing on the distance towards the deck instead of the huge drop below.
Almost there...
Just a little further...
My heart leapt into my throat when I unexpectedly slipped off the railing, fortunately, I caught hold of the rope hanging across the railing, rescuring myself. I hung there for what felt like hours, sucking in huge gasps of air as I tried to recover from my mini panick attack. Instinctly, my gaze fell to the empty space below me, the strong wind lightly swinging me as I hung from the rope, regaining my breath. My heart rate slowly returned to normal, but I still felt a sickly feeling in the pit of my stomach, shaking my head to rid myself of the neusea, but that only made it worse.
Inhaling a breath of air, I decided it was time to heave myself back onto the railing and continue my journey to the deck. It took several tries before I was finally able to haul my body weight back onto the railing because my abused muscles kept protesting the extra wight. At least I knew how to stay in shape, just walk along the railing with no support, that will make me sweat off a few pounds.
The wind finally died down after a good 10 or 20 minutes of blowing on me. The only good thing was that my wet hair was now dry. The strong wind worked better than a hair dryer. Maybe next time after I had a shower, I'd just stick my head out the window and allow the wind to blow dry it. It'd save power.
Thankful for the calm air, I hurriedly made my way across the railing until my foot hit the deck. I collasped to the ground, thankful to finally be standing on solid land, after I'd just spent around 10 to 20 minutes on that railing with nothing to catch me if I fell.
By now, Edward was probably wondering what was taking me so long, he would probably ask one of his crew member to break the door down, only to discover I was no longer in the bathroom. He was smart, he'd figure out that I escaped out the window and would be heading towards Hanger Bay to steal one of the long boats. Which meant I had to make my quick gettaway now before he caught me.
I just wanted to run to the Hanger Bay, but I had to be sneaky because the crew were around, doing their jobs around the ship. It wasn't going to be easy to get there, but it was still possible. Catching sight of the crew, I jumped behind the barrel, my small figure allowing me to hide behind one barrel. I peered out from behind my hiding place, carefully watching as the crew engaged in a conversation, laughing out loud which made me wonder what was so funny.
I brushed off their talk as nothing, deciding it was time to take action. I did a thorough scan of the deck, noting where each crew member was. They all appeared to be occupied which made my escape that much easier. Once I was positive they were busy enough to not notice me, I got down on all fours and crawled along the deck, the line of barrels hiding me from view. Thankful Edward had set them up this way, or else getting to Hanger Bay would had been more chellenging.
I reached the end where the barrels ended, the wooden door that led to Hanger Bay in my sight, my freedom so close that I could almost taste it. But by getting there, I'd have to walk across the open deck and pray nobody spotted me. The men all appeared to still be busy with their everyday jobs. They pulled on ropes and carried heavy boxes. Some just stood off to the side, talking and laughing with each other, causing the men hard at work to shoot glares in their directon.
Deciding now was time to make my escape, I ran towards the Hanger Bay door, moving as quickly and as quietly as possible, determined to escape this ship, praying the men wouldn't see or hear me. When I'd reached the door, about to turn the metal door knob and run towards a longboat that would take me far away from here, a voice behind me caused me to stop dead in my tracks, too scared to move or speak.
"Hey you!" he sounded angry.
No doubt I was in big trouble. Edward was going to be pissed at me. I'd probably be spending the next few hours in a torture machine. Sucking in a breath, I finally had enough guts to turn around and face him, only to discover that he wasn't talking to me. The half horse man was talking to this snake-like-alien, the one that had been sitting off to the side and watching the others work.
"The captain ordered us all to get to work!" the half horse man said.
"I'm supervising..." Snake Man mumbled, uninterested with this conversation, digging his sharp teeths into the purp he held in his tail.
"If you don't want me to tell the boss you're slacking off, I suggest you get to work," he snapped, thrusting the large box onto his tail. Snake Man was unprepared for that, so instead of holding the box up, it fell to the floor and crashed his tail.
He yelled in pain, quickly pulling his purp covered tail out from under the box, watching as it painfully throbbed in front of his face. Directing his yellow eyes on Horse Man, he hissed, "You're going to get it now," before lunging at him. The two broke out into a huge brawl in the middle of the deck, the other crew members circling them, cheering at the commotion. I guess there wasn't a lot of excitement on the ship.
Satisfied they were distracted, I pulled the door open, cringing as it creeked, but they were too busy to notice. I slipped behind the door with no further hesitation, Edward would be out any second when he heard all that yelling and cheering on the deck, so I needed to make a fast gettaway. I hurried down the old wooden steps, cringing as they groaned under my weight. My entire face lit up when my eyes landed on the long boat, the first time I'd felt hope since I was kidnapped. Now there was nothing standing between me and my freedom.
"Going somewhere?" a familiar voice said from behind. My joy instantly vanished, replaced with dread.
I whipped around, expecting to see Edward standing there with his usual smirk, but instead, it was one of my body guards from the shower. He gave me a creepy grin that made my grin crawl, and I knew from his expression that he wasn't going to take me to Edward, at least not straight away. I backed away from him, my back hitting the long boat, attempting to create as much distance from him as I possibly could.
"Are you trying to escape? To be honest, I'm quite impressed you got this far." He slowly approuched me, his boots tapping against the wooden floor, breaking the silence that surrounded the air, the brawl upstairs fading into the distance.
I could hear my heart pounding against my eardrums. My knees felt weak as if they were ready to give out at any second. I bit my lips as I tried not to breathe too heavily, tried not to allow my fear to show. Even though I refused to admit it, I was terrified, I was secretly hoping Edward would come down here and rescue me from this man, even if that meant I'd be losing my chance to escape.
"Come on, don't be like that." His voice sent a shiver up my spine, and I faught to keep up my brave front. "Maybe I'll let you escape if you satisfy my needs." He reached out a hand to touch me, but I backed away, avoiding his touch.
"If you try anything, Silver will find you and hunt you now," I warned, hating how my voice trembled slight, giving away my fear.
"I'm not worried about that cyborg. It would be worth it anyway," he said as he asended towards me, causing me to back up once again, the long boat growing further and further away, my chances of escape slipping between my fingers.
My back hit the wall, forbbiding me from going any further. I stared wide eyed at the man as he approuched me, that sickening grin still on his face, giving me goosebumps just from looking at him. I frantically scanned my surroundings, searching for an escape, a way out, just something to save me, but all I saw were dead ends. I could try and make a run for the stairs, but I wouldn't get very far, this pirate was stronger than me.
He stood in front of me, pushing a stray hair behind my ear, and I instantly felt sick to my stomach as I stared at him. "Don't worry, I'll be gently," he whispered, resting a hand on each of my shoulder, his face inches from him. I had to stop this, I was not going to allow something like this to happen, I was not going to be taken advantage of.
Anger replaced my fear, glaring up at the face who grinned back in return. My hands slowly clenched into fists. My hatred growing as his hands moved down my arms, his touch feeling like acid on my skin, thankful I was wearing a long sleeved shirt so I wasn't exposed to his touch. He wasn't gently though, he dug his finger nails into my skin that I had to bit my lip to keep from crying out in pain.
"You'll enjoy this, I promise..." when he leaned forward, the anger grew, and I couldn't take this anymore.
I wasn't weak or vulnerable. I would not allow him to take advantage of my youth and innocence. Silver wasn't here to rescue me, so I had to rescue myself, I had to be my own hero. Using my full strength, I kicked him in his most sensitive area, my boots making the pain 10 times worse than it would had been if I'd been barefoot. The man fell to the ground, grasping his private part as he gasped for air.
"You promised to be gently, but I didn't..." I dryly joked, hurrying to the long boat while he was hunched over in pain, and pressing a few buttons to start it up, grinning as the engine started. I was about to haul myself in and fly away from here, until a strong force pulled me back. I nervously met those angry eyes, the ones that had been tracing my body just moments ago.
"After that, I'm no longer going to be gently with you," he said, throwing me against the wall he'd pinned me against just seconds ago. I hit my head hard on the wall, almost knocking me unconscious, but I faught to stay awake. Afraid what he'd do to me if I were unconscious. The force of the blow made me fall to the ground, dizziness threatening to consume me. I glanced up in time to see the pirate approuching him, his sickening smile faded into a scowl, and I was terrified what he was going to do with me this time.
I stumbled to my feet, using the wall to support me. Despite my dizziness, I kept a determined expression, readying myself for whatever he had planned. His grin caused a sick feeling to form in the pit of my stomach, fighting to keep from throwing up.
"Since you're too weak to fight back, this will make it so much easier." He stared at something above me, an evil glint in his eye. "Maybe I'll make you even weaker."
Confused, I followed his gaze, and noticed a wooden crate hanging over my head with nothing but ropes to support it. That didn't seem too safe to me. I returned my gaze to him, watching as he drew his sword, and aimed it at the crate. I knew that I should had ran, or jumped out of the way. But I felt too weak and tired. I just wanted to sit here. I wanted to go to sleep.
I watched as his blurry figure threw the sword at the crate above me, then listened as a loud ruckus sounded, it was so loud that I half expected the entire crew to run down here and explore the noise. Before I could comprehend what was going on, I suddenly felt a burning pain in my right arm. I think I might had screamed in pain, but in my head, the sound felt muffled, everything felt muffled. Weakly, I glanced to the side, the crate had crashed my right arm. I couldn't feel it. All that I knew was that it hurt. Alot.
I redirected my gaze at the man. His blurry finger made his way towards me, a creep grin on his face, his mouth opened and he said something, but I couldn't hear it. Everything was just a mixture of colours and shapes with no audio. My eye lids grew heavy, and I just wanted to rest, just a 5 minute nap. But I couldn't. I needed to do something. He was almost in front of me. I couldn't let this happen.
Glancing next to me, I noticed that the rope fell along with the crate. At least I think it was the rope, either that or a snake. Unable to move my right arm, I had to use my left arm, which made this plan harder since I was right handed. I felt the rough rope between my fingers, the material scratchy and uncomfortable on my skin. My weak gaze met the man's as he continued towards me. Without hesitating, I used my remaining strength to thrust the rope at him.
I watched as he got tangled up in the rope, fighting to pull it off. He yelled a few things, but it was muffled. He went around in tiny circles, working on untying himself, his voice loud and angry, shooting daggers at me with his eyes, but I was too weak to do anything but sit back and watch, desperately blinking away the blurrines. One moment he was in the Hanger Bay with me, trying to seduce me, then the next he was falling through the hatch, leaving me alone in the small room. It all happened so fast that I wasn't sure if it was real or just an illusion.
I had no idea how long I'd stayed on the floor for, but it felt like hours. My weak body rendering me immobile, but I knew I had to escape, Edward was probably looking for me by now. This would be the first place he'd go. Somehow I managed to push the box from my arm, gasping as I stared at my crashed arm, blood dripping from my fingers, the sleeve of my shirt soaked in the red, sticky liquid.
I didn't have time to look over the injury. I had to escape. Forcing my weak body up, I stumbled over to the long boat and crashed inside. I pressed a few buttons, praying it was right since my blurry vision made me unable to see. My heart soar as the long boat dropped through the hatch and flew far away from the pirate ship I'd been stuck on for who knows how long. But now I was safe, I could finally rest.
I wiggled into a comfortable position in the long boat, allowing it to pick any path it wanted to go, I just wanted to get away from Edward and his crew. I didn't care where I went. I stared up at the sky, a mixture of pink and orange swirls, promising darkness very soon. My eyes closed, allowing me to fall into a dreamless sleep, not knowing if I was even going to survive.
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