~~~~~~~~~~Recap~~~~~~~~~~

-Your POV-

You heard shouts from above deck, you were still tied to the chair, but without the blindfold and had your wrists untied, you were eating breakfast. You were allowed to have your arms free at this meal and dinner, you would also be let go completely to go to the bathroom only, lets just say you lied a lot to stretch. But you had a feeling your meal would be cut short as the door busted open and Dualscar was there.

"Alright, Girlie, time to move," he said hurriedly

~~~~~~~~~~Recap~~~~~~~~~~

-Your POV-

The pirate was quick to untie you from the chair and hoist you over his shoulder, even with you struggling the whole time. You found that this troll was a real competition for you, maybe it was that he seemed to be a higher blood than the Highblood and his guards, seeing as they were much easier to deal with and lower on the hemospectrum compared to him.

"Let me go!" you pounded hard on the male's spine, a soft spot on the center of the back that you learned about when you were younger.

He raced down hallway after hallway going lower into the ship. He was looking for a certain place, that much you could tell. But, you kept demanding that he released you and pounding harshly in the same spot on his back, a huge bruise would call that place home within a few hours. He came to a halt and opened a violet door.

"Wvill ya, pipe down Girlie! And quit beatin' my gogdamned back!" He yelled just as he was tossing you into the new room.

You let out a loud grunt, the wind was knocked out of your lungs as you hit the floor. The door was shut and you could hear the click of a lock. It took you several seconds to catch your breath, but once you did you were jumping to your feet. Your hands were balled so tightly that your knuckles were white as you scanned the room.

It was simple; a queen sized with a nightstand on one side that held a lamp and two doors on the far right wall, leading who knows where. How all of this wasn't moving with the rocking of the ship was a mystery to you, maybe it was all nailed to the floor boards? Oh well, not the point right now, right now you need to start demanding some answers from the fish-dick that's now sitting on the bed groaning about his back.

"Oi, dickwaffle, what the hell is going on up there?" you deballed your hands and placed them on your hips, leaning on your right leg and popping out your left hip.

"Don't wvorry about it," he replied in a grumpy tone as he raised his shirt to look at his bruising back.

"...'Don't worry about it'," you took a step closer to him, "What do you mean, 'Don't worry about it', something is going down up there and it's obviously big enough that you felt the need to move me lower in the ship, for some god awful reason," you stepped closer, almost invading Dualscar's personal space and leaning forward to look him dead in the eye, "Now spill."

The troll rolled his violet eyes at you and stood with a slight wince. You stood up straight as well, having to crane your neck to look up at him, he was tall, but not quite as tall as the Highblood. Peering down at you he let out a chuckle and shook his head slightly.

"Look, Girlie, you havwe no powver ovwer me, I like ya', sure, but you don't havwe me wvrapped around your little finger like you do that big bozo of troll," he stated, which confused you, you didn't have the Highblood wrapped around your finger. Well, not that you knew of.

"The hell do you mean, I don't have him wrapped around my finger, he doesn't even like me, I'm just his slave," you countered with a huff.

"Oh?" He laughed darkly and looked off some then looked back at you with a smile. "If he didn't so much as like you then why would he be up there," he pointed up, but you know with what he meant, "Fighting my crew?" He asked and quirked a brow.

You stood, looking at him like he was nuts. There was no way that he was up there. Not like you could tell -you where so low in the ship that you couldn't here a single step- still there was no way! Your mouth hung open slightly as you searched for the words to tell him otherwise, but nothing would come, not a single word or insult that you could come up with- nothing was coming out.

"Wvhat, cat gotcha tongue?" he asked teasingly.

"There's no way he's up there, there is no way that he could like me," you finally stated calling the pirate's bluff.

"Oh, I see wvhat you're tryin' to do, and it's not wvorkin' I'm NOT takin' you up there," he smirked thinking he figured out what you were trying to do.

"What do you mean? I'm not trying to get you to do anything at all," you smirked knowingly, you were working your way into the male's mind to get what you wanted. As a woman you had all the rights in the world to do so.

"Oh no, no no no," he took a step back from you with a wavering smile, "You're not gettin' in my head," he stated.

"Why would I ever want to do such a thing as that?" you asked, smirk growing waiter and your eyes narrowing as you watched him.

The rest of the conversation was cut short as the door was flung open -surprisingly seeing as it was locked- by one of the Highblood's guardsmen. It was the one you'd seen around quite a bit, with the straight black hair, that held deep blue undertones, and had the deepest royal blue eyes you'd ever seen on human or troll alike.

"Human, you will be coming with me, by the orders of the Grand Highblood," he declared strongly.

You're smirk softened some, the Highblood was up there trying to get you back. Then the sudden realization hit you, did this mean that the Highblood actually liked you? You felt the blood rush to your face, he had to like you otherwise he would have just left you with this male, obviously...

Your thoughts were interrupted as Dualscar laughed a deep, hearty, sea captain's laugh, "You think you can take the Lil Girlie awvay, I'd like to see you try."

Just as the blue blood was about to reply the one and only Grand Highblood walked into the room and pushed aside. Your face lit up at the sight of the male, and he seem to give the faintest of smiles at the mere sight of you as well.

"Yeah, I'd like to see that motherfucker try too," his voice was low and deep, there was an extra growl emitted from his throat as he spoke, "But it looks like it's just gonna be you and me, motherfucker."

Dualscar smirked and readied his weapon, his large harpoon gun, and made the simple gesture of waggling his fingers telling the other to 'bring it.'

The Grand Highblood gave a smirk of his own and readied his, freshly blood coated, clubs for a fight. You simply stepped out of the way just wanting to see how this shit goes down.