Warning: slight torture, nothing to bad. Enjoy!
I woke up the next morning to an empty bed. I pulled myself up, and began getting dressed. As I slip my dress over my head, and am adjusting its fit, I hear a roar of laughter. Curious I decide to go look. I open the door to see the crew huddled near the back wall of the ship. I walk over and push my way through the crowd. Once through, I see a man chained to the wall. His cloths had been stripped from him, and there are small, harsh wounds all over different parts of his body. He's in pain, and his head is hung low. Suddenly a knife is thrown from the front of the crowd, and lands in the thigh. More, laughter and cheers are heard. The man's head shoots up in pain. It's Fletcher. I'm not surprised at all. I push my way toward the area the knife came from, and find Killian. I go to his side, and grab his arm; he looks down to me. His face becomes stern in a proud unashamed way.
"Hey, love." He puts his arm around my waist to lead me away from the scene. "Quartermaster would you like a throw?" he asks tossing a knife up in the air, and letting it land in the Quartermasters hand.
"Aye, Captain." He says and sets his eyes on his target.
"Don't kill him though, that's my job." Killian and I walk out of the crowd and towards the starboard side of the ship. I turn towards him, and give him a look. He just smirks and cocks an eyebrow.
"You know, you could have just killed him right? Instead of having to deal with all this." I say crossing my arms and leaning against the rail.
"I will, just after he gets what he deserves, of course." He smiles, glancing back at the crowd.
"Look, I know you're mad about everything, and so am I, but you're better than this, you're better than him!" I say gesturing towards Fletcher. "Don't bring yourself down to his level. Just kill the bastard and let's be done with this whole mess." I say putting my arms around his waist and bring him closer to me. He smiles at me, and puts a hand on my cheek.
"No offense lass, but what you're saying is foolish." I pull away and glare at his remark. "Emily, last night you were telling me I should do whatever I wanted to the bastard, now you're saying we should give him the easy way out."
"I'm not saying we should give him the easy way out-" I begin, but I'm cut off.
"Yes, you are. The son of a bitch humiliated you, tortured you, stabbed you, and almost raped you. Do you really think I'm gonna let that slide so easily?" I give up. He was right. He takes my hand and kisses the top of it, then rubs his thumb over it. "You're the love of my life, but I don't care what you say, I'm gonna destroy this man, with or without you're approval. It's my revenge for what he did to you." I just sigh, and begin to walk away, but he pulls me back into his arms, and presses his lips to mine giving a long lasting kiss. In that moment everything we just argued about didn't matter anymore. I smile against his lips, and we part from each other. He cocks his head at me. "Do we have an understanding?" I smile and roll my eyes at him.
"Go." I say gesturing to the crowd. I felt like I was giving a child permission to go play with his toys. Killians smiles, and goes to join his friends and crew in the torture.