Sorry it took so long to put up. Summer is such a busy time for me because I have so many sports and camps. But anyway I should be updating more often... soo... here ya go!
It had been two weeks since the incident with the other captain. I had healed well and was already up on my feet helping the crew out with the sails, much to the dismay of the captain. I had become one with the crew I was one of the men just the way I like it. I had grown closer to them and farther away from the captain. Which was an okay thing considering the fact of how I didn't want him to know anything about my past. I had learned all the sailor swears which were much different from a thief's swear, I had learned how to tie all the knots, and I had learned how to climb up the main mast, without the captain seeing me of course. The first time he saw me climb it he climbed up it in under ten seconds and hoisted me over his shoulder and carried me down throwing me onto the deck and storming off. Why wouldn't he want me to be climbing the mast? I've climbed trees taller than the mast! The captain really was a strange man. I also learned what part of the crew to stay away from.
There is a man named Sid who has three other friends whose names I can't remember. Apparently he is wanted by the law for murder which doesn't surprise me half the crew is but he is one of the men who killed out of cold blood. The others killed during piracy under captains orders. He killed a man so he could rape the man's wife, who he also later killed after. I wasn't afraid of him by any means I was just afraid of the trouble I would get everyone into if we got into a fight. Needless to say I tried to stay afraid from those four.
I still slept in the captain's room but luckily the captain stopped making advances onto me, which was greatly appreciated because any more and I would have to kill him. Of course I refused to sleep in the same bed as him but instead made myself a little pallet on the floor on the other side of the room far away from him and slept there. Every night he offers me the bed instead of the floor but I always turn him down. I've slept on dirt harder than this, with no blanket of padding underneath me. I was just fine.
The captain and I really hadn't talked since he held me close and carried me like a bride back to his bed. Again I was just fine with that. That man still infuriates me. Everything he does makes me want to strangle him. I used to be able to tolerate him but now it has just gotten ridiculous.
It had been a long day full of mast climbing and tying up sails and I was beat and tired just ready to rip off my leather pants and shirts that I had borrowed from the captain and call it a day.
I practically ran to our cabin and closed the door leaning up against it locking it and throwing the key onto the bed. I closed my eyes and let out a content sigh. There was something about manning a ship that just got to you. It was unlike any other profession I had ever had. Working a ship made you feel good about yourself it made you feel like you had really done a day's work and that rest was easily worth it. I smiled to myself wondering if at the next port I could get off and start a pirate crew of my own. I unbuttoned my shirt leaving only a long strip of linen wrapped around my torso that served as support for my chest. I stopped wearing a dress and proper undergarments as soon as I could walk again. I haven't even opened the wardrobe full of beautiful dresses the captian had bought me since. Why hadn't the captain asked me to wear them again? Was he afraid that if the world knew I was a woman we have a repeat of last time?
I was so absorbed in my thoughts while unbuttoning my pants that I completely forgot to have my guard up.
Immediately I became aware of my surroundings. I could hear breathing somewhere behind me.
I whirled around to come face to face with a man.
I should have felt relief to see someone other than a captain.
But instead I found myself wishing it was the captain alone in a small room with the key to get out in the hands in none other than the man who makes hell look like a stroll around the park.
Sid.