Emmas POV
Slowly a headache made itself known. I groaned and tried to open my eyes. Ugh did I drink myself back to sleep again? Wait… I
I am moving…are those waves I hear? My head needed a little time to recover what happened the day before. With a start I sat up and looked around.
A dizziness fell over me and I laid back down and covered my face with my hands. OK think Emma, what happened before you passed out. The slap, the almost torture.. My pendant! I opened my eyes again and slowly sat up again and looked around. I was in some kind of cabin. It was warm and a few candles were lit around the room.
I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and started to stand up. My legs were shaking under me as I pushed myself up from the bed.
Looking around I noticed a few books strewn around, a map and food! But what if it was poisoned? Looking to the door I tried to think what my chances are that the door is unlocked.
I made my way to the door and pulled on the handle. It's open! This is my chance. I bet they didn't expect me to wake up so fast. Well at least I hope it was fast. I looked through the small window on the other side and it was still dark outside.
Turning back around I made my way out of the cabin. I could hear voices above me laughing and shouting. With my eyes always flickering above me I made my way to the stairs I could see.
Walking up was a bit of a hassle because my legs and right side were pounding with pain. Breathing through it I kept going up till I could see who was wandering above.
I gasped. There were about 15 men strown about drinking and laughing at something the Captain was saying. I risked a look at the Captain and startled. Was that really the man who had slapped me and tried to torture me? He was laughing along with his.. Crew. I was on a ship with only the black sky in sight.
Suddenly his eyes met mine. I ran down as fast as I could back to the cabin I came from. Where to hide? I bet I wasn't to show up on deck. Fuck.. What should I do.
The bed was enough for two people in width but would I fit under it. Not the one to take chances I sprinted to the bed and started pressing myself under.
Thank God that I am so skinny. This would be impossible otherwise. Taking a breath I held it as the door opened.
I could see black shiny boots making their way over to the bed. His feet kept turning from side to side.. Like if he was deciding where I could be. Then he sat down on the bed where I was under. The weight he provided pressed the bed down on to my chest. My breath got cut in my throat. A painful groan escaped my throat trying to slide out from under him.
The weight lifted quickly and he was laying beside me watching me under the bed. He had an amused glint in his eyes. I tried to shy away from him with fear clearly written on my face. Get yourself together Emma! Pokerface is the key here.
The amusement was washed away and replaced with a different emotion Regret? Or disappointment? Moving as far as I could away from him didn't do much. He could just round the bed.
"Come on out. I am not going to hurt you", he said in a very calming voice. I started to weigh my options. Stay under here and get pulled out by force or stay here and maybe he will let me be or crawl out on my own.
But stubbornness was in my nature. Swallowing my fear I turned my face to look at the bed. Taking calming breaths was not helping me. It increased the pain in my side.
I heard shuffling beside me and glanced to see what he was doing. He was getting up and the only thing I could see was his feet wandering through the room.
He sat down in one of the chairs. Then I heard the soft clatter of silverware. He was eating!
The door to the cabin opened and a heavenly smell drafted through the small cabin. More food!?
I heard him talking to his crew mate to take course to tortuga. What and where the hell is tortuga? Shortly after, the man left the cabin and I was alone with him again. My stomach was rumbling loudly at the prospect of food...If I would just move from out of under the bed.
Sighing quietly I started to make my way out into the open. I sat up and looked to the table and saw the feast awaiting me. No one can eat that much right? Looking at the food, made me want to devour all of the different dishes I could see.
The Captain didn't even turn my way. He just kept eating and looking at some kind of map beside him. I made my way slowly towards the table and sat down in a chair across from him.
Then he looked up at me and smiled a crooked grin. His eyes were light and watching me.
"Eat up, you will need it", were his words to me.
Maybe he did poison the food? But he could have killed me differently. Why should he offer me food if he was going to kill me?
Watching him closely I took one of the chicken legs from the platter. It smelled so good, I actually let out a loud moan once I took a bite out of it. After that there was no stopping me. I took everything my hands could reach. I haven't eaten this well in...forever I can't even remember.
After finishing up and being so full I could hardly move, I heard him move. Looking up I watched him with Hawkeyes. He stepped over to what looked like a dresser and pulled out some kind of cloth out? Was that a dress? He turned back around and held out the cloth for me to take.
"It's not much but you might want to get of those...filthy clothes", he said with a slight disgusted look. Just then two men came in to the room carrying a...Is that a bathtub? I wasn't sure. It looked big enough to be one but it was metal and weirdly shaped.
They placed the tub in the middle of the room. Then I saw the water was actually emitting steam. I held my breath as tears sprang to my eyes. This would be the first bath in forever...If it was actually for me. Turning to him I saw a smile grace his face. He nodded towards the tub.
"Take a bath and...take your time. I will be up on deck. I should be back in an hour…", he trailed off. With one last glance at me, he opened the door and shut it behind him. I heard his steps making their way up deck.
Turning back to the tub, I started to strip down. Looking back at the door, I decided to keep my undergarments on. I stepped into the tub and let myself slowly sink into the heavenly hot water. Sighing with relief I ducked under and came back up. I saw two little bottles standing beside the tub. Shampoo? Squirting some of the content in the palm of my hand, I noticed the smell...It smells like coconut and strawberries?
I started washing my hair very thoroughly. After the third time I stopped. I took the other bottle and washed my body and my underwear with it. By the time I was done the water didn't look that inviting anymore. Stepping out I looked at my drenched undergarments.
Looking around for a place to store them to dry was making me feel embarrassed. I don't want the blue eyed man to see this! Where could I hide these? Stepping over to the bed I placed them under the right side. They were hidden and maybe they would be dry in the morning.
I pulled the dress over my head and took a look at myself. The cotton was very soft and felt really good against my skin. I twirled a little from side to side and smiled. When was the last time I wore a dress?
Feeling overwhelmed with fatigue a sat down on the bed. Looking down at my hands I saw the scars on my wrist from the rope. They still burned. That made me gasp. My hand shot to my collarbone where I could feel the slow scab of a wound.
Great. Here I am almost forgetting what that...that bastard did to me! How gullible am I? A warm bath and food and here I am practically forgiving him! I stood up with more determination now and started my search for a weapon. Sadly the only thing I found was a heavy goblet with rubies on the side. Picking it up I weighed it in my hand and closed my hand around it.
I heard the door creak open and flashed around with a murderous look in my eye. The Bastard was not expecting me to attack him. But he still could hold off my arm that was aiming for his head with the goblet. He snatched the goblet and threw me to the floor. His eyes started to turn black.
"What do you think your doing?", he asked in a eary calm voice. But I wasn't done with him. Jumping back up I swung my leg, for a kick, towards his stomach. He blocked me again. Hit after hit I tried to hit him. He blocked all my punches and kicks without ever attacking me. I was getting frustrated and it started to show. My breath came out in gasps. He was not fighting me the coward!
With one fast move he hand both my hurt wrists in his hand and he pushed me against the wall of the cabin. I hissed from the pressure and tried to wiggle free.
"Just stop struggling. I don't want to hurt you but if you want to keep behaving this way, I will have no choice!", he said with his face close to my mine. I could feel his breath wafting over me. He smelled like the ocean mixed with...rum? My struggling died down but my anger didn't. He was so fucking close! Can't he back off!
As if he heard my thoughts he backed away slowly. Letting my hands fall to my sides. "Better now?", he questioned. I was still seething, but that wouldn't help me now would it? Taking a few deep breaths I turned my face away from him.
Rustling could be hear in front of me and I looked up see him taking off his shirt. What was he doing? I was speechless watching him slowly pull off his leather pants. My eyes kept flickering to him and the floor while color filled my cheeks. He pulled on some soft looking pjs and laid down on the left side of the bed.
"You going to join me or keep staring holes in to my back?", he whispered. No way will I sleep in the same bed as him. But it looked a lot more comfortable than the floor. Stubbornly I took a pillow and a blanket from the warm and comfy looking bed and placed the items on the floor. Laying on the floor was the last thing I wanted to do, especially because my side still hurt like a bitch and the bed would probably be the better option. I watched as the candles flickered slowly till they went out and we were enveloped in darkness. I bent down and pulled the blanket back and placed my body under it. I shivered from the cold floor boards.
Closing my eyes I tried to block out everything that was happening. My breathing slowed down and my eyes fell closed. I was almost gone, when someone started to lift me up. The blanket fell away and I started to really shiver. I was placed on the bed and I felt something warm and heavy cover me.
I was to tired to fight him anymore and I fell asleep with ocean blue eyes watching me.
