Chapter Seven: Food for Thought

~~ The very next morning I rose quite later than I did the day before, and, I was completely surprised.

The Captain, nor anyone, came to wake me up!

I stretched and shuffled out of my room quietly; opening up the door to find that it was not at all the least bit pleasant outside. When I opened up the door I was immediately punched in the face by winds I would measure leapt up to fifty miles per hour! I gasped and clasped onto the door for dear life itself! My hair whipped wildly behind me as I raised a hand before my eyes; allowing me to see without the wind tearing off my eyelids. Gargantuan waves clouded with sand, fish, rain water, and god knows what to combine to colour the upsurge cinereal; they pounded the deck of the boat, slamming into it with power that could push the 'Black Pearl' for months at a time!

The pirates dashed as best they could across the deck whilst shielding themselves from the hissing spray and wind that would pull skin from bone; I, without thinking, stepped out of the room and lost my grip on the door, causing it to slam shut behind me and force me forwards. I cried out and slipped, sliding on one foot and falling square on my behind and tumbling to the left as the boat was bashed and fell to its side; quickly balancing itself back and causing all aboard to fall over...again. This balancing of the boat allowed me to take a moment to breathe; I laid flat out on my back and stared up at the sky, which was morphing from a buoyant, ashen quilt of cotton to an obsidian comforter of the finest Persian silks enweaved with rich, xanthous thread; swirling and twirling about the Persian carpet that laid heavily above our heads. I sat up and refocused to see the Captain at the helm of the boat; his hat, miraculously, still sat upon his head! He threw the wheel to his left and the boat snapped to the left; spinning us around and saving us from a wave that would've surely destroyed us!

I stood and stumbled to the mast; grasping onto it and looking back up to the wheel to see that it was vacated! It spun vigorously; against the wind and waves. My eyes slipped down the banister of the stairs and blundered about the deck; only locking onto the Captain when it was entirely too late. He yanked me away from the mast and lifted me off of the deck; running until we reached some type of room, he threw open the door and rushed inside with me, slamming the door shut afterwards. As we arrived in the room, however, the boat was smacked by another wave, to the port side.

His body was slammed upon the ground and I landed gently, with he as my pillow. I paused as my head laid against his chest and we both only breathed; he smelt of sea salt and cigarette smoke, and yet, I found this scent wasn't displeasing. I lifted my head and stared at him in quiet stupefaction; his face wasn't as horrid as I thought it once to be, and, though his eyes still glowed bright yellow, they no longer blazed and to me they seemed almost...tame. I forgot, apparently, that I still lay atop him...until I felt something press against my pelvis; his face contorted from an expression of softened surprise to a perverted grin. Whatever was poking into my pelvis, poked harder and I broke out of what hypnotistic trance he placed me under; gasping and shooting up from him, stumbling away and expecting to see something not very gentlemanlike at all.

I turned back and glanced down at the Captain to find that he held his revolver close to his manhood; the gun sat vertically in his palm, mimicking an erection. The grin never dimmed from his face, no, it brightened if anything! He stared in amusement as my cheeks burnt and the boat began to balance out again; he stood now and placed his revolver back into its holster, clearing his throat. "Well, then, now that I've expanded all of your craving for excitement and given you the adrenaline rush which so hurried to your cheeks, you are to stay put until I am to call for you." He finished, walking past me and to the door.

"But, you can't-" I attempted to say, stepping towards him.

"The deal" he said simply, hushing me instantly. He smiled and paused before leaving; closing the presently opened door. "You know, I saw that grave look upon your face when you discovered it was only a revolver" said he with a grin; my eyes winded.

"I did no such thing! What you did was completely uncalled for and...perverted" I growled, meaning to insult him. He gasped sarcastically and changed his tone to a higher pitch, meaning to mimic my voice.

"Oh, dear, it was! I'm terribly sorry, madam, let me go run around a pirate ship and be completely called for" he said, laughing afterwards.

"You're not funny" I hissed, crossing my arms and turning away from him.

"Oh" he started; his tone returning to normal. "I'm getting the cold shoulder now, am I? Oh, I'm terribly sorry for offending thee, your highness." Said he, bowing to me and snickering. I rolled my eyes, but, decided not to sink down to his level; I stared hatefully at the bookshelves before me, he sighed now.

"You know, I'm not asking for anything here; I've saved your little ass what...twice...thrice now? And you're going to act like a..." he faded off and sighed; all of a sudden, I was yanked from my position and fell backwards, into his arms and he pulled me upwards; holding my feet off of the ground and my ear to his lips. "I could've done so many horrid things to you, Anna; I could've shaken you awake from your innocent little daydreams and shown you the nightmare that is the real world. I could've corrupted you, Anna, and yet, I haven't. I want you to think very long upon that subject the next time you decide to drink with your little privateer boyfriend."

The Captain hissed, the last words spilling from his mouth as growls; I broke his grasp and faced him. "He's not my boyfriend! He's nothing to me-"

"Not what your parents decreed" he countered, lighting another cigarette and sticking it in his mouth.

"Well...they're dead now, so their opinions really don't matter, do they?" I spat; his left eyebrow raised and he gave a slight smile, puffing out smoke.

"Smart girl" he commented, popping the death stick back between his lips. I paused and sighed; why was he so irritating? I closed my eyes and turned away from him, rubbing my face in agitation; however, when I turned back 'round to him, he was smiling again.

"What?" I asked in annoyance, he took the cigarette out of his mouth.

"You really were disappointed, though." He said with a grin; I became so angry and lunged forwards and yanked the cigarette out of his mouth, opening the door and throwing it out, watching it as it landed in the ocean. I shut the door and glared at him with pride. "Well" he started as I walked away from the door and sat at a small table that stood in the middle of the room. "I need something to put into my mouth, now" he added, smiling to me.

"How about your own foot?" I suggested in exasperation; he chuckled and sat on the table.

"No, I was thinking something far more easy. Like, oh, let us say a naïve girl with brunette hair and blue eyes who wanted to go home so bad she agreed to a deal that was so sketchish Leonardo de Vinci wouldn't dare lay a finger upon it. I'm thinking she's more of my speed" said he, leaning closer to me; I paused, he was right about one thing, I was stupid to agree to that deal. I held up my index finger.

"My hair is dirty blonde, not brunette." I specified, this caused him to fall into a fit of laugher; and, this was my only weapon, if you can indeed call it a weapon at all, against him. In all honesty, I was afraid of him, afraid of what he would do to me, afraid if he would really follow out with his promises. And, being sassily comical is how I dealt with those uncertainties. All of a sudden the door was thrown open and the Captain shot up, regaining his cool and majestic façade.

"What?" He hissed, staring darkly at the crew member that entered.

"Uh, s-sorry sir, but, it l-looks like 'eve come upon 'notha port, sir." The crew member was the cabin boy, and, he held the knob to the door with a trembling hand.

"Which one?" The Captain questioned.

"Punta Corella" the cabin boy answered; the Captain nodded and sent him away, turning his attention back to me. The Captain grasped my arms and yanked me up, intertwining my arm with his own.

"We're going to get a drink, and by 'we', I mean me and I'm not going to drink much so I can keep an eye on you and your love of escaping" said he, pulling me out of that room and over the deck, and walking with me onto the pier.

~~ The sun was now shining and the powder blue blanket now covered the sky; leaving more than enough room for the golden sun to poke his head out from behind the ocean. Quite an odd time, I figured, to get a drink. But, what I soon found was, for a pirate, drink time is any time; be it day or night. The Captain took me into the bar and I found it was exactly like Tortuga! However, there were more ladies in whoreish outfits lying all over the men; my god, had their mothers raised them this way?

They should be absolutely ashamed of themselves!

The bar was dirty and grimy and the air was thick with cigarette smoke, sweat, and the laughter of drunken men. No sooner had we sat down at the bar than several ladies crowded around...me! They played with my hair and pulled at my clothes, and, the Captain watched in nothing but utter amusement as he sipped upon his large glass of rum. "Girls" the Captain started, gaining all of our attention; his voice was smooth again, and wonderful to listen to. "Why don't you take Anna upstairs and show her how a woman dresses, hmm?"

...Except when he said that.

The girls yanked me upstairs with them, apparently, they owned rooms above the bar. They ripped my clothes away from me and tossed me back into a corset and dress; curling my hair with rods and only putting a 'dash' of makeup upon my face. "You've got a wonderful completion, darling, but, every woman needs a bit of powder!" The woman handling the makeup said with a smile, in a quite annoying accent. After the woman were finished dressing me they tossed me into a chair and marveled at their handiwork.

"You're perfect; now, he won't be able to resist you!" The woman who applied my makeup cried with a large smile upon her face.

"Oh, god, no, he's making so many innuendos as it was." I said with a groan; the women laughed and a few patted me on the back.

"Why don't you want him to want you, sweetie?" The woman that applied my makeup asked.

"I would like to stay pure until marriage, as I was taught." I answered; the women grinned to one another.

"Let me give 'ya a bit 'a food for thought, darlin'. Do 'ya wanna remain pure just 'cuz you were taught that way or 'cuz you really wan' to? Cuz, I was taught, do whatever ya want in live, you only got one of 'em!" She cried, and this was followed my a chorus of nods and 'yes's agreeing in her favour.

I paused, I hadn't thought of that before.