Chapter 13

Lucy had finished changing into the dry clothes provided for her by the Captain, who so generously allowed her to use of his cabin. Her ratted hair hung in a wet mess around her shoulders, twisted and knotted in her leather tie. With tingling fingers she pulled and yanked the leather strap from her hair. Wincing in pain she searched the cabin until she found the Captain's comb made out of a giant bone. She wasn't sure if she wanted a bone in her hair, yet one look at the small oval mirror and she began the attack. Thankfully her hair looked worse than what it really was. After retying the leather strap around her long locks she went in search of the Captain.

He was found at the wheel, without a shirt. He looked almost like a Greek god with the noon sun shining upon him and the sea breeze flowing through his hair.

"Um, excuse me, Captain?" She asked.

"Captain Carter, Ma'am." He introduced.

"Mr. Carter, where exactly are we?"

With a sly grin and a shake of his head he answered, "Captain, or Carter, not mister, got it cupcake?"

"Lucy or your Highness, not cupcake." She replied tartly.

His laughter bellowed over the ship, causing many of his crew to stop in their task and stare at their Captain. "Well played, your highness. We are headed west. In search of the Isle of Napel."

"What will you find there?" Lucy asked.

"Not find, return. The Isle of Napel is part of the DeLancore Islands. We live there."

DeLancore... Why did that name sound familiar? The answer hit her with a gasp. "You're Pirates!"

"We prefer the term 'privateers'." He joked.

"You attacked my cousin." Lucy shouted. "Where is he? What have you done to him and his crew?"

"I haven't attacked a ship in months, what are you taking about?" He asked with a raised eye brow.

Lucy stood in front of the wheel with her hands firmly on her hips glaring into his eyes. "You attacked a ship under the protection of King Caspian of Narnia. You kidnaped his crew, as well as my cousin Eustace. I demand to know where he is?"

Carter shook his head, "I spoke the truth when I answered that I haven't attacked a ship in a while. If there is one thing you must learn on my ship is that I never repeat myself. Ever."

His icy voice sent a shiver over Lucy, who looked away. "Forgive me, but I am very found of my cousin, and I am concerned over his well being."

"I know how your feel." He replied looking straight ahead to the horizon.

Lucy looked up quickly at him, "You do?"

He nodded, "I, myself, am missing a few ships and crew."

"But if you didn't attack them, then they aren't missing?"

"Oh they are missing... Well, until we can find them."

"So..." Lucy was too confused, "Who has them?"

Caters blue eyes looked deep into her own, "Not who, your highness, what."

Lucy frowned, "Alright then, WHAT has them?"

"A Night Fae."