Welcome to the 2nd chapter! 0 I'll be the first to say that I was extremely stumped about what to do in this chapter... I knew how I wanted to start it, but the question before me was this: To have her as a xxx toy, to be lonely and cuddle her, or what I DID choose with the help of my Best Friend ^\\\^ Even afterwards I was trying to decide whether to have it voiced by our female protagonist, or if I should have it voiced by out new male antagonist... Hehehe, I hope you tolerate the decision I made! She even helped me with the plot whilst we were at the pool! Thanks bestie! :*

Please enjoy!h

I continue to hear the pounding down the steps before a tall, thin figure appears before me. It's a man. He has broad shoulders, but they don't match the rest of his thin - but muscular - body. His lazily half- buttoned - and uneven at that - shirt shows his tan skin and toned muscles. He didn't seem to have much body hair. His face looked to be in a permanent scowl, and his hazel eyes were somewhat sunken in and had dark circles under them. The bottle in his hand and the flask tied around his neck by a strand of leather signified that he was probably drunk. His stringy brown hair hung down into his face, a red handkerchief tying into a cap. He had a belt that fell low on his hips, and it had many little pockets and satchels sewn to it. The weathered jacket he was wearing and the long thin sword at his waist signified that he was probably the Captain. Not to mention the expensive looking gun in the waistband of his pants...

"..." He pulled a key out of his satchel and unlocked the door to my cell. I sat up as he silently walked over to me. He immediately grabbed my forearm and yanked me up. He began to stumble around me in a drunken circle. The fact that he was looking at me, at my body made me stiff, except for my trembling hands. I became even more nervous as he began to poke my body. Unintentionally, I was making small whimpering sounds.

"So this is it?" He scoffed. I could smell the strong odor of liqueur on his breath. I recoil a bit from the smell, although alcohol smelled better than what most of the other men smelled like... Ehk.

"What do you mean, 'is this it'?... Why did you kidnap me?" I back up a bit, but he only steps closer than before.

"I'm just teasing you lass... You're my twenty-first birthday present of course! I asked my men to fetch me the most beautiful women in the village. On the beach, after they knocked you out, a few more of my men brought up more gals... They all concluded that you were the most beautiful little virgin of them... What's your name, and how old are you?" His English is pretty good, considering that he is both drunk and a pirate.

"... Elinore Garbett, sixteen." I answer quietly, extremely uncomfortable, "A-and yourself?"

"Heh, funny you ask. I am James Matheson, the proud captain of the ship Stargazer. This ship was originally part of the British Navy, but my Grandfather stole it, and rightly so. They owed him. I'm twenty one and I love booze and sweets, have ever since I was about eight. I obviously come from a proud line of pirates, and of course, I am the best one yet! Did I mention I threw this room together just for you in about an hour? It was so difficult to tear out the bars that were between the two rooms that now make this one... And to screw down that damned dresser! I hope its to your liking, although, since it was made by me, I'm sure you'll fancy it!"

"You're quite conceited aren't you. What about facilities?" I say with a bright red blush. He throws me a bucket.

"Well, I am pretty great... Use that then pour it out the porthole. Works the same as a bedpan. Oh, and here," he mumbles tossing me a cloth, bar of oatmeal soap, and then handing me a metal vase filled with water and a rope, saying, "I've heard how prissy women can be and all that. Use the rope to tie that to the bars so that it don't spill everywhere. I'll check on you an awful lot, so just tell me if it needs to be refiled."

"Thank you..." I whisper sheepishly. I'm still terrified...

"Welcome home, my pretty little Ellie," He states my new name gruffly and pulls me into a hug. His body is warm from the drinking, and his hands are ever so slowly moving lower and lower down my back to caress my waist, where I start to shiver, then my hips, where he begins to breathe more heavily... It's making me much to uncomfortable, so I harshly knee his sensitive spot and he falls on the floor with a girly shriek.

"B-bitch!" He grumbles as he regains his composer and stands, "You better be glad that I like people with feisty attitudes... Uhg... I'll be right back with some food and drink for us... Goddamn, you're stronger than you look..." He begins to walk off, and it's obvious that I hurt him by his gate... Even though he seems to be trying to hide it. I can't help but let out a giggle from seeing the sight.

As he leaves, I realize that it's probably the best time to relieve myself, so I quickly take the bucket behind the curtain and use it for its purposes. Once I finished, I dumped my fecal matter out the porthole with disgust. Home, of course, wasn't advanced, but I found this disgusting.

I set the bucket down at about the same time that James walks back down; his arms filled with various foods, two goblets, and three bottles of various alcoholic nature.

"Here we are. And you better find the common courtesy to never harm me again." He sits next to me and stares.

"What?"

"... Nothing."

"So staring at me is nothing? Is there something on my face?"

"No. You just... Never mind."

"No! Tell me!"

He laughs at my persistence before continuing his speech with his seemingly permanent scowl,"I... Just was admiring you." He says it with hesitation, but I figure that it's the best answer I can get from him.

"May we eat now?"

"Of course. You must be hungry" He said as he dished us both equal shares of food, "And what might the young lass wish to drink?"

"Er... The weakest drink you have?"

"But Ellie! It's no fun unless you're a bit tipsy..."

"What might you imply as 'it'?"

"Hahaha! I think you know exactly what I mean."

"NO! I just got on this damned ship that's taking me to heaven know's where! I don't know anything about you! What makes you think I'd dare even let you touch me?!"

"Psh. Fine. Have some white wine, it's the weakest I brought down with me." He says as he begins to drink straight from a giant whiskey bottle.

I eat, watching him, wondering what event in his life has made him numb his senses with booze? As I look at him, I can see sorrow in his eyes, a longing for something. It couldn't just be sex, it had to be something more. Something that has haunted him for the majority of his life.