Swaying back in forth everything was swaying. In an almost lulling sense to the sleeping blond on the floor. Emily's sky blue eyes opened slowly to see a lot of brown and swaying. "Dam it all to hell why is everything fucking swaying" she mumbled attempting to pull her self up only to fall back on the floor due to a mixture of lack of balance from all the movement around her and lack of strength from all the alcohol she had consumed last night. Coupled with the intense migraine the young female deiced it was best to lay here for a few more minutes, if not just to let the hangover induced headache subside some what. After several moments she tried again this time succeeding in pulling her self in a sitting position. With a better view of the place she relized, this was not her cabin. Sure everything was wood like the cabin but there was no room like this there. The walls were decorated with swords, and maps. Against one wall was a tall elegantly designed wardrobe, possibly holding coats and god knows what else. On the farthest side of the wardrobe from her sitting spot. Emily's bright sky blue eyes spotted a gold and red chest, it was valiantly designed and was just asking to be opened by her skillfully devious hands. Crawling her way toward the obvious treasure chest. Emily grinned 'Might as well open it' Her fingers twitched in anticipation as picked up the padlock holding it together, and keeping her from seeing the treasures within. Examining the lock on all sides with her left hand as she dug threw her shorts pocket with her right, pulling out something wrapped in brown cow skin hide. Unwrapping it with the same hand she pulled it out of her pocket with to revel sets of pins and sharp objects. Looking down at her tools she grabbed a set of straight pins from there minute pocket and began to work on the padlock with meticulous precision. So into her work Emily had taken no notice of the sound of boots or the door until she felt something sharp against her back just has the sound of the padlock clicked open. "Fucking cat shit" she muttered under her breath. "Now is that anyway for a lady to talk" a rough yet familiar voice rhetorically asked. "What kind of man puts a sharp object at a lady's back" Emily shot back. The male avoided her question. "Stand wench!" Emily sighed while slowly pulling herself up muttering obscenities toward men under her breath. Really they all were just so annoying think they ruled the world. Well at lest to Emily they were. Without warning her hands were roughly grabbed and somehow very quickly tied behind her back. Even though she was certain the object never left her back. "Now we will walk to the brink poppet." The man stated in full authority. "Could you at lest ask my name or did chivalry actually die like everyone says" Emily mouthed off while trying to place the voice. She figured if she could get him to talk more maybe her mind could place it. "Pirates and chivalry don't go hand and hand scaly wag" The familiar sounding man answered. 'Pirates' Emily mulled over in her head 'did they still exist.' After all she could have sworn one of England's royalty had put some kind of band on them awhile back. If they still did how in Gods graceful name did she end up on a pirate ship. Her eyes turned to the size of saucers when they reached the open air. She was on a fully active pirate ship in the middle of the day. "What the Sam blazin' hill?" She drawled catching the attention of several men as they passed by to the other side of the boat threw a door. As the door shut Emily tried to look back only to have what she realized was a sword pushed harder into her back. "You have an odd way of speech" the male noted. Emily figured he wanted no response but gave one anyways. "Yeah well I could say the same about you buddy. Don't you ever get tired of speaking that way?" They had reached what appeared to be a small prison. The door was guarded by a sleeping man. With a bottle of what Emily assumed was alcohol in his right hand. The male behind her kicked the sleeping man out of his chair with his tall red boot. When Emily saw the height of the heel on the boot her first though was short. The man behind her was short. Probably not as short as Napoleon due to where the sword was on her back and how comfortably it seemed to fit there angle wise at lest, after all a sword against ones back was about as comfortable as a gun against ones back, either way your most likely going to get hurt. The man who was sleeping woke with a start "Captain I'm terribly sorry about this didn't mean to falls to sleep on the job" He rambled. Emily noted his age was probably in his late sixties judge by the full white beard and wrinkles on his skin. He was also thin one could even say bony. As he fumbled with the key opening the cell door as commanded Emily wondered what such an old man was down here for and not at home watching his grandchildren grow up. Pulled out of her musings by a sharp push into the cell and a hard landing on its dirty wood floor. Emily wondered for the second time how she ended up here. After all the only thing she did last night after stealing that ruby heart shaped pendent necklace was drink in her cabin till she passed out. "Now you will tell me what you were doing with my treasure chest poppet?" She snorted towards his question and answered with a smile, slowly truing her head toward the man. "What did it look like I was doing c-" Emily's brain froze as she finally saw who the male was. She blinked several times. It was England …. She was on England's ship. Looking the male over a few times to make sure Emily still couldn't believe it but it was defiantly him though he look slightly younger. The man had his beautiful light green eyes. His bright blond hair though it was slightly dirty most likely due to not bathing in awhile. Minus the boots he was definitely the same height as England. He even had England eyebrows. "A…Arthur?" She stammered. It had really been awhile since she had seen him face to face. Last time she had was during the negations that lead to The Treaty of Ghent. Emily was sure after that he'd always hate her then. For a second this England looked slightly shocked, but after a small moment his face hardened. "How do you know my name?" The question was deftly a loaded one. Though Emily still in a state of shock didn't notice, so she answered "You don't notice me at all?" Haughtily Arthur looked down at her. "Never seen you before in my life… Now answer my pervious question and don't make me repeat my self" The last part of his statement seemed to growl out of his mouth. Emily's thought's halted and a since of defiance swelled up inside her. Who was he to order he around she was a independent nation after all. She fought for her freedom and no one was going to tell her what in Sam hill glory she was going do. "Hm I didn't realize you were blind ya cocksucker" Just as the words left her mouth a gasp sprang from the old man who had been sitting down outside the cell, and in those five seconds it took for the gasp to happen Emily found herself slammed up against the cold wooden wall. Even threw the pain of Arthur's hand roughly pining her to the wall and the tip of his sword pressing dangerously under her chin. Emily kept the defiant look in her eyes causing a stare down between the two blonds. After a moment or two he let her go and quickly walked out the cell door which was securely locked. Leaving Emily all alone studded on the cell floor. With only one thought passing threw her mind. 'Did he just smile.'

Captain Arthur Kirkland was dam proud to say he was the best pirate to ever sail the seven seas. No matter how mean of a mistress the sea could be in his mind he had her conquered. No matter what Arthur always got what he wanted, be it treasure, goods, cities, or women. To Arthur they all belonged to him or would soon belong to him had they caught his interest. The new prisoner had done just that. Not only had she miraculously gotten on his ship with out any of his men noticing, but she had gotten to his study and successfully opened his treasure chest. The short blond was also very defiant and seeming unrelenting as the sea and this made Arthur want to tame her and own her more then anything else. As he passed threw the halls in a quickened pace. The smirk that had started to form on his face from the stare down with the obviously young female had yet to dissipate. Causing all of his crewmen to keep a far enough distance from him. This made his smirk even bigger after all he really wanted to be left alone with his thoughts there were some things to think over before he could reel the girl in after all.

Arthur stepped back into his study and closed the door securely behind him. Walking up toward his treasure chest he bent down to pick up the odd looking cloth like thing that held various objects similar to the ones she had used to opened the padlock on his chest. Examining the brown and odd feeling cloth Arthur found nothing special about it. He threw it on his study and sat down, folding his hand in front of himself and began to think.

England hadn't realized he had fallen asleep but he was currently opening his eyes to a dark room only light by the moon light and anxious sounding knocks at his study door. "Come in" He grunted praying for the poor soul on the other side that was important. He really wasn't in the mood to deal with nonsense at the moment. "Aye Captain sir" a big brown haired scruffy man known by the name Jack. Arthur blankly started at him urging him to spill the beans already and promising punishment if it wasn't worth his time." Well Cap'n its like this… see the prisoner got out." At this Arthur slowly stood up. Putting his hands slowly on the desk and slowly leaned forward. "And..?"

"Well we can't get her back in her cell sir"

Emily Jones had made her fair share of dumb moves up to this point in her life, but to say any of them held her back from moving forward would be a lie. Expect for now she had known they were at sea. Which meant no land for miles and while she knew how to swim and was sure she couldn't drown to death, if she had happened to lose conciseness before reaching land, Emily still wasn't sure if she should jump. Really it shouldn't have been a hard decision but alas it was. Why Emily had no clue. Not that she really care she just wanted some way to get the hell awake. After all she had to be dreaming unless of chorus Arthur was playing a trick on her. That thought was intently dismissed England wasn't one to play tricks plus he hated her. This man didn't even know her and couldn't be England. Looking over the ledge weighing her options one last time. She heard the sound of footsteps behind her. She quickly turned around holding the sword out in front of her ready to cut anyone that was coming up those stairs. After a mere second she saw the Captain heading toward her. "Stay back" She stated at this the Arthur look alike slightly grinned. "Do you know how to use that poppet?" He asked amusement clear in his voice and he kept slowly walking towards her. "First off I said stay back." Even though she said this he began to walk towards her right forcing her to flow him with the sword and her whole body. "Second my name is poppet or anything else you seem so keen to call me and third of choruses I fucking do." She growled. Once he reached the railing she was holding on to he stopped right in front of the sword

"So then what shall I call you?"

"Emily"

"Would you happen to have a last name?"

"Of course I do" She blurted regretting it insistently. Arthur just smiled and asked "Well what is it" On the inside Emily panicked it felt wrong to tell him her real last name. Like if he knew it he'd have full control over her or something. So she quickly searched her memory for a last name to use. "Smith.. Emily Smith" She calmly stated. When he seemed to believe her she let out a inner sigh in her mind. She was happy she remembered the name John Smith at that moment, though who exactly is was wasn't clicking.

"You know Miss. Smith no one has ever opened my treasure chest before. Not even I know exactly what's in it." He touched the tip of the sword with his gloved finger tip. Slowly moving it to the side and walking closer toward her. "What kind of witchcraft did you use I wonder" Emily scoffed "I don't believe in magic mister its all cheap parlor tricks and fantasy of lonely minds. I would never use such things." Arthur nodded. "well then I insist you come to my study and show me what you did." Emily's eyes narrowed the normally bright sky blue darkening in suspicion. "Fine but don't try anything." With this she slowly fallowed him not letting down the sword in her hand.