Here's the next chapter everybody! Sorry it so long to get out.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything you may recognize.

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I was tangled in the ropes, twirling my necklace in my hands. A fight was brawling beneath me, but no one noticed me, silently sitting, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. I was the best fighter on the Black Voyage. I had been trained since I can remember.

My first day on the ship was, frustrating, to say the least. Imagine being 5 years old, waking up on a strange ship and not recognizing anyone. You can't remember anything and people are whispering about you whenever you walk out of a room. Now you know how I felt every single day for a week.

That was years ago though. I am now seventeen years old and surprisingly stubborn. Nobody could tell me what to do and I took crap from no one. Maybe that's how I became first mate on the ship.

Sure, some people may call us pirates, but I prefer to think of us as taking what is unneeded from the wealthy. They don't need it, they're just going to furnish their big fancy houses and buy even more stuff they don't need. I doubt they even know what half the stuff is actually used for.

Take that golden idol over there. The rich bastards probably don't know that that idol is used to protect thieves from injury and slavery. Ironic since we now have it.

I looked down once more, seeing that we were still winning the fight. The Midnight Sun didn't stand a chance against us. They had no outstanding fighters on their crew and their ship was in horrible disrepair. I didn't think I would be needed in this fight, so I leaned back to rest. I didn't however, feel the rough wood of the mast behind me, instead feeling a very muscled chest and ice cold arms that wrapped around me.

"Lookie what we have here boys," a velvety voice said quietly.

(I almost left it there, but figured I should give you a longer chapter.)

I knew it was useless to fight the hold he had me in. He tied my arms behind my back, making sure I couldn't untie it and escape. He also tied my feet together so that I couldn't run away. Well there goes my plan.

He threw me over his shoulder cave-man style and started to make his was down to the deck below.

As his feet touched the deck, all the fighting stopped.

"Hey guys," I said, trying to move my hair out of my face. I looked around because it felt like someone was missing. "Where's Jeremy?"

Dylan stepped forward, a somber look on his face. "Jeremy's dead, Bells. You're the captain."

"No," I said, unbelieving. I turned to my captor, who still had me slung over his shoulder. I elbowed him in the shoulder to get his attention. "Did ya hear that? I'm the captain of this here ship. I'll tell you what, you get me if the entire crew goes free." He seemed to think about that for a few minutes.

"Agreed."

"Dylan, you're in charge until I get back. I'll be on the island." The island was a little speck of land in the middle of nowhere. We had placed our headquarters there and it was where we kept the loot.

"Time to go," the velvety voice said. As he was walking away, I turned my head back to the crew. I gave them an encouraging smile and a wink before we turned a corner and I could no longer see them.

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He had blindfolded me as soon as we were on the Midnight Sun. I guess he thought that would stop me from knowing my surroundings. I counted the number of steps he took, was able to feel the temperature differences from the sun and the shade, and could smell food in one of the rooms we passed.

He finally stopped in one of the coldest rooms we had been in. He took off the blindfold and let me look around this room.

'Must be his bedchamber, unless he gives all his captives a king-sized bed with fresh linens. It is a nice bed though…WAIT! His bedchamber? Does he want me to become his sex slave or something like that?'

I looked over at him for the first time. He was sitting in a chair on the other side of the room, watching my every move. He was ghostly pale with a striking shade of bronzy-coloured hair. The thing I noticed most about him though was his eyes. A dark topaz colour, almost an ochre shade. His chiseled jaw line and broad shoulders made him look positively gorgeous. His was the most handsome man I had ever seen.

His eyes locked on mine for just a minute before he quickly got up and left the room without a word. I was speechless.

The most handsome man on the entire planet kidnapped me for reasons unknown to me at this time. Just my luck.

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Sorry if this chapter seems a little rushed or confusing, still have writers block, but I wanted to get another chapter out. Any ideas are welcomed. Beta is still needed, so if anyone wants to…

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