Crap! I am so sorry for not updating in forever everybody. My life has been a little crazy lately with family shit and work, but don't worry! School started like 3 weeks ago and I'm still trying to get a good rhythm down and stuff. Backwards logic for everyone else, but my mind is weird. I also recently got a bf, so I've been spending time with him. I'm kinda rambling now, so how 'bout we get on with the chapter you guys have been waiting for?! Oh, btw, I might be changing the rating for this story to M. I probably will, but I haven't made up my mind yet. Let me know if you want me too or not.
Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize.
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Previously:
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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I heard the bolt slam on the other side of the door just as I got my bearings.
"Couldn't you've at least untied my hands and feet?" I called helplessly, hoping there was someone on the other side of the door. I heard no reply, only the soft patter of boots on the deck above. 'Guess I got to find my own way out…' I thought, looking around the room. The only thing I could possibly use is a dull dagger. Like that'd do me any good. If I had anything to sharpen it with, it would help, but I don't, so I can't.
I sat down on the edge of the bed, well, sat isn't really the right word, more like teetered on the edge. Anyways, I am now on the edge of the bed, thinking about how I got in this situation.
If only I had been paying attention, then I would either be back on my ship laughing and joking with the crew, or in this same position. Maybe if I hadn't been so confidant in the crew…no Bella. I don't have time for the ifs in life; you can't live in the past.
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Later That Same Day
I have been lying here for the past several hours. I think it's been hours, it's kinda hard to tell when you're bored to death. I had counted every foot step I heard until I lost count at 1,084. I rolled over and tried to fall asleep multiple times, but seeing as my hands and feet were still tied, it made sleeping a little difficult.
"Knock knock," a voice said from the other side of the door.
"Who's there?"
"Who cares? I've brought ya food," the voice said as I heard the bolt slid back. The door opened and a handsome guy with curly brown hair stepped in the room. He was carrying a platter with fruit, veggies and pork on it. In his other hand he had a bottle of something; I couldn't tell what it was. I couldn't tell anything else about him, other than his muscles, I was too concerned about the food. He set the platter down on the table across the room then went to sit in the same chair the captain had sat in.
I looked from the food to the man, then back to the food and back again. It was still extremely hard to move, seeing as I was still tied up. I don't think he noticed my dilemma, as he just sat there smiling.
"Think you could help me here? I'm a little tied up at the moment'" I said, kicking my legs towards him so he would understand.
"Oh! That might help." He got up off the chair to untie my hands and feet. As the rope fell from my wrists I noticed they were red. I could see little bits of dried blood on the ropes and became queasy. You'd think a pirate would be used to blood, but no. If I see it or smell it I pass out.
I lay back on the bed for a few more seconds for the blood to get back to my brain. I was finally able to walk over to the table and sit down across from the man. He was still staring at me with that curious-in-a-really-creepy-sorta-way.
I cautiously reached my hand out for one of the apples I saw on the plate. It looked nice and juicy. I picked up then brought it to my mouth. "Before I take a bite of this apple, I want to know your name."
"Emmett McCarty Cullen at your service ma'am," he said, tipping an invisible hat. He seems like a good guy, but we'll see. I finally took a bite of the apple and let me tell ya, after several days without food, just one bite of apple feels like paradise. I couldn't help the little moan of pleasure that escaped me as I took another bite. Emmett's smile seemed to grow as he heard this, then even more so when he saw me blushing. I'll admit, I was embarrassed, no one has ever heard me make a noise like that before.
I soon finished off the plate of food with Emmett staring at me the whole time. It was weird at first but then I became a little preoccupied with the food to notice. I pushed the plate away, so full that I couldn't even move my torso. "Ugghhhh…my tummy hurts," I whined, attempting to roll onto the floor and over to the bed so that I could lie down and just drift off to sleep. I'm sleepy just thinking about it.
"Did ya want some help with that?" Emmett asked, still sitting on the chair.
"Nope, I'm good."
"Well that's too bad, 'cause I'm gonna help ya anyway." He picked me up like I was a feather and placed me gently in the centre of the bed. I didn't even have a chance to say 'thank yo' before I drifted off to sleep to the gentle rocking of the ship.
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So, how was it? It seemed slightly rushed to tom, but I will forever be fixing little problems if given the chance. Spelling and grammar errors are not my fault but I try to fix 'em. I shall fix them though if you see one and tell me. Laters!
~Bree
