Yawning, Seychelles turned to her side and slowly opened her eyes to find that she was no longer in the salon. She looked at where she was lying down and realized she was in a bed, except not her bed; in fact she didn't even know where she was. Pushing herself up from her lying position, she stared at the room she was in; it was all wood, and across the room was a table cluttered with papers and books, and beside it was a window.
Getting up from the bed, which once she had taken a better look at it, realized it was absolutely stunning with it's canopy, she looked down at herself. Her clothes had been changed and she was wearing nothing except for a man's shirt; it came just above her knees. She shivered, it was colder than she had expected and she wanted to get back into the bed where she knew it would be warm and soft. Moving across the room bare footed, she went to towards the window, where she saw a bunch of men moving around working.
Confused and still tired, the girl slowly felt herself becoming queasy, but not to the point where she was going to vomit. She wanted to go out and see where she was but she didn't feel comfortable going out of the room with just a shirt on. She didn't understand anything at all; how did she get here? Why wasn't she still in the salon? Who had changed her clothes? All she remembered was that some pirate had shot another man and that she had tripped in all of the chaos and that was it.
She moved toward the bed again and sat down quietly, she could hear strange creaking sounds all around her and it sounded like she was near the sea or something of the sort, because she could hear the sound of the waves crashing. Curious, she looked at the desk and moved toward it again; maybe she could understand where she was from what was on the desk. As she regarded it, she found several colorful maps and a compass on the center of the desk, and around it several books and loose paper. Whoever lived in this room was clearly a tad unorganized. As she was about to touch one of the maps that were opened on the table, she heard the door open. Looking up, she found to her horror it was the handsome man who had caused all of the trouble in the salon. His clothes were just as clean and proper as before, and he looked nothing like a pirate, but Seychelles knew that wasn't the case at all. The tall man smiled at her, and Seychelles continued to stare without smiling; she was horrified and she could feel her heart pounding in fear of what would happen to her.
"I see ma petite chatte, has woken up. Did you sleep well?" He asked in his low and seductive voice, chuckling as he approached her. Seychelles looked around herself for something to defend herself with as she backed away, but saw nothing she could use. Gathering as much courage as she could, she tried to keep her voice from shaking, "Where am I?"
"Where are you? Well, you are in my quarters currently." He answered moving closer to her as she kept backing away. She felt herself hit the wall behind her and she knew she was trapped.
"Why am I here? I need to go back to the salon…" her heart was pounding even harder as she saw the man just inches before her now. He chuckled again, and touched her cheek softly with his hand; Seychelles closed her eyes in fear, "I'm afraid it's impossible to go back to the salon, ma chérie…"
Opening her eyes she stared at him in confusion, waiting for him to continue, "You see, we are currently about a day away from the port. It's impossible for us to go back now."
"What are you talking about?" She said underneath her breath, as she felt the man's hand move slowly down her arm and then found its place around her waist. "We're on land, aren't we?" She tried removing his hand but he had placed both around her now, and had closed the gap between their bodies; she could feel the warmth of his body moving to her's, and she felt her face become hot. He gave a loud laugh as the girl tried wriggling free from him, "Of course not, we're on the sea!" As she heard these words, her eyes widened; this couldn't be happening to her.
"No! It's not true!" She screamed at him and his eyes widened. Fighting to get out of his hands she ran toward the door and opened it, looking out at what was before her; she was on a boat, this was happening. All of the men on the boat stopped their work as they stared at the petite girl of twenty years, she could hear whistling and hollers from some of the men. Feeling two arms wrap around her waist again from behind, she felt a head touch her shoulder, "Now you've done it." The tall pirate sighed, "You've excited all of my men now…."
Frightened more by the men outside of the room she allowed him to grab her from behind and hold her close. She looked up to find him staring at the men with a serious face, "What are you staring at? Get back to work!" All of the men quickly started working again and she felt the man start to move backwards moving her along with him and once they were back in the room, he let go of her and closed the door again. Feeling her legs fail their purpose, she fell to the ground and felt tears start to swell up; she was petrified.
"Don't cry, ma petite chatte. I honestly don't bite, nor do my men once you get to know them." The man said kneeling to the ground, trying to wipe away the tears, but Seychelles jerked her head away before he could touch her; he sighed and stood up. "It doesn't look pretty on a girl to cry."
Continuing to look down she heard him move toward the door and then stop, "When you feel ready, your clothes are in the chest over there. Please come out on the deck when you feel ready, ma chérie." As Seychelles heard this she continued to stare at the ground until she heard the door close, and she knew he was gone.
Well, ta da! That was chapitre 3! What did you guys think! I'm sorry if this story is moving terribly but please bear with me as said before! I have a surprise in store for many of you who enjoyed Our Sadistic Love in this story! No, it's not a one shot, but it's another main character who will be showing up eventually! Need a hint? I'll give you a name: Arthur Kirkland. :)
Please review though! If I don't get many reviews, I usually assume the story is a no-go, and I drop it!