After a few hours, she forced herself to get up from the floor, her eyes hurt from all of the sobbing she had done, and she wanted to sleep again, but she was hungry and she knew very well she wasn't planning to die from hunger either, in fact she didn't want to die at all. Sighing, she moved toward the chest he had spoken about, and opened it. She had to make due with her situation, but she couldn't help but wonder why the man was so kind. It didn't make sense to her; all of the pirates she had met in the past were rude and disgusting, he seemed like quite the opposite.
Looking at what was before her, she wondered where her clothes were in this chest. She found several pretty dresses, but she wanted her dress. Had he thrown them away? Picking up a turquoise dress with a white corset, she sighed; this would have to do. Undressing quickly, she threw the dress on in a speed just as fast as she had removed her clothes, in fear that someone may come into the room while she was changing. She threw the shirt she had been wearing on top of the chest, and found her pair of shoes right beside it; she was thankful she at least still had her shoes.
Opening the door slowly, and peeking outside, she saw that the men were still working; they hadn't noticed her yet. As she fully opened the door and left the room, they soon did, and she could feel their gaze upon her. She looked around the deck for the man; she assumed he was the captain of the ship after he had commanded everyone to go back to work.
Turning around and looking above the room she had left, she found the man standing on the elevated deck, talking to another man. The young girl moved toward the staircase and then climbed it, trying to ignore all of the men's stares. As she approached the assumed captain and the man he was talking to, they both stopped talking and looked at her; the captain grinned.
"Ah, ma petite chatte, you've come out! How are you feeling, eh?" He asked as the other man left his side.
"Better, I suppose."
"Ça c'est bon." He smiled as he approached her, and she didn't back away. Seychelles knew very well that she was going to be trapped on this ship until they came to another port. She knew very well that she didn't trust him one bit, he was a pirate after all, but she would have to believe in him and try to trust him for now. The captain wrapped his hands around her waist again and chuckled, "Are you hungry?"
Seychelles nodded and the man released her and starting walking, "I will ask the chef to cook us some food."
Following, Seychelles found herself in the kitchen where a tall man was cooking. "Feliciano!"
"Yes, captain?"
"How is the food progressing?"
"It's almost done!"
"Wonderful, once it's done, bring the food to my quarters and then afterwards serve the men, alright?"
"Alright!" said the man, as Seychelles and the captain left, she could hear the man singing in Italian behind her.
As they moved back into the captain's quarters Seychelles sighed in relief, she had never had so many eyes on her in her entire life, and it felt incredibly uncomfortable. Turning around she looked at the man who was staring at her. Feeling the blood rush up to her face, she looked down, unsure of what to do as the man approached her again and touched her face.
"What is your name, ma chérie?"
Looking up, the young girl stared at the blonde man and answered quietly, "Seychelles."
"Ah, such a beautiful name!" He said, playing with a strand of her hair.
"Merci, capt-"
"Non, non, non, s'il vous plait, call me Francis. Francis Bonnefoy."
"Oui, mons-, excuse me, er, Francis." She said hesitantly, unsure of how she felt speaking to a pirate on first name basis. The Frenchman smiled gently and patted her on the head, and moved towards his desk to take a seat. Seychelles regarded the man as he stared at all of the maps; she couldn't help but admit he was very handsome, and she was sure that if he hadn't been a pirate she would have gone head over heels for him, but that wasn't the situation. He didn't seem as terrible as she had thought, but he had shot a man, and she wasn't going to forget that memory.
"Monsieu-, um, Francis?"
"Oui, Seychelles?" He answered looking up at her smiling.
"Why did you bring me on this ship?"
"Ça? C'est mon secret." Francis looked back down at the map and continued working.
"Pourquoi?"
"Parce qu'il est mon secret."
Stupefied, Seychelles moved toward the bed and sat down, unsure of what to do now that she had asked and hadn't received an answer. She didn't feel threatened or scared of the man as much as she had thought she would have been either.
A few minutes passed as Seychelles twiddled her thumbs in silence, until she heard a knocking on the door. The Frenchman told the person to come in, and it was the chef carrying two dishes of food. The man was grinning from ear to ear at Seychelles and the girl couldn't help but smile back; he seemed very kind and friendly just by appearance as he placed the food on the table where Francis was working.
He turned to the Frenchman, "Whose the lucky lady, captain?"
Seychelles felt her face turn red in embarrassment, and the captain, seeing this laughed and leaned on one arm, "This is ma petite chatte, Seychelles."
"Hello, Seychelles! The name's Feliciano Vargas! If you ever need anything please feel free to ask!" Feliciano said cheerfully as he grabbed Seychelles's hand and kissed it. Blushing profusely, Seychelles thanked him and said he could do the same. As Feliciano left the room, Seychelles stared after him in awe as he left and closed the door after himself; was he really a pirate? She had always thought pirates were uncivilized but then she had just met Francis and Feliciano, and although they were pirates they acted completely like gentlemen; it didn't make sense to her at all.
Looking back at the blonde Frenchman, she realized he was inspecting her, "Qu'est-ce qui se passe?"
"Nothing… Pourquoi?"
Francis shrugged and then picked up both of the plates of food and brought them towards the bed where she was sitting, "Here, you should eat."
Taking the food, she started to eat slowly; it was surprisingly delicious.
"Is it good?"
The girl nodded at his question, and the man smiled in relief, and soon after began to eat along side her. He made idle conversation with her as they ate, asking about family and friends, and why she had been working at the salon, and she answered all of these much to her surprise; he was very easy to talk to. After dinner and as the night approached, Seychelles yawned; she wanted to sleep. She knew very well, she didn't want to sleep in the Frenchman's bed again, especially since there was the possibility he might be in the bed, but perhaps she could find another room to sleep in? Rising from her seat and approaching the captain of the ship who was sitting at the desk, she asked where she would be sleeping. The blonde man looked at her in half-shock, half-amusement,
"Well of course here," he pointed to the bed where she had been sitting, "Where else would you sleep?"
"Isn't there any other place I could sleep?"
"Not unless you wanted to sleep with the rest of the men. Sesel, I think it's best you sleep in this room chez moi."
Sesel? The young girl had never heard that nickname before; it sounded cute, but they barely knew each other to be using nicknames.
"Mais, where will you sleep?" She asked; it wasn't that she was concerned for the man, but more for herself. Pointing back at the bed again he said, "Je dormirai avec vous."
"Pardon?" Seychelles asked confused and feeling slightly anxious, "Dans le meme lit?"
"Bien sûr, ma chérie!" He chuckled looking at her and grinning, "Where else am I supposed to sleep? On the floor?"
"I can sleep on the floor…" She volunteered, and the Frenchman looked at her in shock and slight anger; his eyebrows furrowed and he frowned, "I have never had a woman sleep on the floor in my company, you will sleep on the bed."
Frightened a bit by the man she nodded and went back to the bed and sat down, twiddling her thumbs again. Francis looked at her and smiled, "You should get changed, ma petite chatte, you look exhausted."
She sighed, "I'm fine, I'll sleep in what I have on."
"You most certainly will not!" As Seychelles heard this, she grumbled to herself; he sounded like a semi-controlling person.
Without thinking she put her hands on her hips and retorted, "And if I don't? What are you going to do about it?"
Francis looked up from his work, and rose from his seat, moving towards her, "Si ma petite chatte ne veut pas changer, je la changera ses vêtements. Qu'est-ce que tu penses à ça?" [If my little cat doesn't want to change, I will change her clothes. What do you think of that?]
Blushing again, she glared at the man half slightly in fear and in annoyance, "I will change myself. Could you leave when I change?"
"Of course not!" He chuckled, "I am captain of this ship and these are my quarters, you will change even if I am in the room."
Her face, which was still red, turned a darker shade of red; she had never changed in front of a man before. In fact, it made her feel very uncomfortable just thinking of the idea. Frowning, she moved away from the man and moved toward the chest where she had placed the shirt she had been wearing when she had woken up, and picked it up.
"Est-ce que vous voulez que je porte ce vêtement, monsieur?" Seychelles asked mockingly, and she could see that the man was getting irritated but was laughing at the same time. [Is it that you would like that I wear this clothing, monsieur?]
"Je veux que tu ne portes pas rien, mais je doute que tu veut ça." [I would like that you wear nothing, but I doubt that you want that.]
Seychelles frowned and turned around so the front of her body wouldn't show, she realized the man was going to watch her either way so she would have to attempt to hide as much as she could. Removing her clothes as fast as she could and then replacing them with the shirt, she sighed; this was just as painful as cleaning a wound she thought to herself. As she was turning around, she felt two hands wrap around her waist, and she gasped and then frowned; this man was no better than any other pirate when it came down to dealing with women. She could feel her heart beating rapidly as she felt the man's body pressed onto her own; only the shirt covering her small body. She tried turning around to stare at the man, but his grip was tight.
"What are you doing?" She asked, trying to wriggle free from his clutch feeling a part of herself becoming lustful just from his touch, she looked down as she felt the man move one of his hands up from her waist and touch one of her breasts. Embarrassed by not only the fact that he had touched her, but also because she had somewhat enjoyed it, she tried to turn around to slap the man, but he was much stronger than she was. As he let go of her, she scowled and glared at him; he laughed.
"That was uncalled for!"
He continued to laugh and then moved away back to his seat where he started to work again, "You may look somewhat young, but you certainly are a woman…"
Blushing at this, Seychelles glared yet again, but gave up, and then got into the bed laying down on the edge. She closed her eyes and then opened them again, realizing that the captain had blown out all of the lights in the room. Feeling a large amount of weight touch the bed she scooted closer to the edge of the bed, and she could hear the man laugh, "You're going to fall of this bed, you know?"
She soon felt a hand pull her closer to the middle of the bed, and her body tensed, as he didn't remove his hand. Trying to move away from him, he removed his hand from her body, and she scooted a little away so that he would not touch her. Soon after she dozed off to sleep.
Well, I hope everyone enjoyed this chapitre! I have a couple of ideas of where I'm going to go with this story, but as of now, I'm still deciding which path to take for it, haha. Please continue to read and review this story!