Cizzi-B : yes…not your usual Stefan, huh?
Tina: Me! Oh my dios, it was awesome! I liked the part between Syrena and Philip. Think they remind you of Elena and Stefan? Hint!
Shay: Yeah, too bad pirates aren't like this in real life, huh? ):
Nightgirl25: Yeah, and there will be more to come :D
P: Damon is already pretty cool. Now it's just the matter about finding how he is like as a pirate…
Guys, I'm really happy about the reviews I'm getting :D Thanks for reading this story AND reviewing, you guys rock. Now if you could do this for every chapter…. I may give much more Bamon interaction than I originally intended, heehee.
Most of this story SHOULD be done in Damon's POV…I'm still thinking about it though :D
Disclaimer: All characters( except Jem) belong to LJ Smith. The Tia Dalma character comes from Pirates of the Caribbean. I may include some ideas and references from the movie I also apologize if my information about pirates is incorrect. I did some research on them but isn't sure if they are reliable. So just pretend they are, yes?
I know. I suck.
I'm sorry I didn't write so long, but don't kill me before this story is over, at least. *winks*
Sorry if the characters are a little OOC. I really tried to remain loyal to their true personalities.
I'm open to any kind of ideas and suggestions, and if you want to give me some constructive criticism, do it .
I woke up with a pounding headache.
What was it that had caused this? I wondered, trying and failing to sit up. A hangover? Too much whisky? And I thought I could hold my liquor.
Then, as I struggled to sit up, I realized something was amiss.
Like the fact that I was tied up. My hands had been pulled over my knees and secured to my legs. It was impossible to even move in this position, let alone think about escaping.
Curses, this wasn't going to be easy. Not that I hadn't been in this situation before. But first, let's get down to the business of finding an escape route.
I scanned my surroundings. I could make out that I was in a very small room, with no windows and a single door that I was sure was bound to be locked. The entire room was made of wood. It would be extremely convenient if a fire broke out.
I wasn't clear how long my captors were planning to keep me here, or who my captors even were. I seemed to have no recollection of what had went on before this.
Still, I tried to remember. Since I had nothing better to do.
I leaned against the wooden wall, forcing myself to focus on what had happened that led to my capture. Did I offend someone again? I won't be surprised. I offended many in my lifetime, but usually none of them ever had the guts to kidnap me because of it. So it should be another thing, then. Have I stolen anything from anyone, then? My lips twitched into a self satisfactory grin as I recalled how we had just sunk a ship belonging to some English pirates and had taken the loot. Wait, if I remembered, it was a red pennant, fight to the death, no prisoners taken. We had beaten them, and it was every man to Davy Jones' locker… so none of them should have survived. And as far as I know, the ship was sitting on the seabed somewhere in the middle of the Caribbean. And I was pretty sure I was on a ship now, because of the rocking. Also, I wasn't feeling the slightest bit dizzy, which I was usually was after spending too much time on land. It was a weird effect some pirates had. Some of us spent so much time on sea that we got seasick if we spent too much time on land. Or maybe my head was pounding too much to feel the dizziness. Honestly, I couldn't tell which was worst, the headache or the dizziness.
Did I mention that it was unusually quiet?
I struggled to sit upright, almost falling back on my back like an upended turtle. This was extremely embarrassing. I hoped I could at least regain a dignified position before anyone came to check on me. I was sure someone would come eventually. They wouldn't go to all the trouble to tie me up and leave me here with a guard at the door. There was a guard. There were constant shadows from the gap under the door, meaning someone was standing outside.
Then it wasn't so quiet anymore. I could hear the sound of boots making its way closer to the cabin where I was imprisoned in, and the soft murmur of voices. In two minutes, some imposing figure would throw open the door and strut in with a smirk on his face. At least, that always was the case when I was kidnapped. Yes, it wasn't my first time. And each time I always managed to steal away on the jolly boat and make my way off into the sunset before anyone even noticed something was amiss.
The door opened with a bang.
I blinked against the sunlight that spilled into my room, creating the silhouette around the person who was standing in the doorway. Smirking, he was, but imposing, he was not. I had seen worst. One had involved a fat pirate so huge he could barely squeeze through the door and so tall he had to stoop to get in.
This man was of average height, with longish blonde hair and blue eyes. I would say he was good looking, but not when I was in the same room as he. For a pirate, he looked quite good natured. But I had learned the hard way not to trust anyone based on looks.
Like, Bonnie.
"Hello, Damon Salvatore," the man said, with what he probably thought was an imposing smirk as he stared down at me. I realized that I was still in my lying flat on my back, in my turtle like position.
"Yeah, hi," I said from the floor.
"Never thought I would see the day when you will be lying on the floor at my feet," he commented.
"Er, yeah, sorry, but do I know you?"
He looked annoyed. "Matthew Honeycutt."
"Your servant sir. I'm Damon Salvatore."
"Yes, yes, I know," he said impatiently. "But do you know who I am?"
"Well, a pirate is me guess."
"Do I look like a ballerina to you? Don't play dumb, Damon. You should know full well who I am."
"No, to tell the truth, I haven't a clue. Care to enlighten me?" I asked coolly, struggling into a somewhat upright position, though my feet were kinda pointing at his face as I perched awkwardly on my back.
His lips twitched as he stared at me in amusement. Apparently, he found this extremely funny. I wondered how he would feel if I suddenly tipped him over on his back and tied him up like that.
"Fine," He walked closely towards me and kneeled down so we were nearly eye to eye. Well, we would have been had I been sitting upright.
"You know Damon," he said in a friendly, casual tone as he pulled me upright, gripping my arm tightly as he propped me on the wall. "I had been observing you for quite a while now. I watched as you escaped Tia Dalma's lair. I looked on as you forced the crew of the English pirate ship onto the plank. I've seen your habits and your daily activities. Well, heard about them anyway. And I would have proudly included you into my crew if you were another kind of person. Unfortunately," his eyes flickered with what seemed like disgust and anger. "You not only like to stick your nose into where it doesn't belong, you like to meddle into other people affairs. Twice, you had ruined my plans. Well, I have no intention for it to happen again."
"Er," I said, blankly. "I'm sorry, but I have never met you in my life, so I have no idea whatsoever as to how I have interfered with your affairs."
"My apologies," the smirk on his face became more pronounced. "Aboard the English pirate ship that you so happily sunk, one of my most valuable sailors was aboard. He was a stowaway, hidden in the magazine (a/n where the crew keeps the gunpowder and ammunition). You see, the ship was carrying some of the most valuable cargo in the world. Worth more than ten kings' ransoms. And you, you blithering fool, sunk the whole lot before I could get my hands on it."
I stared at him, hardly able to believe my ears. So that was it? He had kidnapped me because I had apparently sunk his treasure? He was angry over that? Suddenly, I felt a little insulted. He had led me into thinking he had wanted me for some sinister purpose, trussed me up like a turkey before its slaughter, locked me up in a cabin on some unknown ship, all because he wanted the treasure that my father had stolen. But then, I realized that meant that I could get out of this ship earlier than I thought. After all, my father had practically emptied the ship's cargo of any kind of valuables. Even the weapons and ammunition weren't spared. If that was all in exchange for my release, I will be more than happy to give it.
"You realized that my father took care to take everything worthwhile from the ship right?" I asked, hiding a small, smug smile at what I was sure will be a gratified reaction and plans for my immediate release.
To my surprise, Matthew Honeycutt rolled his eyes impatiently. "My dear man, if I had wanted that treasure so badly I would have made plans to attack your ship. Which, by the way, is now in my possession." He smiled with the air of someone delivering a bombshell.
"WHAT?" I yelled. "But, HOW?"
"Oh, I asked your crew. They were more than happy to let us take over, especially since I told them the captain was dead."
"My father is dead?" I felt myself go a little light headed at the mention of that. My stupid, loyal, blithering fool of a father, was dead?
No.
"No, he's not dead, unfortunately. We didn't have enough time to kill him before we had to leave the dock. But the point is, we are very far from Spain now, and your father has no money, no crew and no ship. It's unlikely that he could catch up with us."
Oh. So he wasn't dead. Not that I didn't know it in the first place. Of course he wasn't dead. That stubborn old man had defied death so many times I'd lost count. How could he die at the hands of a snoozer of a pirate like Matthew Honeycutt? With that, I turned my attention to more urgent thoughts.
"So….my crew just handed the ship over, LIKE THAT?" I bellowed in his face.
He shrugged, his cold eyes nonplussed and uncaring. "I might have threatened them a little."
I had to admit, I felt hurt. Had the crew cared so less for me they had just handed the ship over to Honeycutt? What kind of name was that anyway? It sounded like honey butt. Now, honey isn't a word you would want to associate with his butt. Or anyone's butt for the matter.
"Where are they now?" I managed to ask.
"Somewhere…doing the menial tasks. My crew has taken over the major work, of course. I wouldn't let people who aren't loyal to me handle matters like that." Honeybutt flashed me a bright smile.
"Oh, silly of me not to realize that," I muttered. "And so it is your prisoner I am to be. What are your intentions?"
"Do not pretend any more, Damon Salvatore," Honeybutt dropped his mega watt smile and fixed his steely gaze on me. "You know what I need. I heard you personally led your best men to raid the English ship. You must have found it. The map with the latitudes and longitudes leading to the Garden of the Hesperides. I-"
I made a break for it.
You couldn't have possibly thought that I had just remained there like a fool, pretending to listen to Honeybutt yabbering about some garden or something, could you? I had undid the knots with my hands. It helps when you have very long fingernails. Also, the rope connecting my hands and legs together were the same rope, so I only had to undo that one knot. It was too easy. Now just to get to the boat…
Bracing myself, I burst past my two guards ( two hideously scarred pirates in matching gear, except one wore a red bandanna and the other a blue one. Surprised, they barely had enough time to react before I was sprinting along the deck, looking for the stairs. It was right across another cabin similar to mine. I paid it no heed, and was about to go down the stairs when I heard a voice.
I froze. It was a very familiar voice.
A man's voice…
Stefan's voice.
My heart sank. Stefan was aboard this accursed ship as well? This did not bode well for our escape chances. I nearly considered leaving him behind, but that would certainly condemn him to a horrible death. As I contemplated my choices, I heard the slapping of Honeybutt's boots and the yells from the two Uglies. I knew I had only a few precious seconds to see if I would be caught or had managed to escaped.
In that few seconds, I made up my mind.
I ran towards the cabin door, bracing myself for impact. I had expected it to be locked, but the door was ripped off its hinges when I went barreling at it, which proved that it hadn't.
What I saw shocked me more than the fact that Bonnie was a pirate.
Don't get me wrong, Bonnie had something to do with this too. She has an amazing ability to shock me. Which was why I stopped underestimating her after sometime. She was really an enigma.
Bonnie, the vicious virago, was kneeling in front of my brother and speaking to him in what I suspected was a soothing tone of voice.
It actually sounded like she was comforting him, and for that I was stunned. Stefan had been lying on the floor with all his limbs bound and his face as pale as…well, as something that was white. Bonnie was kneeling over him and murmuring words too soft for me to hear. This was extremely strange, of course. I would not have used the words 'Bonnie' and 'comfort' in the same sentence.
NPOV ( nobody's point of view, hehe. Or narrator's point of view, whichever you want.)
Bonnie rolled her eyes as she heard Damon rammed through the cabin door. That idiot. Did he not think that it was an unwise move on his part? She ignored him though, and focused instead on the terrified person in front of her. She really couldn't blame him for being so frightened. He had seen some seriously weird stuff happened to him when she had forced him onto the ship. The poor guy had been unable to speak for the past half hour since he had awakened. Apparently, Damon had a total wimp for a brother.
She shifted herself awkwardly into a more comfortable position. In a voice much too low for Damon to here, she said, "Stefan, hear me out alright? I removed your gag not for you to tell me I'm a freak okay?" She took a deep breath, barely controlling the emotional tinge in her otherwise even voice. 'Freak' had been a word often associated with her when she was younger, and as a child, she had hated it…She put that thought right out of her mind and focused on Stefan and the mission at hand, which was to convinced her brother not to kill Stefan after Damon had handed over what they wanted. The poor guy was innocent. Blame the fates for having been saddled with a brother that attracted trouble like a light attracts flies. She flashed what she hoped was a welcoming smile at Stefan. "Just tell me what you experienced at Tia Dalma's. This can help me help you, Stefan. And your brother too. Don't you want to save that ass- him?"
Stefan didn't say anything, but his eyes looked as though they were frowning at her for thinking his brother was an asshole.
"It's true, he tore my favorite dress," she said, holding up her hands defensively. Great. Here she was trying to help him and now he thought she was the bad guy. Of course, it was sort of justified since he was tied up and abducted out of his own free will, but still.
"Oh for Pete's sake, don't tell me you are getting all hung up over that," Damon must have snapped out of whatever stupor he had been in, because now he was cautiously approaching her with his trademark smirk on his face. She had heard all about it, of course. He always wore that smirk when he was feeling confident, but she could detect the layer of doubt and worry beneath it. It gave her hope.
Without turning around, she said to the wall above Stefan's head. "Damon, we can do this the hard way, or the easy way. Either you come over here RIGHT NOW and let me tie you up next to your brother, or I fight you and then tie you up next to your brother."
Damon had to stop himself from laughing, she seemed so confident she nearly sounded bored. "Do I get a third option, Miss Bonnie?"
"Miss McCullough, you drunk douche. And no, there is no third alternative. I supposed you can try to make a break now, but you'll have to leave your brother behind, and you probably won't get very far. So you'll still end up back here anyways, just in varying degrees of hurt. I suggest you take the one that will hurt you the least. If you remember the last time you tried to fight past me..."
Damon couldn't help it- he let out a gulp. He was torn between two choices. He knew he certainly couldn't get very far, because all the people out on the dock will surely stop him. Also, he had Stefan to think about. But, if he surrendered without a fight, then that will be a very, very large blow to his ego. It could potentially ruin his reputation for life. If he survived to ensure its continuation.
However, he was saved from having to make a choice when Matt Honeycutt and his sidekicks, Dumb and Dumber, appeared in the doorway. The two guards were so huge they blocked any light that came into the room, casting the entire cabin into darkness.
Matt Honeycutt's teeth gleamed in the darkness as he flashed a predatory smile at the two brothers. "Excellent. Now we can get down to talking about real business."
As Bonnie had predicted, Damon was on the floor again, tied up like his brother. He went down with a bit of a struggle, but it was futile of course. Dumb and Dumber may look stupid, but it was no denying that they had strength. At least he wasn't in such an undignified position as before.
Stefan looked at him mournfully with his green eyes.
"Look away, brother, you're making me feel queasy," Damon mumbled out of the corner of his mouth.
"Good," Stefan rasped. His voice was hoarse from lack of talking.
"Shut it."
"You both shut it," snapped Matt, glaring down at the both of them with he apparently thought was a frightening expression on his face. "Now that you're both here, I don't want to waste any time. We can start with the questioning."
"What questioning?" Damon asked.
"Your job is to answer, it's ours to ask, now see if you can keep your mouth sealed for the next few hours or not!" Matt snapped at Damon. He turned to Bonnie. "Get all this down."
Bonnie nodded. She fished out some yellowed parchment and a quill, then leaned against the wall and looked at Matt expectantly.
Matt rounded on Damon. "Tell me everything you know about the Garden of the Hesperides."
"The what?" Damon asked, baffled. "Look mate, I have absolutely no friggin' idea what you are talking about."
"Don't pretend!" Matt yelled, a large purple vein throbbing in his temple. "You do know. I know Giuseppe Salvatore said something to you about this. How can any self-respecting pirate not know about the legend of the Garden of the Hesperides?"
Stefan shot his brother a quizzical look. Bonnie didn't missed how his eyes narrowed, as though he knew what Matt was talking about. But if he did, he wasn't saying. He merely shifted a little and stared blankly at the wall opposite.
Damon and Matt were now trying to stare each other down.
Then Stefan finally spoke. His voice was so hoarse and thick Bonnie could barely make out his words. "He's telling the truth, Matt."
Matt looked at Stefan liked he was something disgusting that you scrapped off from your shoe. "And how would you know, scum?"
"Don't call my brother scum, Honeycutt." Damon said coldly.
Matt sneered. "How touching Damon. I didn't know you cared about your brother so much."
Damon now had an extremely dangerous look onto his face. "I just thought it was a bit rich. You, of all people, calling my brother scum." He let out a dark, humorless chuckle.
Matt's jaw clenched. He turned to sneer at Stefan instead. Evidently, he was much too chicken to challenged Damon. "So you, you know anything about the Garden of the Hesperides?"
Stefan shot Damon a desperate look. This time, both Bonnie and Matt noticed it. Matt pounced on him at once.
"What is this? Sending some sort of telepathic communication? How interesting. Why don't you tell us the truth, it could save you a lot of unnecessary pain." Matt smirked. Bonnie didn't know if he was addressing Stefan or Damon.
Damon caught Bonnie staring at his brother. No, not staring- as if she was trying out some telepathic communication. Her eyes seemed to be pleading. He angled his head to catch his brother's reaction. He was staring right back at Bonnie, and his expression was unreadable.
Finally, Stefan spoke in a muttered whisper. "I do know something about the Garden of the Hesperides."
Matt blinked in shock. Then he tensed excitedly. "Excellent. Now tell me all you know."
Stefan's expression hardened. Damon was surprised to see that he looked disgusted. "On some conditions, of course."
Matt stared at him stupidly. "My dear sailor, you are in no position to make threats."
"Do you want to know or not?" Stefan demanded angrily. Although his voice was fierce, Damon noticed that his fisted hands were trembling behind his back.
Matt's eyes hardened as he glared at Stefan ferociously. "Fine." He made the word sound like a threat.
"Firstly," Stefan said in an even voice. "Untie me and my brother."
Matt studied the two. Apparently, he thought their chances of escaping was minimal, because he gave a curt nod to his sidekicks, who ambled forward to untie them.
Damon heaved a sigh of relief as the bounds fell loose. Stefan got to his feet and leaned against the wall, his face even paler. "Next," he added. "I want to know WHY we are here."
Matt smirked. "I have already explained it to Damon. He is here because he has something I want. You are here because you will be the reason why he give me what I want."
Stefan raised his eyebrows. "That's all?"
Matt pretended to consider. "For now."
Damon glared at him, but Stefan let it go. He figured that was the best response he could get.
" And will you please," he said tiredly. "Let Bonnie explain to me what she meant when she said that I was a psychic?"
Bonnie's head snapped up to look at him. Damon stared at his brother in shock. Even Matt was looking at him with renewed interest.
"You. Are. A. WHAT?" Damon bellowed at his younger brother.
Stefan barely looked fazed. "A psychic. According to her." He jerked his head towards Bonnie, who looked pale.
Matt looked between the brothers and Bonnie. "Wait. What? Bonnie, what's going on? What are you not telling me?"
Damon ignored him. "Bonnie, you have some explaining to do," he practically growled. His brother? A psychic? How was that possible? He was such a…wimp.
Bonnie ignored him and turned to face Matt. "I had my suspicions. I could communicate with him through telepathy, and he can reply back. I can also feel his emotions and read his motives. And he can read mine."
Matt looked excited. "Can you tell? Is it possible for a psychic to tell if someone is one too?"
Bonnie rolled her eyes. "Yes, of course."
"Woah, hold on." Damon held both hands up. "Bonnie, you are a psychic too, you say."
"Yes, you drunk douche."
Ouch, he thought.
DPOV
Things were getting crazy.
First of all, my brother Stefan, knew something related about pirates, and not me. And whatever it was, it was so valuable that Matt Honeybutt couldn't wait to get his grubby paws all over it.
Secondly, Bonnie was a psychic.
And thirdly, so did my brother.
Could my day get any weirder?
Apparently, it could.
"You guys are siblings," I said flatly, staring at Bonnie and Matt and trying to see the resemblance between them. "Siblings."
"There's no need for you to sound so shocked," Bonnie said testily.
"But..but... your name is McCullough," I pointed out.
"What's your point?" she fired back.
I glared at her.
"Well, if you guys can stop discussing about our surnames, please proceed, Bonnie," Matt snapped.
Bonnie looked at him uncertainly. She then crossed the room with a strange look on her face. Then, to everyone's surprise, she reached out and put a hand to my brother's face. I tensed myself, in case she was preparing to hurt him.
After what seemed like an eternity, she finally opened her eyes and looked straight into Stefan's green ones. "You're a psychic."
Oh heavens, no.
Stefan looked stunned. Bonnie looked miserable. And I was shocked.
Matt, on the other hand, was extremely excited.
"Excellent," he purred.
So since my brother was a psychic, he got an elevated status and was allowed to roam the ship at will.
Me, I had to stay in my cabin with two uglies at the door.
Until I couldn't take it anymore, and knocked out the two before decided to go out to explore the ship.
Not that I didn't already know this ship. Hell, I grew up on this ship. But I was curious to see the changes Matt had made to it.
I strolled along the deck moodily. I could see my crew doing menial jobs like scrubbing the floors. They gaped at me, but I ignored them.
However, when I saw two familiar figures on the deck. I slowed down to see who they were.
It was Stefan and Bonnie, whom looked like they had been deep in serious discussion. They stopped when they saw me, though.
"Hey," Stefan smiled at me uneasily. "Aren't you um, locked up?"
I shrugged. "I knocked the guards out."
Bonnie smiled appreciatively. "Nice."
I stared at her. She really did seemed to mean it.
"So you aren't going to tell on me."
She considered. "It depends."
"On what?"
She stood up and walked towards me, then jabbed an accusing finger at my chest. "Are you getting me a new dress, or what?"
And…cut.
Yeah, this episode is over folks, hehe. I hoped you liked!
By the way, I recently had a new idea for a fan fic. This one is for Harry Potter/Dramione fans. :D
Hate the one you love
Hermione returns to Hogwarts after the war. After graduation, she gets a job at the ministry, but to her horror, she has to report to Draco Malfoy ( her new boss), of all people. At first, he goes out all his way to annoy her…or is that really his only motive?
If you are a fan of Dramione, review and tell me if you think I should write it!