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He'd been right when he said there was a storm coming.

Anastasia felt more than sick as the ship rocked wildly, amazed she hadn't thrown up just yet. A hurricane had slammed into them, forcing all of the crew to abandon the dangerous decks and hole up underneath. She knew this for sure, as Anastasia could hear them playing cards and messing around while she lay in her hammock prison, bored out of her mind. Whether it was day or night, she couldn't tell from the darkness outside.

Anastasia groaned as she was forced to hold onto the side of the canvas as a wave slammed into the side, knocking the wind out of her. Bloody hell. There was swearing from the other room, which indicated the cards had gone flying off the table, canceling the game.

It was later on that dull thudding woke her up from her light slumber, groaning out. "Can I not even get an hours sleep now? Fucking-!" but there was no one there as she looked up, only spying the door swinging open and closed with the swell.

Wait-

Anastasia sat up once more, eyes staring at the heavy metal door that was creaking in time with its opening and closing, getting to her feet and stopping before she left its confines, suddenly feeling vulnerable. It was storming rather bad, and she was surrounded by men who wouldn't hesitate to look up her dress she knew. Uncouth creatures. Vile.

She had to get off this ship, or at least find a way to get off. For that, she needed to tackle the captain. Also, she needed to sneak through the ship to his cabin.

In a dress? Not bloody likely.

But then an idea creeped into her mind. It seemed… crazy. But situations like this called for crazy solutions. Anastasia sneaked around the brig, searching for anything that could help. A knife was embedded in the wall, a black coat hanging from it. With a tug, she took both for herself, stealing some breeches as well as a white ragged shirt, shifting out of her dress and into them, tying the too big breeches around her waist with a length of thin rope, tying her hair back and hiding the ponytail under the hat she took from a sleeping mans head, amazed at her own bravery. She slipped the knife under her sleeve, feet bare, having found no spare boots, or any lying around.

Everything was a little on the big side, but it did the trick as she walked through the group with ease, not showing her nerves as she made it to the hatch that led to the stormy and soaked deck.

"Careful out there lad." Someone shot at her, making Anastasia jump, but nod as she gulped, steeling herself as she wrenched the door open and dashed onto deck, the wind and spray knocking her into the door as soon as she closed it.

It was cold. So cold that she almost felt her heart stop as she ran full pelt across the deck, bare feet sliding on the sopping wood under them. Anastasia was shivering as she made it to the cabin she'd been aiming for, pressing her back against the cold of the door as she ship rocked once more, shivering violently as she waited, reason screaming at her to go back, that this was insane.

She ignored reason and sense, cracking open the door and slipping inside, the door shutting with a slam from the wind, making her gasp silently- had she been caught?

The place was deserted. Or at least, she thought so. Through the rhythmic crashes of waves, she heard snores and felt a pang of annoyance; he could sleep through the bastard storm as if it was a dull, flat day.

Anastasia was shaking from cold and nerves as she started forwards towards the bed, taking the blade into her hand and gulped silently, counting to three in her head before she more or less pounced, hitching a leg up and sitting on his hips, clumsily grabbing his wrists in one hand and pinning them above his head, hearing as he woke up. "I'm flattered, but I don't swing that way."

Her eyes narrowed, placing the knife at his throat, holding the handle so hard it hurt her hand, spying eyes staring at her face, chuckling out. "Oh you wanna go ontop? Fine by me."

Anastasia hissed, pressing the knife more to his throat, infuriated at how calm he seemed, not even trying to escape, making himself more comfortable to her. A pause later, the captain laughed out. "This situation would have been much better if you were still wearing that pretty little dress of yours."

A sudden rock from the ship caught Anastasia unawares, surprising her in two ways as the hands under her own wrenched themselves free with ease, knocking the knife from her grip and onto the floor, flipping them over, seating himself on her own hips, smirking down at her with a smug look upon his face as he pinned Anastasias own hands above her head, tutting out as he leaned down to her. "I wonder what happens if I pull on just the right piece of rope, hmm?"

Anastasia was writhing under him now, snarling out. "Don't you dare!"

"Oh? What are you gonna do love?" he retorted, voice teasing, running a finger down her spine, Anastasia clenching her jaw, saying through gritted teeth. "Go any lower and I shall kill you."

"Aren't you supposed to be quiet? Not so… feisty?" His finger lingered, but didn't move.

She said nothing, in which the captain smirked once more, sitting up, keeping her pinned down as he asked. "So, after killing me, what were your plans?"

"I wasn't going to kill you."

"Then what? Ohh, force information out of me, eh?"

"Something like that…"

Jack let her go now, Anastasia sitting back and watching the captain getting to his feet with a yawn of "So what now?"

"You're going to tell me why I'm here." Anastasia told him, voice growing stronger with every second, something Jack noticed, for he chuckled out in response as he pulled his long sleeved, yellowing in places, once white shirt on, complete with leather waistcoat, cocking a brow at her as he asked, poking at his bare chest. "Buttons open or not?"

"Not. No one wants to see your chest."

"I'll leave it open then." He grinned, patting his chest twice, Anastasia rolling her eyes. A moment later, he said out of the blue. "I've utterly nothing against you love."

A blink later, and she shook her head, going to speak, but he held up a finger, indicating she should hush. "Miss. Holt, what do you know of your father? Well, I should say his work duties."

"…no."

"Good. All you need know is that your dearest father betrayed me." He told her, regaining his balance after the ship rocked without warning, reaching for his hat, but thought better as the ship swayed again, listening to Anastasias comment of "Your quarrel is with my father, not me. Take me home this instance!"

"During this storm? Foolish girl. And you'll be staying. For… ooh, shall we say a year? Just long enough to break your doting father."

"You kidnapped me on the night of my engagement party." She snapped now, narrowing her eyes. Jack shrugged, groaning out. "I should have taken a few bottles of rum with me then."

"We didn't have rum."

"That's a relief. But… disturbing. No rum? What is wrong with these people?!"

"They're not drunkards like you." Anastasia said smugly, only just realizing how… bold she was becoming. It was her surroundings fault. His fault.

Jack turned around now, walking over to his desk and picking up his belt, pulling it on with a "I may be drunk, but I'm not stupid. Stupid. What about you, huh Ana?"

A silence.

"Anastaaaaaasia?" he sighed, rolling his eyes as he turned around to see the door wide open, tying his compass to his waist, along with his sword as he hissed in annoyance, dashing after her with a yell of. "Oi! Get back in here!"

"Get lost!" She yelled back at him, backing away from him, eyes narrowing. Jack started forwards, yanking his other boot on as he grabbed her wrist, pulling her forwards with a- "Are you crazy?!"

"Yes! Like you! Now get off!"

"No!" Jack scowled, suddenly yelling out as the ship pitched once more, Anastasia screaming and grabbing onto his arm, losing her balance, the sensation of falling and hitting the storm tossed waters, coming to the surface with a cough, suddenly realizing the arm she was holding onto was soaked, yelling in her ear of- "You bloody dumb cow! Why can't you follow a simple order, huh?!" there was a cough as water was expelled from Anastasias lungs, Jack pushing her away to wave madly at the ship, yelling at the top of his lungs for someone to hear him, but the waves were too wild. Anastasia couldn't swim, and Jack gave up as the ship continued to drift in the storm, pulling the girl to him, telling her to hold on, keep her head above the water and most importantly, not drown.

All Anastasia could think was "No shit mate (!)" as she held onto his arm for dear life.

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