A/N: Alright my lovely readers chapter 2 finally is ready to be served so go ahead and pour yourself a cup of tea and get get yourself a cupcake or two and get comfortable poppets! \(^u^) oh and special shout out to Larthrain! You rock for giving me on that review and I'm glad that you're enjoying! Thank you poppet! Now on with the story!

Of Sword Fights And Cupcakes

Chapter Two

I sat alone in the cell below deck. The only prisoner on this wretched ship. There wasn't a shred of light down here. I can't remember the last time I saw the stars. I felt tears trail down my cheek.

"What I wouldn't give to back at my bakery..." I sighed and looked down at my shackles. My tattered clothes. They weren't even colorful. Nothing was in this cell.

"Where's my poison when I need it?" I let out a chuckle full of bitterness. "It went overboard when they dragged me from the other ship you git." "Hey! No swearing! Swear jar now!"

Talking to myself had really been my main pass time. It tended to take my mind off my current situation.

Suddenly, from above, up on the deck I heard yelling and shouting and stomping feet. Then the sounds of fighting and crossing swords and I knew what instantly what was going on, backing into my cell fearfully and trying to hide myself in the shadows of the best I could. Pressing my hands over my mouth. With minutes though the fighting stopped. The door all the way at the front leading below deck...where I was...opened and a rough voice with a thick french accent said to who I suppose was his crew to load up the wine.

Heavy boot clad footsteps made their down the stairs and started checking the cells like he was expecting someone to occupy them.

Shaking now I pushed farther against the wall. He looked way scarier than the one who owned this ship and I didn't want him finding me.

"What the hell?" He mumbled looking right over me. "There was supposed to be a couple of prisoners to be here." He let out a somewhat exasperated sigh. "Oh well."

He turned around and started to make his way out, much to my relief, or so I thought. Right then I felt furry rat crawled up my pant leg, making me scream a little and jump up. As I tried to work around the chains and shackles, to get the flippin thing out I forgot about the previous threat.

"Get out of my shirt you rotten ball of fur!" I yelled frantically.

I saw the rats on the ship and I knew that they carried several diseases.

As I continued to wriggle and squirm I heard that gruff French voice speak up. "Hold still...you're more likely to get bit..."

I stopped moving and sure enough a minute later if found it's way out of my sleeve. Looking up at the Frenchman I thought I saw a flicker of pity or concern in his eyes but it must have been my imagination because as soon as I blinked they were cold and merciless again.

"U-uh um...thank you...good sir...lovely day isn't it?" In all honesty I didn't know what the day was like but I didn't know what else to say.

Finally he said "Who are you?"