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KILLIAN

Killian tilted his head with a devilishly prominent smirk as he watched his still nameless prisoner sleep, a bit too peacefully. The pirate captain was leaning against a propped mop with the stiff fronds splayed across the boards of his cabin. A clean, metal bucket dangled from his other hand and he stood there silently while he debated on whether to wake the blonde beauty up. It didn't take him long to decide.

'By the gods you are hideous when you sleep.' He muttered to himself as he moved to squat by the edge of the bed. Her hair had fallen over her eyes in sticky clumps and her top lip was pushed back and up against the rough spun linen of the pillow. 'Rise and shine love, a certain rum guzzler needs to clean their mess and it's certainly not me.'

'Pissth off.' She managed after a grumbling moan and screwed her eyes shut even tighter as she turned her back to him. Killian rolled his eyes and sent a poke to her back with the handle of the mop.

'You and that disgustingly dirty body of yours have stunk out my bed for long enough, so I suggest you get up and start the day with that glorious smile.' He quipped sarcastically, as she honestly didn't really have anything to smile about. Apart from being in his presence of course, who wouldn't want to smile at that?

'Your bed? Mmm, nice and cosy.' She said dreamily to mock him and shifted to snuggle more comfortably into his thick mattress. Killian ran his tongue across his teeth in mild amusement and annoyance. If Saan ever asked him to do something like this again he would flat out refuse.

'I'm serious. It's not just my boots that reek of vomit now come on, get up!' He urged poking her back once again but instead of moving, she flailed her arm to try and slap him away.

'Poke me again and I'll aim for your face next time.' She huffed in retort and pulled the blanket around her as she curled up. Killian was not about to let her get away with it. He straightened and set the bucket aside so he could try and pull the blanket from her. She cursed at him but held fast and he wondered why the hell he was putting himself through this. She was becoming more trouble then she was worth.

'You know, I didn't want to do this but you leave me no choice…' He sighed, picking up the bucket and turned while scanning the room.

'Wait, no! Fine, I'm up!' She suddenly called out to him. He turned with a raised eyebrow at her plea and watched humorously as she threw the blanket back with an annoyed sigh.

'That was easier than I thought.' He said surprisingly and she glared at him as she pushed her hair out of the way and tucked it behind her ears.

'Well I didn't want to be soaked first thing in the morning now did I?' She countered and hearing that Killian stifled a laugh. 'What?' She questioned with furrowed brows.

'What did you think I was going to do?' He asked, shaking his head with a grin as he studied her unwavering and less than impressed expression.

'Don't laugh at me! You were going to throw water on me…weren't you?' She started gruffly but dwindled into uncertainty.

'Actually no, I was just going to rattle the bucket…' He winked and picked up the breadknife and rattled it against the sides. 'Not nice is it? Would have woken you up for sure!' He called over the racket. She stormed across to snatch the bucket from his hands with some crude insult that was too mumbled to hear properly. 'There you go, wasn't so hard was it?' He leaned in to whisper teasingly. He could see that she was debating on whether to hit him but something must have held her back.

'Are you going to let me pass then?' She asked haughtily and grabbed the mop that he was leaning on.

'Not looking like that. You'll probably blind a few gulls.' Killian scoffed after studying her for a moment. The dress she was wearing, or rather what was left of it, would have been blue if not for the cracked mud, dust and goodness knows what else. She didn't have any boots but someone must have given her some makeshift footwear out of some wraps that were beginning to fall apart. He was answered with the thwack of the mop.

'Do you act like an idiot all the time or is it just a morning thing?' She questioned. She was lucky that he were a good natured pirate. A thwack of the mop on another of Saan's ships would have earned her far more than a hearty laugh.

'Now, now, play nice. Wouldn't want to have you back in shackles now would we?' He replied in his own version of a threat. There was enough sternness behind it for her to know that it wasn't empty. He couldn't have his crew seeing a woman hitting him after all. He still had his reputation to uphold despite his sympathy for her in this situation. He furthered the threat with warning stare before moving to his personal chest and piled some of his own spare clothes onto the bed. 'Big but they'll do. Soap and wash basin in the corner, although the soap doesn't really smell of much. Scrub up then off to work you go.'

'Th-'

'Go on, what do you what to possibly complain about now?' He asked with a blunt sigh, just waiting for the spurt of sarcasm or vitriolic statement. He didn't have a brush or fitting clothes but they would do. He didn't have to do anything he reminded himself.

'I was only going to say thank you!' She replied defensively but he could see the gratitude behind those highly built up barriers of hers. Without another word but a small nod, Killian left his cabin closing the door behind him. He always kept his crew busy so they wouldn't even notice his prisoner troubles.

He stepped out into the middle of the deck and breathed in the fresh salt of the air. That was why he loved the sea. It tasted of freedom and adventure. It also tasted of her bloody vomit! He glanced back at his cabin and scratched at the hairs that bearded his well groomed chin. A mischievous idea managed to sneak its way up into his thoughts. A warning flashed by with the words of Salladhor had told him before he left. You can look but you can't touch. Well, he was only going to take a look…

He moved as silently as he could back across the deck and situated himself by the crack of the door hinge and tried to peer inside. He didn't even get a chance to see anything when something heavy thudded against the door and he jumped backwards, a curse slipping past his lips.

'I can see your shadow you dirty, spying bastard!' Her voice shouted to him from inside and he chuckled to himself as he retreated back to the helm, a bit disappointed at his failed attempt.

'Is she feeling better this morning Captain?' Smee inquired as he bundled up beside him. Other Captains sneered at him for his choice of first mate. Most chose the strongest among the crew that could break two barrels with his bare hands. Smee was useful to him in his own weird way, last night being one of those odd occurrences. His ship wouldn't be the same without him.

'Back to her usual charming self.' He answered him and the short dumpy man laughed before helping some of the men tighten the knots that held up the sails.

Captain Killian Greyjoy spent the next half hour crunching on numerous apples that they had loaded on from Pentos. He was on his third as he leaned against the rigging, peering out at sea with his spyglass. A shadow flicked across his view on the horizon but was instantly forgotten when he heard the closing of a door.

She looked up at him with small, awkward shrug of a smile. He could see that the sway of the ship was still affecting her but at least she wasn't throwing up. She'd tucked his shirt into the trousers and tightened them with his belt. Her hair was still damp from when she'd washed it. As she stood there, the salt that hung in the breeze tightened the waves of her brightened blonde curls. Saying that she scrubbed up well was an understatement. He swallowed the apple in his mouth and snapped his spyglass shut before sauntering down to greet her.

'I'll fill this up shall I?' She asked holding up the bucket as he approached. He took it from her and quickly tied a rope to it before lowering it into the sea and pulling it back up filled with water. 'Where's the cabin again?' She looked about unsurely.

'Follow the smell, you'll find it soon enough.' He answered with a smirk as he tipped some of the water back over the side before handing it to her. She rolled her eyes before taking the bucket and sure enough she found it without his direction. He swiped another apple from the sack before following her down and found her, sleeve pressed up against her mouth.

'You weren't joking.' She coughed pushing the mop into the bucket. There were multiple words he could use to describe the congealing mess but he didn't honestly want to put himself off his apple. If that hadn't already been done…

'We're taking you to Westeros, why I don't know but that's where I have to take you.' He spoke up after ten minutes of swishing water and apple munching. She looked back at him as if surprised by his sudden willingness to talk.

'If you don't know why then do you know who to?' She inquired glancing back down as she wrung the mop against the side of the bucket.

'Salladhor Saan, the Prince of the Narrow Sea instructed me to 'deliver' you back to Blackwater Bay but that's where my knowledge ends.' He didn't want to voice his suspicions in case of scaring her. It had to be a wealthy benefactor at the very least if Saan was interested. Those of wealth inside King's Landing were not people you wanted to be in business with for long. There was a reason they had that power. She didn't answer him just swiped at her brow before continuing. 'You missed a spot.' He said casually but he couldn't help the grin as she snapped back at him with an eyebrow raised.

'Seriously? Why the hell are you watching me mop a floor anyway? Hoping I'll take my top off in the sweltering heat?' She countered but Killian didn't have the chance to offer back a witty comment. A resounding holler of one of his crew members echoed from up deck. Not the kind of shout that he wanted to hear. He rushed up to see what was happening and he didn't need to ask to know what the problem was. That speck of shadow he had glimpsed through his spyglass was a speck no longer. The forever nearing shape of a ship was pursuing them across the waves. If he hadn't been bloody distracted!

'You having some ship envy? That one is twice the size of yours.' She chirped up from the side of him but seeing the grim look on his face she frowned. 'What's wrong? Are we in trouble?'

'We're in trouble alright.' Killian's frown only deepened as not too far in the distance the black and gold kraken fluttered a top the mast of the rival ship. No, not just any ship…A Greyjoy.