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Captive

Sakura sat in the corner of her prison, her arms crossed and clothes damp from the ocean waters. The ship she was on had set sail for the closest pirate port in the midst of bartering for her freedom. The governor (that cheapskate flighty no-good uncle of hers) hadn't given the pirates all that they had wanted. What was so hard about giving them medicine and fresh water? Now she was trapped on the ship until all demands were met. Everywhere they sailed she was forced to go. And who-knows-what would happen to her until her rescue came.

Ultimately though she missed Sasuke and her friends. She wondered what he was doing and if he missed her as much as she missed him. She fingered her necklace glad she still possessed it. And relieved they wouldn't go after him. Family crests weren't used as much anymore and she had given her maiden name to the captain, a skinny red haired man who clearly wielded some power over the crew.

The sound of footsteps went ignored as the made their way into the brig and towards her cage. She adjusted herself so her back faced the arriving pirate, her legs crossed, and her face lowered. She narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips in a scowl, whomever it was they could leave the stupid tray there and go on their merry way. When the creaks and groans of an opening cell door rattle her eardrums, she turned her head a look of surprise and confusion on her face.

She nearly jumped in shock.

Before her stood a man with eyes as black and bottomless as her husband's, and as tall as him too. Black hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail with bangs framing his face and falling into his eyes. Dark, prominent circles sat under his eyes, giving him an older appearance. The features on his face were almost identical to Sasuke's; the dark circles and longer hair were the only differences.

"Is 'Haruno' your maiden name?" He asked, his voice clearly different, and his expression blank. Sakura blinked in response, still dumbfounded by the uncanny similarity between the pirate and the former sailor. The man waited for her to speak, when she failed to respond he continued. "You wear a wedding ring and around your neck is a family crest. Either you're married to an Uchiha or engaged to one, though I highly doubt the latter."

Sakura snapped out of her daze then and frowned. The man was observant. He spoke with education and manners, clearly not a pirate by birth or raised by them.

"I'm married to an Uchiha so you've guessed right." She raised an eyebrow, a thought dawning on her. "How did you know my necklace was a family crest, let alone deduce it was of the Uchiha family?"

The pirate said nothing in reply to her inquiries. He had a mild thoughtful look on her face, as if he were putting the pieces of a puzzle together. Sakura watched him, wary and curious as to whom this stranger was. He had to belong to the Uchiha family, how else would he know about the crest?

"My husband never mentioned a pirate being in the family. The closest thing was his older brother, who had been killed by pirates somewhere of the coast of Port Royal." She went with her instinct, speaking and watched the man before her. His eyebrows rose ever so slightly, as if an epiphany struck him like lightning. A smirked formed on his lips, a sudden softness brewing in his eyes. Sakura cocked her head to the side. He was confusing and weird, she decided, almost suspicious. But that was how pirates were, they were shady characters in general.

"My name is Itachi." He said as he stepped closer and crouched down, holding out his hand for her to shake. The smirk turned into a small smile. "And I do believe you're my sister-in-law."