The stairs creaked as April gently tread down them. Michelangelo's hand rested on the Princess's arm as he led her down to a single hallway. There were numerous doors on each side of the hallway. "He's probably going to throw me into any one of these broom closets," April thought. But they kept walking, past all of them toward the end of the hallway. A larger, more pristine door sat there and Michelangelo reached to open it. It was a magnificent master bedroom with a chest and a small bookshelf. April walked in amazed to be standing in a room almost equivalent to her own bedroom. She twirled in the middle of room until she came to face the smaller turtle again.

"This is my room?"

"Yes your highness."

"How? Why?"

"Captain's orders. He's provided you with everything you might need: dresses, books, a nice bed. Is there anything else you might need?"

"No, no I'll be fine. Thank you for your kindness, Michelangelo."

"Anything for you, Princess. The captain should be down in a few hours to check on you. The door will be locked for your privacy."

"Of course," April said, remembering that she was still technically a prisoner. Michelangelo left and April fell back onto the nice bed. She spread out to feel the fabric along her arms. In a way, this could be even better than the palace. She could talk to whoever she wanted to whenever she wanted to. She could stay in her room all day without having to do any appearances. This could work out for the better after all.

A few hours later a knock came to the door while April was reading. She heard the lock turn as the door opened revealing the Captain. His smirk was still present as he invited himself in and sat down to face her. She rolled her eyes and sat up to lie back against the wall.

"How are you doing Princess?"

"I was fine until you appeared." April crossed her arms and tried to make it obvious she wasn't impressed by him.

"I had a feeling you were going to say that. Is the room to your liking?"

"Very. Much more than I expected."

"Aww you didn't think I was going to let you rot in a cellar did you?"

"Isn't that what pirates do to their prisoners?"

"That's where you're wrong Princess." Raph leaned over to rest his elbows on his knees. "I'm not like most pirates." This ever present smirk was starting to annoy April.

"Oh really," April asked, still not impressed.

"My prisoners get the best treatment. And since I had the pleasure of capturing such a beautiful prince-"

"Don't call me beautiful."

Raphael paused midsentence. "I'm sorry?"

"Don't call me beautiful."

"Why not?"

"I feel as though you labeling me by only my looks restricts you from seeing past a pretty face. I'm more than that."

"My apologies your highness. I'm just one of those guys that likes to point out the obvious."

"Flattery will get you nowhere."

"I can see that."

"I don't ask for much but I do ask you to avoid that one injustice."

"Of course. Forgive me if I accidentally remind you of your insurmountable beauty in the future. As I was saying, since I had the pleasure of capturing a, prisoner such as yourself, I'd decided to hand over the master key to you."

April was surprised. "This, this is your room?"

"Yes."

"Why would you give up your room for me?"

"Well I can't just starve you out immediately. I have to take privileges away slowly. Don't worry, you'll find yourself in a cellar in no time." He winked at her as he laughed. April remained motionless except for the rock of the boat.

"Thank you for your…sacrifice."

He smiled yet again. April had to find a way to keep him from smiling.

"You're welcome Princess. And um, one more thing."

"What is that?"

"You see that music box on the dresser?"

April looked over to see a dark blue oval china box on the dresser next to her bed.

"Yes."

"Pick it up."

April did as she was asked.

"It's very nice."

"It's yours."

"I'm sorry?"

"It's yours."

"Says who?"

"Says the Captain of the ship. It has been on here for as long as I could remember. I thought it would be a small peace offering to you. Just because you are a prisoner doesn't mean I'm going to treat you like one."

April cocked her head in astonishment. She was surprised. No one could have made her believe the person who'd kidnapped her would treat her so well. Although, as nice as he was, April was not going to let him win so easily.

"Thank you. That is very kind of you," she said without breaking a smile.

"My pleasure. Well, I have things to attend to. I'll leave you alone. I look forward to seeing you at dinner your highness." He rose from the chair and leaned over to pat the bed. April bounced with it as he walked away. He made it to the door before peeking through the crack and saying, "Goodbye Princess." April managed one of her royal waves before the door closed completely. After it did, she turned to fall face first into the pillow. Something about this captain was very peculiar. And it made April feel sick.