Life of a Pirate Chapter 12

Author's note:

Heyo a new chapter for you all! :D

sorry this took long but hope you all like it.

I dont own any treasure planet characters except OC's

Almost all the crew jumped with startled when they heard their captain roar in his cabin.

"WHAT?!" They saw the door swing hard, and Flint stormed out, looking mad as hell. Most of them stopped what they were doing and watched their Captain march down towards the lower deck. B.E.N. tagged behind him as he tried to stop him from going further.

Nicolas came out last. But before he did, he tested the door to see if it wasn't broken from Flint's temper. See it was still sturdy, he huffed silently.

"Why can that rubbish robot just tells him to give her flowers like normal men?" He walks over to the ship's side and rubs his face after taking off his spectacles. Then, in the corner of his eye, he sees Billy Walk up to him.

Nicolas almost tsks when he asks, "Now what did B.E.N do to make him mad this time?"

"He convinced him to have dinner with the prisoner," He replied. The turtle alien looked at him in bewilderment with this answer.

"Excuse me?"

"He thinks this will cease this gratitude after she saved our captain," Nicolas explained. The surgeon made a long sigh and looked out the galaxy. "This voyage has been one hell of a month. Once we land anywhere in Pirate City I'm getting a drink,"

Billy tsks but he goes beside him and gives him a shoulder pat. "If we are lucky enough to land on Nassau, I can get you a free drink,"

Nicolas only scoffed and cleaned his spectacles with a rag. "Only if you can get away with it for being related to their pirate lord,"

This made Billy smirk from his response, "And this works every time,"

"Not all the time," Nicolas remarked. The turtle alien chuckled and pulled out a new cigar to smoke.

Ash POV:

I heard feet stomping downstairs, and when I turned my head, I saw Flint coming straight over to my cell. When I saw his face looking rageful, I swallowed hard. B.E.N. was with him, but he bit his metal lips, worrying when his captain stopped at my cell.

Without any hesitation, he yelled. "I thought I ordered you to come to dinner!"

Despite my flinching from his shout. I stubbornly shook my head, sitting on my prison bench.

"I don't want to eat with you," I replied. And besides, I'm not hungry." That made him grip the bars of my cell, and I could see he was trying to control his temper.

"If you don't accept coming to dinner, I will rip this cell door apart and drag you out of there," He threatened. Again, I stubbornly turn my body away crossing my arms, giving him my cold shoulder.

Flint seeing how I acted, he growled. "Fine have it your way!" When he was about to break my cell door, B.E.N. stopped him by sliding in front of him.

"C-Captain maybe forcefully won't be necessary," He gulped.

Flint glared at him and spoke darkly. "B.E.N. move aside,"

"But hear me out!" the robot yelped when his captain almost pushed him away. Flint gritted his teeth in irritation, but he let him speak.

"Instead of forcefully, how about asking her gentlemanly?"

"It won't work," Flint stated and snarled at me. "She's being so damn difficult!"

"Please!" B.E.N. begged, "Could you at least give this a try? It might work." I was short of impressed with how he could calm his Captain in this situation. But I still couldn't believe he had gotten both of us involved in this mess. In the corner of my eyes, I saw Flint let out a sharp huff, acting like a toddler being told what to do.

When he looked over at me, he began to ask bluntly. "Will you join me for dinner?"

"No," I answered sharply. Seeing how it wasn't working, Flint glared down at B.E.N, but the robot quickly spoke first before he opened his mouth.

"Ah, ah, not like that, sir, " He chuckled. You need to be softer and gentler with your asking. Remember, all ladies love that. Also, smile!" I can't help but roll my eyes at how that'll win me over.

I then watch Flint take a deep breath and manage to speak.

"Miss Ash," He begins and makes a small smile, which is fake. "It would please me if you agreed to have dinner with me."

I overheard B.E.N. clear his throat through words. "Ahemyouneedtosayplease sir,"

He rolled his eyes at that request with a huff.

"...Please?" He finished through his teeth.

Again, I shook my head. "No thank you," That's where Flint finally loses it, he shouts angrily.

"Damn it lady, you can't sleep in this cell forever!"

"Uh yeah, I can!" I retorted. "Even if I have to rot in here!"

I cross my arms and finish this subject. "Even if you the captain this is the order I refused to follow. And there is no way you will make me get out of my cell. Period!"

B.E.N. was looking at me dreadfully at my statement and caught a glimpse of his Captain's nostril flare.

Third's person POV

"WHAT THE HELL PUT ME DOWN!" The crew again stopped what they were doing and saw their captain coming out with a woman on his shoulder.

They saw her squirming and screaming while kicking in thin air. The woman even tries to pull his hair which can make him drop her. His men weren't sure to find it amusing to see their captain struggling to restrain her like a wild cat.

They didn't even dare to form a small smile, worrying Flint could shoot them if they got caught. B.E.N. was tagging behind and caught a glimpse of the crew watching the show.

He chuckled sheepishly. "Nothing to see here guys, these two are...warming up one another?"

"Not helping!" Ash yelled, still squirming.

One of the men who was purple bulky with a black beard nudged his fellow who wore a hood almost covering his shoulder and wore only pants whispered to him.

"He should've given her a muzzle before taking her out of her cage," He joked. The hooded one almost chuckled.

"Right Goliath? Someone needs to tame that fire in her," Soon they gulped when Billy gave them a stern look. As if the crew read his mind,

they all went back to work.

The turtle alien then sees his captain going into his cabin he tsks and goes back on supervising the crew.

Ash's POV

I kept screaming and squirming until he finally dropped me hard on the floor.

"Ow!" I rubbed my butt in pain.

"There, you are down," He snarled.

"You could've at least given me a soft landing." I huffed.

"I would've if you weren't a pain in the ass on your stubborn attitude," he said. B.E.N. came in and shut the door behind him. He gasped when he saw me on the ground, he hurried over to help me up.

"Are you okay? "He whispered.

I nodded. "Yeah," we both heard the captain clear his throat as he sat in his chair waiting. I growled silently, but I felt B.E.N.'s hand gripping mine. Looking over at him, he gave me this pleading look.

Seeing I can't go back now, and knowing that if I keep this stubborn up, it'll get worse. Not want to end up getting killed earlier from his temper.

With a deep breath, I walked over and sat in my chair in front of him.

Seeing I finally sat down, he glanced at B.E.N. "I promise to hear you done taste testing before bringing them?"

I watch B.E.N. nod fast.

"Yep! As usual, no poison in any of your food,"

"You sure?" Flint looked at him suspiciously. I saw him nod again but I knew he was fibbing. It was...Impossible for any robots to digest any human food. Feeling terrible about how B.E.N. has to put up with this.

Helping him cover his lie, I look the other way before Flint turns to me. He then noticed I wasn't eating mine.

"You're not eating yours,"

"I told you I'm not hungry," I answered dryly.

He snorted. "When was the last time you have eaten?" Hearing this, realizing I only ate bread. My eyes scanned down at my plate and my stomach suddenly made a growl.

With much anxiety I had, my mind completely forgot about my body's need food to survive. But the food here looks odd. Never seen them and was slightly worried my tummy wouldn't handle these meals. The smell, however, was delicious.

I noticed Flint was still looking at me as if he was waiting for me to take a first bite before he started his. I caught a glimpse of B.E.N. swallowing nervously.

Not wanting him to get into trouble, I used my fork to scoop up some white corn I'm hoping that is called and ate it slowly. Surprisingly, it was pretty good.

"Hey, this is not bad," I said, scooping up another handful of white corn and eating some more.

"You, see?" B.E.N. grins in reassuring. "She likes it!" Flint raises his six eyebrows at me, and he stares at me long, still waiting for anything to happen to me.

I scoffed with food in my mouth and swallowed. "I'm not dying.

"You haven't eaten your grilled bonzabeast yet,"

"For goodness' sake, I'm not your lab rat!" I snapped, can't help how he's paranoid about this. "And besides I fully trust B.E.N. he did taste test them. He wouldn't dare to back this down,"

Flint's nostril flared at my outburst, but he made a sigh a second later, calming himself. "I see your point there," He begins to eat his meal. "I trust his judgment on the food he cooks for me."

Not fully enough. I thought and brought my cup to drink.

The rest of our supper was quiet. I did my best to look down at my food instead of facing Flint due to the fact he eats his food scary. He shows his teeth as he devours his food.

B.E.N. decided to break the silence he asked both of us. "So? How's your dinner?"

"Meh," Flint answered and swallowed his last piece of bonzabeast.

I frowned at his answer, but I turned to him and smiled. "It was delicious,"

"Really?" B.E.N. beamed.

I chuckled nodding. "Yes, probably the best dinner I ever eaten. I never tasted these exotic meals before,"

"Exotic meals?" Flint questions. I gulped, noticing I shouldn't answer that question.

"Y-yes, I've never eaten them before. But that doesn't mean I'm familiar with them," I drink my cup.

"Hm, I see, "He drinks his cup. "Never hear anyone compliment on foods being...exotic?"

I force myself to chuckle lowly. "Yeah, I say that a lot. You know going to new planets and such."

I watch him hum and I force myself to look down worrying he might see some hidden lies in my eyes. All of sudden I hear Flint speaking.

"Well, I'm quite hoping this dinner pleases you, lass," I perk my head up at him as he finishes. "It's my way of saying thanking you for.."He grits his teeth. "Saving me from dying on that merchant ship,"

Hearing this I almost huffed and spoke. "Is this how you are thanking me, you're not doing a good job,"

"Excuse me?" I heard him almost growl lowly.

I swallowed at his tone, but I bravely said to him. "You literally dragged me out of my prison cell after I told you I don't want to have dinner with you, and you expect me to appreciate it?"

His nostrils flared and snarled lowly. "You should be."

"Well, I am not," I huffed. Then I heard Flint's clawing his table with his nails.

"I have given you shelter and food I eat regularly, what more do you want where we can accept our even?"

"Geeze, I don't know, what I want has already been damaged," I found myself saying sarcastically. All of a sudden, as if I made a last straw, Flint got up from his seat. B.E.N. tried to stop him but Flint ignored him and immediately went to my seat.

"Can you fuckin at least pretend to appreciate my generosity?!" He slams his fist on my plate which completely shatters. My mouth was shut. Out of fright, almost forgotten I was arguing with the fearsome pirate.

Flint stared at me long and talked darkly. "I will not have a stubborn woman in my stateroom, you better get ye shit together, or else I will...!"

"S-sir! With your permission!" B.E.N. cuts in. And went beside me, touching my shoulder. "May I have a word private with her? I-It'll be quick." I swallowed as the captain bares his fangs at him which made the robot wimp but never release his hands off of me.

Soon Flint let out a sharp exhale and nudged his head for him to go. Without hesitation, he grabs my arm pulls me out of my chair and leads me towards the door.

When he opens the door, he pushes me in and follows and shuts behind.

Third person Pov:

That little wrench! Flint sat back in his seat and rubbed his forehead. He never could've realized this woman had a spit of fire in her. No one in his right mind would dare to talk back at him.

If his navigator weren't in the way he would've punished her. He even was tempted to shoot her on her attitude, but he knew if he did, he'll never figure out her secret.

He sees this is going to be harder than he thinks. The captain lets out a long sigh, still rubbing her forehead.

"Why am I doing this? Why am I so intrigued by this secret of hers?" He grumbled to himself. He even wondered if it was more than her secret. Something that draws into her.

He growls lowly and gets up to fetch his bottle of rum. He pours in his cup and gulps it down.

After he drank, he sat back down with a rum bottle in his other hand.

He sighed sharply. "That damn woman,"