Where The Sea Changes Colour / Dazai x Reader

The prisoners

It was the middle of the night and you hadn't yet caught a wink of sleep, you had remained awake in the comfortable bed your father had put at your disposal. He had offered up his own chambers but his second in command wouldn't allow it so you took his bed. You lied there, staring at the ceiling. Carefully going over what to do and what actions to take.

To take all this information into account was simply nerve-wracking, you knew what he was trying to do and you deduced the following information from the note:

One: He was trying to convince you that he knew something about your mother you wanted to know.

Two: He was aware that your father would deny any and all knowledge on the subject.

Three: He was insinuating your father was not your father at all. Not to mention that your true father seemed to be anything but a nice person.

"What do I do, I don't want to give him the bloody satisfaction of saving him but at the same time I am certain my father won't tell me, and now I really want to know as much as I can about my parents – preferably the real ones. The tiredness was heavy on you, weighing your eyelids down so they kept closing and you had to keep forcing them open again. You decided that you needed sleep, regardless of how much you needed to think your next step attentively, sleep deprivation would not help your case.

You allowed yourself to drift off into a dreamless sleep.

You woke up with a headache and an awfully sore back. Bloody bed was nowhere near as comfortable as that of a fucking pirate, how pathetic.

"Lady Swift? Are you awake?" A low voice spoke from the other side of the door whilst banging on it relentlessly.

"I am now!" You shouted out, completely forgetting you were no longer in the presence of a pirate crew, but rather a navy ship where what you said would actually cause repercussions. "I mean, yes. Yes, I am very much awake. However, I am not yet decent; may I have five minutes to get ready?"

"You may have two."

"Thank you kindly." You thanked him from across the room and stood up. Your father had placed a dress at the foot of the bed. It was very frilly and quite pompous. You hated it but you had no choice, your father would kill you rather than let you walk around in clothing given to you by pirates. Even though they were far more comfortable and far easier to move around in...

Damn it you were already regretting your decision as you put on the many, many pieces of clothing necessary to make the dress fit. You hurried out to avoid angering the guard, or worse your father. Well – not exactly father but it was best you called him that until you had more information on the subject. You ran out of the room with haste and came face to face with the vice-admiral himself.

"You're late." He said sternly.

You were already out of breath with how fast you dressed yourself. "I'm sorry," You huffed.

"Before you left you woke up at the exact same hour every day, I know you must've been through hell, but I will not tolerate lack of discipline." He spat out, almost shouting.

You wiped the saliva away from your cheek where it had landed and opened your eyes slowly and threateningly. God, you would have punched him if you had the chance. When you saw the confused and slightly frightened look in his own eyes you curtseyed and apologised for your behaviour. "I promise it won't happen again."

He seemed to ease up, he was probably in the process of convincing himself he must have been seeing things and that you were just a little woman, a little woman who wouldn't dare defy a big, strong man . You mentally rolled your eyes.