Runaway With a Pirate

Chapter 20

Sawyer walked into his room after the short talk with Willow.

That morning he had killed Rosilyn and gotten some of her blood on him. Normally he'd have taken someone of her age and beauty to his boat to do what he did so that way he could sell her on the black market at their next stop, but last night he couldn't help himself. And now he had a dead body laying naked on the bed. Walking to the bathroom he washed his hands and dagger clean. Then had walked around grabbing his clothes and getting dressed. He had climbed out one of the windows just to make sure no one saw him leave. On his way back to the boat he was on edge and even when he made it to the boat he couldn't seem to relax until they were far from Windport.

Now he was in his room stripping off his clothes and making his way to the shower. He needed to get the stench of the girl off him along with her blood that he missed. Walking into his shower he turned on the hot water. Grabbing a bar of soap he starts to scrub himself clean. Soon enough he could no longer smell the girl on him.

"Bloody Blue Moon," Sawyer mumbled as he turned off his shower.

Rapping a towel around his waist Sawyer walks back into his room and heads to his dresser. Grabbing some clean boxers, pants, and socks he gets dressed. Then turning to look at the clothes scattered around his floor he lets out a growl. He could smell Rosilyn on his clothes. Picking them up he walks over to his window and throws them out into the ocean.

"I'm going to need a new suit now," he said holding the bridge of his nose in frustration," out of all times to go to Windport it had to be on a Blue Moon."

Knock, knock!

"Inter," Sawyer said not leaving the window.

"Sir thought I'd let you know that Lizzy did excellent yesterday," Chase said standing in the doorway.

"What did Treasure think of her skills?" Sawyer said turning to look at Chase.

"Well, sir, Treasure thought that Lizzy had talent and we only had to give her some pointers a few times when they were needed," Chase answered.

"Good," Sawyer said," then we can see how she does with the others at the next stop."

"Umm, sir... I know it's not my place but can I ask a question," Chase asked.

"What is it," Sawyer asked," I'm not in the mood for dumb questions."

"Well while we were out I saw this hanging on one of the shops," Chase said pulling out a missing flier.

Walking over to Chase Sawyer takes the paper. Looking at the picture he saw that it looked like Willow.

"Missing: Princess Willow of Inimore Kingdom reward for her safe return $1,000,000,000," Sawyer read.

He had to look it over a couple of times. Looking back up to Chase Sawyer asked," did you show this to anyone else?"

"No sir, I think I was the only one that had noticed the flier," Chase said," is Lizzy really the missing princess?"

"Good let's keep it that way until I decide what to do," Sawyer said walking to his desk," and as of right now no."

"Yes sir," Chase said taking his leave.

In solitude once again Sawyer stared at the flier.

"You little shit," Sawyer said to himself," I told you I don't like liers."

Getting out of his chair he went straight to Willows room flier in hand. Stopping in front of the door he knocks once, twice, three times before the door opened. In front of him stood a grumpy Willow.

"What?" Willow asked grumpily.

Pushing past her Sawyer stands in her room. He watched as she closes the door and turns to face him.

"What's your problem?" Willow asked placing her hands on her hips.

"This," is all Sawyer said as he held out the flier.

Willow looked at the flier and saw what was on it. Her face went from confused to shock to finally stay on worried. She looked up at him opening and closing her mouth trying to figure out what to say. Holding up his hand she closed her mouth.

"You lied," Sawyer said," I do believe I told you I'm not a fan of liers."

"I-I," Willow stuttered.

"So tell me, princess, what should I do with you?" Sawyer asked.

"You can sell me, keep me a slave to the boat," Willow said," but please don't send me home."

"Well, I don't know kitten," Sawyer said," there's a hefty price on you."

"Please, I'll work hard to make up for what's on that piece of paper," Willow begged.

Watching her Sawyer saw that she was holding back tears. Even if she was on the verge of crying she didn't move her eyes from his.

"Tell me why you ran from your kingdom," Sawyer said leaning against a wall.

"My mother and I don't get along," Willow said," she disapproves of everything I do."

"That it?" Sawyer asked now very uninterested in her story.

"Our arguments would get so bad that she'd lock me in my room and have me miss a meal," Willow continued not carrying if Sawyer wanted to listen or not," my father was never really around, he was always too busy with ruling a kingdom."

"Princess I don't want to hear a sob story on how sad your life was," Sawyer said with an irritated sigh.

"Look, captain fucker, you wanted to know why I left so I'm telling you," Willow snapped," if you don't want to know then you shouldn't have asked me."

Sawyer stood shocked. No one on the boat has ever spoken to him that way before, not even many of the people he's passed by was too scared to speak to him or to memorized with his looks.

"I ran away because I didn't want my mother to continue to control my life and force me to marry some jackass I don't even know," Willow said crossing her arms over her chest.

"Thank you for the story," Sawyer said rolling his eyes.

"So what are you going to do with me now that you know?" Willow asked looking at her feet.

Looking at her Sawyer debated his options. He could send her back home and collect the reword, sell her and not get nearly as much money, or keep her and get nothing.

"Well for now I'm not sure," Sawyer said," I'm not in the mood to backtrack so you'll be staying here until then."

Sawyer moved from the wall and made his way to the door. He looked at Willow who was hugging herself in an attempt to comfort herself. With a shake of his head and a sigh, he walked out of her room and back to his. He had work to do and some things to think about.