The Seven Seas

Chapter 7

It's finally here!!! The writer's block I had with this one was just something else. Not sure how this one honestly turned out overall but here ya go. (sorry for blurry picture it was the only one which I thought would fit what's going on...kindaa)

I was reluctantly awoken by the noise of my captors singing gleefully at full volume. In all honesty, it was a drastic change in atmosphere that I could really do with right now.

There isn't much to do when your locked and chained up in a cold and dark cell. It was obvious to anyone that they were having a right good old time above me, a celebration possibly; singing and tons of boisterous laughter being present, stomping which I could only assume was them dancing or running about aimlessly and the unmistakable scent of freshly cooked food. My stomach could only grumble in disappointment knowing that I wouldn't be getting a bite of any of it.

From what I could make out by the smell alone, there was meat, accompanied by a fruity scent, and is that...spiced wine? I was able to distinguish that smell from anywhere as it was a common product often shipped out in large barrels by my Father's trade ships. This and also the fact that when I was younger, I bumped into a barrel being carried out of our warehouse and was smelling the spilt product in my hair for weeks!

Those bastards are using our food and merchandise as their own!! The nerve...

Footsteps were once again coming down the stairs to the cells. I was, at this point, praying to whatever higher power there was that they weren't drunk and coming here to torment me while they were in a stupor. Now, with the figure of the pirate standing in front of me, to my surprise they held a wooden plate of sorts which held a loaf of bread, a few grapes and I'm guessing a cup of water?

'What sort of game are they trying to pull now?' I thought to myself cautiously, sending a glare his way.

"Food for the princess~." he said with a mocking smirk slapped across his face. If only I could slap it off...

"I don't want pity, especially from you guys." I spoke up, finally being able to speak. I guess that would be the only thing I could thank them for, even though I nearly died. Not that I would ever thank them anyways.

He crouched down so he could be at eye level with me in my resting form and placed the food beside him.

"Oh, so I guess you won't be needing this then?" the pirate replied while briefly shifting his eyes to where he put the food.

"Of course not. I would never accept anything from the likes of you! Were you thinking I would just happily take this and suddenly thank you for your oh so generous hospitality?! Because the answer is no!!" At this moment, the only thing I could think of doing right now was to vent my anger. I didn't care on who it was or even what I vented out on, it was the only way I could let out even a fraction of the emotions I've bottled up in these 2 or so days in captivity.

Having none of my outburst, however, he only propped an elbow on his knee and rested his head in his palm. He almost seemed bored.

"Well, I hope you don't mind if I take this for myself then?" the pirate asked.

"Do whatever. You're type is good at that, stealing from others that is." I said. Even though I was trying to sound tough and unbothered, I was truthfully extremely hungry. I don't remember the last time I ate either.

"That's not very nice missy, and here I was trying to be a gentleman and bring down some food." he said in a joking tone "Well, since I have your permission I'll go and dig myself in." and with that que he started to eat the bread while still sitting in front of my cell.