Just Make Believe

Chapter 7

I laid there, the captain and I exchanged glares, while Ash walked in awkwardly and both of us looked up at him.

"Uh, am I interrupting something?" Ash asked clumsily.

"No, no. You're fine. Just about to explain our plans for her." Hook replied, facing me once more.

I just stared at him, not trying to do anything but express my anger to him. 

"So, you have two choices, calm down and try not to kill anybody, and we'll let you live," Captain Hook paused, "or, you can try to kill any of us again, and we will let you starve to death in a cell inland." None of that mattered to me, I was going to choose the latter of the choices, Peter wounldn't want me to give in. 

I just shook my head and glared. I could only make this gesture in order to get Hook to realize my decision. 

"Fine. I'll have someone come and get you and put you in the cell. Looks like you'll be spending a lot of time in there." The Captain answered as he stood from his chair and walked towards the door. As he walked out, Ash walked up. He had a distinct look, he stood for a moment and then shook his head side to side.

"Why couldn't you have just said yes? You could've gotten off Scot-free." Ash sighed, "Come on! Now you have to stay in a cell next to thieves and drunkards. And also being the only girl in this whole fucking island?! Why didn't you think it through?!"

I was shocked, he was yelling at the top of his lungs now, he was furious because I had made "the wrong decision"

"I didn't save your fucking life just so you could go and end it! Okay?!" Ash's face was burning as he looked up, anger filled his eyes.

He sighed and plopped into the chair next to me, dropping his belt as he did so. It fell with a series of clings, and after the ringing stopped, the room fell deathly silent. I sat there as he inspected his own callused hands.

"My father had forgotten one part to your choices." He paused and looked up at me, his anger exchanged for tension, hope maybe. "He forgot that every day either of us will show and give you the choice to change your mind. To come back."

This boy seriously wanted me to stay here, to be part of the crew. There was no way that that was going to happen. So I just stare blankly at him, hoping that he would just go away and let me be alone. 

"Take it or leave it, I'm just try'na help." he says almost under his breath. He stared at his scarred knuckles for a moment before standing and leaving the room. Looking back for a millisecond before leaving. 

And once more, I was left alone. Maybe it was a good thing, maybe not.
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I sat again, tugging at my binds over and over even though I knew it was useless. I was so bored. Even a cell would be better than this. I could actually stand, and I probably wouldn't be bound to a bed. 

I stopped tugging and stared at my once blue dress. It was now cut along the side, and caked in blood on most of it. 

I stared at my feet, now bare, and searched for my boots. Nowhere to be found. 

Ugh! I must've left them in the barrel... 

The barrel! It was filled with gunpowder! If only I could... I searched the room and found an old English pistol I had seen before, sitting on Hook's desk. It was almost as if it was mocking me. Just there, no tricks, sitting helplessly.  I smiled knowing part of my plan. 

But how do I get out of here? 

I laid back and stared at the wall again. 

Well.. It's suicide... but worth a try.