Thief of Princes (Kid Blink x Reader)

three

𝔗𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢 days later, you were locked in a storage room deep in the hull of the ship. You'd had a change of location twice, since you and David had broken the door off of the first room they'd put you in and picked the lock on the second. So they'd separated you two into adjacent 'cells'. There was a gap of about a handspan separating the wall from the floor and the ceiling, so you could at least talk to each other. Once a day somebody brought you rations and a candle. Usually it was the scum who'd grabbed you and David on the day of your capture, Oscar and Morris.

They mostly just dropped the food down and left, not wanting to get too close or even taunt you from afar ever since you'd taken great pleasure in lobbing Morris in the head with a stale roll after he'd gotten a little too friendly one day.

He'd sported a goose egg for a day or so after, and you were mildly glad you hadn't tried to eat that roll. You'd probably have broken a tooth.

They let you out to use the bathroom twice a day, which you were thankful for. You were already disheveled enough, and with each day grew worse-- along with your hope of rescue.

Then, on the fourth day, your meal didn't come. You waited, and waited, sure the time must have passed by now, when finally you heard footsteps. A different set of footsteps then you were used to.

"Hello?" You called out, and the footsteps stopped, before starting up again. But they were fading this time, going away.

You sighed, and returned to silence. Immediately perking up a minute later when you heard the footsteps return.

"Hello? In here!" You said eagerly, growing more sure that whoever was out there wasn't one of the pirates.

A key turned in the lock of your door, and you scrambled, dusting off your skirts quickly. A boy stuck his head in, looking your age or perhaps slightly younger. His face broke into a smile upon seeing you.

He must be a deckhand or such, you thought, smiling back at him happily. Assuming that either your crew had caught up or maybe even that new ships had been sent out to rescue you and your uncle.

"Y/N, yeah?" The boy asked, opening the door wider.

You nodded.

His grin grew. "I'm Mush. C'mon, let's get you out."

That was all the encouragement you needed, quickly stepping out of the small room.

"My uncle-" You started, looking over one 'cell'.

"Don't worry, I'll send somebody down for him, yeah?" Mush said, gently wrapping a supporting arm around you and leading you for the stairwell. Your legs were slightly wobbly as you followed from the lack of movement, and your brow furrowed.

"Why can't we just get him now?" You asked.

"I need to make sure you're, uh, safe first. Cause we dunno if any of the crew's still mucking around below decks." Mush answered, quickly bringing you up to the main deck.

You looked around, intending to get a look of what had happened with the boarding party, but Mush hurried you across a plank to the neighboring ship. He passed you off to another boy then, shorter and stockier with an unlit cigar hanging from his lips.

"I'll go get your uncle now, yeah?" Mush said, skipping quickly back over the plank.

Your eyes narrowed slightly, taking in the rough apparel of both the boys and the lack of uniform. These weren't... "You're not navy, are you." You spun on the new boy after scanning the empty but clean deck of the new ship.

"What, me? A navy rat? Nah," The boy chuckled.

"So who-" You demanded, when more boys appeared at your elbow. None of them looked over twenty, and none of them looked like a captain.

"Fraid we can't tell you yet, miss, that's the cap'n's job." A small, friendly boy beamed at you.

"The captain?" You quirked an eyebrow, taking a step backwards and away from the boys.

"Yeah." The boy nodded in confirmation. "Oh! Nearly forgot, you're s'posed to be a prizner. Sorry miss." He piped, and a chorus of apologies swept through the boys. You were so befuddled, you nearly didn't notice that your hands were swept in front of you and tied with what looked like a dark blue hair ribbon. Luckily, though, you caught it and flexed your fingers together, creating a pocket that you then used to unobtrusively slip out of the ribbon. You dropped it to the deck, stepping on it in disgust.

"Explain. Now." You said firmly. The whole thing seemed so utterly bemusing, more like a game of pirates you used to play with David and your sister than anything, that your mouth remained shut the entire time.

The crowd of boys parted, leaving you facing the stern of the boat. On the roof of the cabin lounged a boy. One leg dangled off the front, the other lay crossed where he sat on top of the cabin. A straight sword rested easily across his lap, one elbow on his knee as he leaned slightly towards you, as if intrigued. A sly smile that was almost a smirk played on his lips as he scanned you up and down. One eye was covered with a simple brown leather eye patch, highlighting the bluish green of the other. His blond, slightly shaggy hair hung down into his face, partially obscuring the eye patch's band. He was more finely dressed than any of his companions, the tailored clothes marking him as important even if the cloth wasn't all too fine.

The boy's smile turned into a smirk, now, as he dropped to the ground, his sword hanging loosely from his right hand. He walked right up to you with an easy grace, still casually inspecting you. He was taller than you'd thought, easily taller than you, with a definite presence as he walked around you in a tight circle with long strides. He knew how to carry himself; the way you'd been taught in your court training, the way that showed poise and strength. What a pirate-- for he had to be another pirate-- was doing with a bearing like that, you had no idea. Coming to a halt in front of you, his smirk widened.

"Are you going to say something, or are we just going to stand here all day?" You finally demanded waspishly, fed up with his easy silence.

"My apologies," The boy said, sinking into half a bow, more mocking than anything, as he met your gaze, that cheeky smirk still on his face. "Princess."