Chapter two - a friendly whack on the head

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Chapter two - a friendly whack on the head


Updating a little early, because fuck it. I'm going back to school soon and your comments are always a nice temporary distraction from horrible facts like that.


Love ya little whores.


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"Nothing is ever done in this world until men are prepared to kill one another if it is not done."


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"Well, Frank," the captain said. "Welcome aboard the Black Freighter."


I scoffed. "Some welcome."


"Excuse me?"


"Sorry, but the whole atmosphere just doesn't feel very friendly to me."


The captain furrowed his brow, looking almost offended.


I stared at him. "I'm tied to a table leg."


"That was just to stop you running away while the ship was in port." He pulled out a dagger and cut away the bindings, and I struggled loose then stood up.


The captain glanced me over, his eyes dragging up and down my form, and I shuffled back a step, uncomfortable under his gaze. "Why exactly am I here?" I demanded, using the confidence I had while I still had it.


"We just needed an extra pair of hands to help around the ship," the captain said nonchalantly.


"Why me?" I asked. "Why get someone to traipse all the way across town to my house to grab me when you could have easily taken someone from one of the homes along the coast, no fuss?"


Captain Bryar paused. "Well, we heard-"


We were abruptly interrupted as the door crashed open. "Captain!" a man yelled, skidding into the room. His brown curls were tangled and dry from the ocean air, and his frayed clothes spoke of a laborious position on the ship. "Captain, it's- it's the Aurora!"


The captain's eyes darkened, and his fingers automatically ghosted over the pistol on his belt. "All hands on deck," he roared, suddenly fearsome and aggressive.


"And the kid?" the curly haired man asked, nodding in my direction.


"Stick the girl in here with him to keep him company."


'The girl'. My stomach churned at his words. I desperately hoped that this girl wasn't some concubine planning to have sex with me. I was small and terrified, and I knew I would be an easy target.

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