Elizabeth Sinclair

Chapter Three

Chapter three

The keelhaul

As she starred into the darkness that had held her close for several days; she couldn't help but smile. Carousing privateers in each their own cell, chanting their day away. They each had something to live for and yet it was clear as day; that they in fact wouldn't survive. She on the other hand, were indeed lucky to know Edward.

Elizabeth clung to the hay as as she closed her eyes, trying to remember her life at Newhaven Port. The sweet smell of their signature rum still filled her nose as she thought about it. How she longed for a drink; but drinks were for the crew, which she had no intention to side with. As she lets out a sigh she opens her eyes and slowly gaze around the room, catching the lanterns glowing light by the door. Something had changed. It lit up more than it used to, which could only mean one thing; one of them were set to see the sunlight once again, and Elizabeth hoped to be picked. Not only because she had missed it; but because she knew if someone else got picked they wouldn't return.

As the cold had surrounded her body, it were now clear to her, that Edward was serious. She knew what Edward were capable of and she knew that he would put her through hell. Edward had always gotten what he wanted, without hesitation. Even if Elizabeth didn't corporate, he had always found a way to the finish line; in some ways she admired that, and when she thought about it, there were loads of things she admired about Edward, his willpower and determination, his passion, his kindness and the way he always tried to protect her from any danger; except himself. Which she admired even more, and if she had to be honest with herself it even turned her on. The thought about their bodies pressed up against one another, as he had the knife against her throat. The fact that she knew he were capable of cutting her throat in seconds, but chose not to. The danger and excitement in one bowl, slowly brewing. She knew she had to taste more of his anger, his passion and his determination. It was what she fell for in the first place.

if only she had known what it had led too...
But she couldn't. She couldn't have known how any of it would have turned out, how she violently got thrown out of the cell and into the captains quarters.

And even tough the hunger had pinned her down, Elizabeth still didn't give up fighting. She had been fighting for as long as she could remember, and she didn't want to stop. Not now, not ever. She didn't care what it took of her, how much strength she needed. All she knew was that this was going to be her biggest challenge yet.
''Elizabeth'' ''Edward'' she answered as the door closed behind her. Her chains had cut her wrists and the stained blood had covered most of her arms and fingers. ''I spy ye tried to escape?'' he put his legs upon his desk in front of him. ''Apple?'' He smirked. ''I know ye 'aven't been eatin'. We can't 'ave ye at full strength onboard now, can we'' ''I know ye don't care about the contract, what do ye want? Is it me bloodline?'' Edward laughed.

''Ye know. When we're done here, ye'd be like crack Jenny's teacup'' he swung his legs down, before standing up. With a knife in one hand, he picked up the apple from the fruit basket between them. He slowly walked towards her, cutting the apple one bite at a time. ''The thin' be. Either ye make it easy fer us or ye don't. an' it would be such a shame if we 'ad to keelhaul ye'' Edward leaned towards her face, inches away from her lips. As their eyes met, Edward smirked.

''I don't answer to scurvy dogs like ye Edward'' she growled. ''Very well'' Edward smiled as he drifted into thought. Before she could react, Edward had his firm grip around the chains, pulling her forward. Biting the pain in her, he threw her towards his desk, bending her down upon it. As he slowly pulled her dress up, Elizabeth couldn't help but smirk. ''I ne'er mistook ye fer such a man'' Edwards jaw tightened as his finger ran up her outta thigh. ''Ye should know me better than that there Eliza'' he whispered in her ear as she felt a sharp, cold object run over her flesh. ''So I thought, but again ye could also 'ave stopped it from 'appenin' aft then, an' ye didn't. So I guess-'' His fingers had found its way around her neck, clenching it tightly. ''Coward'' She gasped for air.