Treasure: ℛℯ-𝒲𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓃 |Pirate!England X Reader|

𝚇𝙸𝚅

I am carried down a dusky hallway into a dungeon deep inside the belly of the ship, and tossed harshly onto the floor of the small cell, the metal door slamming shut behind me. "You won't get away with this," I hiss through the dust flying around me.

"Shut your mouth, bitch," Lovino barks back. I get to my feet, fists clenched at my side, my glare never leaving his. With a shake of his head and a dismissive wave of his hand, he is the first to back down as he seemingly walks back towards the stairs to the deck. I pace back and forth, examining the walls to see if there was any chance of escape.

I never found one.

A few hours later, I found myself tucked into a corner, my face buried into my knees when I hear a set of footsteps walking down the corridor. The light of the lantern the person illuminated the space, and I squint in discomfort. "Oh, I'm sorry. Is it too dark down here?" I peak my eyes open to find a pair of gentle green eyes smiling down at me. The woman hangs the lantern onto a hook on the wall across from my cell and leans down, pushing a small bowl under the bars. "I thought you might be hungry." Her shoulder-length, light brown hair sways gently as she turns to look at the lantern wall again before sliding her back down it's surface to sit across from me. I sneak a fleeting glance at the bowl before glaring at her again. She seems to notice my hesitance and tucks her hair behind her ear with a giggle, "It's safe to eat, I promise. My brother is a fantastic cook." The food was definitely inviting— I hadn't eaten anything in the last 24 hours. I crawl over just enough to reach the dish, and pull it back to my corner before examining it's contents— a simple stew, of some sort, and a piece of bread somewhat perched on the side. Deciding the bread is the safer option of the two, I bring it to my mouth, and she jolts forward, raising her hands, "Wait!"

"What?" I growl.

She shrinks back into the wall, pointing shyly at the bowl, "You're supposed to soak the sea biscuit in the stew first. It can break your teeth, if you're not careful."

"... This is piece of bread."

"Abel said one saved a man from a bullet," she shrugs. "Better safe than sorry, right?" I roll my eyes, but do as she says and I dip it into the stew, letting it soak for a while before taking a bite. The bread, itself, was quite bland, but the stew definitely helped. The girl quietly watches me scarf down the rest of the food in minutes before I push the empty bowl harshly back towards her. She shakes her head exasperatedly before she perks up. "Oh, I almost forgot! I also brought you some water." She goes around the corner and, from what it sounds like, pours a glass for me. She comes back to the door of the cell and places the water gently down onto the floor before reaching to pick up the empty dish.

I eye her arm in silence, debating whether or not I should grab it and slam her against the bars to knock her out.

Unless she had a pair of keys, that won't help me right now.

I shake my head, slinking back into the corner. She pulls the bowl from the bars, "Are you going to be alright down here?"

"Go away."

"I'm sorry, it's just, it's been so long since another girl has been on-board," she smiles, twirling the ends of her hair between her fingers.

"I don't care."

"If the Captain found out I was down here, he'd have my head, for sure!"

"Just leave me alone!" I stand and grab the cup from the door, throwing it at the bars, drenching the girl from head to toe.

She lets out a squeal and she looks down at herself, shaking her head as she turns and disappears back down the hallway; I hear her sniffle as her footsteps fade away. Guilt washes over my entire body, and I cross my arms, sharply turning away. "She's an enemy," I whisper, trying to justify my actions to rid myself of the guilt.