The Sea Witch's Revenge (ON HOLD)

Chapter Twenty-Six

"What happens to you in the daylight?" Victoria asks as she hangs off the bed, her head upside down.

The captain lets out a long sigh. "Enough of the questions, Victoria," he mutters lowly. She rolls her eyes and sits up. Her head spins as the blood shifts upon her sitting upright again.

"You're right. I'm asking too many questions. I should go out and help Otto with dinner."

She spins around on the bed and stands.

"No," the captain replies, not looking up from his work which consists of cleaning and polishing muskets.

Victoria throws herself back on the bed in frustration, letting out a long groan. 

"You could always help me clean these weapons," he replies curtly.

Victoria pulls a face and mimics his words silently.

"I am not helping you do anything whilst you keep me trapped in here," she replies a few moments later.

"Then carry on being bored and be quiet doing it," he says, still not looking at her. She clenches her fists, trying to hold back her frustrated anger.

Pain ripples through her stomach as it twists and cramps. She groans and pulls herself into a tight ball.

"You wouldn't be able to help Otto anyway in that state," he mutters. Victoria grits her teeth as they start to grow.

"Whose fucking fault is that?" she hisses and resists the urge to throw something at him.

"Yours," he replies.

Victoria almost growls. "You should be really careful with how you speak to me Captain, you're starting to look awfully tasty."

He raises an eyebrow but doesn't engage in her comment. That almost makes Victoria angrier so, before she can do anything, she turns away from him and pulls the covers over her tightly.

The cramps continue to worsen, making it feel like her organs are being rearranged and that she is being stabbed repeatedly over and over.

"That's it, I need sunlight," Victoria says, her body feeling all sticky and dingy from being cramped up inside.

"Don't even think about opening those doors," the captain says lowly. Victoria glares at him, then at the doors, where a bright golden thread leaks through the gaps.

"It's not my fault you're still awake," she hisses. "But just because you can't, or won't, go outside, doesn't mean I have to live my life in your shadowy pit."

Victoria stands up and winces once more as her body straightens.

"Victoria," he says lowly, the warning clear in his voice.

"What?" she snaps.

He stands as she makes her way to the door.

"Get back into bed and rest," he tells her. 

"I will rest outside whilst being cooled down by the fresh, morning sea breeze," she replies, her hand curling around the latch.

"Don't open that door, Victoria," he warns, walking around his desk.

"Or what?" she snaps, spinning around to face him. "I've had enough of this! I've had enough of your empty threats. You aren't going to kill me, you aren't going to throw me overboard, or-"

"Do you want to bet?" he asks lowly, interrupting her.

Victoria grits her teeth. "You wouldn't dare," she challenges.