The Pirate Prince L.T

Where is Ellie?

Chapter 2

Time was unbearably slow.

Though it was slow, Lillian had to say she was grateful in a way.

Louis hadn't put the blind fold back over her eyes before he stomped off and with that, Lillian got a full view of the dark and damp room she was in. To say the place was horrible would be an understatement. Nothing but closed walls, a single lantern-candle above that had burned out of wax ages ago, and a door straight ahead that kept her reminded that she was a prisoner... Well, that and practically everything else around her.

Her good clothes were dirtied from sitting on the grim coated floorboards. Having that in mind, she could only imagine how torn up she looked.

Even if the capture of her ship had to only have been a few hours back, Lillian knew that she must have looked a mess.

From her resistance since she'd been tied in this salt smelling box, she was too tired. Around her she could feel that her position on the massive boat was toward the lower levels.

Lillian's thoughts stopped.

She knew she wasn't going to be killed, or at least she wasn't going to be just yet.

Her fingers trailed over the cold collar fastened to her neck. Even though her wrists were still heavy, it was the reminder of her lifeline that extended out farther than those who were on her ship.

The only reason she was still alive was because she was a princess...

She knew that pirates sell people as slaves and considering how Louis just shackled her and left, it was kind of scary to think of her future.

From a princess to someone's slave.

She would much rather jump overboard.

The familiar sound of feet moving in the hall hit Lillian's ears and she found herself tensing up instantly.

Lillian released a breath and pushed herself against the wall behind her to sit more upright as the door knob turned and was opened,

"Certainly is dark in here... Louis didn't think to change the light in the candle before he ran to take his walk?"

Clearly a male with a young voice, Lillian found herself watching up through her hair as the stranger, came in. A lad with a brown hair that appeared somewhat annoyed by everything in the room.

"Christ and look at this room... What the hell was Louis thinking?" He ran a hand through his hair as placed the burning lamp on the hook that once held the lifeless candle in replacement.

Unable to help herself, Lillian spoke, "I doubt he's capable of doing that. I'm willing to bet that he never had a proper education."

She didn't know why she talked. Honestly, the man in the room could have very well just turned to her and slapped or kicked her for speaking badly of the captain of the ship, not to mention it wasn't like her opinion would mean anything.

"Yeah, you're right. He doesn't think much... Or at all." The words weren't filled with sarcasm as Lillian intentionally expected,

"But anyways, I'm Liam, the First Mate of One Direction."

"Charmed." Lillian sarcastically remarked,

He was a criminal after all, no matter how harmless he seemed...

Liam didn't seem to pay much attention to Lillian's clear underlying message of 'Fuck off' and whistled lowly, "So, do you want to stay in those clothes all night or would you rather I fetch something for you?"