The Poison Rose

Tres

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When I woke up I couldn’t move. I opened my eyes and all I saw in the candle lit room was barrels. I was swinging slightly side to side and looked down to see that I was laid down on a white hammock type thing. When I looked again, it was about five or six feet above ground.

Where the hell am I?

I felt rope in my mouth and on my hands. My tongue accidentally slid over the rope and I choked, coughing loudly.

It tasted like shit.

I squinted my eyes, and the hammock and its surroundings both of them swayed violently out of nowhere.

I panicked and fell off of the hammock, making a loud thump and in the process probably breaking my wrist.

“Agghh…” I moaned in pain, it hurt majorly.

“Hey, Cap ‘in! I think she’s awake!” I looked up towards the ceiling, where the muffled voice seemed to come from. It sounded like a Spanish accent.

A loud commotion sounded from above and the room was filled with muffled ‘Really’s ‘I’m gonna see this’s and more.

Thumping of feet and sounded above me and I came to the conclusion that I must be under a level.

Dust fell down from the ceiling and landed in my nose.

I gave a heaving sneeze and it made my wrist hurt.

I was miserable.

I had no idea where I was, how I got here, or any memory of the last I presume, two months! And it smelled like pickles!

I tried to move my legs to try and stand up but they also where tied.

I’m not aloud to move anything, am I?

The commotion continued until it was right out side of the door.

A jangle of keys sounded outside and my heart hit overdrive.

Oh, God.

The jangling finally stopped and it was quiet for a second before the door swung ajar.

I took one look and all of the memories came flooding back.

“Phoo!” I tried to yell ‘you’, but it didn’t work because of the rope.

“Phoo tid tis! Agghh!” My wrist started to hurt again and I curled up into a ball, my eyes not leaving the ‘cap ‘in’s.

A glare on my eyes and rope on my lips, I watched the group of men who strangled the doorway.

The man in front was not average, but not perfect. His black bangs cut in front of his eyes and his hat over one eye.

He had on baggy pants with tight boots that came to his mid calf on. And a large, loose fitting red shirt with a bag over the side. A bunch of dohangies like a telescope, a compass, and a gun hung off of his loose belt.

He had a straight nose with a little roundness at the end, and bit of stubble.

Hands on his hips, his brown eyes calculated my body and his head cocked to one side.

I waited for him to make a move, when finally he seem content and tilted his head back slightly.

“Me gusto…yes…I like it.” He tried to purr seductively, his Spanish accent dripping like sexy poison through his teeth. He then walked over to me.

He men agreed and poked their heads in more.

He stopped and crouched, his hands pushing me up into a sitting position.

My eyes flickered from him to his men and back and forth.

The ship gave another lurch and I fell on my wrist again, pain shot fiercely up through my right arm.

Good thing I’m left handed.

I released a cry that sounded more like a moan.

His brows pulled together a bit at the nose bridge and then he sighed.

I was still curled up in pain.

I felt myself being lifted and opened my eyes.

Glaring at everybody who we passed, he carried me up a flight of stairs. It was roomy since most of the men had moved upwards to get a better view when we made it to the top.

Why he was carrying me, I had no clue. It was just a broken wrist.

But I wasn’t going to argue, his chest was warm anyways.

When we made the last step, he turned and I got a good look of where we were.

I was astonished.

The sunset was in my eyes and the same wind that kissed my face and blew my hair, powered mighty blood red sails.

Looking higher up I noticed something flickering slightly, back and forth.

It was black, and I could hardly make it out.

But when I did, I felt my moth drop open.

That was a pirate flag.

This meant that this…is a pirate ship…