In my dreams I was back in the frigid black ocean, tossing and turning in its endless folds. I awoke to not much else. Creaking wood and the scent of sea salt in the heavy air surrounded me, I opened my eyes to a ray of brilliant sunlight, making my head throb even worse than it already was.
Man, that was some dream, I thought, Scared the crap out of me... I paused a moment, listening to the sound of the wood. The Lodge was certainly old, but I hadn't expected it to be this chatty. You know what they say about old buildings, they like to talk. Swallowing, I sat up and was overwhelmed with nausea. Clutching my stomach I stumbled out of the bed. I could feel the floor pitching and yawning slowly under my feet and was instantly thrown into a childhood memory of sailing with my grandparents, feeling the shifting waves through the boat.
Looking around once more, trying to ignore the excruciating pain deep in my skull, fear swelled inside me to find the room I was in was not my room at the Lodge. These walls weren't pale blue, the window neither open or even square, but rather a porthole. My breaths came in quick shallow gasps as I lurched towards the door, reaching for it's handle, only for it to swing open just as I touched it.
Stumbling to right myself, I found myself facing two large men. One was a young man, not much older than myself, with curling brown hair and blue-green eyes, while the other was older, fading blonde hair and deep set brown eyes, both faces frozen in an expression of shock.
"She's awake!" The younger one said, almost to himself, as he stared. The older man remained silent, eyes lingering below my face. I looked down to find myself still in my white nightgown.
Now I like to think of myself as a relatively logical person, not a complete brainiac, but still above the feminine stigma that when girls are abruptly placed in extremely strange and stressful situations we faint. Now faint I did not, but I suddenly found the idea quite appealing. It would've been much easier than having to try to figure out what on the good green earth was going on.
Shrieking my hands found the door before I even knew to draw breath. Slamming it shut in the two strangers faces I sat down and pressed my back against the warm, damp wood.
"No, no no no no no!" I muttered frantically. "No, this is not happening." I felt tears well in my eyes, panic threatening to overwhelm me. "Calm down, calm down. Think this through, you have to figure out where you are." Talking to myself made me feel as crazy as I felt afraid, but my fathers blood was riling up in my veins. Kidnapped? Me? Dragged off to who knows where, and done who knows what with? I don't think so! Bracing a small wooden chair against the door I scrambled to the pitiful window, dismay filling my heart at the sight.
Endless water, wave upon wave dancing, unbroken by land of any sort. There wasn't even the more meagre piece of dirt on the horizon. Turning around, my mind began to whirl.
"Right... So step one, figure out where I am, still yet to accomplish." I rubbed my head, alarmed at the large bump on the back of my skull. "But on a screwed level of one to ten, I'm roughly at a reasonable 30." I slumped onto the bed, the straw mattress crunching softly under me. "Step two, find out who I'm dealing with."
Slinking over to the door once more, I pressed my ear to its mildewy barrier. Outside I could hear the sound of men talking, but over the sound of the boat creaking and the multitude of chatter, I couldn't make out what they were saying. I leaned harder into the door, trying to grasp at anything that I could use to help myself.
Bang!
My heart stopped as someone knocked loudly on the door, scaring the living bejeebies out of me.
"Miss?" A new voice called, firm and certain. "Miss, please open the door."
After countless hours of reading books filled with gloriously courageous people who have a witty comment for every situation, you would think that I'd be able to come up with any number of sarcastic jabs that would put Christopher Eccelston to shame, but I was blanking.
"I want to speak with whoever's in charge!" I demanded, trying desperately to keep my voice from shaking.
There was an audible sigh accompanied by a chorus of grumbles, followed by withdrawing footsteps. Thinking on my feet I whirled around, searching for anything that could count for a weapon. My tiny room was fairly sparse, but I spotted the head of a nail peeking out from one of the boards. Running over, I pried it free of the wall and clutched it to my heart. Whatever good this little, crooked piece of iron would do, I would certainly not go out without a fight. Glancing down at myself I chuckled despairingly.
My recently shredded nightgown, baggy as it may be, still displayed my narrow frame for all eyes to see. My knees where bent in slightly, shaking from both fear and a deathly chill in my bones, and I had hunched my shoulders defensively. I probably looked about as dangerous as a wet kitten. As I heard the more footsteps approaching, I steeled my nerves and took a deep breath. Straightening myself I placed my hands neatly in front of my hips, concealing the nail within their grasp, and made my face slide into complacency, which wasn't too hard for me since I did it whenever I had to speak to my classmates.
Another knock came on the door, this time more slowly and more firm.
"Madam, I am Captain Tristan Merrick, please open the door." The new voice was considerably deeper than the last, his tone commanding my attention.
"How do I know you won't hurt me?" I asked, my voice sounding far more calm than I was.
"On my word, not me nor anyone else one my crew will do you any harm." Captain Merrick promised solemnly.
Swallowing I walked over to the door and removed the chair, opening the door to reveal a literal boatload of men. Most of them were relatively mundane, however some of them somehow seemed separate from the horde. Like the tall one with curling brown hair and blue-green eyes that had opened the door the first time, or the short man resembling a fourteen year old with cocoa brown hair and thundercloud blue eyes that stared without ceasing, taking in everything there was and more. Or the pale man leaning against a beam, with striking light blue eyes and a devilish grin.
But the one who caused me the most fear, and awe, was the man before me. Tall, middle aged, with eyes a mix of too many shades to confine them to a single colour. His hair was the shade of sand and his skin bronzed by the sun, wearing a deep red shirt and black breeches.
"Madam," The man bowed slightly, "Allow me to reintroduce myself, I am Captain Tristan Merrick, welcome aboard the Aestus, the finest pirating vessel on the seas." The captains men chuckled and grinned maliciously. My heart sank.
I'm going to be killed, after being teleported to who knows where, by who knows what, without any of my family knowing what happened to me. My thoughts soured sarcastically. But hey, at least I've met some pirates.
A/N : sorry about not updating in a while, and sorry that this is so short.... But thanks you guys for reading! Please comment with anything you guys would like to see happen, and I'm always glad for some constructive criticism!!
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