My Treasure (Norman Reedus Pirate)

Twenty Nine: The Port

A few days later, the ship was pulling into a harbor. Norman had explained that this town welcomed pirates, but I had to stay close to him. Not that I was complaining. I was actually getting pretty excited for it. Norman and I were standing at the head of the massive ship, watching as the harbor neared closer and closer to us. Norman's hand was on my waist, his hand rubbing my side. I glanced at him, smiling a little.

"Any special place you're going to take me?" I asked, leaning closer to him.

"There's a tavern just inside the town. It serves the best scotch you've ever tasted. Plus, there are loads of experienced captains there who have mighty fine tales to tell. You'll like it." He reassured me, leaning over and giving my temple a kiss. "But you stay within my reach the whole time. Some of these men are like the pirates you've heard about, and not a lot of ladies are in here. Just stay close to me. They'll get the idea."

"Ok." I muttered, feeling the sword handle in my belt. Norman smirked at me.

"That's my girl." He grunted, before letting me go and tending to other matters. I leaned against the rails, watching the lights of the harbor come into view. It was dark out, with the moon high in the sky. I sighed, letting the breeze play with my hair.

"Good evening, Princess." Jack greeted me, leaning against the railing beside me. I rolled my eyes. Ever since I came back, Jack kept calling me Princess.

"Isabelle." I corrected him. But he shook his head.

"Nah. Princess." He stated. I laughed a little.

"When're you going to stop calling me Princess?" I demanded.

"When I wanna." He declared, scratching his black stubble. "Ready for tonight?"

"Yeah. I'm pretty excited." I said, smiling at the town. I could already hear the music playing.

"Good. But I should warn ya; stay away from Captain when he's drunk. He tends ta get a lil'...frisky." Jack warned. "When he does get drunk, jus' come ta me."

"Ok..." I mumble. I've never known Norman when he was drunk.

"Yeah. Don' worry. I'll be sober. Someone has to stop the fights he gets into." He muttered.

I nodded, feeling a little fearful. "But won't he be mad that I'm not with him?"

"He'll understand in the mornin' when his head's a-poundin'." He reassured me. I nodded again, feeling my stomach churning a bit.

"I hope nothing happens." I muttered.

"Nothin' will if ya find me. I'll be at the bar if ya need me." He stated, before straightening up and heading away. I nodded to myself, waiting for the tide to bring up closer.

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On the dock, Norman had a firm arm around my waist. We were walking into the Port, passed many different people. Most of them drunkards sleeping next to or inside barrels. Some were riding horses around the dirt road, stopping to talk to old friends or to hit up on a tramp. Most of these tramps wore dresses that nearly showed their breasts, and were lifting their skirts up a little for the men to see what they had to offer. A few women were leading drunk sailors into desolate rooms, and I could hear moans. Luckily, the music mostly drowned it out. I caught a few eyes on me, looking me up and down. I felt violated from their eyes, and walked closer to Norman. I glanced up at him, and saw him shooting glares at every man we passed. I rested my head against his shoulder, noticing that a few women were eyeing Norman as well. I shot them glares that could turn Medusa to stone. But none of them seemed to notice me. In fact, one tramp walked right up to us.

"Hello, Captain." She moaned, trailing a finger along Norman's chest. I glared at her, then up at Norman. He seemed uninterested, luckily.

"Good evening, Ma'am." He said politely, and tried to step around her. But she followed, determined to bed Norman. My Norman.

"Wanna see a few tricks?" She asked, winking at him and lifting her skirt, showing her long, lace covered legs. I glanced at Norman, hoping he wouldn't look. But he was, and I saw a little spark of interest in his eyes. That made my blood boil.

"Excuse me, but who the hell are you to talk to him like that?" I demanded, stepping in front of Norman. The blonde tramp glanced down at me.

"Oh please. Let this respectful man have some fun with a real woman." She spat.

"That man is mine!" I declared, stepping up to her and squaring my shoulders.

"Oh please. What'd he see in you?" She demanded. I was getting extremely angry at this point. To where I was seething.

"More than he sees in you." I retorted.

Suddenly, she shoved me into the ground. I gasped at impact, and immediately sat up. I felt a small pain in my stomach from the impact, and my worry immediately fixed onto that. Norman leaned down to help me, but I smacked his hand away. I got to my feet and ripped my sword out of its sheath. But when I did, my stomach protested again. I hid it, and glared at the woman with fire in my eyes. For a moment, the woman looked scared, which I took great pleasure in seeing. By this point, the whole town was watching with excitement. I even heard a few bets being made on who would win.

"He. Is. Mine." I growled. "So unless you want your whore ass in the ocean, I'd suggest you stay away from him." She glared at me, then at the sword in my hand. Slowly, she stepped away, towards another man. I sheathed the sword again, and turned to glare at Norman. "Why didn't you stop her?"

"What could I do?" He demanded.

"I don't know! Shove her away? Would that be too much?" I demanded.

"I can't hit a Lady-"

"Oh be quiet." I growled. "You could've told her no, and not looked so interested in her!"

"I wasn't interested in that whore!" Norman snapped. I could see the vein in his neck starting to bulge.

"Oh, it sure didn't look like that when she lifted her skirt! Are my legs not good enough for you?" I demanded. I felt a little hurt, especially since it was me who was carrying his child. "Are you no longer interested in me because I'm pregnant?"

"Of course not!" Norman exclaimed. Then he stepped forward and gently grabbed my hips. "I love you. I love you and only you, Isabelle." He murmured, leaning his forehead against me. I sniffed once, placing my hands on my stomach. "Come on. Let's go to that tavern I was telling you about." He murmured, wrapping an arm around my waist. I leaned against him, wiping away tears.

"I love you too, Norman." I mumbled. I felt him give my temple a kiss, holding me tighter.

"I'll make it up to you tonight." He murmured, moving his hand to my thigh. I nodded, resting my head on his shoulder again. "I'm sorry. You're right. I should've shoved that whore away." He mumbled.

"I'd happily slice her to little bits if I could." I mumbled, and I heard Norman laugh.

"I know you would. That's why you're mine." He stated, and with that, we walked to the tavern in each other's arms.