Pirate!Scotland x Male!Crew! Reader

Aye, Mate.

Currently sitting on a trio of barrels, you were currently watching your crew mates scramble everywhere and tripping along the way to get across the large ship in a quick flash and then repeated the same situation again to get back.

You cock an eyebrow at them and you hunched over, not caring about your posture right now.

You huffed and you decided to draw your attention elsewhere, getting bored to watch the crew fluster around the ship. Looking out at the vast ocean, you narrowed your (e/c) eyes, remembering the day you had to flee the country of Denmark. You cringed as you revision the awful memory...

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You, being held captive, struggled against the rope that was bounding your feet and wrist together. And to make matter worse, the rope was tightly wrapped against your skin, causing your wrist to bruise a bit. Plus the rope was super itchy, so it made the bruise turn into a deep violent color.

If you could get out somehow, there'll be no success. There was a Norwegian man guarding outside of your cell. Apparently, Lukas, his name, was thinking about how he had better things to do rather than safeguarding a pipsqueak.

Lukas sighed in irritation, but still held his emotionless face expression together.

You wouldn't dare try to cross path with him, nope. So..you just sat in the middle of the cell, not wanting to move anymore that'll cause the ropes to rub against your skin again. Sighing deeply, you glance around the cell.

It was well lit, however, bars were everywhere at a large opening and no possible way to escape through the window, which you originally planned to go through.

The cell was made up of large gray cobble stones, along with the floor, which was covered and scattered about, with some pale, yellow hay. Next, was a narrow arch in which the door, a wooden one, was squished in between the middle of the arch. A wall of cobble stones held the arch together and there was large enough opening where you could see the guard clearly, but not big enough to crawl through. Old spiderwebs hung from the cobble ceiling. Bits of crack could been seen on the stones.

Basically, in shorter terms, the cell was shitty, but large enough, and was lasting this long with its last leg.

Annd, also, you were a prisoner of the Captain Matthias, or, the King of Denmark.

You were just strolling through the villa of Esbjerg, which was a beautiful, small port, trying to look at something before being knocked unconscious.

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The people there was extremely nice, however, they told of rumors that their "King", were to be returning this afternoon.

You were confuse as to who this "King" was, and asked a nice elder lady who was the King was. Surprised by your question, the elder lady glanced around, and whispered, "What do you mean by, 'Whose this fellow man, name, King, that I hear so much upon my ear?', Why he is the leader around here! If i were ye though, young man..I've avoid the man as much as possible!", she lowered her voice, then put a smile on her wrinkle face. She continue on, "He's the lad that overthrew the real King here at Esbjerg! It only took 4 weeks for that mister to take over this port. Plus! He had 4 other lackeys under his wings! So it made it easier to overthrow the King of Esbjerg. Just the thought of the sir, makes my old bones shutter.", shaking her head a bit.

You were surprised by the sounds of this man, then you said your thanks to the nice old lady, and waved goodbye to her when you decided the best option is, to leave Esbjerg as soon as possible. You took your leave from the villa.