The Pirate Prince *Larry Stylinson*

A real man of the sea

Chapter 9

Louis didn't know when he fell asleep, but it happened so suddenly and when he woke up his comprehension of time was so incredibly disoriented that he admittedly grew slightly panicked.

Losing track of time was not an option especially considering how little resources he had to depend on while on the ship.

He tried to push his thoughts of Harry out of mind as he slowly got up from the bed. A sharp pain in his backside was an instant reminder of what happened between him and Harry earlier. That little encounter that shouldn't have happened.

It really shouldn't have.

And the more Louis thought about it, the angrier with himself he got because at this point, he wasn't sure if he was upset for all the right reasons.

Was he angry that Harry literally went out of his way to fuck him or was he mad that the curly haired pirate hadn't finished the job?

He willed himself to believe it was the first one, but somewhere in the back of his head he could hear a small voice telling him otherwise. Harry certainly wasn't unattractive, quite the opposite actually... It was just his personality... And overall existence that was plain shit.

Louis tried to push that thought away.

It was in the past. If he went back to England and word got out that the Prince had sex with a pirate and kinda enjoyed it, things wouldn't be pretty for him.

There were clothes for him on the bedside. Louis looked at those with disgust and after wearing them he felt low.

His walk toward the door was in a strange limp as he tried to coop with the pain that came with each step he took forward, his arse throbbing at his stride. Once he was at the door, Louis leaned against it to be sure that Harry wasn't in his study, and when he was positive he didn't hear anything on the other side Louis opened the door.

As suspected, no one was within the study.

The once broken door from the pirate from earlier was fixed as good as new to Louis's surprise,

A relapsing memory hit him as he moved his eyes to the ground where the dead body had once been. A single bloodstain was the only remainder of the now deceased pirate.

Even though Louis knew he shouldn't feel bad, he couldn't deny the tiny piece of human compassion in him that nagged him on how quickly and ruthlessly Harry had just shot the unsuspecting man in the back to end his life. Although, Louis supposed he should note, killing him did save both him and Niall.

Louis continued his way over to the door that ultimately would take him to the deck of the ship, and when his hand touched the knob, he weighed his options of going or staying and thinking of the outcomes.

Realizing he had nothing to lose because, what the hell he was already on a thin line of life or death, he swung the door opened and stepped out.

It was night time so apparently time clearly had went ahead much further in his 'nap' and he found himself growing distressed.

How long was he out?

Several oil lamps were set up on large wooden posts on the ship, and Louis silently watched several of the ship's crew members walk to and fro carrying several items on their being to the lower parts of the ship. Cautiously, he peaked out from the room to view where they were all coming from with the random stuff.

The Rose still docked next to One Direction. The same bridge that Liam and Zayn had stood at attention guarding was still up, and from that point, Louis saw the pirates of the ship actively going on and off between the boats, carrying off valuables that ranged from paintings to provisions from The Rose and onto One Direction.