Prince of the Seven Seas

Chapter 1

This situation was one he never would have imagined himself getting into.

The chains that were kept tight remained heavy at both his wrists and ankles. His position within the dark and damp room was supported with only a single dim candle that hung above in a lantern, which from his prediction, was on the verge of burning out of wax within the next 20 minutes or so.

Slowly, he brought one of his weighted hands upward to run through his dirty hair.

Louis never would have pictured himself in this situation a couple hours ago when he had been pouting and sulking over the fact that he was crossing the English Channel toward France to begin his cultural studies away from home that would assist him when he ascended to the throne from Prince to King of the United Kingdom.

Now, that was a thought of the past all because of the pirates.

Pirates...

They had come so swiftly within the night, like a lightning strike precise and quicker than you can register.

The ship had been invaded by a swarm of the sea criminals and he'd tried to take cover, but he himself knew that once the ship was taken over, there was no stopping them. He had told them they could take all that they wanted; just spare the ship and the crew along with it.

Not that his words as a royal had any effect on the disgusting bunch.

He'd nearly been killed with a bullet to his throat when Eleanor had cried out his name from the arms of another pirate where she had been viciously struggling.

His identity as Prince had been disclosed instantly, and instead of being shot, one of pirate's crew commanded that he be spared. Their accents had been English, but it did nothing to narrow down the possibilities of whose ship he'd been shackled, gagged, and blind folded onto.

Just like that, Louis Tomlinson had been whisked away from his Royal ship and onto the more unpredictable, unknown ship of a group of pirates.

After the lad who had brought him into this room chained him up to the walls, and locked him left, Louis found himself wondering about a lot of things, especially when he felt the ship begin moving minutes after.

He was probably the only one from that ship still alive.

Everyone else was probably dead.

He tried not to think too hard about it, as the simple proposition that Eleanor's lifeless body was somewhere under the waves of the English Channel, was enough to bring tears to his blindfolded eyes... Not only that, knowing how dirty and ruthless pirates could be, his life would more or less likely be ending somewhere along the line.

It was all hopeless.

Who would have thought the Prince of the United Kingdom would be left like this?

Time moved unbelievably slowly within the humid room. Every move the ship took, Louis could feel and though the waves outside had been rather docile the last he checked, he still felt massive nausea from the rocking that he was unwillingly focusing on.

He scowled heavily as he heard the chattering of men bypass the door in the hallway outward. The pirates he was dealing with were apparently of mixed nationalities. The voices he heard seemed to be of two males, one was definitely Irish.

When the voices and footsteps died off, Louis felt himself relax considerably.

Though they weren't there for him, eventually someone would be.

In the mean time, he turned his thoughts back to everyone else...

How would his parents react when they found out that his boat hadn't arrived in France in the morning as planned? How would the country react? The sole male heir to the British throne was gone. Might as well be accounted as deceased.