The Pirate's Prince (ManXBoy)

Chapter 1 Cargo

<< A picture of Sebastian>>

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Sebastian's P.O.V.

I keep running, bumping into merchants and townspeople as I sprint. I almost fall over but make a quick recovery. England was never known for its sturdy rodes.

I can see the port coming up just ahead, the masts of all the boats reaching up into the cloudy grey sky name that clear. The smell of sewage being poured out of windows from the row upon row of shops and apartments that I run bye is almost too much for someone like me to handle. The air is thick with the pungent moisture. It looks as if a storm is coming.

I keep running, dodging in and out of alleyways, hoping i'll get lucky and lose them. I just need a good place to hide.

My lungs are on fire and I'm struggling to breath. The sweat covering my baudy has gone cold with the chill of the wind.

As i come up to the port i see an opportunity to hid as a pile of barrels roped together are sitting on one of the docks and for the moment seeme to be unmanned. I make a quick turn while ducking, hoping the hords of people buzzing around the ports filling their ships with cargo will hide the direction I go in. I open the first barrel, it is filled with gunpowder. I open the one in the second row, which luckily for me, is empty. I give a quick glance around and climb inside, closing the lid on top of me. I hear there voices as they pass by.

"What the hell?! Where d'that little bastard go!? He was right hear was'n he?! For fuck's sake! Alright, all you start looking around, ask if anyone around here has seen him." My heart sinks. I definitely ran into a bunch of people that saw me. There's no way i ran in hear without someone seeing me. It's only a matter of time before they realize that I'm hiding somewhere here, and once they figure that out, I'm dead.

I'm still crouched into a ball as the heat starts to build in this small compartment. It may have been spring but it feels like I'm experiencing the full heat of summer in this thing. Suddenly i hear footsteps that are coming in my direction, I'm hoping to god that they're just going to pass by and head to one of the boats doaked. The footsteps stop, they sound like there right next to me.

"These ones two?" I hear a guy yell. Right next to me, that's how close he is and I'm hoping to god that he's not talking about checking the barrel I'm in.

"Ya, those ones two." My heart's in my stomach and I'm holding my breath, even though I know he will not be able to hear me breath over the roar of people outside. Suddenly I'm moving, and not because the top of the lid was lifted, because the entire barrel is being lifted.

Right about now would be a good time to get out because i have no idea whether this thing is about to be put onto a buggy or a boat, and well, if it's put onto a boat there's no escape from that. I can't exactly get out right now though, it hasn't been that long since I heard those guys looking for me so there's a good chance they're still looking around this area.

"Shit man! I thought these barely were supposed to be empty, did i grab one of the gunpowder ones or something?" Oh fuck, he can't check, if he checks and makes a scene I'm done for. My heart is beating even faster than it was before, I feel it tossing my body with every pump as if it wants to kill me two.

"Quit complainin cause you got a bit a heavy cargo, we all got ta pull our wait to earn our keep." For fucks sake, I thought my heart might give out right then and there. The news would read 'prince found dead in a barrel'. Ya, that would be something I'm sure my dad would love to hear right about now.

I don't know where we are but I know at some point we went up something and then down a flight of stairs before I was set down. I really want to get a little more air in this thing, or at least more than the cracks in the barrel offer. But popping off that lid could give me away, especially since i both have no idea where i am or who is around me. But by the fact that i feel as if I'm rocking and that i can still faintly hear the sound of water is really worrying me. I figure that they probably only just started to load up, what I'm assuming is a ship at this point. So if i wait thirty minutes or so i can try and sneak away before they cast off. My breathing finally starts to become regular and as the adrenalin starts to wear off a wave of exhaustion washed over me. I think... I'll just... close my eyes... for a...

I wake up to the sound of people running above deck and yelling at each other. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fucking fuck. I fell asleep... Im stuck on hear, holy fuck, I'm going to die here, there's no way they're going to believe me if i tell them I'm the prince, i mean why the hell would the prince be stowing away, well accidentally stowing away, on some random merchant or cargo ship. Suddenly i hear a bunch of people scramble down the stairs and start opening some of the barrels. My heart's in my throat and i find myself once again holding my breath.

Not this one, please not this one. I hear cannons being fired. Well my problems might be bigger than just being found out at this point. I might just end up dyeing right here on this ship without anyone even knowing that i was ever hear. Thats a fucking depressing thought. Suddenly, the very thing i was terrified of happened. The lid above me was lifted and now rather than holding my breath i felt like i had lost the ability to breath all together.

I freeze as light pours into the barrel from above, i just keep staring at my knees, knowing full well things could only get worse from here.

"The hell, another fucking stow away huh!" I hear a scraggly voice say. "All right, come on, get out of there!"He says as he grabbed me by the shoulders and yanks me out of the barrel.

"Ok, I know how it might seem but I have an explanation." I say putting my hands in front of me. The dirty looking man, with matted hair spits on the floor next to me before speaking.

"Yea yea they all do." He says as he grabs the back my shirt bunching it into a fist and yanking me to the side. I stumble over as he does, trying to keep my footing. He starts to take long quick strides towards the door, dragging me along behind him. Just before he reaches it though, the door explodes into pieces.