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Chapter 3: Why?

“Say Miss Grenville, are ye any good with a sword,” He said, standing up.

“I’m as good as a sword as you are charming,” Emily frowned. He grabbed her hand and pulled her up so her face was close to his.

He smiled, “No need to brag then.”

Emily moaned from the tapping sun-light against her face, she wondered how long she’d been asleep. She yawned, still not managing to fully open both eyes. Her mind was fuzzy, the last offcuts of a dream being chased away by the realization that she was awake again. It was a nice dream. In her dream she talked with the Captain and he introduced her to the crew and taught her to sword fight. She also remembered the distinct taste of candle wax in her fish. But these memories were becoming dimmer and dimmer with each toss and turn she made. She rubbed her hands up and down against the sheets she was lying on, and then it dawned on her; Her bed was made out of fur, and it certainly did not have sheets. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. Soon everything came into focus. She could see the Cabinets, the table, the photos and maps on the wall. She was in the captain’s room, in the captain’s bed!

 “Oh no, Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no what happened?” She whimpered. She was alone in the room; The Captain must already have been working.  She curled her knee’s up and dug her head in them. The door flew open and she could hear the man’s footsteps walking towards her. She kept her head in her knee’s trying to remember what happened the night before realizing that her dream wasn’t a dream; although she was still trying to convince herself that nothing more than what she could remember actually happened.

The footsteps stopped right next to the other side of the bed. The man laughed. She lifted her head out of her knees to look at him. “Captain?” she grumbled, “Please, please, please, please, please tell me nothing happened?”  

He grinned, “No.” 

“No nothing happened or no you won’t tell me?”

“Nothing happened”

“Oh okay that’s good, well then maybe you can explain,” she said quietly before yelling, “WHAT IM DOING IN YOUR BED!?”

“Relax, relax Emily, nothing happened. After ye passed out I carried ye to the bed and here ya are,” He sighed, “I just thought ye like a bed rather than the ol’ bear skin.-”

“BEAR SKIN,” she groaned, “Eww, I slept on that, I can’t believe-”

“Which is why I thought ye be liking a bed,” he cut in.

“What is this? The markets. Buy a bed; it already comes with a man.” she whined. SHE looked up at the Captain, sulking with her bottom lip puckered out. He laughed and smirked again, “The beds bloody big enough for two, besides I didn’t sleep next to ye, as a matter of fact I didn’t even sleep here.”

He sat down next to her. “Did you know you talk in your sleep?” He said nudging her in my sides.

“I so do not.” she shrieked, “Do I?”

“Yer, Yer. Ye said somethin’ about taking me picture cause I’m so handsome; ye know ye’d only have to look up handsome in the dictionary.” He laughed and she punched his arm mockingly. “Ow,” He said smiling clasping the other arm that she didn’t punch.

She looked at him, and they both laughed.

He cleared his throat. “Well, I’m sorry for the scare, Emily,” He said getting up off the bed and walked towards the door, “If you’ll excuse me.” He walked out closing the door behind him.