Sea Rover [SpainxReader]

Chapter One

   Shivering and aching, (Name) missed the sweet comfort of her bed. Yet the chains around her ankles were the cold reminder of where she was now. They were the reminder of how savage pirates had stormed her village, burning, killing and looting. A reminder of how the survivors had been lined up before the captain to have their fates decided.

     Now (Name) sat huddled in the depths of a pirate ship, her nightgown torn, hair mangled and ankles shackled alongside a handful of other girls from her village. It had been maybe a week since their captors had stolen them from their quiet lives and the reality was perfectly clear. Groups had already been taken from their cell of a room as they had periodically docked. Only three remained locked in chains beside (Name).

      They all jumped as the door to the small room they had been confined to opened, revealing a burly bald-headed man. All of the girls held their breath as the man scanned the room, an unpleasant scowl adding the air of intimidation. The girl next to (Name) whimpered as the beady eyes fell upon the two of them.

     "Ah, yer the one 'dat made the Cap'n angry, ain't ya?"

     Angry? Oh the red headed man had been furious with (Name) when she spoke out.

     "All ye' lasses are Cap'n Allistor Kirkland's property now!" The scruffy man shouted at the grouping of huddled village girls.

     (Name) recognized the name. Mr. Hughes was the talkative kind and whenever she would drop by with her deliveries, he always shared the best gossip or stories that he'd picked up from his seafaring patrons. Kirkland was one of the biggest names in piracy these days. Though she'd only heard of Allistor once before, all the rest of the news was about the infamous Captain Arthur Kirkland.

     "Who's he supposed to be? The mermaid hunters brother?" (Name) had only muttered it under her breath but apparently pirates aren't hard of hearing. The scruffy one backhanded her in response, the force knocking her to the ground.

     None of the girls moved to help but (Name) didn't blame them, they were terrified and (Name) had just been the volunteer for the demonstration of what happens when they mock their captors.

     "Aye, what's da' problem here lasses?" The red headed man himself strode up, smug grin on his face as he eyed the quivering women.

     "Snarky one there called ya' da' mermaid hunters brother." The scruffy one gestured to (Name), who was still lying where she had fallen on the ground.

     "Oh did she?" The dark menace behind his voice sent shivers down her spine. (Name) knew of the cruelty of pirates and she already regretted testing their limits already but she didn't expect to be yanked upwards by the collar of her nightgown, staring face to face with the killer Scottish man. "And would she care ta' repeat herself?"

     Yet despite knowing their cruelties, (Name) was not one to stand down. "Who are you supposed to be? The brother of the mermaid hunting looney?"

     (Name) was surprised that she was still alive at all considering what she had said to his face.

     "Bring dat one up to the Cap'n." The bald man directed, shoving another man with a ring of keys into the room.

     Dread sunk into (Name)'s stomach as he went about unlocking her shackles and binding her hands with rope. All of the captive girls knew what the pirates would do with them. They would arrive in a port any day now to be sold if the crew didn't have their way with them beforehand. (Name) prayed to anything up above to save her from letting Captain Kirkland have his way with her.

     The keyholder shoved her into a well decorated room, one (Name) could only assume was the captain's quarters. The redheaded man himself stood hunched over a desk, with his back to the door, allowing the keyholder to leave without a word to his boss.

     "Took those idiots long enough." Allistor turned to face her, a smirk plastering his face as he eyed (Name)'s poorly covered figure.

     The shivers of disgust returned, and (Name) wished she had worn a thicker gown that night, one that maybe wouldn't have torn when the Captain yanked her up the collar. She stood her ground as Allistor approached, refusing to look weak, even if she had just spent the last weak chained in the hold of a pirate ship.

     Grabbing her chin, Allistor forced her to look him in the eyes. The eyes of the man who had orchestrated a deadly attack on her home. His very existence made her blood boil, even if he scared her witless.

     "Ya' know what I want with ye' lass?"

     "Unfortunately," (Name) muttered, glaring straight back.

     Allistor's grip on her chin tightened. "Well lucky for ye', I don't play with filth." Pulling away, and gesturing behind him, (Name)'s attention was drawn to a wooden tub in the far corner of his cabin. "Get yerself cleaned up and then yer real fun will begin."

     (Name) let out a sigh as the red head left, the telltale click of the lock sounding behind him. She'd never heard of a man acting like this towards a captive woman, especially a pirate captain of all men, but she did admit that she smelled absolutely rancid after being locked up for a week. So, she approached the full tub and shed her torn night gown without a second thought. (Name) figured she would take the opportunity to clean up, given she wasn't sure when the next would come.

     The pirate captain had even mustered up the decency to leave out a bar of soap, towel and what looked to be a spare dress. After scrubbing off what grime she could, (Name) fingered the cream-colored dress she'd been left. It was better than her torn night gown, a bit short in the length and too big around the bosom but she was in no position to be picky. After all, if Allistor had his way, she wouldn't be wearing it for long.

     Waiting for that inevitable time, (Name) wandered the quarters, browsing the few books the captain had sprawled across his desk, his maps, the trinkets that disclosed how far around the world he and his crew had sailed.

     It was almost making (Name) more stir crazy to be locked in Allistor's room than to be locked up with the other girls. It must have been the impending doom, the dread coiled in her gut. Dragging this all out was making it ten times worse for (Name). So, she made her way to the door, planning on pounding on it until she managed to grab someone's attention. Fist raised, and ready to bang on the door a crack cut through the silence as the ship tipped violently to one side, throwing (Name) at the wall.

     "The hell?!"

     (Name) could hear the shouts echoing in from the ships deck along with the cracks of gunfire. There was a fight. Running to the window (Name) craned her neck to find a view of another ship approaching.

      Captain Allistor Kirkland's ship was under attack.