Temptations

ɎChapter♠TwentyɎ

Elias sat against the wall, his legs spread out in front of him, when Jack came down and opened the gate. He wordlessly threw a clean shirt and pants at him. Elias looked up at him.

"What do you want?" He asked, teeth clenched.

"The Captain wishes to see you for dinner." He said, his British accent strong and pronounced.

"You can tell your Captain to shove it up her arse." Jack narrowed his eyes.

"Get dressed now, or starve for the next three days."

His comment told Elias they weren't planning on killing him yet, and that the dinner wouldn't be a classy means to kill him. With a threatening gaze, he stood up and picked up the clothes from the ground. When Jack made no move to leave he said, "What? No privacy?" Jack only smirked and Elias' scowl widened.

After Elias changed, he followed Jack up out the hatch and onto the main deck. The pirates watched him walk past them, their grins wide and feral as they drank out of their rum bottles. They whispered to each other, laughing when Elias would look at them.

Jack said nothing as he opened the door to the captain's quarter and gestured for him to walk in. Elias kept quiet as he took in the room. The large dining room table, covered in food and wine. The large amount of candles and lanterns lit the room as it swayed back and forth with the waves. Gaspar sat at the head, a wine glass in her hand as she sat back with legs crossed.

"You took your time getting dressed." When he said nothing she sighed and motioned to the seat beside her with her glass. He wordlessly sat. "Wine is such a fine drink, but honestly I think I prefer rum." She said, grinning as she placed her glass, empty, on the table and walked to a shelf. She'd taken off her coat, exposing the long, ivory dress covered in black lace, and her brown leather boots. When his eyes rose back up to hers, he found them staring back at him with a smirk. "Feel free to look, Admiral, you won't be getting any more for a long while. Elias only narrowed his eyes.

"What do you want?" He asked and she rose her brows in amusement.

"Oh, bossy." She muttered, sitting back down with a bottle of rum in her hand. She took a quick swig before answering. "What do I want.. What do I want? Well, your cooperation would be nice, you know for the questions I plan on asking. Um, Your silence about my gender and all. I mean you know how it is out there. No one likes to be scared of a woman. Ay, Dios. Que más?" She took a large bite out of the chicken thigh from her plate. Looking unbelievably graceful as she did. "Oh! I want you to not try to escape because it's impossible and a waste of time and finally, I want you to tell me why exactly there were three ships out on the docks hauling supplies for a long while." Elias tensed at the casualty in her last request, but maybe she didn't notice as she continued eating calmly.

"I don't know anything about that." He said stiffly.

"You do." Noticed and didn't care, then. "And I know you do because one of those three ships, was the famous, Saint Maria, your Marvelous ship." She looked up at him, with a mocking grin. "Would you like to rethink your answer?" She said, looking up at him as she drank more rum, still completely sober.

Her eyes were so blue he found himself unable to look away. It was the first time he was able to really get a good look, and he found himself submerged in the ocean of her soul. He saw callousness, and pain, but most of all bloodlust.

"What is your opinion on fairytales?" He asked, instead of answering her. She narrowed her eyes but let him change the conversation, for now, he knew.

"Fairy tales are fairy tales and nothing more." She answered to his relief, "But legends are true, depending on which one you listen to." She grinned. "Tell me, Mr. Keen, what is your opinion on the matter?" She asked, gesturing to the food before him. With cautious movements, he took a sip of the wine. Rich and smooth.

"I think both legends and fairy tales are equally childish and unmistakably delusions of fiction." He scowled.

"Why the frown Mr. Keen? You began this topic! If you were to forget this flimsy topic and answer my original question, I'd hold no anger towards you."

"Miss... Gaspar..." He tried, finding the "Miss" part odd on his tongue. The unfamiliarity and original disbelief both contributing to his difficulty. "I regret to inform you that I cannot help you in your quest for that information." He said, taking a bite of the steak. Perfectly done. She set her cup down and leaned back, joining her hands over her belly as she crossed her legs with a frown.

"Well, I'm afraid you should have eaten more when you had the chance." She tapped the tip of her sword onto the wood floor, and within seconds Jack and another man walked through the door. "Because until you can help me, you won't be eating as pleasantly."