“Let go of me!” I scream, kicking the pirate in the shin. He doesn’t budge.
“I don’t think so. My Captain wants you, and what my Captain wants, my Captain gets.” The man utters in my ear, making me shiver. His breath smells full of rum and alcohol, and I choke at the odor.
I struggle, but it’s no use.
I’m going to die. They’re going to kill me. This is the end, I think desperately to myself.
We walk onto a giant ship of some sort. The mast towers high above me, and the old floorboards creak beneath my feet with every step. Filthy men go along doing their own assigned duties, pausing to stare at us for a moment before returning to work. Everyone seemed really old and grouchy. Well, everyone except for a boy my age mopping the deck.
“Ready to set sail!”
A man appears from out of a doorway labeled ‘Captain’s Quarters’. So this was the God forsaken ‘Captain’. Boy, was he ugly.
“Throw the prisoner in the cell downstairs.” He orders.
I thrust around some more, but the pirate drags me into the basement of the ship and throws me harshly into a small jail cell. He locks the door with an evil grin and leaves, closing the latch behind him. The only light came from the moon flooding from the small window above me.
I’m going to rot in here.
I don’t even know why they wanted me. But that’s the last time I ever walk through a dark alley alone in the middle of the night.
After a couple of long minutes, the latch above me opens again but this time it’s not the pirate from before. It’s the boy that was mopping the deck. In the dimly lit basement of the ship, I notice his striking features. He was pretty good-looking for a buccaneer.
The boy had shoulder length, curly blond hair and piercing blue eyes. He wore rags as clothing, and had dirt smudged all across his face. If he were to get a haircut and maybe take a bath, he would be downright gorgeous.
“Hey, I brought you some food. You know, incase you were hungry or something.” The boy tosses a piece of bread and places cup of water into my cell.
“Thank you…?”
“Oh, sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. I’ve never had a name, but everyone calls me Cabin Boy. What’s yours?”
“Maggie,” I say, scarfing down my small piece of bread, “And thanks, Cabin Boy, for the food.”
“No problem. I hate it when they keep prisoners here. It’s just not fair. Especially since they locked up such a pretty girl.” He says in his fluent British accent. I blush and give a slight smile.
“What do they want from me anyways?”
“I honestly have no clue. Say, how about I break you out later tonight?”
“Won’t you get in trouble?”
“Maybe, but being the youngest on this ship they sorta need me. Captain wouldn’t throw me out, I’m sure of it. I’m like a son to him.”
“Okay…as long as you won’t get in trouble.”
“Don’t worry. It’ll be fine. Rest up. I’ll be back in a couple hours.”
“Okay, Cabin Boy.”
He climbs back up the ladder and closes the door quietly behind him. I try to get into a comfortable on the ground, but it’s no use. I’m not going to sleep a wink. Maybe if I just close my eyes…
“Maggie!” Cabin Boy whisper yells, shaking my shoulders a bit.
“Hm?” I mumble, not yet fully awake.
“You ready?”
“Yeah.”
“Alright. Let’s go.”
He unlocks the cage and I weakly hop out. We race up the ladder, quiet as mice, and I inhale the fresh, salty air. We race over to a small dingy boat and get in. Cabin Boy cuts the rope and we plop down onto the strangely calm sea. He passes me an oar, and we start rowing to shore, which I could see in the far distance.
“Thanks again, for everything.” I mutter.
“No problem. But I do believe I deserve something for aiding you in escaping.”
“And what would that be?”
Cabin Boy smashes his lips onto mine, and I immediately kiss back. His lips are soft on mine, and we kiss even deeper. I wrap my arms around his neck and tangle my fingers in his hair.
Who knew a pirate could be a hero?
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