The Pirate Princess

Pirates

I sit waiting for something to happen, for someone to burst through the door and rescue me. We have stayed at this inn for two days now. The burly man, who I have learned is named Scar, comes only to bring me breakfast and dinner. I have ran through the events of the past week in my head over and over again. There's nothing else to do but sit and wait. If this keeps up I'm gonna go mad.

I hear a soft clicking noise, it's the dead bolt being removed. I look at the window to see what time it is thinking that its morning already, but the sky is dark which means it's sometime around midnight. I quickly and silently make my way to my bed and cover up with the thin blanket. The door squeaks open a crack just as I close my eyes. When the person opens the door wider, light pours into the room making me fight the urge to cover my eyes. I hear the soft footsteps of someone walking around my bed. It can't be Scar because he stomps around like an elephant. I hear a voice that's not Scars either. It is soft yet ruff, demanding yet patient, a sound that's sweet to the ear but full of dangerous deceptions. I can't make out what it's saying. I feel someone's hand running up my side, following the curves of my body, stopping on my shoulder. The hair laying on my face is swept away gently as if by a caring hand. The hand caresses my face and turns it so it's facing up towards the sky.

"She will do. Does she behave?" I hear the voice say.

"Yes for the most part. She talks a lot though, more than should be aloud." said Scar, his voice raspy and sore. My back is sore from my position so I casually turn from my side onto my back.

"Shhhhhhhh, you'll wake her," whispered the mystery man. "Tomorrow we set sail at sunset. Deliver her dinner around 5:00, don't forget to slip the sleeping medicine in it to knock her out. We don't need her waking up in the middle of us transferring her to the ship." the voice said as it got softer and farther away. I hear footsteps and the door shuts, taking with it the warm light, the deadbolt clicks back into place. I sit up in bed, the darkness surrounding me on all sides again. 'Well, one things for sure, I'm not eating dinner today,' I think to myself as I curl up in my blanket, drifting into a deep sleep.

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I wake to the smell of blueberry muffins and sausage. I sit up in my bed and see a small table with a tray of food and a glass of orange juice. I get out of bed and carefully inspect the food. It smells alright, it looks alright. I peel the cover off of the muffin and pinch a piece between my fore finger and thumb. I inspect the inside of the muffin and I cautiously taste the pinch in my hand. It tastes alright. 'Maybe it's just my imagination,' I think to myself as I sit down at the table and pick my way through the food. After I've finished my food I down the rest of the orange juice. Noticing a white frothy liquid at the bottom, I drop the glass. It hits the ground, glass shards splintering and scatter around the room. I hear thundering footsteps out in the hall way. The room starts spinning and I pitch sideways landing roughly on the floor. I see Scar in the doorway, a small grin on his darkening face as the sleeping medicine took hold of me.

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I awake to a gentle rocking. I sit up in a bed that is unfamiliar to me and look around the room. The walls, floor, and ceiling all consist of dark brown oak wood. The bed I'm laying in is simple consisting of soft sheets, a thin blanket with a small comforter folded at the foot of the bed. The pillow soft with a black silk pillow case embroidered with the symbol of pirates in white thread. The symbol consisting of a canon with a canon ball being shot out, with the classic pirate flag, a skull and crossbones, fluttering in the wind behind it. The room contains a medium chest at the foot of the bed, and a small desk across from the bed. There's a small port hole open above the desk, allowing a gentle breeze to flow through the room, the sweet salty smell of the ocean riding it. Off to the side a small table, big enough for two to sit at, is bolted to the ground so not to be thrown around during a storm.