Everything was dark, only a small light looming in front of you. You slowly opened your eyes, struggling to move. Your whole body throbbed with pain, especially your head. Your nose bled, as the somewhat cold air stung your nostrils. You had no energy whatsoever, so it way beyond you how you were able to stay awake. Finally, when your eyes opened fully, light flooded your vision. You immediately closed your eyes once more, as the brightness made your headache worse. You grunted. Suddenly, you heard a shout in your ear. "Yah!". Your eyes snapped open as your eyes darted to the right. A soldier. You moved your arms to defend yourself, but they didn't move. Curious, you pulled at your arms again. What the hell is going on? You tugged each arm a few more times, and still no cigar. Getting annoyed, you pulled more violently. The soldier who yelped at you stared at you, clearly entertained. A light chuckle left the man. Looking up, he had rather brown hair. His skin looked quite clean, yet pointed and timeless, as if it were the surface of gold. " You, may want to study your situation before you try anything, ma'am." Confused, you looked at him with the expression of a dog who didn't understand something his owner must've said. You took a final tug before you strained your dead weight to turn your head. Something cold gripped your arm. Jumping to silly conclusions, you thought you were being held by giant, copper, bears, until you realised something:
You were chained up, between two stone pillars.
Eyes wide with fear, you began violently kicking your legs as the chains around your legs rattle in rhythm with your movement.
The soldier chuckled with amusement. "Ask yourself, is kicking somehow going to magically make you appear out of this cell?" He asked, mockingly with a smug expression. He stood in front of you, as he lifted your head, making you look up. Several times, he would tilt it quickly to one side, and turn it rather uncomfortably making your neck pop in unwanted ways. Curious and rather annoyed, you opened your mouth. "What're you doing?" You asked, in a disturbed and disapproving way. Not letting go of your head, he gave a half added answer, due to the of him concentrating so hard on, whatever he was doing. He mumbled something along the lines of "You'll see later," before dropping your head. In relief, you instinctively went to rub your neck. However, you pulled your arm just to be pulled with the fat that you were chained up. After awhile, he took out a small leather book that seemed pocket size. His face perplexed, he paced around. Finally, after a few moments, he took out a pencil. He began to look as if he were starting at you with the intention on selling your soul, and seeing how much it was worth. It disturbed you, yet it didn't point to him being a foul man. He looked as if he had an epiphany, when his attention was rested on you. "Ah, could you favor me in turning your head to your left, merely a bit please." He stated, more than asking. In annoyance and stubbornness, you turned your head completely right. He looked annoyed as he rolled his eyes, and wrote something down in the small book. Honestly, it bothered you that you couldn't see what he was writing. While he was engulfed in the book, you took a moment to try and peer at the cover for the least, hoping to pick up any words on a page or whatever you could catch a glimpse of. For all you knew, he could possibly be writing some sort of report on you about how stubborn you were, and how this behavior was, "Unfit for a lady", and would somehow cause you a great deal of distress. The possibilities of what he could be writing were endless, but thee all had something in common : they could all possibly lead to your misfortune, which didn't help any of the anxiety building up from being cupped in this room with an ignorant soldier, and lack of movement. Finally, after a suspected eternity and you creating a possible paradox of questions, he closed the book and averted his attention back to you. He walked towards you, the book in his hand. He reached out another hand to shift your head again, but you looked away quickly. He sighed in annoyance. "You know, the most you could do is comply with my simple requests. All I'm asking you to do is turn your head." He said, mockingly. Scoffing at his words, you rolled your eyes while averting his sights. "Well maybe if I knew what you were so keen on inspecting me about, I'd be a little more compliant." You said, dully and annoyed in a sort of way. He grumbled as he tilted your head, making you lock eyes with him. He seemed deeply interested in your eyes. A disturbed chill crept down your spine. What was he looking at? What was he going to do? You couldn't really escape in a place like this. That thought rang throughout your mind before it suddenly hit you : Where exactly were you? You would have looked around, but the soldiers iron grip on your neck made it impossible to even tilt your head in the slightest. You suddenly felt breathe hit your neck, snapping you out of your thoughts. Your eyes looked down, as you saw the soldier breathing rather close to your neck. A little too close for your liking. He stopped once he saw you notice, and released his hand from your jaw. You dropped your head, and weakly looked up at him, a low rumble of frustration rising in your throat. The chains rattled as you did, hitting the cold floor. He smirked, rather grimly. You used the last bit of your energy to speak. "What, d-do you want?" You said, in a raspy voice. You'd kill for water in that moment. Your voice sounded like a cracked cheese grater. After a moment of loud silence, he mumbled quietly and took you chin into his palm, bringing his face close to yours. His warm breath hit your neck and face, bringing small warmth. It was still uncomfortable, yet okay. His eyes bored deeply into yours, sending shivers down your spine. He was locked on you. Still staring, his disturbing face turned into a sinister, sly grin. "Simple, but in your case, it isn't." he said, walking over to your chained arm and lifting it. He took your hand, and inspected the ring. You tried pulling your hand away, but no use. He paused, staring at you. "Captain Y/N," he said, quickly and straight to the point. "Captain obvious," You replied, cunningly. So, he knew you were a sailor. Then he should also know that this is indeed no way to treat a lady, even before she died. If you were a man, this defiantly would not be happening, unless he swung his cannon that way of course, but it seemed unlikely. He sighed and dropped your hand, as the chains caught it. It pained your arms a bit, but you didn't budge. He paced around you, studying every aspect of your body and features. You shifted uncomfortably, as the chains rattle slightly, clinking against the floor. "I've always had a rather, foul, opinion of pirates," He paused. "I'm a sailor, not a pirate." You corrected, with a roll of your eyes. He continued, ignoring your comment. "Sailor, pirate, same thing. Both sail and both love the sea. What's the difference?" He once a again trailed off, stopping his pacing and standing behind you. He prodded the side of your neck, possibly searching for any symbols burned into your skin, or any ratios that connected to any sort of tribe or magic witchery. You flinched back, falling, yet still being held up by the chains, as it set you into an awkward pose of a frozen bird trying to fly. He laughed lightly. "Pathetic, you look like an intolerable bird, you know." He said, concluding his sentence with of course, something ignorant. You knew this man all but possibly, fiveish minutes, and he was already pissing you off. You grumbled, as you were tempered to lift a certain finger located directly next to your ring finger. He continued staring. You stared directly back at him, but not in a on intense manner rather, an annoyed one. Truly, this man just decides to play with you, appearing to know you like the back of his palm, and you had never seen him in your whole entire mortal existence. Who did this imbecile think he was? A god? He wished. He was more of a demon. The notion went on for a solid three minutes, before a small click disturbed the moment. The door creaked open, catching your attention. A rather young soldier stepped halfway in, hand gripping the door. "Mister Smith, the crowd is getting anxious." He said, shyly. The man stopped stating at you as he averted his attention to the young man, as you did too. Crowd? You thought. What could he possibly mean? You asked yourself, mentally. A crowd could mean many possible things, and they all went under the category of court punishment. That brought you into full consciousness. Without thinking, you spoke up. "Where exactly am I?" You asked, rather annoyed. The young soldier turned his attention to you. However, man you currently spoke with, didn't react due to the reason of his attention being clicked with the young man. He smirked as a grunt left him. He stood straight, and slapped a hand on the young soldiers shoulder, making the young, poor soldier jump in unexpected surprise. His eyes and head darted at the current soldier. "Explain this one, I've to get the noose before the case." He said, walking off while muttering under his breath. You stared at him as he walked off, glass to see him leave. He exited through the barred door, as it made a loud banging sound when it sealed shut, echoing though the small room. Wait, a noose? Who said anything about a noose? You thought, tensing. Nooses were never a good time, never. They always, and always, pointed towards death. The young soldier noticed your expression, with rather sincere eyes. He took unwanted pity on you, seeing how you were more frozen than a statue, not even blinking seeing as though you were deeply in concentration. He sighed. Every prisoner was miserable after hearing anything related to death, seeing as though they knew nothing of the horrible fates to come fourth into a cruel, dark light. You didn't react like the others, flipping out, but he could tell it bothered you. Feeling sorry, he spoke up. It was really a shame to see such a balanced woman in this sort of state. A bloody nose, barley any energy, and looking as if she hadn't eaten in years. Calmly, he found his voice. "Ah, miss? Are you alright?" He asked, gulping down air. You sighed a bit more violently. You rolled your eyes, still annoyed. Did every single soldier have to have some sort of fatal flaw? First an asshole, now a dim witted late bloomer. Of course, he was nicer, and you could tell just by how he twists his foot in a nervous way after standing for too long. Grumbling, you shot him a nasty glare that made him lean back a little. You really didn't want to Hurty his feelings, but him asking if you were alright ticked you off a bit. Of course you were not alright. For all you knew, this may be your last humane conversation before you greet your fate. "No, I am not bloody 'Alright', I might get hung!" You said, raising your voice but not yelling fully. You would have been flailing your arms like a ship sail, if it weren't for the chains and your lack of energy. The chains clinked and rattled with every attempted movement to stretch or consider lunging at him. He scooted back slightly, not wanting to find out if you were strong enough to break off those chains. Shaking slightly himself, he regained composure. Finally, when you gave up on moving, your face was stale with tiredness. You sighed, looking away. He raised a finger as of to make a point. Please, any point he could make right now would make the situation worse, which wasn't even possible. Sighing, you decided to hear what he was going to point out. "Correction, you will be hung, but it's not as bad as you think. If you're lucky, it might take as little as five minutes to die. Besides, the burring holes are quite nice this time of year" He said, trying to lighten the mood. You stood corrected. He probably thought he was helping the situation. Obviously, he wasn't. You raised an eyebrow. Honestly, how did he ever land a career as a soldier? This was in no way helping you relax. Besides, you didn't trust him. He could possibly be trying to get information on you before you died, and was trying to get to you so you'd be vulnerable enough to water down into letting some sort of useful information slip. However, this is a card you were prepared for. Your stubborn nature wasn't going to let him get through to you. Even if they tried beating the information out of you, all they would earn is a scarred woman and a puddle of blood, and a possible middle finger. Deciding to play the same card, you grumbled. "That's not that bad," you mocked, as you began chuckling. He noticed this, and calmed down. After a minute of laughing at how entirely idiotic this man was, you hung you head back, a small row of light and mocking chuckles escaped your throat. "Now, I know you think you're helping, but you're not. It'd benefit the both of us if you stopped right now and gave up. I don't mean to be rude, but please just do your hub and I'll comply. You seem easy to work with so I'm willing to be nice. However, this whole act of you trying to be a bit like the best friend really isn't helping me calm down if that's even what you're trying to do. If you just want information, you're not getting it even over my dead body. Literally. End of discussion." You said, in a fed up tone. You would have been yelling louder than any mid day bell and the chains would have been rattling as songs of curses flow from you mouth like a rushing waterfall. Instead, due to your tired state, you were calm, cooled, and collected. You were ready to greet death, because it meant not having to fae idiots and sarcastic assholes. The young soldier stared pitifully at you, shaking his head. You impatiently tapped your foot, the only limb in your body that wasn't being held gown along with your neck. You snapped your neck to line side, earning a loud, satisfying, pop. Sighing one last time, you looked away. This really was the end. Death. Being hung by red coats and patriots. Your mind was racing, as you couldn't think straight. The young man just stared as he readjusted his hat. Nothing he was doing had been working or getting through to you. He really wanted to help, but his job was a large barrier in helping you. Well, he could at least make small talk. Sighing, he looked at you with annoyed and tired eyes. "Miss, I know you're going to...die, in a few moments, but hear me out. Wouldn't you want to speak with a sane person before you are handed to death? Think about it, judges don't take kindly to pirates, and will not let you have any say so in whether you live or become deceased. " He asked, sadly. You prepared a witty comeback, but the words froze in your throat. Honestly, speaking to someone before you died would be nice, but what would you talk about? The color you would want your noose to be? What flowers you want at your funeral? However, he was only trying to help. Guilt had spread over you, making you feel horrible. Sighing, you complied. Reluctantly, you turned your attention back to him. Out of shame and boredom, he resorted to fumbling with his keys for amusement, like a mere child. This man is idiotic beyond belief, You said, mentally. Finally, you spoke up. "Look, I know I seemed snappish and annoyed at your kind behavior, but, I'd actually enjoy a person's company before I accompany death." You said, bluntly. He looked over in disbelief, as if he had misheard you. After your words finally sunk it, his face lit up. He rush walked over to you, smiling his ass off. He smiled as he went up to you, an annoyed look on your face. It was rather strange in your opinion that he was this happy to speak to a person, better yet a woman, in chains. Sighing, you decided you didn't have much longer before you would be possibly hung, so the best question to ask at that moment would be the time. He calmed his smile, not wanting to look too exited to the point it would disturb you, which he was a bit late on. Signing, you gave him a weak smile. You might as well try being nice. If you didn't, you'd look like an asshole. "So, what would be the time, and how much longer before I await death?" You asked, grimly yet keeping a weak smile glued to your face. He looked ready to question your words, but refrained as his expression turned normal again. "Three fourths until seven, and you have until six noon tomorrow before you are, well, murdered. You'll need sleep anyways, since the punishment won't possibly be ready soon. The reason for this delay is because they caught the tail of a rat who has been pestering nealy everyone across the sea. I have an idea of whom he might be, but I'm not sharing opinions. If I do, you might actually know him and may have a connection. In some way, you'd possibly be able to connect some sort of way to escape. We aren't taking any chances with this man, and are under full oath and command not to expose his identity. I would truly love to chit chat about it, but I sadly cannot." He said, sadly. Nodding, you sighed, trying to stretch your arms at least a bit. Your neck was uncomfortable, so you quickly twisted it to one side, redeeming a satisfactory pop. Letting out a breathed moan of relaxation, you settled down. "So, no hints of whom he might be? At least tell me he isn't from my crew. They are also sailors, key word, "sailors", whom would rarely find themselves confided with trouble." You said. He raised an eyebrow. "Sailor? You're a sailor? Then how are you in here?" He asked. You squinted at him. Surely Johnson would have been running his mouth faster than a carriage speeding downhill while talking about you and that ring, and so would any man. Or maybe he did, but it was an inside thing that they would keep from the young soldier. You wouldn't be surprised. After all, you doubted he could even harm a mere seagull. He seemed weak like that. He couldn't sit still, and he kept his head low. He was overly exited when anyone even glanced at him, and it disturbed you slightly. Either way, you were shocked he didn't hear the reason you were here. "Ah, long story short? I have, a novelty that a certain soldier tried taking from me. Since he couldn't get his hands on it, I was arrested. I don't know why, but he called me a witch. That, is the reason I'm here." You said, annoyed ta the memory. The soldier took a step back, giving you a perplexed look. "You're a witch?" He asked, curiously. You groaned aloud. Surely if you were a witch, you would know why they had called you one, as you clearly stated in your story. If you could, you'd hit him with his own musket. Deciding he was probably sick in the head and they gave him this job out of pity, you were not going to press him for his idiotic mix up. "No, I'm not a witch. I was accused of being one though." You stated simply. He nodded in understanding. You both had a small chat, it mostly consisting of the things you've done and the thing that bothered you both. "And the worst part is that I'm here for a bottle of rum that my "brother" wanted! How damn non simplistic was it for him to borrow some money and buy the rum his damned self!?" You said, jokingly. The soldier laughed, as he listened to your story. His face was slightly red, as he laughed heartily. You smiled, happy that your joke made him nearly loose breath. "Ah ha, oh goodness. Your quite the interesting person miss.." He said, training off. "Y/N. My name is Y/N." You said, not to confuse him. He nodded, sticking out a hand. "Ah, and I'm Terrance Boshiéve (Bosh- Eve). Pleasure to make your wondrous and kind acquaintance, miss." He said, his hand sticking out. You simply stared at it. "You know...I'm still...chained...and I can't really..." You said, trying to fin the best way to say it without sounding rude. "O-oh! I'm sorry, I sort of forgot for a moment." He said, apologizing. You laughed kindly at his mistake. He was kinder than you thought, even though he was still quite hard headed, he still had a heart softer and smoother than silk. You finished laughing, smiling decreasing a bit. "That's fine. Anyways, since we are on first name basis, I assume we are friends, yes?" You asked. He blushed, his face a salmon color. "A-ah. Of course!" He said. Suddenly, the door to the small room you were in opened, a loud jarring and metal screeching sound powering through the room. In stepped the man from earlier, the one who went to get a noose. "Oh, hello Bosh. How is our prisoner?" He asked, walking up to you. Your expression darkening, you turned away. Terrance noticed this, as he butted in. "Ah, she's been well. I've kept my promise of watching her and making her feel welcome as you sai-" His mouth was covered by the older man's hand. "Ah, good. Anyways, I'd don't believe I've properly introduced myself as thoroughly as Bosh has." He said, smirking at Terrance. "Ah ha, w-well.." Terrance trailed off. The man laughed. "Bosh, it is fine. There is nothing wrong with communication. After all, this is the most I have ever seen you speak. Please, enjoy yourself. You seem to like communicating with prisoners a lot. This one especially." He said, his smirk now pointed at you. Terrance stayed quiet, his blush growing more by the millisecond. A small and unheard laugh escaped you, as you watched him grow more and more embarrassed. The man noticed this, as he cupped your face. He stared deeply into your eyes, resembling his little interrogation he did earlier. Still examining you, he spoke. "Your job here is done Terrance. Go on and, speak with the other prisoners. I have to finish getting down some information." The man said, waving Terrance off. Nodding, Terrance turned to leave the room. He shot you one last, worried glance before he left out of the already opened door. He grabbed the handle, as a loud metal creak was followed by the sound of the door shutting. Smiling, the man closed his eyes. "Now, I don't think I've told you who I am, or what I am doing. I'm Ache Withers. I know, Ache isn't all that friendly of a name. But sadly, it is my name. Anyways, may I ask yours?" He asked, smirking. You simply stared back, growling. Not a single bit of red met your face, as you gave a firey look. "Your mother must've pulled shit out of her ass instead of a name, cunt." The man shook his head, laughing. "Hilarious. Such an uncensored young woman I see." You growled even more, your shoulders tensing as you glared. "You won't be seeing shit when I rip your goddamn eyes out of your head. Disgusting sexist bastard." The man laughed, leaning in close. "Well, I guess I can show you how much of a bastard I can be, "
