Riptide (PirateJunkratXFem.Reader)

#5= Chagrin

The journey to all the way to Capri was not going to be a short one, two weeks at the least, and only if the winds played in your favour. But those two weeks seemed like an eternity, two weeks of constant trepidation, seeing as the destination was the grave of so many shipwrecks and lost souls who had been devoured by the Sirens. And you were probably soon to join them if Jamie didn't come to his damn senses.

This excursion was doomed from the start. Was that really worth the sweet taste of revenge? You were terrified, seeing as Selkie was probably counting on you to succeed in this seemingly impossible task. You, some scrawny girl who had never fought a battle in her life. Hah! laughable. You couldn't even catch a regular bird, let alone one the size of human, with sharp teeth, talons and a woman's head. How would you ever get one of their teeth? Those deadly, razor-edged teeth.

At least you were getting a little better physically. Now that you received a relatively steady income of food, even if it was relatively scarce, you began to build up a somewhat healthier amount of body mass. One could still see most of your ribs and hip bones poking through your skin, but your general outlines began to soften into slim, sylphlike curves. And you even noticed your chest began to take a rounder form, sprouting into perky breasts after a while. To your dismay, that was, seeing as the more feminine you got, the more likely it was for you cover as a man to blow. And that would be the end of it. As a women on a pirate ship, that would be your death sentence.

And as much as you enjoyed telling tales to the crew, seeing as they began to treat you rather well and with a certain respekt you could truly appreciate, what made the journey a little bitter however; was undoubtedly the captain himself. Something during that bargen with the sea witch had made him especially irritable, and noticeably more antagonistic towards you in particular, to your calamity. Seeing as you were some sort of ill fitted pet for his amusement, whenever he was in a bad mood, you were the one to feel it first; as he seemed to push you around and mock you order to ease up his abysmal mood.

If that was in the form of being tripped to the ground violently when he passed you by on deck until your knees were chafed raw, a short but painful punch in the arm or side that was sure to leave a bruise, having to tell him tales all night until your throat was parched; or just plain using your arm as a place to put out the still glimmering tobacco from his pipe just to watch you whimper in pain, which always left a few mild burn scars on your skin. And you soon began to take the abuse wordlessly, not because you were too afraid to talk back to him or defend yourself, but because of those evenings he didn't act like a complete bastard conceal your odium towards this scummy pirate captain.

Those evenings when he was so drunk, all that tough facade of the captain vanished and turned into the sweetest, considerate, and surprisingly humorous man who treated you considerably well. It was on those nights that you couldn't help but adore Rat, and even though a scarce delight that he let you sleep on the couch or even shared a pleasant conversation with you, those few moments of kindness were enough to make you forget all the maltreatment.

Seeing as he was the only person on this whole damn ship, and your home island for that matter, that sometimes treated you with some fondness. You just couldn't dare to detest his witty grin or those bright, gold tinted eye that in some fleet moments looked at you like it treasured your company.

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After about a week on your voyage towards safe death however, it was one of those especially horrible days again. Jamie just had been absolutely miserably anxious and nasty the entire day, pacing around deck whilst chanting curses under his breath, pallid and trembling, inhaling one pipe after another; and was generally speaking irked about everything and everyone that passed him by. Like a walking, talking, powder keg that was ready to make everyone's day pitiable if they dared to anger him ever so slightly.