Captive [Eustass Kid x Reader]

Night 16

Credits: the art above is from ceejindeed, an amazing artist very dedicated to the Kid Pirates - you can find them on twitter, instagram and many other platforms.

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Despite all his big talk, Booka went down real quick.

You smirked while the pirates around exploded in thunderous laughter and cheers.

«And the winner iiis... the marine girl!» one of them shouted.

Thorin elbowed him in the ribs.

«Don't call her that.»

You chuckled.

«I'm next! I'm next!» a young recruit uttered, sitting beside an unconscious Booka and pounding his tankard on the table.

You stood and pushed his face away.

«Nah. Go back to mama.»

The action caused another burst of laughter and whistles, since the skirt of your dress waved in the wind.

«Wow, the girl is pretty merciless, isn't she?»

«Thank god I'm no marine.»

«Don't look at me, I'd gladly be her slave.»

Their stupid comments threatened the smile to further tug at your lips, so you lowered your face, letting your hair slide over it.

A fresh breeze was blowing in the night, and the sea gently stroked the keel of the ship.

The pirates were drinking, eating and shouting all around.

You glanced at Kid's table.

The Mohican was enthusiastically talking about something, Heat was adding a few words here and there. Kid and the others were listening. His amber eyes glided to you and your gazes met.

You couldn't hide your smile in time, so you quickly turned, but not before noticing a strange glow in his eyes.

Someone dragged a few instruments on the deck and music started to animate the banquet.

It was the kind of music you would expect from a crew like that: loud, indecent and slightly dissonant, but you didn't mind it.

«[Y/N]!»

You looked at Thorin and a man with blue-dyed beard called Leo.

«Come dance with us!»

You frowned.

«Dance? I really don't think so.»

«Oh, c'mon!» Leo whined «Do you want that fancy dress to go wasted?»

You looked around.

A lot of pirates were actually dancing. In a ridiculous, stupid and kind of funny way.

Nothing similar at the yearly event for Officers you were used to.

«Sorry fellas, I don't dance.»

A big callous hand grabbed your wrist and tugged you. Your head bumped against Booka's broad chest.

He was a bit unstable on his legs and the alcoholic flush tinged his cheeks.

«What the hell?»

«You won't escape this, woman!» he blurted «You defeated me, now you dance!»

«You are aware it doesn't make any sense, right? WAH!»

He not-so-gently pushed you in the throng, were other pirates grabbed you, sucking you in.