Noblesse of the Dead [A Noblesse FanFiction]→Rewritten

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɴɪɴᴇ ◃───▹ ᴠᴀʟɪʀʏᴀ

In the previous chapter. . .

Blowing some air to take a strand of hair out of her face, Annalise intertwined her hands behind her back and said, "Call me Anna for now."

"Nice meeting you, Anna." Ronan smirked.

Now we continue.

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"You seem to be familiar with the sea, MiLady." A voice pointed out, making Annalise's head turn to the side.

She sat near the edge of the pirate ship, the moonlight making the golden trimmings on her dress glimmer under it, her inky black hair swaying in the way of the ocean's breeze.

"I feel like I should be familiar with them, they are my native seas, Captn'." She addressed the black haired near her left, the one and only Captain Jonathan Ronan.

Smirking, his chocolate coloured eyes shining with mischief. "Is that so?"

Huffing in amusement, the amber eyed beauty asked. "Where were you born? Tortouga? Or another place dominated by pirates?"

'Changing the subject, are we?' He smirked. "More or less. Now tell me something about yourself, Lady Anna."

Arching a perfect eyebrow, she tore her gaze from the male to the starry sky. "My parents are dead." She began. "I can't really remember how they died, just that they did." Her lie went past him as he didn't dare question it. "I lived by myself for a few years, then, I..." she trailed off, a nostalgic smile playing on her lips, "I met someone. He was really nice to me, and I went with him, more like he took me with him." She chuckled at the memory of her waking up in Lukedonia's fortress. "I met people that in such a short time I began to call family for I have long forgotten its meaning. But..." she smiled sadly, "I desired explanations to my unanswered questions, so I left them standing there, wishing me good luck, as I went on my way." And so, her story concluded. "You could say that in a way, I never truly wanted to leave because back there, I received so much."

"So much what?" Ronan asked, desire for knowledge about the pretty foreign lady clearly slipping through his veins.

Turning around and walking away, she headed for her temporary sleeping quarters.

"That is a story for another day. Good night, Captain."

Watching her go, Ronan didn't even notice when one of his crew mates, a boy around eighteen years old going by the name of Jack, came up to him.

"She's got ya' wrapped around her finger, Cap." He pointed out.

"What was that?!" He voiced his surprise by yelling at his subordinate who didn't seem to even care about his captain's outburst.

"I said, she's got--"

"I heard ya' the first time." Ronan cut him off. "Honestly Jackie, you gotta learn to be less blunt."

Smiling, the younger boy said, "I guess that's just my way, sir."

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The next day they were supposed to arrive in E-Rantel, the pirate crew surprised to have not encountered any difficulties in their sail.

Although that wasn't to last as the ship suddenly rocked back and forth in the salty waters, making it shake from the waters' impact on the wooden vessel.