The Princess and the Pirate

Chapter 2

As the ship tossed and turned on the callous waves, Star was unwittingly flung out of the plush bed she rested in and onto the cold, hard wooden floorboards. She jolted awake and got into her battle stance, wand in hand, ready to defend herself. It took her a few seconds for her still half-asleep mind to process that not only did she not have a wand in her hands, but she was also not in her bedroom in Mewni.

She stared around at the room, trying to comprehend her current situation. It was modest, with creaky wooden floorboards and dull, peeling paint. In the middle of the cramped room was the bed she had fallen off of, the sheets strewn off to the side.

Star rubbed her temple, struggling to recall memories of the previous night. That's right, she had gotten a letter from Tom– and hadn't gotten the chance to meet him. No, she had been going to bed, when– there had been someone in her room. She... was she the victim of an abduction?

Star put her head in her hands. She had lost her wand, a family heirloom, to thieves– snatchers! Who knew where it was, or who took it? Who took her? She bit her lip and snapped herself out of her pitiful lament. She would not let something like this bring her down– she would fight against those who stood in her way of freedom.

She shakily rose to her feet, only to be thrown off suddenly by the rocking of the ship. The ship. She was on a ship. Wonderful–if she resisted her capturers, where could she go?

Her thoughts were interrupted by a rapping at the door. Star guardedly scooted back towards the wall opposite the door and shuffled next to the bed. She nervously squeezed the hem of her dress, anxiously awaiting the uninvited guest.

Without receiving an answer, the door groaned open, revealing a girl wearing a creamy white blouse, black trousers, and long, brown boots. She had short blonde hair, a streak of blue running through it. An orange seashell necklace dangled from her neck as she entered the room, glancing around.

"Hellooo?" she crooned. "I'm not gonna hurt you."

Yeah, right. Star thought to herself. The girl's apparel clarified her previous suspicions. It had been pirates, and she was definitely on a ship.

The pirate spotted Star and walked over to her, crouching. "Miss," she said gently. "I'm here to help you."

Star narrowed her eyes at her and scooted back a bit more, up against the wall. "Help me what?" she asked bitterly.

"Help you get ready, of course." the girl replied with a wink.

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Marco paced in his quarters anxiously, the wooden planks groaning under his weight. He rested his hand on his chin as he contemplated the possible outcomes of the night. Would she hate him? No, of course she would. No sane person wouldn't.

He stood up straighter, gaining a bit of confidence. He was a pirate, and she was on HIS ship. Her feelings were irrelevant. Besides, she was a princess– no doubt well-bred and well-mannered like all of the others. He was startled by a knock at the door, and his stomach dropped to his feet. What had he been thinking?! No way she– standing in the entryway was Ferguson, a smug look on his face.

"Ahoy there, cap'n," he made his way into the cabin. "Getting ready for the big night?" he asked facetiously, winking.

Marco gave him a menacing glare and Ferguson put his hands up in defense. "Hey, just trying to add in some light humor, boss." he said tentatively.

"No one ever needs your humor, Ferg," Marco huffed, walking to his desk and plopping onto his chair. He leaned back and sighed. "I'm starting to think this whole thing wasn't such a great idea." his eyes darted quickly to the old chest in the corner of the room which contained the princess's enchanted wand.