Jackunzel Drabbles (The Original)

Captain Jack (Part 1)

"Put me down!"

A low baritone chuckle vibrated through her legs that were currently held securely by a strong arm. Dainty hands hit the back of her captor, he smelled of the ocean and new leather. She had barely gotten a look at his face as he hoisted her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, her blonde locks fell over her head and brushed the back of his thighs. She was just glad that he had her night gown tucked under the arm around her thighs or this would’ve more mortifying than it already was.

"Haddock, pull the anchor! Red, set the sails!" He called. She could practically hear the smirk on his face. "Calm down, blondie, were going on an adventure."

"Put me down this instant! I will not be going anywhere with you!" She yelled smacking his back again with closed fists.

Hard black boots hit the wood plank, leading them up to what she guessed was his ship. She lifted her head and looked out at her town. The port was stripped of its goods, some buildings and land were smoking from the flames that engulfed them. Her heart sank. She could hear the yells and screams of the towns people, the sound of muskets and soldiers trying to find her.

Her body jostled and his shoulder bit into her stomach as he jumped into the ship. She felt her teeth clash from the impact. Other crewmen jumped over the side with loot and supplies, ready to set sail. The night wind only would only make their getaway that much easier.

He never did let her down, simply barking orders at the other men on the ship. She only saw a flash of long red hair and a twist of rounder hips that made her realize that perhaps she was not the only female on the ship. The other men only glanced at her for a quick moment, too busy trying to flee the land of their pillaging. She did notice when his other hand left her legs for a moment. Before she had time to register what was going on, she was thrown off his body and landed on a large cot. It was covered with expensive silks and cloth that matched the gold and red tapestries that decorated the cabin.

She looked up at her captor, green eyes wide.

"I know its not exactly what you’re used to, princess but if there’s a problem I can always throw you into the bunkers with the crew. I’m sure they’d enjoy that." He smirked at her, a flash of perfectly white teeth.

He was not the shadow of a man she had seen in her chambers. No, she could see him in the light of the oil lamps, standing like before her. He wore a white shirt, the buttons opened down to his abdominals. His brown breeches hugged his legs and tucked into his black leather cuffed boots. His coat was a midnight blue with red cuffs and inner lining, the gold buttons and embroidery told her that it was of a ranking officer of a navel ship, not his own. He was armed with a sword at his hip and a strap around his chest that held another blade at his back. His white hair was a mess, bangs framing piercing blue eyes that watched her.

She glared at him, “you will not touch me again, pirate.”

"We’ll see about that, princess." He turned and walked back up the stairs before closing the double doors that led back to deck.

She instantly ran for them, pulling at the handles only to find them locked. She groaned and turned back got the cabin. It was rather large, obviously seemed to be the captain quarters. A large desk was placed towards the back, maps strewn over the hard worn wood. The area was a mess of pottery filled with maps, gold, jewels and books. The large cot was off the left and a smaller table was on the left weighed down with small draw string bags, more gold pieces, candles and jewels. She walked around the small space, thumbing through maps and chests. The captain had several chests of clothes, more chests of gold and silks, and a single chest of what looked like maps and books.