Runaway With a Pirate

Chapter 8

Waiting for Jane to leave he turns his attention to the girl in front of him. She looked too well kept to have been just a town girl. The way she held herself was more of an upper-class person. He could feel the eyes of his crew on his back waiting for him to give the order to take her back to her cell.

"What's your name?" He inquired.

He could see that the girl in front of him was thinking. It was obvious to him that she wasn't going to give him her name.

"My name is... Lizzy, " the girl said.

"Very well then Lizzy, for now, I haven't decided what I'm going to do with you, " he informed.

He could tell that the girl didn't seem that bothered by what he said. However, he could tell that his crew was a bit shocked by what he just said do to their whispering.

"Can you sail a boat?" He questioned.

"No, I've actually never been on a boat before, " Lizzy informed, " actually I've never even seen the ocean before either."

Treasure raised a question, "what have you been living under a rock or something?"

"More like or something but that really is none of your business, " Lizzy said.

"Then I don't care what you do," he said, " just don't mess with anything or go into any room that has its door shut or my room."

Walking away he could hear footsteps following him at a fast pace. Stopping he turns to see that it was Dustin that was following him. Raising one brow he waits for Dustin to speak.

"Captain are you sure that's a good idea?" Dustin questions.

"You're right, " he said, " looks like you're on babysitting duty then."

"But Cap-" Dustin was interrupted.

"Don't but captain me if you're going to question my decisions then you will pay the consequences, " he snarled.

Dustin snapped his mouth shut and took a step back glancing at the floor. Dustin knew that he just overstepped and knew that if he had continued his Captain would have given an even more unholy punishment. Knowing that this conversation was over the captain turns back around and walks back to his room. Getting to the door he could smell the unholy scent of perfume that was Jane. Opening the door he was greeted to his room covered in pink.

"What the fucking hell did you do to my room!?" He shouted.

"What I thought our room could use a bit of redecorating, " Jane casually said.

"Our room," He asked, " when has this ever been our room?"

"Well, I sleep in here as well so technically it is also my room, " Jane said.

"Technically you have your own god damn room that has a perfectly good bed in it, " he snapped, " that and you can have it whatever color of the fucking rainbow you want."

"But then I'd be lonely," Jane said with a pouty lip.

"Then don't turn my room fucking pink," he snapped.

"But brown walls, blood-red furniture and comforter, and gold accents are so last season," Jane wined.

"I for one like those colors," he said," and for two if you change my room again you can go find another guy to fuck with."

Jane was stunned silent. In all the years that she has known him, he has never spoken to her in that way. She has always pushed her boundaries and got yelled at but never like this.

Knock... Knock...