Chapter 6

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Aha hello friends. This chapter was a lot harder to think of cuz I was running out of ideas so updates will be slow, sorry bout that. But anyways, don't worry, I have the main story line down (kinda), howeverrrrrr I have no idea what will happen exactly. No one told me how difficult it actually is to write about pirates. Tbh this chapter is kinda trash and a bit shorter than the others but I made u all wait long enough soooo enjoy.



Hoseok POV:

I stared at the girl for a brief moment, while being disgusted that she practically spat up a load of water on my hand, the sound of her crying annoys me even more to the point I consider killing her through the cell bars. However, acting upon it would most likely mean the end of me as well, considering that her life is kinda in the captain's hands right now. I walked towards the steps leading to the deck to get away from the excessive spluttering noises and get back to what I was doing with Jin.

"What's up with that look on your face. You look like someone pissed in your drink." Jin joked, laughing at the expression I currently wore. He was sitting on the floor and seemed to be polishing his sword with a dirty cloth clenched in his hand. After his snide comment he was trying his hardest not to stab or cut himself with it while hysterically doubling over, shoulders shuddering with laughter. Guess the wench annoyed me more than I thought, for it to show on my face that easily might even be considered a new found talent.

Hearing Jin laughing his soul out, Taehyung walked over to us with a questioning and amused look, holding a mop and empty bucket just after cleaning the deck. As if asking for answers, he turned to me but only to reveal a smirk once seeing my face. Was it really that obvious?

"Woah! I'ts not easy to get you of all people this riled up. What the hell happened down there?" Taehyung asked. I paused for a moment, thinking if I should risk having another crew member laugh at me and adding fuel to the fire for Jin's onslaught of chuckles. Thoughts of the events that transpired down in the brig made me awfully aware of the cold and wet sensation that still lingered on my hand and making me cringe, plummeting down my mood even further.

"She spat on me, that's all." I simply replied, trying to make the situation a small detail so they wouldn't remember it and to get them off my case. Not wanting to hear any smart or comical replies, I walked away to wash my hands and leaving behind a breathless Jin and awfully amused Taehyung who was struggling to hold in his own laughter.

Taehyung POV:

I couldn't believe it. Hoseok, a grown ass man and a pirate at that, was spat on by a helpless girl who was in chains behind bars. At this point, Jin's fit of laughter was only begging for my own to join in and I couldn't contain it any longer. I exploded with laughter with tears forming in the corner of my eyes and clutching my stomach. This is gold! I thought. I need to tell Jungkook about this! I feel like with her around, things could finally get interesting around here.

Y/N POV:

What. The. Fuck. No honestly. What the hell was even happening at this point, someone please enlighten me because I'm very confused. First they behead my father, kidnap and imprison me for God knows why, and then practically torture me in the form of 'offering me a drink' which resulted in me nearly drowning in the most pathetic way. And now. Right above me, they laugh. Happy as could be. Are they really that amused about the misfortune they gave me or are they just excited that they got lucky with the cargo that they stole from my father's ship? Hearing them laugh like that is starting to make me feel paranoid and I definitely not in the right state of mind to be feeling like this.What if they finally found a way to get rid of me that will satisfy all of them for their own sick and twisted needs?

I wipe my lips with the back of my hand, rattling the chains that still confined me to this place and scowled. Annoyed with the fact that my position right now is no better than a dog on a leash, at how my life was in their hands and could end with a fleeting whim, how they could quite easily forget about my existence and keep me locked behind bars and die of starvation. Also, if I ever have the chance to leave this small cell and earn their trust, learn their ways in order to survive, all it would take is one wrong move and I will be killed in cold blood.

I shudder at how my thoughts so easily turned dark, now weary of my well being and the ever presence of death weighing on my back. Not to mention how cold it is down here. I may simply die during the night from the sheer lack of warmth. It doesn't help when I have wet patches from where I spilt the water on the front of my nightgown I wore last night. I could really do with that woollen shawl Abby gave me...

I remember my father once told me that being alone with your thoughts could do a person good or harm. And when it comes to a person's mental well-being, treatment can be a delicate and drawn-out process. He would often tell me this when we gave our yearly alms to hospitals and asylums around the country as the Queen's substitute when she was busy. However, I was too young to fully understand what he meant but I always kept it in mind. I was oblivious on the concept of being driven crazy by your thoughts until now. Upon having sudden floods of memories about my father and Abby made my heart clench and head pound uncontrollably. The sadness I felt in this moment came so unexpectedly that is was unbearable. "I see", whispering my thoughts aloud, "so this is what despair feels like."

Unable to vent my struggles to anyone with even a slither of compassion was frustrating enough to get me to feel some oncoming rage, and the prolonged melody of their laughter above my head wasn't helping as it was starting to sound more like nails being dragged along a chalkboard. Even though the crushing feeling of despair was weighing heavily on my heart and the vexing feeling of having my life in a bunch of pirate's hands made a whole new wave of emotions wash over and crash into one another, I couldn't deny the anger boiling up inside me with their laughter almost taunting me. However, as quickly as it came, the cool temperature of the lower level of the ship surprisingly helped to brush away the feeling of anger from getting out of control and only minimising it to irritation.

With a loud huff and tears prickling my eyes, I shuffled over to a corner in my cell and lay down on my side. The chains rattling once again with the most amount of movement I've done since being locked up. Once I was comfortable, I whispered to myself;

"If karma doesn't get to them first, I will." And with that, I drifted to sleep plagued with all sorts of negative emotions I would never had thought I would feel.


Ok yea this didn't really have much progress in the story line but its something. Still not entirely sure how to transition it but i do have a few vague ideas. And yea this wasn't as long as the other ones. Thanks for reading <3

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