Runaway With a Pirate

Chapter 9

Willow watched as the two males spoke. She couldn't quite hear what they were saying but by their body movements and on how stiff the captain was, she had a feeling it was about her. Whatever they were discussing shortly ended. The captain went down below the deck and the other guy walked up to her.

Stepping in front of her he said, " well might as well tell you our names since the captain isn't sure what he's going to do with you."

"That seems fair enough, " Willow agreed. She knew that he didn't want to but it made sense to know their names.

"Well to start off with I'm Dustin, we have the twins Doe and Joe, then there's Treasure and Chase, Eleanor, Violet, and lastly Polly, " Dustin said.

"That's everyone but Jane and your Captain, " Willow pointed out.

"Yeah well, I didn't see any reason to give you Janes name when you already know it, " Dustin explained.

"What about the captain, what's his name?" Willow asked.

"Oh, no one knows his name, " Dustin confessed, " everyone knows him as the Barbarian, but we just call him captain or sir."

"Well, you're no help then, " Willow said walking away from Dustin.

"Where are you going?" Dustin questioned.

"Well if you don't know his name then I'm going to go find out what it is, " Willow declared.

"Lizzy that's not a good idea, " Dustin said getting in front of her path, " look no one is allowed in the captain's room unless your one of his fuckers."

"Ew, I did not need to hear that and I don't care, " Willow said.

Maneuvering around Dustin she managed to get away from him. Making her way down the stairs she could hear him following behind her. Thinking fast Willow decided to run and turn a corner quickly finding a room that had a door opened and hiding in it. She heard Dustin run by and waited until his footsteps were no longer heard. Slowly she gets out of her hiding spot and makes her way to the next room.

Opening the door Willow was greeted to pink. The walls were pink, the floor was pale pink with a pastel pink fur rug, and a hot pink bed. Everywhere Willow looked there was something that was pink. Turning around she quickly left the room not wanting to be in that room any longer. Looking out into the hall she made sure no one was there. Taking a few steps out of the room Willow heard someone yell, "What the fucking hell did you do to my room!?"

Curious about what could be happening Willow followed the sounds of yelling. Coming to a stop she stood in front of a door that had a more old rustic look to it. Placing her ear to the door she listened. "Technically you have your own god damn room that has a perfectly good bed in it, " a male voice snapped, " that and you can have it whatever color of the fucking rainbow you want." The volume of his voice and on how much anger was in it made Willow jump back away from the door.

"But then I'd be lonely," a female voice whined.

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

"But brown walls, blood-red furniture and comforter, and gold accents are so last season," the female continued to whine.

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

The room went silent. Willow was beginning to think that they had just vanished. The only thing that told her that the two people were still in that room was one set of footsteps. Those steps held so much tension that she could just vision on how angry the one taking those steps must be. Taking a breath to calm her nerves she raises a hand and knocks on the door. The sound of feet stops for a moment then continue only this time in the direction of the door. The door opens quickly and the person behind the door that had been the one shouting was none other than the captain of the boat. She saw that his face held surprise that then quickly changed to annoyance. Behind him, Willow saw Jane and a room that had some pink in it. The room had a pink rug, the furniture had pink fabric thrown over it, the bed had bright pink sheets, there were soft pink curtains, and some of the walls were pastel pink. The cans of paint sat on the floor by a wall that was halfway painted pink. She wanted to throw up at all the pink in the room. She could even tell that the man in front of her was not happy about the pink.

"What do you want?" He asked.

"Oh, I uh heard you yelling and wanted to find out why you were yelling, " she said rubbing the back of her neck.

"Well, that's none of your business so leave, " Jane let out.

"And you had no business redecorating my room!" Snapped the captain.

His attention went from Willow back to Jane. She noticed that a vain had made itself known up the captain's neck. While the attention was not on her Willow made her way into the room. It was bigger than the pink room that she had accidentally ended up in.

"What do you think you're doing?" Jane asked drawing attention to Willow yet again.

The captain turns to look at her as she answered with a simple, " oh I'm just looking at what you did to the poor room."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jane questioned.

"Oh, honey anything would be an improvement to what you just did, " Willow sassed.

Walking over to the couch she grabs the pink fabric and pulling it off. Underneath the pink fabric held a rustic, blood-red, velvet couch. "Why in the world would you try to change the color of this couch?" Willow asked horrified that Jane would want to ruin such a beautiful couch with her hideous pink.

"Because that is an ugly color, " Jane simply said.

"No, what you're trying to use is an ugly color, " Willow announced.

"You listen here-"

"Jane your unholy input is not needed at this moment, " the captain interrupted.

Jane stood there with her mouth gaped open. Closing her mouth Jame takes her leave in what dignity she had left. Not caring if the captain wanted her in his room or not Willow went to work getting rid of the pink items.

"What are you doing?" The captain asks.

"Well, I wouldn't want to be surrounded by all this pink any longer than I have been, " Willow announced grabbing more of the pink fabric and tossing it out the door.

"Well thanks, " the captain mumbled.

"No need to thank me, " Willow said, " I also hate this dreadful color."

Out of the corner of her eye, Willow saw that he started to help get rid of the pink accessories. Soon the room was back to what Willow assumed was its normal look. Taking a seat on the couch Willow took in the room. It was simple yet not. The brown, red, and gold colors complimented each other nicely. The captain also took a seat but he sat in a chair that was placed behind a desk. Willow noticed that he still looked tense.

"So what's your name?" Willow asked.

He just looks up from some paperwork he was doing.

"Oh come on I know everyone's name so why can't I know yours?" Willow asked.

"Well, then that sucks doesn't it, " he said going back to his work.

"Look you know my name so why can't I know yours, " Willow complained.

"Well maybe it's because I don't trust liars, " he said not looking up this time.

"What do you mean by that?" Willow asked trying to keep her voice from shaking.

Looking up from his work he looks Willow dead in the eye and says, " I know Lizzy is not your real name."

"Y-yes it is, " Willow stammered she felt like she was being interrogated under his heavy gaze.

"Look I can tell a liar when I see one, " he said, " so why not make a deal."

"What kind of deal?" Willow asked intrigued.

"Tell me your real name and I'll give you mine, " he said.

Willow fell silent, not sure how to respond to his declaration.