Chapter 7

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Killian Jones. The Killian Jones. How'd he find me after all these years apart?

"It's you." is all I can say. Great it has been years since I've seen him and all I can say is "It's you"?

"It's me!" he moves from behind the desk, arms stretched wide, yearning for a hug.

So many emotions are running through me. Joy that I'm seeing him again. Relief that he didn't die during the pillaging. Confusion as to why he is a pirate. Most of all, anger for kidnapping me. I meet him halfway across the room. Instead of hugging his, as he is expecting, I slap him.

"What the bloody hell was that for?"

"For being an asshole, that's what for!"

"Swearing is not very becoming of a lady."

"I'll say whatever the hell I want to! Now if you'll excuse me, I'm getting off this bloody ship."

He grabs my arm as I begin to turn, "Jule, I'm trying to help you."

"Really? Is this what you call helping? Kidnapping me and forcing me as a prisoner on your ship is really helping me"

"I could do without the sarcasm thank you very much."

"Killian, just tell me what you want."

He is silent and will not look towards me. What is he thinking? This is not the way to get in touch with an old friend, that's for sure. Without another word, he turns and leaves the room. There is a quiet click when I realize that he locked the door behind him. Although being locked in seems hopeless, I decide to take the opportunity to snoop around the room. The first place I look is the desk. I need to find paper to write out a message to Ben or William to let them know I'm okay. I wonder if William even knows I'm gone. I shake the nervous feeling from the pit of my stomach.The drawers held random objects that a typical ship would possess: a fold-out telescope, a compass, maps, and random rings. When I reach the top right drawer, I notice that it is the only drawer that is locked. I wonder what he is hiding in there? I grab the inkwell and paper from his desk and lay belly first on his bed, writing anything and everything that comes to mind.

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