The Pirate & The Stubborn Prince

The guards

"I. Am. Arthit Rojnapat!"

"The Rojnapat heir died almost two months ago"

The noble growled, exasperated. This discussion had been going on for over an hour and he was starting to get really tired of that. This was not to mention physical pain, courtesy of the guards right hooks.

"Does it seem like I'm rotting to you?"

Imbeciles

"Where is his body?"

"Why is everybody so obsessed with my death?" Arthit asked rhetorically. Making no effort to hide his growing frustration.

"It's evident that he's just trying to save himself!"

Arthit glared at the guard who had just spoken. He was the same one who had tried to shoot him. Even though he had already surrendered, even had his hands in the air.

Asshole.

The smartass was lucky he was tied up or he would have punched him.

"So to sum it up, you are Arthit Rojnapat, who didn't die along with the rest of his escort. Instead, you were taken prisoner by the pirates of the Black Rogue and after a month-"

"My guess, about three weeks." Arthit corrected the commander automatically.

"... And after about three weeks of being imprisoned, you were freed by this captain -called Cap' by his friends- who also gave you this dagger"

"I think it's more of a loan, but yes"

The man glared at him with a chilling stare. He was evidently annoyed that Arthit was sticking to his story and that he wasn't giving him the name of the Captain. As if he cares. He wouldn't betray neither Kongpob nor his friends.

"Do you realize that your story's thin? And as if this isn't enough you wounded one of my men"

"Your man hit my friend first, I had just defended him"

The commander was twice his age and greatly intimidating but Arthit found it in himself to hold his gaze. He had survived the Black Rogue pirates; those guards' punches were nothing, compared to what those pirates had done.

The soldier stared at him wordlessly for a few more moments, then glanced away.

"Just bring me to Sir Junatpoon" Arthit finally said "He will be able to confirm my identity"

The commander said nothing for a minute, looking at him, then turned to leave, the Rojnapat's sword and Kongpob's dagger in his hand.

"Hey! Stop! Where are you taking the dagger? You can't-"

"Shut up!"

Next thing Arthit knew someone punched him in the face. He was momentarily stunned and, when he recovered his senses, he saw he had been left alone with the two guards.

He glared at the one who had just struck him. That asshole in particular seemed to take pleasure in picking on him. If he continued like this, his face would be bruised and swollen and neither Kongpob nor Sir Junatpoon would be able to recognize him.

Had he already said how much of an asshole he was?

Carefully, he moved his jaw out and in, back and forth. Good. He was pretty sure he hadn't broken anything.

Moving only his eyes, Arthit searched for the dagger, but couldn't find it. He could already imagine Kongpob's smug expression while 'punishing' him.
Because Kongpob would find him... right? He always found him. Prem certainly would be able to get back to the ship and warn his captain. Because Prem was fine. Yes, everything would be fine.