Pirate Royalty

A ship that I knew too well. A ship that I had not seen in three years. On that ship, was a man. A man that terrified me.

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"A child? And-...Anabelle?" he asked. Oh, God. My blood ran cold and my heart almost stopped.
"How? How are you here?" he asked, in a tense, strained voice. He looked like he wished I was anyone else. I wished I was someone else.
His face was emotionless. His eyes, oh his chocolate eyes, were hard, cold. His black hair was falling around his face, making him seem even more intimidating.
"I was on a ship, trying to provide for my child. Dios mío, I'm glad I'm alive," I replied in a soft voice.
"Ven. Te mostraré tu habitación. I don't want you anywhere near my men, so you'll be staying in the room adjoined to mine. You'll not leave your room unless it's for food, me, or bathroom. Comprendé?" he spoke in a disgusted way. I hope he didn't mean what I think he meant. Seeing the look on my face, he smirked, "yes, mi amor, you will be mine during this stay. I hope you understand, I never liked sharing what's mine. Don't you remember?"