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I look up, and narrow my eyes. Her captain didn't warn her of the pirates by name. "I would have thought your captain had told you." She shakes her head, "Why would he tell me of the name of a man whom i have never met?" Her tone is wary. She is being brave, and i am fairly certain she knows that brave could get her killed. "You are brave, aren't you? Speaking to your captor.." Her eyes float up to meet mine and for a second she reminds me of the children that play on the beaches of Nassau. "Stop changing the subject." "And now, you are telling me what to do. Do you know that being brave is stupid?" She takes a breath to say something nasty back to me, but stops herself and looks down at her hands again. Oh, my lady. You are an interesting one.
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I should have never spoken a word. Stupidity is worth nothing out here, especially not to men with guns and swords longer than their thought span. Think about james, think about your brother. Not that i believe he is alive any longer, but maybe.. Oh, dear brother, save me.
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She looks almost.. Hopeless. We dock in Nassau in roughly two days, how am i supposed to deal with hopeless? ...I suppose her father didn't care about her much, if he let her get out of England's waters. If he had ever let her go anywhere at all. Jesus Christ, who's at the bloody door?
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I've seen a man look at me in many ways, except like that. I suppose they daren't, or they wouldn't show up again. Atleast i wouldn't see them again, and father always looked slightly... anxious when anyone brought their names up. Maybe Daniel went to sea. Or his body did, anyway. He looks almost hungry, like he could get what he wanted if someone wasn't in his way. That 'someone' looks infuriated, like he could kill a man. I figure that it is probably not right to entertain that man's thoughts, and look away. I feel almost.. purposely cold. Like i want to cover every piece of skin showing to the outside world. I want to hide.
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I have the right mind to just abandon him on any island in the vicinity, but that would give him time to get her alone and by god i swear if he touches a hair on her body. I look over to her. Arietta. What a bloody fancy name. Jesus. ..she looks cold. No, not cold. ..I suppose she has never seen a man look at her like that, and i feel almost responsible. "Charles."
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I look up at the man in front of me, "...What?" ...was that his name?
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Sitting on a stool, i sigh. "My name. It's Charles." Why am i making this harder for myself, when she dies. Whether it be from sickness, or her being brave. Its going to snag something, feelings and... Things. "Charles Vane." There's a pause, and i feel like throwing every man off this ship. Letting the deep have them. She swallows, and breathes in, speaking finally. Finally. "Oh." Well, that was worth waiting for.
Bloody Hell.
I let her sleep in my bed. Sat by the door while she fell asleep. Jack thinks i'm in love, and keeps making stupid faces at me. All i really care about is making sure that bastard doesn't harm her. One of the sailors had the nerve to say she had nice breasts when i was in hearing range. I knocked him out. Could've done worse, i guess, but i need them until we get to shore. Then, atleast i can find better men.
The moon is falling down the sky when i retire to the captain's quarters, fully considering to sleep on that stupid chair that's been in the corner since i got this bloody ship. 'Ppose it was Hornigold's old man chair. But when i open the door she's sitting up, awake, and i almost feel guilty for leaving her alone. She has one hand absently playing with her hair, her gaze staring somewhere only she knows. Not noticed me yet, then. I walk to the cupboard, putting the bottle of rum safely away, before pulling out a nearly empty one. I pour myself the last of it into a cup, and look over at her. Atleast she's noticed me now, i chuckle to myself. Fuckin' Rackham.