No one was in your room when you woke up again. Instead, you were alone and the room was different. Not different as if you were in a separate room in the same building, but as if you had been completely relocated. Slowly, your senses came back to you and your nose tickled from the salt of the ocean.
When you stood, your legs wobbled due to the rocking of your room. Which caused you to wonder, why was the room rocking?
"Shit," you whispered to yourself as you stumbled over to the only door in the room. You paused upon reaching it, hesitant to see what faced you outside the quiet cabin. Shaking off the uneasy feeling, you quietly pushed open the door, revealing the nearly empty deck of a boat. Curious, you wondered to the edge of the ship and looked over at where you were.
But not where you thought you were, no. You were stopped somewhere you didn't recognize. Still, you were going to take the chance of running. Checking to see if no one was looking, you sprinted down the ramp, only feeling a slight pain in your ankle and shoulder.
You glanced over you shoulder once more when you hit the dirt road, happy to not see any pirates chasing you. Except for one. You heard him shout frantically at you, waving his tanned arms over his head in an attempt to get your attention, but it was useless. Noticing this, the man jumped down from the perch he had been standing on and began to chase you, his blonde hair flying backwards as he followed you through the crowded streets.
Reaching a dark alley that reeked of something sweet, you stopped for a moment before continuing through the alley. Your pursuer paused at the entry of the alley, calling to you once more to stop. You stumbled a bit, but kept running. Straight into another pirate.
"I just can't get a break," you mumbled to yourself as the blonde man pulled you deeper into the alley. You dragged your feet just to spite him.
He grinned and lifted you over his shoulder. "Really, mon cher, you should've listened to Alfred. Now you'll be in trouble."
'Alfred?' You wondered, 'Who is Alfred?' But then realization struck you. Alfred was the pirate chasing you. And now, this new man, was another crew member.
You began kicking and swinging your arms in an attempt to deter this new man from taking you any further. He only grunted, jostled you a bit in his arms, and kept going. Eventually, you gave up.
The closer you got to where ever you were going, the stronger the scent got and the more men kept appearing. You assumed they weren't with Arthur's crew, because the Frenchman holding you was careful not to let them touch you. You felt suffocated by the sickly sweet odor, but the pirate holding you didn't even seem to notice it as he threw you down. Right in front of Arthur.
Behind the pirate captain, a long-haired Chinese man was smoking from a pipe. He was slouched up against a plush chair, his amber eyes foggy and dull. He stared intently at you as Arthur scolded his crew member and giving you his name. Francis.
So, the blonde crew consisted of Francis, Alfred, and Arthur. They had ties to that Russian man, Ivan, and to this Chinese man. It seemed as though Arthur was a force to be feared with his ties connecting everywhere.
"Arthur," you heard the Asian man speak, "Who is this girl?" His voice was sharp, despite his appearance.
The green-eyed captain glared down at you, though it felt as if he was fearful for you as opposed to angry. "Just some girl I picked up, why?"
The Chinese man smiled as he set down his pipe and stood, walking closer to you. "She's very pretty," one of his long fingers rested under your chin, "Perhaps we could meet an arrangement?"
You pulled away and Arthur stepped between you and the opium dealer, revealing him to be several inches taller than the dark-haired man.
"Yao, we've agreed on a price-"
"And I like this one better!"
The shorter man composed himself with a small smile and you noticed Arthur slowly slid his hand from his sword hilt. You had fallen backwards while trying to pull away from jealousy-fueled man.
With a smile that gave you goosebumps, the Yao looked down at you, "How about this? Why don't I join you on your little journey? Then both of our belongings will be kept safe."
You tensed, but watched Arthur carefully. He turned his head slightly to look at you and, seeing your helpless expression, grinned. Holding out a hand to the man you gathered to be very important in drug trading business, he accepted the offer with a single word.