You woke up early, so early that it was dark outside the room and Arthur was still asleep next to you. Carefully, as to not disturb the captain, you slid out of the bed feet first and quietly stepped towards the door.
Upon exiting the captain’s quarters, you quickly scanned the ship for signs of a life boat, but found none. The sun was approaching the horizon and you knew the men would awaken soon, as well as a pirate captain who would not be happy that his prisoner escaped.
At this point of time, you decided to hide.
You ducked through the nearest door and quietly closed the door. However, you were startled to hear a pan clatter on a counter.
Slowly turning around, you saw that the room you had chosen to hide in was the kitchen and eating area, and Matthew was already preparing breakfast.
“Your not supposed to leave your room!” the quiet boy whispered harshly, fear and concern making his violet eyes sharp.
Tears pricked the corners of your vision and you heard men moving on deck, as well as shouting by a certain Brit. “Hide me!” you mouthed, your own fear clouding your senses.
His eyebrows furrowed in concern, but he led you down a short flight of stairs into what you could only assume was a storage room. You crouched low behind a barrel of something and watched Matthew’s retreating figure.
Your stomach growled and you wondered about the last time you ate. Long ago.
Closing your eyes against the pain, you drifted into an uneasy sleep.
Arthur woke up with dried tears stiffening his cheeks. Carefully, he rolled over, wanting to watch the girl from some non-existent village by the docks as she slept peacefully in his presence. But she wasn’t there.
Jumping out of his bed, the blonde pirate quickly looked over his room and came to the conclusion that she was gone. With a frantic shout, he stormed out of his room, calling for his crew to rise and help him. There was no way she could’ve gotten off of the boat, not alone.
“Find her!” he roared at his crew as he flung open the hatch to the prisoners’ cells.
Antonio was sitting on his cot, eyes bright with curiosity. “What’s wrong, Fairy Captain? Did your prisionero pequeña disappear on you?”
He growled at the Spaniard. “Where is she?” he shouted, causing Antonio to flinch.
His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. “I- I don’t know! I don’t even know why she’d leave!”
Arthur quieted a bit. He knew.
He knew what he did was wrong, that it wasn’t your fault. It only made you more perfect in his corrupted world. You just wanted to save everyone. But now he didn’t know if you needed to be saved or not.
Furrowing his thick brows, Arthur tried to relieve the pressure pounding in his head by rubbing his forehead, but the pain only came back in shocking waves. Looking once more at his Spanish prisoner, Arthur left him back in the darkness, leaving Antonio shocked by the regret and shame that dulled his usually ferocious emerald eyes.
Never before had anyone seen the captain so frantic and so frightened. He locked himself in his room and sat at his desk, head resting heavily in his hands.
He just wanted to find you. To apologize. And to keep you safe.