“(F/n)!” you heard someone whisper through the fog of your sleep, “(F/n)!”
Blinking blearily, you opened your eyes to see Matthew. One hand was gently shaking your shoulder while the other held a tin plate of food. He seemed relieved to see you awake.
The quiet boy only said one word to you before slipping out of the storage room to the kitchen. “Eat.”
And you did. Greedily, you scooped the tasteless food of the pirates into your mouth, only wanting a break from the painful hunger of your stomach. When you finished the food, you felt worse then before, nauseous from the sudden weight in your stomach.
The door opened again and you flinched, but it was only Matthew again. He seemed nervous. “Look, I don’t know what happened, but Arthur’s frantic and starting to act a bit strange,” the boy’s voice trailed off a bit before picking up again, “I can’t hide you here anymore, I’m sorry.”
Your (e/c) eyes widened, he couldn’t make you leave now! “Please, Matthew! Just until we dock!”
With a shake of his blonde head, Matthew confirmed your fears. You would have to face Arthur, whether you wanted to or not.
“Where the Hell could she be?” the captain said, voice frightened and panicked, “She couldn’t have left the ship, she would have drowned!” The very idea made Arthur shudder. Brushing it off, he continued his search of the ship.
She couldn’t be anywhere on the deck, he had searched thoroughly enough to be sure of that, so he ducked down the wooden stairs and into the kitchen and dining room of the ship.
Matthew was darting about nervously, not noticing his captain until the British man cleared his throat loudly, which caused the young cook to jump.
“C-captain Kirkland,” the boy stuttered nervously, “H-how are you today?”
Arthur’s green eyes narrowed. “Not well, Williams, not well at all.” With slow footsteps, the pirate approached his cook in the same way a lion would stalk its prey. “You see, that girl I brought on board has,” he rolled words over in his mind, searching for the right one, “disappeared.”
He reached the nervously shaking boy. “You wouldn’t happen to know where she was hiding, would you?”
Gulping loudly, the boy shook his head with slight hesitation, though his violet eyes flickered to the door of the storage room. “N-no, sir,” he whispered, voice laced with fear.
The pirate captain smirked, turning to face the door that lead to storage.
His heavy footsteps were slow and deliberate, and when he made it to the door, he grinned back at his cook in success. “Then you wouldn’t mind me having a look around, would you?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hearing the door open again, you sunk lower behind your hiding place. Matthew’s steps were quieter and more frantic sounding then these.
These footsteps were deafening and loud, making you jump with each step in fear. They sounded like they belonged to a man in charge. They belonged to a captain.
“(F/n)?” a gentle voice called out. You were shocked by the general concern laced in the word muddled by a British accent, “Come now, love, I’m sorry. I wouldn’t dream of harming you. Please,” his voice broke as he leaned over something to look for you, “please forgive me.”
You clenched your jaw, praying that you wouldn’t be found. But, you knew you would.
There was nowhere you could run and hide, eventually Arthur would find you on the vast ship he commanded. Still, you held your ground, fingernails pressed so hard into the soft flesh of your palms that the skin began to tear.
His footsteps came nearer. “Love?” he called, sounding like a lost child, “Please, (F/n), if I lost you I’d-”
But you never found out what would happen if you left, for that is when you pulled your knees up to your chest in an attempt to take up less space, accidentally pushing your crate a bit as you moved.
The footsteps rushed to you until the man they belonged to was kneeling before you.
“Thank my stars,” Arthur murmured, falling into your arms. You could feel his jaw move as he pressed himself closer to you, cheek against your chest. “I was so scared, love, I thought you might have-”
“Take me home.”
Arthur leaned away a bit, strong arms still wrapped around your waist. “What?”
Your (e/c) eyes were cold as they stared into his, shining with the same light that he had seen the day he met you. “I said, take me home.”
It was then that Arthur Kirkland decided something. He would have you, whether it took a night of laying in bed with him or weeks of small touches. You would fall in his trap, and you would share his feelings.
Completely unwinding his arms from around you, he stood, turning his back to you. “You will be back in my cabin by the end of today, am I understood?”
“No! I will not-”
He turned back to face you, expression enough to make your heart race, “Am I understood?!” he roared.
Biting your tongue, you waiting for the man to quickly retreat from the room before bitterly spitting out the words he longed to hear. “Yes, captain.”