You walked over to where you had dropped your mop before, noticing it wasn't there anymore. You cocked an eyebrow.
'You've got to be kidding me! They stole my mop?!? Really? Really.' You were about to go into another full blown hormonal blow out when you saw Peter, mop in hand, doing your work. You walked over to him to see what he was up to. He looked so cute in his little blue and white sailor outfit. You internally squealed a bit.
"What's up lil' guy?" you said, tilting your head sideways. You didn't feel like you had to be tough around Peter so you just acted yourself. He stopped mopping and looked at you.
"Oh! Hello miss (name). I-I'm just taking care of this for you. My broth-I mean. The Captain told me to finish this up for you, although I don't know why
" his voice trailed off as he looked down at your hands. His eyes widened a bit. This didn't escape your notice.
"M-Miss! What ever happened to your hands!?!" he asked in shock, almost dropping the mop. You looked down at your hands. They had stopped bleeding but the fresh blood stains made them look pretty bad.
"Oh, these? Its nothing. Just a little accident is all." you said as you laughed a bit, trying to blow the whole thing over. Peter just continued to look at them
"I tried to warn you about his temper
." he said quietly.
'Why does everyone think the Captain did this to me?!? They make him sound like a tyrant.' you thought. You sighed and gave him a smile.
"Hey" he looked up at your face "He didn't do anything to me. Ok? I, uh, was a little eager to get out of my cell and hurt myself in the process." you said, giving him a big smile. He returned the smile and began to mop again.
'He put her in the brig? She's lucky to be out so soon.' Peter thought to himself, glad his brother went easy on you. You watched Peter mop a bit. You knew he had a lot of mopping to do, due to the fact that you had gotten barely any done, thanks to your hands.
"Sorry for all the work I left you with." you said bashfully.
"Oh, its alright miss. I don't mind it, really. This use to be my job before our first mate left." he said, mopping around you. You blinked for a moment.
"First mate?" you asked. Now that you thought about it, ships usually had a first mate but since you've been here you hadn't seen one. Everything about this ship seemed different then other pirate ships. First, the captain was clean looking. Second, the ship itself was in very good condition. Aside from the furniture in the galley and in your own room, if you didn't know any better, you'd say this ship wasn't an actual pirate ship at all. It just didn't seem grungy enough. The crew on the other hand made up for that. Grunge city.
"Oh yes. We had a first mate with us. Francis Bonnefoy was his name. But something happened and he left. Good thing too. Otherwise you'd either have to sleep with the rest of the crew or in my brothers cabin." Peter said. You stood there dumbfounded.
'Well this is all news to me. I mean, suuuuuuuure I've only been here two days and all but come on! Seriously? SOMEONE could have told me this!' you though. At the same time you felt special getting your own room now. But you had a disturbing thought.
'What if that guy comes back? Then I'd have to either sleep with the crew or with
' You grimaced a bit. Sure, you were speaking to the captain now
a little. But you were still mad at him! And that's how it was going to be until he proved that he was sorry. Plus, the thought of sharing a room with this guy made you uncomfortable. You still didn't know what his motives were. You knew for a fact that he wasn't just keeping you here to mop floors and wash dishes. That was obvious, but you still didn't know what it was. You decided to make it your personal mission to find out. Snooping ahoy!
"Oh." you said, blushing slightly. You turned and looked around to see Gibbons waving at you, signaling that he was ready for another cooking lesson. You smiled and punched Peters shoulder lightly.
"See ya later Pete." you said before skipping toward Gibbons. You were surprised you didn't fall flat on your butt while doing this.
'Must be getting use to the ship already.' you thought. Gibbons greeted you with a big smile.
"Ye ready lass?" he said. You grinned and rubbed your hands together.
"Lets get cracking!" you said.
You had spent the rest of that morning teaching Gibbons new things and practicing things he had already learned from the day before. You really enjoyed spending time with him. You felt like you could be your normal relaxed self around him too. That comforted you.
Arthur rubbed his temples in frustration. He had spent all morning trying to figure out where Captain Cruz could be hiding.
"This is getting me no where." he said quietly to himself, leaning back in his chair. He was starting to get a slight headache. Staring at maps for two hours straight will do that to a person. His patience was wearing thin.
"Blast! Where could that Cuban git be?" he said to himself, closing his eyes a bit to rest. He hadn't been able to sleep well since his little stowaway had arrived. Constantly worrying about you getting hurt or jumping over board, he knew you'd be crazy enough to try it. Also contemplating whether or not you be able to help him with his mission. He opened his eyes and leaned forward, looking at the maps again. He glanced at the one that you had drawn on. His thoughts went from the map to you. He thought it was strange that you seemed to know that area well enough to jot down a set of islands that not even he knew about. True he had only been to the Caribbean once or twice, but he had always made it his mission to get every map he could get his hands on when exploring a new area. Not one had these
'What did she call them again? Florida Keys? Yes. That's it.' He put his index finger under his chin in thought.
"There's something strange about this girl." he said aloud, more to himself.
"She refuses to tell me where she comes from. She doesn't act like any normal woman would. She says what she pleases and speaks to me without even a hint of fear
" he was really getting curious. He decided then and there that he would make it his personal mission to find out about you. He shook his head.
'Focus Arthur. Focus. Where is Cruz
" His thought were interrupted by the lunch bell being rung. He smiled.
"Perhaps a break is in order?" he said before getting up from his desk. He chuckled as he recalled your spectacle in the galley at breakfast.
'I hope she doesn't get into any scraps with my men this time.' he thought before opening the door and heading down to the galley.
"Are ye sure this is right lass?" Gibbons asked, holding a small spoon up to his face. You crossed your arms and gave him a look.
"Who's the better cook here?" you asked, cocking an eyebrow. He chuckled and put the spoon to his lips, tasting what was on it. His eyes lit up and he smiled big.
"I think this has got to be the best tastin' dish I've made yet." he said, glowing with pride. You smiled at him.
"Well the first rule to cooking for other people is to make sure you taste it first before serving it to them." you said walking behind the counter. You were going to be the first one in line today. Ha! Take THAT chauvinistic, superstitious pirates!
"Good time too, here they come." Gibbons said, looking at the men coming into the galley. You smiled as you just stood there at the front, enjoying the prominence of being first. You grabbed your bowl and handed it to Gibbons, but he didn't take it. You gave him a puzzled look. He shook his head and looked ahead of you. You turned your head to see Captain Kirkland waltzing in. You gave him a slight glare as he came closer. He smirked at you and stood in line ahead of you, handing Gibbons his bowl. Gibbons took it and filled it. Meanwhile the Captain made a point to give you a smug grin. You just scoffed.
"Raised a gentlemen huh? Whatever happened to ladies first?" you asked in a soft voice so only he could hear. He chuckled and took his bowl.
"The Captain always goes first. Besides, I'm still a pirate, love." he said before going off to sit somewhere. You shook your head and handed Gibbons your bowl, not taking your eyes off the cocky captain. Once you were seated with your normal trio, Peter decided to join you three. You had a nice pleasant time, talking about this and that. You did something to make Ian spit rum out of his nose. You came to find out that rum burns the sinus cavity.
You, Hector and Peter all laughed as Ian made funny faces from the rum up his nose.
"Your doing it wrong." you said, giggling/
"I think your suppose to drink it through your mouth."
Ian had tears coming out of his eyes from the burning alcohol.
"I'll remember that next time lass." he managed to say while wiping the tears from his face. You laughed and noticed that pirate who was bothering you this morning. Victor was his name? Yeah. Victor. He was glancing over at you. You glanced back and tilted your head up slightly as if to say.
"Bring it!" He smirked and went back to doing
whatever it was he was doing. After lunch you took back your mop and began to finish what you started this morning. You finished mopping the deck and looked at your handy work. You nodded in approval.
"Squeaky clean!" you exclaimed. You heard a laugh from behind you. You turned to see the captain at the helm, laughing. You put a hand on your hip while leaning on the mop with the other.
"And what is so funny, Captain?" you said, emphasizing the last word. He shook his head and turned around, leaning on the wheel. A grin plastered across his face.
"You missed a spot." he said. You cocked an eyebrow before getting an idea. You smiled sweetly to him.
"Your right Captain. I did miss a spot. Thank you for pointing that out" you said. You grabbed your mop and ran it over his boots. He jumped as the cold water soaked through straight to his toes.
"Hey!" he yelped. "That was completely unnecessary!" You giggled and turned your head lop sided.
"Your shoes were dirty, Captain. I was just cleaning them off for you. You don't want to walk around with dirty shoes now do you?" you said, grabbing your bucket and hightailing out of there before he could do anything.
"See ya around Captain!" you yelled as you bolted down the stairs into the galley.
Arthur just stood there, dumbfounded before turning back to the helm.
'Well that was quite a change.' he thought, comparing your moodiness earlier to your carefree sassy one from a moment ago.
'She is going to be complicated to understand.' he thought, steering the ship ever forward and waiting for his boots to dry.
Dinner time was now upon the ship. The galley was nicely lit up, just like the night before. Your moodiness had let up a bit, so you were enjoying yourself more. You were talking with Ian while waiting in line.
"And then the lad was unable to walk straight for a week!" Ian concluded. You laughed hard but stopped soon as you were getting more stomach cramps. Ian punched Hector in the shoulder playfully.
"Isn't that right laddy?" he said. Hector rubbed his arm and blushed a bit.
"You promised you wouldn't tell that story anymore." he said. Ian laughed again. You had noticed that Ian and Gibbons had the same loud full belly laugh. The only difference was Gibbons had a beer gut while Ian did not. But the laugh was the same. You were still contemplating on how to get those two talking again. You were going to have to think really hard about this because Ian still wouldn't look at Gibbons while handing him his bowl. He did the same that night as well. Turning his head to the side and almost shoving the bowl toward Gibbons. You noticed a slight scowl on Ian's face. That hurt you.
'If only he knew Gibbons the way I do.' you thought. Ian quickly trudged toward his usual spot. You handed Gibbons your bowl gently and smiled at him. He smiled back and gave you a little extra food, being that you practically helped him the whole way making dinner. You took your bowl gently, being careful for your hands sake. You walked over toward Ian again. Hector came soon after you sat down and Peter joined you three once again. You all laughed as you ate. Although Hector still didn't make eye contact with you or speak much to you. You decided to loosen things up.
You belched really loud.
Everyone at the table looked at you. You turned to Peter with a serious look on your face.
"Peter! That's disgusting! Where are your manners?" you said, giving him a wink. Ian laughed, Hector chuckled a bit and Peter just looked at you confused. You cracked a smile. You couldn't hold it in anymore. You glanced around the room and saw the Captain looking at you. His spoon was just hanging close to his mouth, as if he were in mid-bite.
'He must have heard me burp.' You giggled to yourself and looked around the room again to inspect how many men were really on the ship. You wanted to know how many of them you'd be scaring tonight for your revenge. You smiled big as you thought of what you were going to do. Once dinner was done you helped Gibbons with the dishes again. Well, you just sort of handed him dirty dishes for him to wash. You weren't much help but you wanted to talk with him.
"So. Have you told him yet?" you asked, handing him a bowl to clean. He took it and shook his head. You sighed.
"He's just going to stay mad at you until he knows the truth." you said, thinking about the look on Ian's face tonight. You heard Gibbons sigh.
"Lass. I don't know if that boy will ever forgive me. He's always been a stubborn lad." he said, washing another bowl. You pondered for a moment. Thinking of way's you could bring them together again. You hadn't really talked with Ian about this yet. You had only inquired to Gibbons about it.
'I guess I'll need to talk with Ian about it first. That way I can plan my attack. Operation "Bring Ian and Gibbons together" is now in effect.'
After you were done 'helping' Gibbons with dishes, well, lets face it. You spent the whole time handing over bowls and talking. After that you went up on deck to get some fresh air. It must have been 9 o'clock you guessed. Again. No clock, and you couldn't exactly check your phone out in the open on this ship, so it made it hard to guess the time. It was nice outside that night. Everyone was already in bed. You had to wait till later tonight when you knew for a fact that they were all asleep to carry your plan out. You walked over to the railing of the ship, leaning forward on it. Taken aback once more by the clusters of stars above you. The clouds had cleared so nothing was getting in your way of observing them. You smiled, your (e/c) eyes looking up, twinkling along with the stars. You could actually see many constellations that you learned about in school. The big dipper wasn't hard to find. Orion's belt you found soon after that. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't hear foot steps coming up behind you...
"Enjoying the view love?" you heard. You turned your head around quickly to see the Captain standing there. His hat shaded his features but it didn't seem to dull his vibrant green eyes. He was smiling at you. Not a cocky, smug smile. But a sincere one. You looked at him for a moment before giving him a sincere smile back.
"Yes. Its amazing." you said. Your voice seemed calm and peaceful. The captain noticed your change in attitude and gave you a confused look. You giggled as he furrowed his big eyebrows together. You turned around to face him fully. Giving him a devious grin again.
"What's the matter Captain? Cat got your tongue?" you said, showing all your teeth as you smiled. He noticed how the moonlight made your smile sparkle. Also noticing that your teeth looked well taken care of and clean.
'Must be a noble of some sort.' he concluded. He also gave you a smug smile and walked over, standing to your right. You turned your attention back to the sky above, leaning on the railing again. You had a look of pure amazement on your face.
'It seems better the second time.' you thought. The captain stood there observing you as you gazed up into the night sky. He loved looking at the stars too, but you seemed to look as if you had never seen the stars before. He cleared his throat a bit.
"I see the stars have captivated your attention." he remarked. You slowly nodded your head, never taking your eyes off of the twinkling night sky.
"Yes" you said quietly. "I've never seen so many before
" you trailed off as you realized what you had just said.
'Crap.' you thought. 'This is going to perk up questions from him, I just know it!' You turned your head and faced the captain. He was looking down at you, cocking an eyebrow. His green eyes flashing with confusion.
"Never seen so many? What do you mean by that love?" he asked, confused by your statement. You sighed and looked out to the sea.
'Well now I'm stuck. I can't really talk my way out of this one
I'd better just tell him the truth. Part of it. I don't have to go into any details.' you thought, remembering what Alfred had warned you about.
"Well." you started "There's so many light in the city where I'm from that it blocks out most of the stars." you said. He looked at you and then at the sky.
"Is that so?" he said. You nodded.
"Yup" you gave a short laugh "So much so that you can actually count them." You looked at him and noticed the shock on his face. He had only ever seen the sky filled with stars before, so to imagine being able to count the stars boggled his mind. He looked at you, shock written all over his face.
"Truly?" he asked.
"Truly" you replied back. He looked into your eyes as if to try to read you like a book.
"You know you never told me where your from." he said, trying to prod the answer out of you. You gave him a look that to him made you looked slightly panicky.
"Oh? Really?" you said, looking away from him. He took a step closer to you.
"Why do you refuse to tell me where your from? Are you in some sort of trouble (name)?" he asked. You could actually hear concern in his voice. Alfred's voice kept invading your mind.
'Don't tell him, or anyone else anything personal about you.'
You sighed and looked at your hands hanging over the side of the railing.
"I'm sorry." you said "I can't" He blinked a bit in confusion.
"What do you mean you can't" he asked. He really wanted to know more about you and it frustrated him that you refused to tell him more. You looked at him apologetically.
"I'm sorry. But there are some things that I just can't tell you. Its complicated but believe me." you looked out to the sea again.
"If I told you I'd be putting a lot of people in jeopardy."
He didn't know what to make of your statement. He looked down at your hands. Noticing the bracelet on your left wrist. He remembered, while he was listening in on you while you were in the brig, you mentioning something about your bracelet and how if you hadn't of stolen it you wouldn't be in this mess. He decided to bring it up.
"Is it because of that bracelet you stole?" he asked glancing at your bracelet and then back at you. You turned your head quickly at him and gave him a look.
"What makes you think I stole this?" you asked, a little worried that he knew something about it. He smiled a bit and looked down.
"While you were in the brig I overheard you talking-" you cut him off.
"-You were eaves dropping on me while I was imprisoned?!?" you almost yelled. He looked up, a bit bashful.
"Yes." he said. You glared at him a bit before looking away.
'I can't believe this guy! No respect for other peoples privacy!' you thought. You felt a hand on your arm and turned your head. The captain was holding your forearm, looking at your bandaged hands.
"I heard you crying too
and it broke my heart." he said, not taking his eyes off of your hands. Your eyes widened a bit before a light pink dusted your cheeks.
'He cares about me?' you thought.
"I heard you yelling and something slamming on the floor. I also overheard you saying how if you hadn't stolen this bracelet that you wouldn't be in this mess." he said and made eye contact with you, his emerald eyes piercing your (e/c) ones. You looked stunned.
'Uh oh.' you thought 'This isn't good'. He looked at you with determination but also with concern.
"Your in trouble. Aren't you (name)?" he said. That's it. He had you. You were stuck and didn't know how to talk your way out of this one. You just looked up at him, unsure of what to say. Much against your will your head nodded without your permission.
"Mind telling me what its about?" he asked. You shook your head this time.
I...I just can't do that right now." you said, accidentally leaving an open future invitation for him to ask later.
"Perhaps sometime in the future then?" he said. You pondered it for a moment.
"I don't know." you said.
" he said, looking down at your hands. He took both of your hands into his, inspecting them.
"Could you at least tell me how you injured your hands then, love?" he asked, looking at the blood stained cloth wrapped around your hands. You sighed.
"Yeah." you said "When you locked me in that death trap down stairs I REALLY wanted to get out. So I was pounding my fists on the grating." You looked down, a little embarrassed.
"I guess I hit my hands harder then I thought." you said, laughing a little. The captain laughed with you and let go of your hands. You laughed some more but stopped and clutched your stomach, more stomach cramps were hitting you again. The captain looked down at you with concern.
"(name?) are you alright?" he asked, placing a hand on your shoulder. You stood up and gave him a half smile.
"I'm fine. Just stomach cramps, that's all. Must be from all the excitement lately." you said. You turned and leaned on the railing again. He did the same, leaning next to you. You gazed up at the stars again.
"Wow." you said breathlessly "Gorgeous isn't it?"
"Yes." he said, looking over at you "Its breathtaking." he said, keeping his eyes on you. You didn't notice this, you were too busy looking up. He sighed a little and looked out to sea.
"I know it must be hard adjusting to all this. What with you being a noble and all-" you cut him off with a laugh. You turned your head to face him.
"A noble? What ever gave you that idea?" you asked, amused by his statement.
"Well, I just assumed by the way you look. You clothing is vibrant in color. Your hair is well kept and clean and so are your teeth." he said, looking over at you.
"Plus, I don't see too many peasants wearing gold jewelry, love." he said, looking at your gold hoops sparkle in the moonlight. You laughed at him a bit and shook you head.
"I'm no noble, trust me. We just dress like this where I'm from. And these aren't real gold." you said, pointing to your earrings.
"Its fake. That way if they get stolen from me the joke will be on that dummy who took them" He smiled a small smile at you.
"Well wherever your from it sounds like class isn't a big distinction." he said. You nodded.
"Yup, everyone has equal chance at everything. It doesn't matter if you rich, poor or otherwise." you said, looking out at the sea. He nodded and did the same.
"Sounds like a wonderful place to be." he said. You face fell a bit.
'Oh if you only knew the problems that came with it' you thought. You looked up at the sky again. So did Arthur.
"Do you know any constellations, (name)?" he asked, looking down at you. You looked up at him and nodded.
"Sure do!" you said, a big grin covered your face. He smiled at you and chuckled.
"Alright then. Show me. Point to the North Star" he said. You looked up at the sky and pointed to it.
"There it is. Polaris." you said. He smiled.
"You know its Latin name? I'm impressed." he said, looking over at you and smiling, you smiled back.
"Show me more." he said. You smiled and did so.
"Orion's belt. The Big Dipper. Cassiopeia. Virgo. Lyra. Hercules." you said, naming off all the ones you could find. Arthur stood there next to you, listening to your every word. Following your finger as you pointed to each constellation. Captivated by your knowledge of the stars.
"You certainly know quite a bit. Your father must have taught you well." he said. He looked over at you expecting you to be beaming with pride, but instead he saw you with a solemn look on your face. He also noticed some anger and fear in your features as well.
"(name)? Are you alright? Did I say something wrong?" he asked, concerned for you now. He had always seen you so full of life and energy. Even when you were mad at him. But now, you seemed drained and lifeless. This concerned him.
"I have no relationship with my father. As far as I'm concerned I don't have one." you said bitterly. Arthur looked at you in shock.
"(name). That's a terrible thing to say." he said. You gave a short laugh.
"If you knew him you wouldn't say that." you said quietly. You stood up straight and started walking toward the stairs. Arthur's eye's followed you the whole way.
'What happened to her? She sounded so hurt just then' he thought. Obviously by the way you spoke about your father he could tell there was something the matter. He decided to inquire about it later. He didn't want to leave this conversation on such a sad note so he decided to bid you goodnight.
"Good night (name)." he called out to you before you descended down the stairs to your room. You stopped and turned your head. You gave him a smile as if to say
'I'll be alright'.
"Goodnight Captain." you called back gently. He tipped his hat to you but his eyes never left you.
'He's actually being nice to me? I wonder why
' you thought before turning and heading down to your room. As you walked you thought about the conversation you just had with the Captain. You shook your head to clear your thoughts. Now you had to focus on your plan ahead. The crew. A devious grin spread across your face as you thought of how you were going to execute your plan.
Time had passed. You had spent quite some time in your room, waiting for the midnight hour to creep by. Now was the time to put your plan into action. You smirked, getting an idea.
'So. There superstitious, huh? Well I'll give them a run for their money.' you thought.