After you and Gibbons were done with the dishes you gave him a much needed cooking lesson. Since lunch was next you decided to help him with something for that.
"Ok" you said "Lets do something for lunch. So, what do we have?" He led you to a set of double doors.
"Here be all the fixens lass" he said as he opened the doors, reveling the pantry. It was pretty good sized, about as big as one of the cells down in the brig. You stepped inside to have a little look see. It was dark, so it was a bit hard to see.
"I can't really see anything-"
Just then a soft orange glow lit the room. You turned around to see Gibbons holding a candle, brightening up the room. You smiled at him.
"Thanks" you said. He smiled in return.
"Can't very well find what yer lookin' fer if ye can't see now can ye?" He had a point. You laughed softly and turned your attention back to the food. There were shelves on either side with assorted jars and containers. Barrels lined the room as well. There was plenty of food here.
'Probably taken from the same town I was taken from.' you thought as you inspected the room. Gibbons walked past you and looked at the jars.
"I don' know what most of these spices are." he said "Truth be told, I've never really cooked much in me life, I only remember sparsely what me ma taught me when I was a wee lad." You walked over and took the candle from him, taking a closer look at the jars. Some of them were marked but some were not. Placing the candle on the shelf, you opened one of the jars and smelled it.
"This smells like clove." you said
"Clove?" Gibbons repeated. You nodded and put the lid back, taking another unmarked lid.
"This one smells like ginger." you said, perking up. You loved ginger, the taste, the smell, everything.
"Ginger?" he asked "I've never heard of that before." you turned and smiled at him.
"It's a root from China. Its used in cooking, its good. Here smell." you held the jar out to him for him to smell. He bent down and inhaled the spicy aroma.
"That's very nice." he said. You smiled and put the jar back, looking at the other jars.
"Lets see, black pepper, salt, curry, oregano, anis
he sure has a lot of foreign spices." you remarked.
"Aye. I suppose when your pillagin' and lootin' ye come across some new flavors." Gibbons said. You gave a short laugh.
"Yeah, I suppose your right." You took the candle and walked over to the barrels. Opening one up.
"Carrots." you said and opened another. "Apples, potatoes, flour.."
You inspected each and every barrel. You now had a pretty good idea of what to make.
"Okay Gibbons, grab these and lets head to the kitchen." he picked up the items and followed you out of the pantry.
"Okay Gibbons we need a big pot." you said. He nodded and grabbed a big soup pot, setting it down on the stove.
"What are we making lass?" he asked. You shrugged a bit.
"I dunno. We'll just make it up as we go." you said, smiling at him. He quirked an eyebrow.
"Isn't that a bit risky lass?" he asked. You shook your head.
"Nah, that's how I always cook."
You spent the next hour and a half teaching Gibbons things here and there. Mainly emphasizing the difference between sugar and salt. He was having fun and so were you. Cutting, stirring and laughing the whole time. He told you stories as the two of you cooked. Stories about his past. Stories about his adventures when he was younger. Stories about Ian. They all made you laugh. By the time you were done you had two nice bowls full of your concoction.
"So." you said, raising a spoon "Shall we give it a try?" you said. He picked up his spoon.
"Aye lass, dig in!" You both took cautious bites but soon were both relieved to know that it tasted like food. Real food. Although it was new to Gibbons, for you it was a little taste of your normal cooking.
"I can't believe it turned out so well" he said. You swallowed your bite before you spoke.
"I concur." You took another bite and savored the flavor. You soon finished your bowl and looked at Gibbons.
"So, think you'll be able to make this again for lunch this afternoon?" He looked at you wide eyed.
"Me? Do this? All by meself?" he said, a little fear in his voice. You nodded.
"Sure! Why not?" you said. He looked down at his bowl.
"I don' know lass. I'm still new to all this cooking and such. I'm afraid I would just ruin it." he said, looking a little sad. You reached over and placed a hand on his.
"You'll do fine. I know you will! Just remember all that we did for these dishes and just copy it. Taste it and add whatever you think is missing." you said, smiling at him. Just then someone came into the room.
"There you are miss!" It was Peter. You turned around to greet him.
"Hey Pete! What's up?" you said. He stopped for a moment but remembered the meaning of that phrase, smiling at you.
"I'm doing well thank you." he said.
"The sky is up lass." Gibbons said. You and Peter laughed.
"No, no. It means how are you." you said. Gibbons leaned on the table a bit.
"So why didn't ye just say that in the first place?" You laughed again and turned to Peter.
"So, whatcha doing here?" you asked as Peter walked up to you.
"My brother, I mean, the Captain, sent me to go and fetch you. He would like to have a word." he said. You cocked an eyebrow.
"Does he now?" You said "And do tell, how mad would he get if I didn't go?" you said, a devious look in your eyes. You just looooved to mess with him. Peter looked at you, eyes wide.
"Oh! You don't want to do that miss! That will anger him! And that's no good for anyone!" he said, looking worried. You smiled at him.
'Mad, huh? That would be a sight to see'
"Well tell him that if he wants to talk to me he can come to me instead of summoning me like a dog." you said, turning your attention to Gibbons. Gibbons too looked at you like you were out of your mind.
"Ye sure ye want to be doing that lass? That doesn' seem like a good idea." he said. You waved it off.
"I'm not going be called for like a slave. I'll go and talk to him when I feel like it." you said. Secretly enjoying this. You wanted to get him mad. Just once, because you were devious like that. Peter looked at you in shock.
"B-But Miss! Please! He'll punish you if you don't come!" he said, worry in his voice. You turned to him.
"Oh, I'm not worried about that. Now go on and tell him what I said. Go ahead." you said, trying to keep your smile from creeping up on your face. Peter just looked at you for a moment before slowly and hesitantly turning around to tell the Captain what you had just said. Gibbons turned to you.
"Ye know yer in trouble fer this, right lass?" he asked. You gave him a big grin.
"What could go wrong?" you said. You didn't really realize the seriousness of the situation you just put yourself in. It was unheard of for anyone to speak to the Captain like that, let alone a woman. You were so use to being outspoken you thought nothing of it. That outspokenness, you would later find out, would get you into trouble.
Captain Kirkland was in his cabin that day, looking at some maps.
"Where is he!" he said, frustrated. "He couldn't have gone far. Normandy? No. Madrid? No, he wouldn't have the time to get there so fast. Think Kirkland, Think
" His thoughts were interrupted by a light knock on the door. He looked up, his face softening a bit.
'At least I get some friendly company.' he thought to himself, thinking it was you behind the door. He straightened up and leaned back in his chair.
"Come in." he said smoothly. He had a cocky grin on his face which soon fell when he saw, not you, but Peter walk in.
"Oh. Its you." Arthur said. Peter crossed his arms.
"Its nice to see you too." he said sarcastically. Arthur sighed.
"Well, bring (name) in and shut the door on your way out." he said, standing from his chair and turning toward the window, looking out of it with his hands behind hid back. Peter said nothing at first. Arthur turned his head slightly.
"Well? What are you waiting for?" he said, slightly agitated at Peter taking so long. Peter cleared his throat and stepped forward.
"I-I am sorry to inform you that she has refused to come." he said, trying to sound confident. Arthur quickly turned around, staring at Peter confused.
"What was that?" he asked. Peter fidgeted.
"I-I said that she said she refused to come." Arthur took a step forward.
"She says that if you really want to talk with her you will go to her instead of, how did she put it? Instead of summoning her like a dog." Peter finished, shaking slightly. He knew what his brother was like when he was angry. Arthur was not the sort of person who liked to be told 'No'. And he got angry when people refused him.
"No? No?!? She said no! Who does she think she is!?! I'm the Captain of this ship! I give the orders and she tells me no!?" He said, clearly getting angry by your refusal. He walked to his desk quickly and grabbed his hat, placing it on his now angry head. He pushed past Peter on his way out.
"Oh she'll regret telling me no." he muttered to himself as he made his way down to the stairs. Men quickly glanced in the captains direction. Seeing him as angry as he was only provoked them to work faster, hoping he would not take his wrath out on them. His feet pounded down the stairs, ready to explode with anger at any moment.
You had just placed your dish away in the tub, getting ready to wash it. Gibbons had left a moment ago to get more food ready for lunch. You placed your hands in the tub, beginning to wash your dish when you were abruptly interrupted by a hand grabbing your shoulder and spinning you around harshly. You dropped your dish, it shattered on the floor by your feet. Your shocked (e/c) eyes were met by green ones. Piercing, angry green ones.
"Who do you think you are!" Arthur practically shouted at you. You blinked a bit, dumbfounded by his sudden outburst. You wanted to get him mad, but now you were having second thoughts...
"W-what?" you asked, sincerely confused and a little scared now. You had never seen anyone this mad. Not since you lived with your father. You could see the same angry, malicious look in the Captains eyes now. It shook you to the core.
"You know exactly what I mean! What do you think gives you the right to refuse me or my orders!" he said, now grasping both of your shoulders tightly. You winced a bit. Your shoulders were still a bit sore from all the running and falling you had done earlier.
"O-Ow! Let go man! Your hurting me!" you said trying to loosen his grip. This only invoked him even more, practically squeezing your arms off.
"No! I've had enough of your childish behavior! Your on a pirate ship! Not some leisure vessel that you can do whatever you please! Or say whatever you please! You, miss (name) are a prisoner on this ship! You will work when I say! Come when I summon you! Eat when I say!" His face was mere inches away from yours.
"And you WILL obey my orders! I AM your Captain now and I will not tolerate disrespect on my ship!" he said, in a voice that almost made you go pale. You didn't say anything. You couldn't. What could you say? You hadn't been yelled at like that since you were a child. It usually ended with a beating from your father. This memory made you quiver a bit.
"I-I'm sorry. I-" You were cut off by him again.
"Oh, sorry won't cut it this time missy." he said dragging you out of the room and down the hallway.
"H-Hey! What do you think your doing!" you said, wanting him to let go.
'Ok! This is starting to scare me! Alfred! Help me!' you pleaded in your head. You tried to wiggle out of his grip. It did nothing. He led you down the hallway, barely lit by a few sparse candles here and there. It was all making you really uncomfortable. He stopped at a door and unlocked it with a key, dragging you inside. You squirmed, not wanting this anymore. He led you to a cell.
'Oh no. Not here! Not the brig! It sucks down here!' you thought frantically. Sure enough, he opened the cell door and pushed you inside, but not before you gave a struggle. You really didn't want to be in there. It frightened you a bit.
"Noo!!" You yelled "Let go of me!" He just shoved you harder into the cell before locking it. You fell in, facing the dirty wooden floor. You turned your head around to see Arthur glaring at you before he left you alone in the dark, dank room. When the main door slammed shut you stood up and rushed over the cell door. You rattled it a bit, hoping it would wiggle, even just a little. It didn't even budge and you didn't know how to pick a lock. You pounded your fists on the cell grating.
"Let me out!" you yelled as loud as you could. You pounded your fists harder.
"Let me out!! Don't leave me in here! Please!!" You pounded your fists until they were sore and starting to bleed a little. You stopped and looked at them.
"O-ow." you whined softly, cradling your now bleeding hands. Finally coming to the realization of the situation you were in. You had all this time thought you could just treat this situation like a joke and that everything would be okay. Oh, how wrong you were. You turned around slowly, taking in your surroundings. It was enough to make you cry. You walked to the middle of the cell and slumped down, hanging your head with your hands cradling each other. The cool air stinging your open cuts. You were now miserable.
"This wasn't suppose to happen." you said softly to yourself. Your eyes starting to well up with tears.
"None of this was suppose to happen." you said, your voice getting a little higher as your emotions took over.
"I just-I just want to go home." A tear trailed down your cheek and fell onto your hand, only causing it to sting more. You winced, but you didn't care. More tears started coming down until it was unstoppable. A cascade of tears were coming down your face now. Your shoulders shook and you cried quietly to yourself.
"Alfred." you whispered "Save me" You sniffed a bit.
"Matthew, Patrick, Calvin, Jacob. Someone. Anyone. Help me." your voice started to fade into a soft whisper. You didn't like this anymore. At first you thought it was fun but now
you hated it. You hated being here. You hated this cell. You hated this ship. But most of all, you hated the Captain now. Any thought of you considering him a friend was now gone at the moment. You could only think of how angry he was. How malicious his eyes were. Thinking about his eyes made you quiver in fear.
"The way he was looking at me
it was just like
" your voice trailed off as you lifted your right hand and traced a long scare along your neck. It went from your jaw line all the way down to your shoulder. You shut your eyes tightly, remembering who had given you that scar. Flashbacks of your father coming at you with a carving knife flashed in your mind before tears started creeping down your face again. You scooted toward the corner and leaned against the cold metal wall, shivering as the cold hit you.
"I hate this." you squeaked out. Your voice was shaky and racked with sobs. You just wanted to go home. You didn't want to wait for a month. You wanted to go NOW. You looked at your left wrist. An angry expression now crossing your face.
"You stupid bracelet!" you yelled and slammed your left wrist against the wooden floor.
"This is all your fault!" you slammed it again.
"I hate you! This is all your fault! I!
" your voice trailed off as you realized it was really your fault. You closed your eyes again and started crying once more. Hanging your head low.
"This is all my fault." you said softly. "If I hadn't stolen this bracelet I wouldn't be in this mess."
You covered your face with your hands, not caring if you got any blood on your face. You sat there and gently rocked yourself. You took your hands away from your face and hugged your knees. You started to shakily hum a song that your mother use to sing to you. It always comforted you when you were scared.
Your hum's echoed off the walls and down the hall. The Captain was listening in the whole time, with his ear to the door. When he heard you cry his face fell greatly. He didn't mean to make you cry, he just wanted to get a point across.
'If mother were here she'd skin me alive for making a woman cry' he thought to himself. He hated hearing or seeing anyone cry. Especially a girl or woman.
'The way she looked at me
the fear in her eyes
' He reached for the door but stopped himself.
'No. If I let her out the crew will think I'm soft. I won't get any respect from them if I do.' He slowly backed away and left you. Part of him fighting with the other. He didn't really need to yell at you, but he was a pirate. He had to be mean and nasty. That was part of his job. He sighed heavily as he ascended up to the deck. The crew watched as the Captain walked toward his cabin and closed the door behind him.
"What was that all about?" one asked.
"I don't know. Seems that girl provoked him." said another. The big, bald one that was with Ian the day you 'snuck' aboard spit over the side of the ship.
"Just the same, its bad luck to have a woman on board." he said. Everyone mumbled in agreement. Ian was a bit worried about you though. Even thought you were considered 'bad luck', he still liked you.
'She can't be all that bad luck.' he thought to himself as he tightened the ropes in the sail.
Gibbons was carrying a barrel down stairs to the galley when he noticed you weren't there.
"Strange" he said to himself. He noticed the shattered bowl on the floor.
'This can't be good' he thought. He looked around the room, hoping to find you. He looked in the pantry. No such luck. He walked upstairs to the deck and looked around for you. He didn't see you there either. He was starting to worry. He went over to one of the men working with ropes.
"Pardon me lad. But have ye seen the wee lassy around here?" he asked. The pirate looked up from his work.
"Oh. The stowaway? She got in trouble with the Captain or something' like that." he said and went back to his work.
'Trouble with the Cap'n?' he thought. His breath hitched in his throat as he worried about what might have happened to you. Gibbons walked over to the Captains quarters. He opened the door and walked down the hall, knocking on the Captains door.
"Come in." he heard from the other side. Gibbons took a deep breath and let himself in. Arthur looked up from his desk to see the new cook and captive standing there.
"Yes?" he said before looking down at his papers again.
"I heard the lass is giving ye some trouble." Gibbons said, Arthur grunted in reply. Gibbons took a step forward.
"I also heard that she got into trouble herself." Arthur said nothing. Gibbons was now in front of the Captains desk leaning forward a bit.
"What did ye do to her Cap'n?" Gibbons said, concern and sternness in his voice. Arthur looked up from his papers.
"I really don't think that's any of your business cook." he looked down at his papers again. Gibbons scoffed.
"None of me business?" he said, raising an eyebrow.
"If I may cap'n, I'll have ye know that lass is like me own daughter so I say it is me business." Arthur gazed up at Gibbons and leaned back in his chair.
"Is that so?" he said, keeping a serious expression.
"Then perhaps you would do well to discipline her better so I don't have to." he said leaning down to examine his papers again. But he was interrupted by Gibbons hands slamming down on his desk.
"What did ye do to her?" he said. His voice was dark and threatening. Arthur gave him a glare.
"Your out of order." he said, stern and just as threatening.
"You are a cook and I will not tolerate you talking to me that way. I could have you killed, your easily replaceable. Or I could send you down into the brig like I did (name) if you keep it up." Gibbons eyes widened.
"So, she be in the brig?" he said, standing up and walking toward the door quickly.
"Hold it right there cook!" Arthur stopped him. Gibbons hand was inches away from the knob. Arthur stood up and walked behind Gibbons.
"Don't even think about it." he said, his voice icy and cold sounding.
"You will leave her in there until I say otherwise. If you even think about letting her out." he got closer to gibbons face.
"I will make sure you never see the light of day again. Understood?"
Gibbons slowly nodded and left the captain. Arthur sighed and made his way to his desk. 'Its nothing personal love. I just need you to start respecting me, that's all. Whatever it takes.' he thought as he examined his papers again in silence. Suddenly he heard a low rumble from outside, he turned around in his chair and looked out, seeing dark clouds looming overhead.
"Thunder? It was clear a moment ago. That doesn't make any sense
." he said as raindrops started to hit the glass, almost like the sky was angry and crying, just like (name).