-Age 19-
She was being marched back to the shore and the col air from the ocean didn't relieve the sweat from her brow. She held her head downward afraid to see how close the beach was.
And yet like damned fool she looked.
And there she stood, adorned in her uniform and looking ever the part of a glorious pirate captain. She saw that the older woman with the short white hair was staring at her as they approached, a scowl across her face. Surrounding the Captain were a number of the crew, maybe a dozen men and women.
She heard a whisper in her ear. It was Ramsay. "Cap'n's gon' peel th' flesh from y' bones, I'd wager." His breath sank into her ear as he laughed at his own own cruelty. She attemtped to pull away and felt a strong hand, Ramsay's own, seize a handful of her hair and straighten her back to position as they walked. "Now now, lass, I don' wan' t' kill ye b'fore the Cap'n gets a chance t' see yer lovely face a'gin. so b'have!" The shove to the upper back hurt but she tried to hold her composure. She noticed the Captain hadn't moved, nor reacted. The scowl was evident.
As was the sword she held.
As they neared in silence, the blue skies contrasted the terror she felt deep in her heart as they were within yalms of the Captain. She finally spoke when they came to a stop before her, a light breeze blowing their hair about. The Captain's voice was loud enough for everyone to hear, older and with a rasp, but still as authoritative as always.
"Well.....look everyone. Our lost lit'le princess found her way home."
The men and women laughed as Melodia was now face to face with the Captain. A gloved hand grabbed her chin and squeezed roughly bringing her gaze up to the Roegadyn's face. When she spoke again, the older woman's words were cold and chilled Melodia to the bone. "An' I mean t' ensure tha' you never get off tha' ship again." As her face was roughly shoved backward, she saw the Captain nod to someone briefly and felt the sharp blow to the back of her head and the world went dark.
She was being marched back to the shore and the col air from the ocean didn't relieve the sweat from her brow. She held her head downward afraid to see how close the beach was.
And yet like damned fool she looked.
And there she stood, adorned in her uniform and looking ever the part of a glorious pirate captain. She saw that the older woman with the short white hair was staring at her as they approached, a scowl across her face. Surrounding the Captain were a number of the crew, maybe a dozen men and women.
She heard a whisper in her ear. It was Ramsay. "Cap'n's gon' peel th' flesh from y' bones, I'd wager." His breath sank into her ear as he laughed at his own own cruelty. She attemtped to pull away and felt a strong hand, Ramsay's own, seize a handful of her hair and straighten her back to position as they walked. "Now now, lass, I don' wan' t' kill ye b'fore the Cap'n gets a chance t' see yer lovely face a'gin. so b'have!" The shove to the upper back hurt but she tried to hold her composure. She noticed the Captain hadn't moved, nor reacted. The scowl was evident.
As was the sword she held.
As they neared in silence, the blue skies contrasted the terror she felt deep in her heart as they were within yalms of the Captain. She finally spoke when they came to a stop before her, a light breeze blowing their hair about. The Captain's voice was loud enough for everyone to hear, older and with a rasp, but still as authoritative as always.
"Well.....look everyone. Our lost lit'le princess found her way home."
The men and women laughed as Melodia was now face to face with the Captain. A gloved hand grabbed her chin and squeezed roughly bringing her gaze up to the Roegadyn's face. When she spoke again, the older woman's words were cold and chilled Melodia to the bone. "An' I mean t' ensure tha' you never get off tha' ship again." As her face was roughly shoved backward, she saw the Captain nod to someone briefly and felt the sharp blow to the back of her head and the world went dark.
