Captive, Kidnapped by a Pirate [Inactive]

Lillian Gray

Lillian Gray

King in the North
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Captive, Kidnapped by a Pirate - Private 1x1 for Lillian Gray and altairismyhomeboy


Captive! Kidnapped by a Pirate.





The party has begun! The only heir to the throne is out to find a husband on the eve of her 21st birthday. Every man, woman, and child is invited to join in on the festivities. All men, except for the criminals at sea.


Her life is valued, beyond counting, to the King and Queen, which is why the lass is so valuable. Tonight, she will remember, as will I, when I get my fair share of the...

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Adelaide looked in the mirror, her own silver eyes looked back. Tomorrow would be her 21st birthday. So it was said in tradition, she would need to marry in order to continue her family line, Everette, Kings of the world. She swallowed hard and pressed her hands against the glass. Everything had to be perfect, this she knew, but in her heart she wasn't sure if she'd be able to pull it off.


Caister had long been the land of Kings, and her family had ruled for generations longer than she cared to remember. Her whole life, she was told what great importance it would be for her to have sons. Sons, she used to ask, why can't daughters rule? It simply wasn't so.


She traced her outline in the mirror and took note of each imperfection. Her short brown hair was curled and twisted around her face, and her pale skin glowed in the night's illuminating light. Be it day or night, her skin always seemed to shine with a pale light. Adelaide brushed a hair out of her face and twirled once. The white gown her father had specially made for her glittered from the candlelight, and hugged her delicate frame with care.


"Lady Everette." There was a knock on the door, a simple house maid. She took Adelaide by the arm and escorted her to the castle's back entrance. There, her father waited, arms outstretched to his only child. They embraced, and when the moment died, she took hold of his arm and nodded once.


I'm ready. She told herself.


The doors opened, loud sirens of different sounds, drums, trumpets, and an orchestra announced the presence of the King and his daughter, her ladyship, Adelaide Everette. Together, the pair walked into the crowd, into the garden around them. Cheers and roaring, thunderous applause burst through the music and made the already apprehensive Adelaide cower close to her father.


"Don't worry, my little Addy." He smiled down at her and gave her hand a reassuring pat. "You'll find someone you love tonight."


She smiled up at him. If only he knew that wasn't what she was nervous about. There were so many people, people she'd never met before, or even heard of the towns they came from. People across the whole world came to celebrate the King's only heir, and all of them were here solely for her. Her heart, her hand, and the crown that came with it.
 
The party was too nostalgic for his acquired tastes, but he supposed it was better than sitting poor on a deserted island off the coast Wolfwater with nothing to show but rum and broken shipboards. Christopher knew the dangers of making personal connections on a job; often times it halted his sword and caused all sorts of troubles. But when he received an offer to kidnap the princess of Caister for such a handsome price, the pirate captain knew he would have to put such superstitions behind him.


Money is matter, Christopher. Money is matter.


He picked up a glass of champagne from a table beside him and began to drink, keeping to himself and locking his eyes on his target.


 
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Adelaide twirled between men, constantly being passed off from one Lord to the next. Every one of them asked the same questions, in the same practiced manner. She knew they would be after the crown, but she had underestimated how tedious the night would be. Currently, she was stuck with her cousin. He had seen the look of boredom on her face from across the way, and requested a dance with the girl.


"Thank you, James." She sighed in relief, and for once there was a smile on her face. "I really needed a moment with someone I knew."


James laughed and danced with his cousin until the next bachelor approached. He bowed gracefully and disappeared into the crowd. The new man had an unfamiliar face, and as embarrassing as it was, she had to ask him his name. Most people introduced themselves, but he had not. Still, she curtsied and placed her hands to dance. She looked up at the man's face and smiled sweetly, she'd grown used to the motion.


"I'm sorry, my Lord, but I'm afraid I've never seen your face around here before." She apologized. "Might I ask your name?"


"I am from Lunaris, dear girl, I'm so sorry." The man said. He was from the Holy city! They danced their rounds, as partner after partner appeared. Adelaide grew tired of the game, and longed for the one man who could whisk her away from here.
 
"Forgive me, princess. I seem to have barged in on your dance."


The approaching gentleman placed an ebony hand on the maiden's waist, and the other over her hand. He was only a few inches taller than Adelaide, with skin of opposite color and dark eyes that appeared to hold many secrets.


"So sorry for my rudeness, princess. I am Duke Anthony de Barbarac, traveling from Brighton to see the elegance of our future High Queen." The apparent Duke looked for his captain, who winked in his direction before disappearing into the crowd.


"Tell me, my lady. Do you like the view outside? I must say, it is quite breathtaking at this time of night."
 
"Barbarac? I feel as if I've heard the name, yes" She lied. The name didn't ring any bells, but then again, there were so many royal families they were hard to remember. She accepted the his lie unknowingly and curtsied once more to the man, Anthony of Brighton.


His words spoke true in her heart. The garden had always been a place she enjoyed visiting. The flowers that grew at different times of the year were her playmates as a child, she knew their names by heart, and when they would bloom. As embarrassing as it was to admit, she preferred the company of the garden to many others.


"Indeed it is." She said, almost too excitedly. "It's a shame though, there's so many people here it really obstructs the beauty of the garden on it's own."


Guests danced their way through rows and shrubs, being careful not to destroy the King's garden. Lilies, roses, even some wildflowers grew all around the courtyard area, lit up by the lanterns placed around. The sun had long set, and only the moon served to light the way.


"There are still other paths of the garden that are blocked off, only for the party." She explained. "It's my father's attempt to corral the guests towards me he said." She laughed and then apologized. "I shouldn't be admitting such strange things."
 
"No matter, no matter." He chuckled and abruptly halted his dancing to extend a friendly hand. "Shall we, then? I would truly love to see the gardens from a more personal perspective, if I say so myself."


Christopher knew it was his time to move. When he watched his quartermaster take the hand of the princess, he carefully pushed his way through the crowd and entered the garden, getting into position.
 
Adelaide was startled when another man grabbed her hand, but she tried to lead the man towards the gardens. The area was quite lovely, more so in the daytime. She requested they plant tulips, because her father said her mother once loved them. Although they would never meet, the girl felt that she knew her mother quite well through stories her father told her.


"It's this way." She said politely, as she pointed to a hidden path to the left of where they were standing. A small faded white gate was the only thing blocking them and the private area Adelaide loved so much.


Before she opened it, she gasped and turned to the men. "Watch out for Evan, he's my personal guard. Tonight, he's the one wearing the gold and red cape, over there." She gestured to a man, tall and well built, he had bright red hair and a scar across his cheek. "He'll knock you out if he sees us."
 
"Ah, of course." Anthony chuckled under his breath. "A valuable princess like yourself had aught to be protected, especially from those who would seek the end of your kingdom." He gently put his hand on her low back and escorted her along the hedge lines, admiring the little flowers that budded along them.


"Tell me," he said coolly, "what is your quarrel with the kingdom of Barnsley?"
 
Anthony seemed calm, and he was appearing more and more interesting the longer they walked through the hidden grove just out of sight. He didn't ask the typical questions. This gave Adelaide a form of relief, knowing that not all men were after the crown. Little did she know, she'd given him her personal guard's identity. There wouldn't be any help for her if he was gone.


"Barnsley, we have no quarrels with them." She sounded surprised. "Tragic city, really. The mother and father, Lord and Lady of Barnsley, they died just last year. They've a son and a daughter, the girl is only nine. I can't imagine anyone with a quarrel with them currently, not after the death of their parents."


It was so terrible, the Lord and Lady had gone to see and their ship was never seen again. Parts of the missing ship were found scattered across the sea, coming up on different coasts. They were presumed dead. But, why was he asking?


"If I may, does Barnsley interest you?"
 
"Well, not particularly," he chuckled. "Though I agree. Such a tragedy."


The second they were out of sight from the surrounding Caister guardsmen, Anthony made his move. With a swift strike of the side of his hand, the dark man attacked her pressure point to render the princess unconscious, letting the captain scoop her up in his arms.


"Where the hell you been, Cap'n?!" the quartermaster whispered carefully. "If we don' leave now, we'll be caught for sure!"


"Quiet, Uati. We'll be fine. Cover me."


"Why?"


"No fun stealin' a princess without a fight, aye?" A devious smile was exchanged between them. "We steal her right through the front gates. Most of the crew is already unloading the treasury, so we gotta be quick."


"Right. On your mark, sir."


"'Kay. One...two...three!"


With a daring flare only pirates can muster, Uati tossed a flash bomb into the ballroom and waited for it to explode, drawing his axe and following his captain through the maze of nobility.
 
Adelaide was unconscious in Anthony, really Christopher's arms. Evan searched frantically for the princess as soon as the flash bomb went off. He couldn't see a thing, but he knew the girl would be in trouble, he hadn't seen her for a while now. His eyes had to adjust to the room, but it wasn't working fast enough. The guard drew his blade, still unable to see. "Find the princess!" He screamed into the crowd. "Find her now!"


Guards were stunned by the flash bomb, only a few men responded to the cry. The only thing that stopped them was the lack of any suspicious characters. Every person in the ballroom, and outside in the garden, was of noble class.


Where was the princess though?


All of the confusion gave more time for the pirates to slip away. Evan finally regained his sight, and stormed into the garden. He only had to scan the crowd for a second, as he'd grown familiar with the brown head of hair, before he sprinted to another direction.


"Find Adelaide!" He shouted again into the air.
 
Uati engaged with several of the castle guards, only to hack through chests covered in armor and helmets of steel. Blood stained the front of his party attire, such clothing that he loved to hate, and at the first possible moment the Lutoni shed the shirt from his back and tore it in half.


The front gates were little to no problem for them; such nobility left the guards stretched thin, much to Christopher's advantage. Minutes later the pirate and his first mate had reboarded the Siren.


"Weigh anchor! Hoist the sails! Be quick, you ninnies!" Captain Kenway beamed with pride, placing his captured prize in the arms of the nearest pirate. his chest heaving with each breath. "Put her in my quarters and post two men outside the door. Don't touch her, she's our guest, not a prostitute."


"Aye, sir."


As the gunners unloaded canonfire into the castle before them, the Siren gained wind with a decent headstart on her pursuers, disappearing into the fogline on the horizon.
 
When the girl awoke, she felt the light swaying of the ocean. Her eyes cracked open and found themselves staring at the wooden ceiling of, what she assumed had to have been, a ship of some sort. The rocking and combination of wooden panels around the room gave her the hint she was aboard a vessel.


She turned her head to the side, and saw the edges of a rope hammock which swayed her from side to side. The same white dress she'd been wearing at the party was still on her body, and she appeared to be unharmed.


The realization set in that she must have been taken and she rolled out of the hammock and onto the floor with a thud. "Ow..." She mumbled, rubbing her head with her hand. Adelaide tried to stand up, but quickly fell back to the floor because she wasn't used to the ground moving beneath her feet with every step.


She stayed on the floor and curled up into a ball, unsure what to think, and unsure what to do.
 
The sea breeze drifted over him, and he breathed in the salty sea air with a smile on his face. This was where Christopher Kenway belonged, out in the open with the sounds of waves crashing against the hull of his vessel, his bride. The Siren drifted effortlessly along the waters with clear skies above and empty horizons ahead. In all directions, nothing but the sight endless waters met a viewer's eyes.


He could stay forever in such a place.


Such thoughts were interrupted with a 'thud' that he felt in the floorboards, coming from directly below wheel, and he laughed heartily.


"It appears our loot is not accustomed to open sea!" he shouted merrily, and was met with a chorus of taunts and added laughter. Giving the wheel to his quartermaster, the captain descended elaborate stairs and entered his quarters, closing the door behind him.


"Good morning, princess."
 
Adelaide had finally managed to get herself into an upright position when this ship rocked, sending her backwards into the hammock. She crawled back into the mess of ropes and stayed there. It was more soothing to rock comfortably in the hammock than to roll around on the floor.


The door opened, and a man entered the room. She did her best to glare at him, but there was fear in her eyes. Adelaide was his prisoner, and she was in no position to be crude and angry towards her captor at open sea.


"Nothing good about it." She snapped. Adelaide turned her gaze from the man and stared down at her crossed arms. "Just let me go, my father will pay for my return."


Her father. Adelaide briefly thought about what it was like in Caister. Were they looking for her at all? As for her father, how would he handle the news? First his wife had died, and now his only heir had been kidnapped by...by a pirate of all things! He'd worked so hard to protect her, and now, she was gone.
 
Christopher listened to her words, smiling the entire time. She had more courage now that she had grown older, and though he denied it, deep down he felt a sense of pride. Memories of a little girl who was curious beyond her years came to the forefront of his mind, and he pushed them back desperately with a few sassy words.


"Your father could not pay half of what I've been promised upon your delivery, princess." Christopher grinned and tossed a large diamond in the air, catching it effortlessly. "He has nothing to barter with. You see, during your little party, my crew took most of the riches in his treasury. Wish I could take it all, but that would leave him hopeless. Instead, I want him running around like a chicken without a head. And now, I have that."


The pirate pulled up a chair and sat across from the hammock, propping his feet up on a table and picking his teeth with a toothpick.
 
He stole from the King's treasury?! Is he mad?





Adelaide's face instantly turned to shock upon listening to his words. Not only had her father lost is daughter, he'd lost half of his gold as well. The pirate spoke true, every kingdom was most likely to have more wealth that Caister now. She worried for her father, the King, with no heir and no gold. What would happen to him? Most likely, he'd lose power to his nephew, the very same James Adelaide had danced with at her party.


The pirate had said 'good morning' which must've meant it was the day after. Adelaide had to spend her 21st birthday aboard a pirate ship on her way to be sold to some other, somewhere. She didn't know.


"Who's paying you?" She asked, her face returned to a sour pout, as her situation sank deeper and deeper into her mind.
 
Christopher watched her expressions intently, noting every change and every glare. He chuckled to himself. I've gotten to her.





Running his fingers through dirty blonde hair, the pirate pushed out a suffering sigh. "I like to protect my clients' identities, sorry. Ask another question. I can answer yes or no."


Playing a game would loosen her up, right?
 
Adelaide curled up and turned away from the man. She didn't even know his name, and she didn't want to. It wouldn't matter. In either a few days, a few months, in some time she would be sold like a piece of meat and would never be able to return home. If it was a warring kingdom, she might be killed. Who else would pay such an extravagant price for the only heir to Caister?


"I don't want to play your game." She mumbled. Hopes, dreams, ambitions, they all flushed away at the mention of a price on her head. She was aboard the ship, and there was no sailing home again. Her future was most likely death. Death, slavery, or prostitution for all she knew.


"Just go away." She ordered, her voice wavered as tears welled up in her eyes. It felt so impossible, so unreal that she'd been captured at her own party in the midst of guards and nobles. But, it had happened, and what was done was done.
 
"Hmph. And here I was, thinking you'd be dying for information." The pirate picked up an apple from a bowl of fruit beside him and tossed it over to her. "Eat. You'll feel better."
 
Of course I'm dying for information, idiot.


"No thank you." She tried to growl, but instead the words that came out of her mouth whispered the sentence. "Evan and my father will come for me, I don't need your food."


Adelaide, still turned away from the pirate, wiped the tears from her face and bit down on her lip. The pain was a telltale sign it was all real, this was no dream as she would have hoped. Someone would save her, she prayed, Evan, her father would come. She was the only heir left, princess of the world.


Someone had to come for her, right?
 
The pirate laughed under his breath and grabbed a second apple, taking a large bite. "Mm. Delicious," he said with a full mouth, and didn't continue until he had swallowed.


"Look, princess. No one's gonna come for you. You're on the fasted, most dangerous pirate vessel in all the ocean! Might as well get used to it."


Inside, a part of him sank to the floor. She doesn't recognize me at all.
 
"The Siren." She stated coldly. "What's your name?"


Adelaide already knew his name, the Captain's name proceeded him. Christopher Kenway.


The vessel was infamous among noble men and women. They all feared for their treasure troves, and hoards of gold, especially those close to the coast. Mothers told their children stories of pirates. While they meant for it to instill fear into their hearts, and usher them to sleep, the children took it upon themselves to turn pirates into a sort of novelty adventure. They wore fake eye patches, and spoke with a crude accent. It was all fun and games, Adelaide had once thought.


"Someone will come." She added. Adelaide picked up the apple he'd thrown at her and tossed it back.
 
Christopher caught the fruit gracefully, once again throwing it back to her. "Eat," he repeated. "Or you'll get seasick. We'll be on the water for months yet." He gave a grin. "Gotta make my delivery, you know. Can't have a legendary pirate ship while shittin' on the reputation it comes with. I often make trips across the water, but this should be fun indeed. Much more fun. My treasure talks."


The pirate chuckled. "You know my name, princess. You don't need to ask."


But there was so much more to the Siren than met the eye...
 
"Kenway." She said with disgust, as if the name itself were a poison to her tongue. No, she didn't remember him at all, she was only familiar with the stories of the pirate Captain. Adelaide turned back towards the man. "I said, I don't need your food."


Again, she tossed the apple back towards him. This time, she got out of the hammock and made he way towards the door. The rocking of the ship threw off her balance, but she didn't fall. Adelaide stormed towards the door and threw a hand out to open it.


Someone will save me, they have to, Evan won't let me down.





She guaranteed someone would come for her in the next few days. Once they discovered it was Kenway who took her, they would be after him in no time.
 
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