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"Márie?"
"Yes?"
"What does 'maroon' mean?"
"I think its a colour." Marie giggled, her Irish accent shining through her words as she dropped the remaining chopped onions into her big brown pot of boiling water and vegetables.
"No I mean, what does it mean to 'maroon' someone?" You sighed. It had been bugging you since the Captain had threatened to do so.
"Why would you want to know such a thing?" She turned her full attention to you, her eyes were different to her brothers. They were still the same colour and shape but they just seemed warmer, more trusting even with the eyebrows that seemed to come along with them. Perhaps they just seemed nicer because she was a nicer person.
"The Captain said he might do it to me on the next Island we go to." It had been a few days since then but it felt much longer. The man had been completely ignoring you, he wouldn't even look at you. Arthur would pass on any messages or orders. In part you were relived, you didn't really want to talk to him, but a part of you also felt sad, for a moment you'd believe he was a nice person and now nothing.
"Oh big brother likes to bluff I'm sure he didn't mean it. His barks wo- mostly worse than his bite." She smiled her biggest smile causing her freckles to wrinkle and returned to her pot.
"I'm sure it is but that still doesn't answer my question." Letting out an exasperated moan you turned your attention back to the stale loaf of bread you had been attempting to butter before you'd started asking questions.
"I think... And don't hold me to this, but I think its when they drop a person on an abandoned Island with barely any food and water." Her voice was quiet.
"So that they die of starvation? Or thirst?"
"Or heat." She finished of your thoughts, "but I'm not sure. You should probably ask Arthur or Deini, they know more about that kind of thing than me.
"Oh. Thank you." You felt your throat drying just at the thought of it. Would the Captain really do that to you?
You could feel your eyes watering. Why would someone do that? You wanted to go home more than ever now. The streets may not have been a great place to live but you much preferred it to this place. This horrible place.
A knock on the door startled you back into the real world. Why does everything keep making me jump.
Both of you looked at the kitchen door waiting for someone to enter.
Please don't let it be him.
Luckily its wasn't him, it was Arthur. A bored look on his face. His eyes scanned the room, checking on what you were doing. He quickly smiled at his younger sister before looking dead at you.
"I need you," his gloved finger pointed straight at you "to come with me."
"Why? Where to?"
"Back to the hold."
No, not there again. Anywhere but there.
You desperately tried to cover up your fear.
"Why?"
"Captains orders."
Could he really hate me that much?
You heard a chuckle push past Arthur's lips. "Don't worry Love its just for a little while. Ships going to dock up soon and we can't have you trying to escape, now can we?"
"Oh does she have to go back there?" Márie carelessly interrupted. "Its scary down there. I'll keep an eye on her while you're all gone. I promise."
You both stared in anticipation, you could almost see the Englishman weighing out the pros and cons of the situation.
"If I let you stay here do you promise not to try and leave the ship?"
You quickly nodded.
"Alright but if anyone else finds out I'm leaving it on you." He looked back to his sister.
"Not a problem."
"Fine. You behave." He checked back to you, suspicion laced his eyes but he obviously trusted his sister to much. Without another word he left the small room. Something about him reminded you of a father. He wanted to be mean and disapline you both but he didn't seem to have the heart.
"Thank you, again." You mustered a weak smile in Máries direction.
"No need to thank me, I wouldn't want to be locked in the hold, its not very nice down there." The Irishwoman smiled as she once again turned back to her pot, leaving you to your thoughts.
Meanwhile ~
The crew were in usual docking routine, their flag was being lowered so the approaching town new they didn't want to cause any trouble. The boarding plank was ready to be slid out once they reached the dock and the anchor was ready to be dropped but as well as everything was going, Allistor just couldn't keep his head straight.
He couldn't stop thinking about you and what an idiot he was for treating you the way he did. Made a bet? Nothing special? I am such an ass. He couldn't just apologise. No, his pride was far to big for that.
He felt his knuckles turning white as he gripped onto the wheel. His teeth grinding together. The more vexed he became the less attention he payed to handling his ship.
"Oi! Watch what you're doing." His brothers voice accompanied by a set of fingers snapping in his face.
"Whut?"
"You're not paying attention again. What's gotten into you?"
For a brief second Allistor actually thought of telling Deiniol his problem, about how you seemed to be haunting his mind and how he'd completely messed up any chance with you. Then quickly shoved away the thought. He'd never been a sentimental man and neither had his brothers. Especially Deiniol. No, he'd rather not.
"None of ye business."
"It is my business if your you gonna crash the ship." He brother snapped back.
"Ay ain't gonna crash me own ship." Allistor answered defensively.
The younger brother huffed as he walked away the words "stubborn git" left his mouth just loud enough for his brother to hear.
Stubborn. Hump so what if he was stubborn.
Teeny tiny time skip~
Scotland was now stood on dry land, most of his crew had gone of to buy supplied, personals or alcohol. Unfortunately being the Captain meant he had the most jobs to do, in truth he didn't feel like do in any of them so instead he was wondering around the market. He had a few hours to spear. Why not?
So far all he'd bought was a new box of cigars, he already had one of the brown sticks balanced between his lips.
Usually a good cigar could take him mind of anything but this time it didn't seem to be working. The image of you stood before still him ran through his head. You stood, arms crossed, brows furrowed as if you were angry but tiny tears dotted your eyes, betraying you. It frustrated him to know that he cared. He shouldn't care, he was a pirate after all. Perhaps he just disliked the failure.
Maybe some scotch will help
Without another thought on the subject he began to look through every stall that looked as if it might sell scotch, or better yet whiskey. Sure enough he found one, a pricey one but he didn't mind forking out for the good stuff. Quickly he popped the cork and took a big swig of the rich liquor.
"Don't you think its a little early in the day to be drinking?" Allistor turned his attention to the man behind the stall. What did he know, besides he was selling it early in the day.
"Naw." Without another word he left.
In the corner of his eye he spotted one of those wondering saleswoman with baskets full of flowers. Maybe that could work. Women like flowers, or maybe not. The middle of the ocean isn't great for flowers but he could still buy you a gift. Clothes, jewellery?
Without a minute to lose the Scotsman began to hunt around the market for something you might like.
Unfortunately it didn't take long to see that most of the jewellery was fake. He would know, he had an eye for these sort of things, after all he salvaged jewels for a living. He didn't have much look with the clothing either, weak fabrics that were sewn together quite badly. Anything that might have been decent were far to impractical for life on the high sees. No his plan had failed. How he hated failing.
Although their was something he could do. Something he could give you...