Chapter 3 Chapter 3

Charlottes POV

I was standing at the bar when a man approached me.

" What is a girl like you doing here?"

Did he recognize me? I panicked and started to beg him.

" Shhh, please don't say anything."

I try to get by him, and he stops and grabs me by the hand and drags me toward the docks. I recognize the pirate ship. I try to pull away from him, and he won't let me go.

" What are you doing?"

" I'm taking you with me."

I lost Chelsea in the struggle between this man and me. He was dragging me towards a pirate ship that had docked at a dock that was no longer used. It was covered by some sort of fog. He waved his hand, and the fog disappeared. Again, for the second time in two days, the blood drained from my face. Was this the dreaded Pirate and warlock Marcus? It could not be, could it? I don't know, but I was so confused. Where was Chelsea? I did not hear her calling for me. In fact, I haven't seen her since she left me at the bar. I was so confused. I tried to fight him to run away. However, he was much stronger than I. He finally picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.

" Shut up."

Excuse who was he talking to? Did he know who I was? He ran onto the pirate ship and yelled.

" Set sail."

He then took me below deck and put me in a jail cell.

" If you really want to draw attention to us, go ahead and scream."

I did not want that. I had no idea who this man was. However, we were leaving Seaside. I wanted to leave her. So I sat down on the straw that was in the cell. I knew that all ships had lifeboats that I could use to get away if I needed to. I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up, Chelsea was in the jail cell with me, and the door was open. How did she get here? Where did she come from? I was surprised to see her.

" Chelsea, wake up."

She groggily responded to me.

" What?"

" Where are we?"

" We are on my boyfriend's ship."

Wait, she is a witch and a pirate. How does that work?

"You're a pirate."

" No, I'm a witch, my boyfriend is a pirate."

" We are onboard the Heretic."

Oh no, we are on the Warlocks pirate ship.

" Chelsea, I thought that we were sailing on a merchant vessel."

The merchant vessels sailed all over the world.

" No, I'm sorry I did not tell you, but Marcus can help."

It was true. I was going to be sacrificed in some witch ritual. I'm a virgin, and supposedly they can get power from virgins. I sat down in the corner of the cell and started crying. At least I was going to die without having an old man pawing at me.

" Charlotte, you're not going to die."

" We are going to help you."

Just then a man that I assumed was Marcus walked into the cell.

" You ladies are free to walk around now."

" We are well out to sea."

What did he mean? We were well out to sea how long I had been asleep for. I knew that the boat moved at night. In eight hours you could get far.

" Thank you Marcus."

" I'm going to go get us some apples and cheese."

" I'll stay her with Charlotte."

He had a smirk on his face. Like he was expecting a kiss or something. After she left, he slowly walked towards me.

" I think a kiss is in order as punishment for kicking me in the stomach."

" I will not kiss you."

I then stomped on his toe and tried to run past him. He grabbed me and had me pressed against the bars in the cell. He then kissed me on the lips hard. I bit his lip and pushed against him.

" You are spirited."

He had no idea how spirited I was. I had no idea how long this journey was, but I could make this a long journey for both of us. I lowered my head.

" You have no idea."

He chuckled.

"Challenge accepted."

What the hell does that mean? He had the advantage. He could simply cast a spell and have me be compliant even if I did not want to be. He then walked out as Chelsea was walking back in.

" You should give him a chance."

"He's just trying to help."

" He kissed me."

" I see you bit him."

I did bite him. I hope he likes the taste of blood.

" Yes, I did."

" Charlotte, I know that Mr. Waterford would paw at you, and he would try to force himself on you; however, Marcus is not the same."

I didn't trust him. He kissed me without even asking me if he could kiss me. What the hell. I was furious. I sat down in the corner of the cell and refused to talk or even eat. The rocking of the boat was soothing. Chelsea had been in and out of the cell several times.

" You know you have a room just up the stairs to the left."

" You do not have to stay here."

I stuck my tongue out at her.

" Charlotte, you're acting like a child."

So what if I was? The man had kidnapped me, and now he had kissed me. What was I supposed to be? Was I supposed to be happy about what was happening? I looked out the little window, and I could see that the sun was going down. My stomach growled.

I had not noticed that the man was standing outside the cell.

"Girl, quit acting like an infant and eat."

" Leave me alone."

" Suit yourself."

He set the tray down on the ground and left. He had also left a pitcher and a cup. I assumed it was wine or ale. I was getting thirsty. I was also hungry. I waited for him to finish what he was doing. When I was sure he was not watching me anymore. I got up and ran to the food. I was starving. I ate whatever was on the tray. Then downed a bunch of wine. Within minutes, I was asleep. When I woke up again, I was lying on a bed. It was actually comfortable. The door was open slightly. The sun had come up. Now I really don't know how long we have been at sea.