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High Tide - Chapter 4

One shot/ Chapter No: 4/?  one , two, three

Summary:  (Y/N) is the daughter of a governor,and is promised a happy life with her betrothed. But her heart yearns for the ocean and the mysteries it carries. After an argument with her soon-to-be-husband, she heads down to the docks, only to find something - or someone - she wasn’t expecting

Words: 1,684

Notes/Warnings: violence. also thank you to everyone who is following the story now, it means a lot to me. just to let you all know there won’t be any updates for a while because i’m going back to school and tumblr is blocked on their wifi soooo yeah. i would very much appreciate your patience! but i promise i will upload new chapters as soon as i can. much love.

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Chapter 4

The entire structure of the ship seemed to shake, but there was an excitement in my core that I had not felt before. The cries of the men above made my heart lurch into my throat as the danger of the situation sunk in. But it didn't make me want to leave immediately, it made me want to pick up a sword and be alongside them as they boarded the ship. My eyes darted over to the cutlass on the bookshelf, and my fingers itched to pick it up. I felt compelled as I walked over towards it, and as I picked it up, the cool metal seemed to calm my thumping heart but stirred my sense for adventure. The canons stopped firing a few moments later, and footsteps pounded overhead as all the men headed to board the merchant ship. My curiosity got the better of me and, gripping the cutlass slightly tighter, I opened the door and peeked out. Our ship had not a soul left on it, but the chorus of shouts coming from the other left nothing to the imagination. I wandered out a little further, looking cautiously over the side. The merchant ship was around the same size as ours, but with a much larger crew. Yet somehow Loki's men had managed to overtake the ship, round up the men in the centre, and start gathering all the supplies they wanted. I couldn't see Loki, but Kidd was circling the captured crew in the middle, intimidating them as best he could. Crates started coming up from the bowel of the ship, and there was a range of items bring transported, which made me wonder who they were for. Usually on these sorts of ships they only carry one or two select items, like the East India Trading Company does. But it seemed that the supplies were more specialized, for a party perhaps? It seemed rather extravagant that such supplies would need to be shipped in from elsewhere. Regardless, the men were taking everything they could, and started bringing it back over to our ship. My brain told me to go back inside, but my gut told me to stay and help. There were a lot of crates to handle. The men started a chain along the gangway they created, and passing the supplies between them, as the first crate got to the ship, I dropped the cutlass, ran forward, and offered to take it. "You sure you're strong enough lass?" A man I thought was called Edward asked. "I would hope so," I replied, taking it from him and walking it over to the middle of the ship, before going back for more. Eventually we got to the last few, and it was only Kidd and Loki on the merchant ship, who were addressing the crew. From what I could make out, they were going to let them go, and I breathed a sigh of relief I didn't know I was holding. I understood piracy meant killing some... but the idea of murdering an entire crew because they happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time seemed unfair. They went round cutting the crew loose, before standing before them again, bowing theatrically, and heading towards the gangway. But as they both turned, one of the crew pulled out a gun, aiming straight for the back of Loki's head. I went to scream his name in warning, but before I could even collect my breath, Loki had turned and shot the man in the head. "Anyone else?" He shouted, voice tense, but his manner calm and collected, his hand steady despite just killing a man. "Let's go, Kidd." Once they were both on the ship, the gangways were pulled in and the anchor drawn up. It took a few minutes for Loki to acknowledge I was standing by, watching him closely. "Are you okay?" I asked quietly as he looked at me. "Quite fine. It certainly isn't the first time it has happened, nor will it be the last." His voice still sounded tense, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. Loki looked me over, smirking a little as he crossed his arms almost triumphantly. "Did you help bring the crates on?" "Was I not supposed to?" He laughed at this and put his arm around my waist as he lead me over to the pile of crates, which all the men were eyeing with eagerness. "What was the shipment for?" "Army." He went over to the nearest crate and pried it open, revealing the red uniform of the British Army. "I didn't realize we were at war," I said quietly, reaching down and picking up the coat on top. It seemed so inappropriate, no matter where they were fighting. "We are always at war." He put the lid back on, his body slightly defeated. "But there's enough supplies here to feed the crew for a while, and enough to spare for a celebration," Loki grinned down at me, "if you are up for it, of course." "Always," I grinned back up at him. "Then I do hereby order a celebration," he announced to the ship, and then, leaning in, he said quietly to me, "and I do humbly request a dance from the most beautiful woman on this ship." "There's hardly a basis for comparison," I laughed as I hit his arm lightly. "But yes, I accept your request." He grinned and took me into a waltzing stance, swaying me from side to side. "Oh, there should be some new clothes for you. It will be a stripped down Army uniform though," he said quietly, still swaying me from side to side. "Though you do look cute in that dress." I smiled, a blush rising to my cheeks. "Well, I look forward to being able to actually move about properly." As I said this he swung me out to the side before bringing me back in and holding me closer than before, his chest pressed up against mine, and his hand holding my waist tightly. A few minutes later, he leg me go and bowed, kissing my hand. "I'll leave the rest for tonight," he said, the characteristic smirk spreading across his face. "Now, clothes," he turned back to the crate he had originally opened and sorted through them, taking out some trousers and a shirt. "There's a sewing kit in my quarters if you need to take the trousers in a bit." He passed the clothes to me, our fingers brushing slightly and, despite the intimate moments we have shared, it still sent butterflies to my stomach. "I shall go and sort these out then, for tonight," I winked at him before walking into his quarters, putting the clothes on the table as I walked around trying to find the kit. I eventually found it and started to get to work, mending the trousers to fit better. As I was sat down, stitching the waist in, my mind was able to wander around for a little. I started to think about my family back home, more specifically my mother, who must be worried sick. My father, I was sure, would be able to get over it within a few days time. I then began to reflect on all that had happened. Not only had I run away from home and joined a pirate ship, I had also witnessed a man being killed. The severity of what I had seen finally sunk in, and it was only my pricking myself that brought me out of the feeling. I sucked on my finger as I thought about the man's slumping body against the wood of the ship. The stillness of Loki's arm. But this was what I had signed up for, wasn't it? If I was going to weasel out at the first sign of death then I would never be able to achieve my dream. Yet, the coldness of Loki's manner afterwards continued to disturb me. I took my new clothes into the bedroom and closed the door behind me, before changing out of my dress and into the uniform. The trousers were uncomfortable to say the least, however if it meant I had more freedom of movement I would happily wear slightly scratchy clothes. The shirt itself was not too bad, and hung loosely around my body. A knock at the door sounded, and then Loki's voice. "Are you alright? The party is nearly starting." "How long have I been away?" I asked, suddenly aware of the darkening sky. "Are few hours," he said, his voice closer than before. "You know if you have any concerns you can talk to me." The doors creaked as he leaned against them, he then slid down, and the soft thump of his head against the door compelled me to sit in a similar position on my side. "How many men have you killed?" I asked quietly. A sigh came from the other side, his fingers tapping on the wood of the floor. "Over a hundred. I lost count. But you can bet I remember every single face." My breath hitched in my throat. "Do you regret it?" "Some of it," he paused, and his fingers stopped tapping. "But this is an evening meant for making happy memories," he stood up and I mirrored him. "May I see you?" I opened the door, striking a pose when we were face to face. "The trousers are a bit uncomfortable, but I like it," I said, grinning. "You look amazing," he grinned. "My Pirate Queen." "Aren't you going to escort me to the dance, Your Majesty?" He smiled and offered his arm, our conversation minutes before seemingly forgotten. We walked together onto the deck of the ship, food laid out on top of empty crates haphazardly, and the realization I hadn't eaten in almost a day finally sunk in. "Ravenous?" He whispered in my ear, chills running down my spine, but whether it was the cold air or his breath I couldn't tell. "So very," I whispered back. He outstretched his hand. "It's all yours for the taking," and I had a feeling he wasn't just talking about the food.

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