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[OoC| Lol, alrighty then~ :3]
It had been awhile since she won the raid... After declaring to his crew that he was officially a captive to her ship, the fight ended. She had thrown his crew into the cages at the bottom of her boat and thankfully, she didn't lose her vessel. She ended up taking his sword as a trophy of her victory and threw him into a secluded area. After transferring everyone back into her boat, she then ordered his ship to be sunk... Knowing full well that it most likely wasn't going to be able to survive a tow to the nearest port. Everyone, minus the captain and his crew watched as the boat sunk, and they celebrated their brand new victory. Since then, life on the Black Jade returned to its normal routine. And they were super close to the port... Perhaps one more days and she needed to to resupply her sea vessel since she lost her original supply during the raid. The female Captain sighed heavily, taking in the salty air as she brushed her fingers against the bandage that was wrapped around her side. Yes, this was one of the rare times that her opponent had drew blood on her, but thankfully, it wasn't too serious and the medic of the boat dubbed her to be alright. All she had to do was not strain herself too much... Which was rather easy since they were just sailing back to the port they had left a few weeks ago. Stretching her body, she then hopped off the ledge she was resting on and casually made her way toward her captive's area. She had done this a few times since she had captured the crew... Normally, she wouldn't, but this was one of the few times she had managed to hold a Captain. Yawning quietly, she then swung the door open; her eyes staring at his chains and back to him. Kayori also couldn't help but smile in sheer triumph, "Rest well, sweetie?" she questioned as she walked toward him and squatted so now they were in eye level. |
He wasn't sure how long he'd been locked up in the room. He didn't care. He ached, all over, from lack of sleep. He couldn't sleep. His heart wouldn't let him. Every time he closed his eyes, he imagined the sight of his beloved ship sinking beneath the waves. He felt sure that she would have made sure that it would not be possible to refloat the Hawkwake... Just thinking the name brought tears of shame to his eyes. Thanks to an addle-brained bosun, he'd losed his father's ship, and his father's sword. His heart was an open wound, raw, bleeding.
His rage simmered on. There was nothing he could do though, in his current position. He played out scenario after scenario in his head, but they each ended with himself and the remainder of his crew being slaughtered. So, finally, he slipped into a blissfully unaware funk. When she came in that day, he did just has he had every time since the third. Before that he'd spat and sworn, but no longer. He just stared back at her, his once-bright eyes blank, his mouth an emotionless line, neither giving nor asking a thing. ((And now that the opening is over, I can stop being bosy! ^^' sorry, I just realized it.)) |
The moment he looked at her with his blank, dead eyes and expression... She couldn't help but possibly feel bad. Before, he'd often spit and ramble curses at her way... Which she just stood or sat there, taking them in. But recently, he lost his spark... It was almost pathetic in its own way. Resting one arm on her legs, she then lifted her other hand and gently held his chin, moving his head a bit. "Mmmm... You lost your luster I see," she whispered as she released his head and gingerly brushed her fingers against his cheeks.
Pulling back she then stood up. The quiet jingle of her keys echoed softly in the room as she unlocked his chains, practically releasing him from complete hold. After doing so, she then turned away; not speaking nor acknowledging her actions. It was probably a stupid act to do, but the woman within her couldn't keep him like that. And so she released him from the chains, but she managed to hold in her captain side as she casually began her walk toward the door. [OoC| xDD] |
He continued to stare blankly forward, unresponsive. He had not the will to reply to her. He had not the will to look at her. When she touched him, he did not flinch. Had he cared, he might have jerked away, might have lashed out. But, just then, he was beyond caring. As she turned away, the only indication that he knew what was going on was the tinkle of one of the chains as he nudged it away from him with the toe of his right boot. He drew his knees up to his chest then, and wrapped his arms around them.
He continued just to stare, his eyes so empty that it almost seemed they would suck the world inside them, and while his gaze nor his expression changed, and his body did not tremble, hot tears began to flow silently down his cheeks. Though his mind was elsewhere, nowhere, anywhere but the present, he still hurt, for his father, for his father's legacy, for the men he'd lost. ((Don't worry, he won't mope for too long. xD)) |
Stopping at the door, she turned her upper body slightly and looked back at him. The sight of him sitting there, moping... It was actually starting to annoy her. She was beginning to miss that sadistic, blood thirst side of him that revealed itself when she she had attacked his ship. Kayori frowned... Rather irritated before she muttered. "What a sorry excuse of a captain..." she commented almost quietly; however, she returned her attention back to the door and walked out of the prison room.
"Oh, this is going to be a really boring day..." she continued with her self talking, yawning and stretched out her body again. [OoC| xDD Lol, okey dokey~ :3] |
His eyes came back into focus as she commented on his competency. He watched her move away, and as his eyes followed her, he felt a rush of heat in his cheecks as his anger flared brighter. His body tensed up, and as bile rose up in his stomach he shifted silently into a crouch. His right hand reached around to the back of his belt, and without a sound he drew the thinnest, lightest, keenest dagger ever to see a pirate ship. Rare outside of its country of origin. Almost unheard of in the rough, bigger-is-better career field.
With a grace that can come only from a combination of body-type, good breeding, and years aboard a ship, he advanced on her turned back, sgian dubh in hand, Lorek let slip to his face a faint smirk of grim satisfaction. As he began to reach for her, though, something gave him pause. He saw how the sunlight struck her, how vital a form she cut, and he sighed. Silently, he replaced the small dagger in the hidden sheath in his belt. Feeling rather grumpy still, he turned halfway around, so that he was facing the wall yet gazing at her, took hold of one of the chains, and swung it with all of his might at the doorframe behind her, splintering the wooden beam as surely as one of his cannonballs might have. "I am more honorable a captain than you will ever be, woman. I do not hunt floundering ships..." He paused here, as though to consider her., then continued. "I suppose it truely is but a few of us left who abide by the Guild's Code..." He settled against the wrecked doorframe and leaned forward. "You are a traitor to your own kind," he whispered in her ear, his voice soft, silky, wheedling in the most insideous definition of the word. |
She didn't notice, nor did she even bother to notice; however, the moment she heard the chains clacking against one another, she knew that he was moving. Stopping close to the door, she slowly pulled off the bandanna that was once wrapped around her head and tied it around her semi long hair, updoing it to a messy ponytail.
The female captain merely waited; until the sound of air being sliced by something heavy and thick whistled in her ears and soon enough, the violent sound of iron colliding with wood echoed right after. She didn't bother turning around; she didn't bother acknowledging the scratches of the wood whizzing past her highly exposed backside. But she did smile... Yummy, was the one thing that crossed her mind. His voice, suave, smooth and rather... Sexy in its own way. Especially the way he spoke in her ear... So... Tantalizing. Kayori merely closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying his voice until he chose to stop, which caused her to finally turn around... Her dark hues colliding with his before they glittered with amusement. "You act as though I've committed a sin," she spoke, her own voice rather sultry, "As if I'm the only one in this horrendous world who's the traitor." Her eyes then narrowed slightly, leaning forward so that their faces were mere inches apart, "I'm a complete saint compared to those so called brethren of mine, who have done far worst than my actions toward you..." She then leaned back before flashing him an annoyed glance and turning her back from him. "Anyhow," the female sighed heavily as she brushed her arm, "You and whatever is remaining of your crew are allowed to leave once we've hit the port. Unfortunately, we were forced to sink your ship; however, if you want the coords... I'll give them to you. She may be revival-able... Until then, I'm holding your sword hostage until you fix that door you've just destroyed." |
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