"Why are you so calm?" he asked her, raising a brow, "I expected you to be kicking and screaming by now to be freed. From the look of you, you didn't even struggle much before I arrived, although I might be mistaken. Why?"

" Unlike most, women, including those of noble birth, my father saw fit to make sure to give me lesson, on how to deal with pirates. So I'm not struggling or kicking and screaming, because it's futile. I'm at you and your crew's mercy, and if there is a way I can come out of this with my virtue and my self in take, then I'm going to do all in my power to try for that. Also when a women is panicking, she'll do something stupid, and get her self killed or meet a fate even worse. I'd like to live, if I can" Juliana told him. Sure she wanted to be free, and she would try everyone so over to at lease loosen the ropes.

He began to undress, washing the blood from his body with the basin and cloth as he kept talking. "A woman", he replied, "meets the fate that her captor chooses. Especially when they are out to sea, unarmed, on a boat with unruly pirates, who would easily overpower her. A woman who has had training, therefore, knows that to stay in the captain's cabin, be a good little girl and do as she is told, is probably the one who might get off the ship alive, unscathed, and with their virtue intact. They will also know, that if found escaping, the likelihood of the former three things happening to them gets exceedingly higher."

Now just in his underwear, he walked over to her, tying a length of rope around one of her wrists, and then tying the other end to his own. He then got into bed. "I will know if you move", he said, "so don't try it, and get some sleep."

Juliana wanted to roll her eyes at his speech, and did when she averted her head in order to avoid looking at him, in his undressed stated. She already knew all of those things, she had training in this matter of course. She wanted to protest at another rope being added to her wrist, but what did it matter.

She almost laughed when he suggested that she sleep. Even if she manged to fall asleep sitting up, with tight ropes wrapped around her. She wouldn't dare risk sleeping on a pirate ship. Though if there was anywhere somewhat safe on this ship, it would be in the captain's room as long, as she hadn't angered him. What seemed like forward came to past, and she seemed to doze off slightly.

From time to time, her arm would be jerked, as Icarus rolled over and moved in his sleep. He seemed to sleep peacefully, despite killing many innocents, and having a rope around is wrist connected to a captive nobleman's daughter. He did not sleep long, perhaps four hours at most, before he had got up, ready to take a place at the helm.

Juliana looked up at him wearily wondering what he was doing. The constant yanking on her arm had gotten annoying. Everything was annoying about being on this ship to her. She glanced away from him, she was really tired, she could feel her sleep about to doze off again.

He looked towards her, as he untied the rope from his wrist so that he could get dressed, letting it lie limp upon the floor. He would probably use it later. He pulled on his breeches, his boots, then his shirt. His longcoat went on top of that, before he secured his cutlass at is side. "You only have one route of escape", he told her, "and that is through this door. This will lead you out onto the deck, into the midst of my crew. And, if this is attempted, I mgiht just leave you at their mercy, and let's just say it has been a long time since they have seen a woman, let alone one as fair as yourself." He walked to the door, waiting for any last words of protest from her.

Juliana looked at him, did he honestly think she would try escaping, she wanted to live. Plus she's a woman, she wouldn't dare try it like most other woman. She wasn't a man who might be able to fight off a few pirate. " I don't know why you keep thinking I'm going to try an escape, not that stupid, and I'm still tied up." She mumbled with a slight yawn.

"And I am not stupid either", he replied, "a girl like you, who remains so calm, must have a trick up her sleeve, and if she has a trick up her sleeve while she is tied up, it is probably to do with untying herself. I may be a pirate and a cold blooded murder, but I am not stupid. If I was stupid, then the crew would have killed me by now. Either them, or the navy."

" Never said you were stupid, if you were like you said you'd be dead, or wouldn't be Captain." She mumbled. She really wished she had a trick up her sleeve, or even had sleeves. She wore the simplest dress for flower picking, and didn't think to take her little dagger. She was really stupid that morning.

The man shrugged. The girl was getting on his nerves with all her clever, calm talk. He'd put fear into her soon, he was sure of that. He opened the door, and made his way out onto the deck, where one of the crew informed him of a merchant ship about half a day away. They set their course to follow.

As soon as he was gone, Juliana started to struggle, she really was terrified, she was just to proud, to act that way in front of the pirate. Was he even really going to ask for ransom or was he just toying with her. The more she moved, the ropes would hurt her skin. " No...No..why won't these ropes move" She said starting to sob a bit.

((Sorry for the sucky post, I am pretty unwell.))

Icarus stood at the helm, thinking about his hostage. He wondered what they would do with her. He was sure that there was no way there would be a happy transaction for her. As soon as they handed her over safe for the ransom, he was sure they would be shot at and killed anyway. But then, she seemed such a shame to kill...

[[ It's alright, I understand. I hope you feel better.]]

Juliana kept pulled at the room, till she felt one of her wrist starting to sting. She looked down and saw blood pooling around her right wrist. It seemed all her struggling had brought her only pain. She wanted to scream and cry. She really hated this place. " I'm going to die here, aren't I?" She whispered aloud, to no one.

A short while later, Icarus returned to his cabin to get ready for the up and coming raid on the merchant ship. As the ship was a few hours away, that preparation was mainly to sleep a bit more. He would be needed at the front of his men, he needed to be focused, and not worn out after a long day of sailing, even though it was his duty. He also wanted to check on his hostage.

He was about to reattach the rope connecting the both of their wrists, when he noticed the blood from her struggle. The man sighed and walked over to the washbasin, picking up the same bloody rag he had used to clean himself off the night before, cleaning the cuts off through the ropes.

"I told you not to struggle. I want you in one piece."

Juliana looked up at him when he walked in. She had stopped crying but her face had showed that she had been crying. " Yes you did, but It scares me being tied up, so reckless, I tried to loosen them a little" She mumbled. She flinched slightly, as he came closer.

She gathered since he returned, and had reached for the rope on the ground he was going to be sleeping again. She wondered why, it didn't seem like it was night time. Though she couldn't be so sure.

"I thought you were meant to have training?" he asked her, when she mentioned she was scared at being tied up, "and I am afraid I don't trust you to let you free on board my ship. You shall remain where you are. One of the crew shall feed you, and if you need to relieve yourself, then I shall attach you to my arm, like when I sleep."

"I've had training,but doesn't mean, I can't get scared. It's not like the used actually pirates when training me. No they used men, who were told to be careful, and not scare the daughter of a noble. So it's vastly different from training and the real thing" She said. She wanted to pitch a fit, she wasn't some animal that they could treat this way.

[[ I want the pirates to be attacked by pirates, can we do that later?]]

((Well, we have the merchants first. Why pirates?))

"So really, you are not confident at all, and you really haven't been trained how to deal with us." He tried not to laugh. "At least now, you will have had experience of us. Whether you will live to use that experience again, I am not yet certain. In any case, we shall be raiding a merchant ship at nightfall. You will be good, or you will be the first one I kill, before I hand your lifeless body over as a present to them, to take back to your father."

[[ Cause it seems like fun? Didn't pirates back then always attack each other?]]

" I never said, that I was an expert at dealing with pirates" She mumbled. She froze slightly in fear, well there went any plan that she could have come up with. She knew that there was a 90% chance she was going to die. " Are these the people your going to use to send the message to my father?" She asked softly.

((Sure, why not?))

"I do not know yet", he replied, "it depends how well the raid does, and whether they have a dinghy I can send two of them off on to pass on the message. Then again, with the carnage we caused in your home town, and your disappearance, I doubt it will take them long to put two and two together."

Juliana eyes widen at the mention of the carnage. She should have realized that, something like that. Now she wondered did people she care about survive or did they meet their end on a pirate's blade. She wouldn't have any idea, and she wasn't going to ask him either. " Alright" She said.

"Either way, I am going to get some rest", he told her, "got to get my energy back to fight." He tied the length of rope to both of their wrists again. "I trust you to be good, and to not wake me up. Otherwise,I will be rather angry." He then clambered into bed, after removing his shirt.

Juliana said nothing to this. She just sat there while he slept. Like instructed to, she didn't speak a word. She made sure not to wake him. For she knew doing so would bring about his wrath, something she wanted to avoid. She just hoped that he didn't sleep forever, it would eventually drive her insane, unable to make the slightest noise. It was all she had while tied to this blasted chair.

In a few hours, Icarus awoke, and started to get dressed. From the sounds of things outside, his men were already getting ready for the raid and battle that lay ahead. He untied the rope from her wrist, before using the rag he had used to wash the both of them as a gag. Although rather grimy, it was the best that he had.

"Don't make a peep", he told her, "for your own safety, both from me, and the men."