Juliana was slightly glad when he awoke. Though it did mean that a bunch of people were going to be slaughter. She wanted to hope that the merchants would be able to defend their selves, but she knew the was no real hope of that. She nearly puked once the blood soak rag was used to gag her. All she could do was hope that this was over quickly, or she would vomit and then choke on that.

His men were all stood to attention on deck. He made his way over to them, as their ship neared the other. He gave the order for the cannons to be fired, before the gangplanks were lowered, and why surged into battle. A few hours later, the men trudged back with the loot. They had lost a few men, as the merchants had hire a few guards, but they had mainly come out of the whole thing unscathed. The fact that they had had guards meant that the loot had been of considerable value.

Icarus walked back into his cabin, yet again covered in blood, and with a slight limp. He had taken quite a deep gash to his leg, sparring with the captain of the other ship. He untied her gag, and sat on the bed with a grunt.

Juliana sat tied to the chair on high alert. She could make out noise of clashing swords, and people. Yet besides that she heard nothing else. She didn't cry out or even try to get people to realize she was here. If she did that she would have ended up throwing up. She glanced up at him as he walked in. He was covered in blood again, she was starting to get use to it.

When he removed the gag, she gasped for air. She was glad that the offending article was removed. She could breath again, she noticed the wound on his leg," Your injured" She stated.

The man nodded to her. "So I am", he replied with rather a sarcastic tone, as he began to peel off his trousers slowly so that he could better get to the leg. "Never thought a hostage such as yourself would show such concern towards her captor." He then began to wash it with some more water from the wash bowl, before taking out of his coat pocket a piece of sailcloth he must have taken from the other ship, beginning to swab and clean the wound, his eyes remaining on her the whole time.

Juliana glared at him slightly," I'm not concerned, I am merely stating a fact" She said before looking away. She wasn't even sure why she said it, she started to fidgeted. She glanced back at him and found him starting at her. It was all rather unnerving. " What?" She demanded.

"Am I not allowed to look?" he asked her, "besides, you are my captive, I can do whatever I want. If I want to look at you to check you haven't been trying to escape, then I should think I should be free to do so."

He pulled out a longer piece of cloth, obviously from the sail again, allied some slave to it from a drawer, and began to rub it on the wound with a wince.

Juliana glared, and looked away again. She didn't like him staring it worried her. She just hoped he didn't get any strange ideas in his head. Yet the silence and his stares bugged her the most. She had hoped he would gloat or something. ' Weren't pirates suppose to like gloating?' She thought to her self. At this rate she go mad, but she did recall there are worse things that could happen.

Once he was done, he untied her, but made sure that the rope was tied to the both of their wrists, so that she could not get away from him. "Come on", he told her, "I'll take you to stretch your legs, and do whatever other things women do. Bathe, and things like that." He gave the rope a gentle tug, as if to tell her to get up.

Juliana blinked when he suddenly untied her. She figured that she would spend almost all her time in the chair. That he would very rarely allow her out of it. Juliana moved to get up slowly as she stood, she felt very wobbly. She wasn't use to walking on a ship, so she felt a little odd. She stumbled slightly, but quickly fix that. It wouldn't do well for a noble lady to be clumsy. " Alright, thank you" She said softly. All she could hope that he wasn't going to watch her as she bathed.

Some of the sailors stared as he brought Juliana out onto the deck, However, with a harsh glare from their captain, they soon stopped gawking, and got back to work again. He began to take her below deck, before they reached a small room, with a metal tub on one end, that looked like it needed a good clean. It was filled with steaming hot water, with a few bits of seaweed in. There was a hole in the floor, which looked down onto the sea below, obviously meant for tipping the waste water down after the occupant of the bath had cleaned themselves.

"It's sea water" he commented, "dry your skin out, but keeps you clean. Don't think of escaping down the hole, you'll drown, or get stuck. If you get stuck, we will cut you out, but we might cut you in half in the process. So it's death either way you try it." He untied her wrist. "I shall be waiting outside the door."

He then walked outside.

Juliana felt scared at the men stared at her. It made her worried that one of them would try to do something stupid. Yet they seemed to stop looking, it seemed that as long as she didn't angry the captain, she would be tossed to the mercy of the crew. She glanced around the bath room, the idea of bathing in seawater wasn't appeasing, but she had to do what she had to do. She was surprised that he was allowing her to bath alone, but very thankful.

She quickly stripped, and started to bath. The tub disgusted her slightly, but she didn't dare say anything thing. She figured that after her bath she would be putting on the same dress.

Icarus waited outside for her, with his arms crossed across his chest. Why was he being so kind? Usually he would have left her to fester. He looked down at his leg. There was a dark stain on his new breeches, that indicated that the blood had already leaked through the bandage.

Juliana has finished her bath. She wanted to clean her dress, but it would be stupid for her to walk back out there in front of men, in a very wet clingy dress. It would be utter foolishness. She quickly redress and looked at the tub, she knew that she wouldn't be able to lift it to dump the water. She walked over to the door and knocked slightly," Captain?" She asked. She then pushed the door open and saw him. " Your bleeding again." She stated. " I was going to ask what to do with the tub water, but I think first that wound on your leg should be worried about" She said.

He shook his head. "What makes you think you know better than me?" he growled, walking into the bathroom and hefting up the bath with a wince, pouring the water down the hole. "You are not the boss of me, child. You never will be. So I suggest you shut up and do as you are told before I cut your leg off and give you advice on how to deal with it."

Julian flinched slightly, before her eyes narrow. She wasn't trying to boss him around nothing about her tone was trying to. " One I never said I was the boss of you, and I am not a child. " She said harshly her hands coming to rest on her hips. She was angry she was tired of being treated this way and minding her tongue, so bit it if it got her killed.

This infuriated Icarus more. He moved forward to strike her across the face. "How dare you speak to me like that!" he fumed, "I did something nice for you! I offered to help you! And yet this is how you repay me?" He tied the rope around her wrist, not caring how tight he was pulling on it, "unless you want your head to roll, or a much worse fate, then I suggest you shut that trap of yours and act like a woman!"

Juliana was scared and she had started to cry. He was hurting her now, she was didn't like pain. " Why, we both know realistically are your going to kill me" She said. She didn't understand why the pirate was being nice, either way she was going to die it was as clear as day.

He moved his hand back to go and strike her again. "What did I say about keeping your mouth shut!" he replied, "I can do worse things to you than kill you, so I suggest, you spoilt little brat, that you heed my advice, or the crew might find a nice present waiting for them in their sleeping quarters!"

Juliana flinched again, she was still crying. Yet she wasn't making any noise as she cried. She didn't say another world, but she was glaring at him. This moment right now she really wished she had listened to her maid that day.

Once she had shut up, he began to pull her very roughly towards his cabbing again, as he flung her onto the chair again, beginning to roughly and furiously tie her back in place. By now, his leg was bright red from his exertions, stained with blood. She stared at her, breathing heavily, his face covered in perspiration from rage and pain, before he collapsed to his knees in fatigue. "You stay there", he spat.

Juliana didn't make much noise besides the small whimpers of pain as he tossed her into the chair, and tied her up. She wanted to point out that clearly she was going to stay here, but she had already pissed him off enough. She had new bruises that had started to from on her body that proved as such. She glanced at his leg, it seemed that he had made it bleed much worse.

He began to hobble his way over to the bed, sitting on it, his face pale with pain. He could not work like this. How could he run a ship like this? His men needed him! He had to keep going. Surely he could just sleep it off..

He grunted and pulled himself to lie on the bed. "Sleep", he growled.

Juliana wanted to sigh, she didn't want to sleep. Yet him sleeping might be a good thing. Yet with his leg still bleeding it could be dangerous. Yet she didn't tell him. She just figured she stay quiet now, and maybe she might fall asleep after all her crying. She had finally had stopped crying yet her face ached. She had to wonder if a bruise was appearing on her face.