Thread: Yo ho..or something (Candira and Mike the Bloodwolf)

Caterina woke about an hour later, feeling groggy and disoriented. The swaying of the ship was about the only thing that made sense...until she remembered that this wasn't her ship. She gasped and sat up quickly, looking around her...only to fall right back down--too dizzy to handle that kind of speed. That's right. She was on board the pirate ship--the second one that had attacked her vessel in one day. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. Oddly, she felt emptiness, rather than sadness. An eery calm instead of despair steered her now. There was simply nothing she could do about what had happened to her. All those poor men...they had known the risks when they'd become sailors for her father. And her father had been well aware of the risks posed to his daughter when he sent her on this mission. Granted, he hadn't been sending her terribly far away, but it was still quite a risk he'd taken with her life, knowing that she wouldn't be able to refuse him. Sighing, she opened her eyes and looked around the room. It looked clean, and actually rather large for a cabin. Did this belong to the captain then? The captain...he was a handsome man. He'd been kind to her--saved her. That didn't mean he didn't expect something in return for his kindness, however. She sat up and realized that the filthiest thing in the room was actually her. There was still blood on her fair skin, and now ash from the explosion, her hair was a mess, and her dress was in now better state. Fantastic... She sighed and stood up, smoothing the covers on the bed she'd been on. Her eyes finally came upon the dress and bathing materials and she smiled softly. Well, at least he was thoughtful. It was best to hear out the captain first. Michael was it? He seemed like a reasonable man, if not a dangerous one. And if he'd wanted to he could have had his way with her by now. Best to trust him for the time being. She took the ribbon that was just hanging in her hair and set it aside, using a brush to comb it out. Her silky hair fell in waves to the middle of her back. Surprisingly, it didn't smell bad, so she would skip washing it for now. After a quick wash, she slipped into the clean dress they'd left for her and found that it was a bit small in the bust. At least she wasn't naked. She wore a simple white dress which laced up in the front. She laced as much as she could, but an ample amount of cleavage was still showing. When she felt she was presentable again, and smelled clean, she put on her shoes and cracked open the door to peek into what appeared to be the room where the captain charted his course. It was nice that his sleeping quarters were somewhat separate from this relatively small room. It, too, was clean and orderly. What had she been expecting, really? Pirates were sailors, too. Caterina made her way to the map and saw that the course had been laid out for Great Iguana Bay. Perhaps that's where they planned on selling the goods they'd stolen. Maybe there was a way she could negotiate a way off the boat or even safe passage to somewhere closer to her home or her father. She knew market value and how much to up the price or lower it depending on the clientele. Maybe it could work? The woman timidly made her way toward the door and peeked out, hit with the dying rays of the sun. What was she supposed to do now?