The ‘captain’ jumped, slightly startled, but he managed to keep his composure. “What is it?” His silky, British accented voice held a tone of annoyance and urgency. His shining, emerald eyes never leaving the delicate map that lay sprawled out over the desk.
“A ship has been spotted on the horizon, captain.”
The captain tore his gaze away from the map, cursing under his breath, and turned to his trusted first mate. He stood up suddenly, “Change course and prepare for battle.” Was all he said.
“Yes Captain!” The ship’s first mate ran back out the door, closing it behind him, and shouted to the unsuspecting crew. “Slight change o’ plans, men. (B/n)! Change course right away, and men, prepare for combat!”
The large crew cheered at the thought, grabbing their weapons and loading the cannons with heavy, steel cannonballs. The ship’s bow started rearing off to the right. It crashed through incoming waves as it made its way towards the smaller ship on the skyline.
The blonde haired pirate captain walked out on deck, the tails of his blood red cloak danced joyously in the cool, salty breeze. His confident steps could hardly be heard over the commotion of his bustling crew. He was met, once again by his loyal first mate.
“Everything’s ready, Captain.” The cerulean eyed pirate said proudly.
The captain nodded wordlessly and motioned for him to get ready. He fixed his gaze on the flag that braved against the wind high above his head. This is going to be interesting.
On a ship 10 miles away…
From your enclosed room you could hear the uproar of pirates cheering gleefully and their heavy footsteps of the boots they wore.
You sat on the cold, hard, and wooden floor with nothing but the clothes on your back, the precious crystal blue water droplet shaped necklace around your neck, and your painful memories. You felt so tired, hungry, and weak. They had forced you to use your special power and then beat you, the numerous scars all over your body proved it. They thought they could beat the pirate ship that you had seen, but you knew deep in your heart, they were dead wrong, literally.
You ran a hand through your mangled, dirty hair and let it drop to your side.
When will this nightmare end…?