* AN -- This story is in the Reluctance/Non-Consent category for a reason. I do not support, encourage or condone such acts outside of a fun, fully consensual environment or fantasy setting! If these themes upset you, please read no further!
Otherwise, I hope you enjoy! *
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Morgan hissed in anger as she was tossed onto the deck. Any attempts to stand were quickly thwarted, a harsh hand and a sharp point returning her swiftly to her knees. She dared to glance behind her.
"Move." ordered the pirate. Morgan glared back until she felt the blade pressing more forcefully into the small of her back. Reluctantly, she stumbled forward onto her hands and knees as the pirate ushered her on to the bridge of her floating prison.
Shifting her attention overboard, she watched her vessel sink into the depths. It had been decimated by the attack, and her companions had been slaughtered mercilessly. As the crew scoured through the ship's plunder, she heard her captain too being dragged toward the bridge, cursing all the way.
"David!?"
"Morgan? Are you okay?" She could hear him but couldn't see him yet. At least he was still alive, she thought.
"David, I --" A calloused hand gripped Morgan's chin, roughly turning her to face its owner. Her eyes were met with the piercing green gaze of what could only be the captain of these savages, inches from her face. Sand coloured hair and a well-groomed beard framed his angular features, all of which were focused on her intensely. As much as she wanted to, she felt it impossible to look away.
"You are not to speak to him, do you understand?" Morgan's blood turned cold in her veins as the fear finally set in. She was trapped -- helpless even, to this man and his crew. Most all her travelling companions were dead already, her vessel sinking, her captain on his knees next to her in much the same position. Her heart hammered as an overwhelming sense of vulnerability consumed her.
"I said," the pirate tightened his grip, wrenching her face towards his. "Do you understand?"
"Y...Yes." whispered Morgan.
"Good girl." He smirked. A glint of excitement shone through his otherwise intimidating countenance. Pacing back to the centre of the bridge, he stood smugly and took a moment to witness her vessel go down. Morgan stared at him. He was dressed in a fine shirt, green velvet waistcoat and grandiose frock coat. Turning his gaze to his crew, he regarded them as they sorted through the plunder, looting bodies and ushering any prisoners to the bridge. David was also being pushed to his knees now, a few feet away from Morgan.
"So," the captain cleared his throat, pacing across the width of the bridge as he addressed them in a gravelly voice. "As you can see, all of your possessions - and your lives - are now mine." He motioned across the ship, making a point to end the gesture at the sinking remnants of their vessel.
Morgan studied her surroundings in desperation, searching for a way out. A boat, or some land she might be able to swim to? No such escape route presented itself. She stole a glance at David, who for all his experience at sea now looked very worried.
The captain approached her, gently stroking her cheek before gripping her jaw again. He jerked her to face him instead of David.
"And what a pretty little thing I have acquired..." he smirked down at her, his light, teasing eyes seemingly dancing in amusement. Morgan shuddered and averted her gaze...there was something in his expression that she couldn't quite discern, but it made her uneasy.
David edged forwards to intervene, but the captain held him at bay with his free hand, forcefully pulling Morgan's head back to face him.
"Sebastian," murmured the captain. "Deal with this one." In her periphery, Morgan saw the first mate step forward to restrain David as the two captains shared a warning glance.
"Who are you?" Morgan demanded, her courage returning.
"Oh, how rude of me!" he exclaimed, as if she were an honoured guest rather than a kneeling prisoner. "I am the owner of this ship, a privateer of the British navy: Captain Jacob Smith, at your service." Jacob gave a mocking bow and grinned handsomely, an unpleasant glint in his eyes.
"So, you know who I am," the captain leered down at the small, shapely young woman at his feet. "Who might you be?" Morgan gritted her teeth and cast her gaze downwards stubbornly, refusing to meet his eyes.
"Look at me, girl." he warned lowly.
She lifted her gaze to meet his with reluctance, malice brimming her deep blue eyes.
"Now," he repeated with an ounce of force, his grasp on her chin tightening. "Tell me your name." The request was no longer a question, but an order. She replied through gritted teeth.
"Morgan."
"Ahh, good girl. Wasn't so hard now, was it?" he smiled, satisfied with her compliance. "A young lady like yourself should know her place aboard my ship." The captain patted her cheek in a condescending manner before releasing her. Morgan glared at him in return.
"Why didn't you kill us?" she accused, narrowing her eyes at the pirate as -- if upset by the decision to spare her. He seemed bemused at her anger.
"Well, he," looking pointedly at David, "May fetch a decent ransom from his company. And as for you..." he looked her up and down, devouring her with his eyes. "You may serve as a decent maid, or a slave..." Jacob bit his lip, smirking at the idea. Morgan stiffened.
"I'd rather be dead." she spat defiantly. The captain sighed, as if disappointed.
"That can also be arranged, but it'd be somewhat of a waste..."
Morgan threw him a look full of as much hate and disgust as she could muster, spitting at his feet. He chuckled.
"Perhaps a little time below deck may change your perspective." He gestured to his first mate. The man who he had called Sebastian nodded, taking Morgan by the shoulders and pinning her wrists behind her back as he escorted her below deck. Morgan struggled, protesting loudly.
"Captain!?" she exclaimed, her eyes wild as she called out to her friend. She saw him being roughly shoved into a different room before she herself was forced into what could only be described as a cupboard. There was space enough for her to stand, but that was all.
"He's not your captain no more, lass." Sebastian warned before slamming the door in her face. It was dark, besides a shred of light creeping through the crack under the door -- which Morgan hammered on to no avail. After tiring herself out, she leaned against the wall and let herself slip down as far as her prison allowed.
The darkness encompassed her as several hours passed, allowing her anger to dissipate. Behind it remained a fear that gnawed on her insides, the harsh reality of her situation sinking in.
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As her consciousness waned, Morgan lost track of how much time had passed. Fear and anger had battled inside of her, overtaking each other multiple times before fear became the dominant emotion.
Finally, the door was flung open.
Sebastian took Morgan by the arm and dragged her from the cell, leading her wordlessly back up to the bridge of the ship.
