“Faster,” she heard someone spit out at her. Katie quickly fell in line and put her hands behind her back.
“Do it properly and keep those hands just above your cute little butt,” a pirate said. Katie shot a quick look at him, which he returned with a nasty smile and a wink.
“Alright,” said a pirate with a half afro. He walked out towards the prisoners. “I am First Mate Adrian Jorsen. Captain Reynolds will be here shortly. I suggest you do as he says, otherwise, he’ll be feeding you to me.” He chuckled. “I’ll let you imagine what that might mean.”
With that, Adrian left and went down the stairs that Katie had come from. The five pirates that were on the deck pulled out small bamboo shoots and pointed them at the prisoners, like they were ready to fire in case anyone tried leaving.
Katie stood there, unmoving, with the others. How the ship’s crew got used to the sun blazing down on them was beyond her. Katie felt like she had stuck her head in a campfire.
They waited for a little over five minutes, but by the time Captain Reynolds had appeared, the five of them were dropping beads of sweat down their foreheads. The Captain walked back and forth, almost as if surveying them, but his eyes were unfocused.
“Take these three,” he pointed to Cyrus, Tyson and the face-swollen blonde man, “Down to our kitchens. They can scrub the pots and the floors and pick out the leftovers in the trash so that they can eat.”
The three of them were shoved downstairs. Captain Reynolds stood in front of the newer guy. “Take him to see Galdy on the masts. Maybe he’ll fall to the ocean,” said the Captain. He lifted the man’s head from his chin and smacked him across the face. “He deserves nothing less.”
Another pirate grabbed the darker-skinned man and pushed him along the deck. There was no resistance from the guy, unlike yesterday when they had caught him.
Captain Reynolds then stood in front of Katie. “You, my pretty, are coming with me,” he smiled and grabbed her hand to lead her into one of the cabins. Katie tried slipping from his grasp, but he held her hand tighter with his.
The cabin was rather large and consisted of two rooms. The first one was an office space, and Katie could only imagine the room in the back was for sleeping.
“Now, how should we get started?” said the Captain, looking at Katie with a gleam in his eye.
“I’m not doing anything with you,” said Katie. “You’ll have to kill me. I’d actually prefer it.” Katie attempted to sound fierce, but she was still feeling weak and sounded like a scared child.
Captain Reynolds laughed. He grabbed a long blade that curved upwards at the end from the desk and stroked it. “Don’t worry. Killing you isn’t a problem. I have all the tools necessary.” He walked closer to Katie and shut the door of the cabin. Katie was just a few feet away from him. She shivered.
“I also believe that you’ll be more complacent dead,” he told her. “I suggest you don’t tempt me.” He licked his lips.
Katie didn’t respond, which left the Captain to smile again. “Now, be a good little girl and do as you’re told. In the backroom,” he pointed to a red door, “there are a pair of fresh clothes. Put those on and come back. I’m sure you’ll appreciate not having to wear the stinky, sodden clothes you’re wearing now.”
Katie may have been able to feel grateful if it were not for the tone the Captain spoke in. She shuddered at the idea but walked towards the back room despite.
There was a large bed in the middle with a pair of black leggings and a skirt that wasn’t too small if you were about thirteen years old. She gave the clothes a disgusted look before putting them on.
Katie was desperately trying to think of a way to save herself, and the others. She knew that she could control water, and it surrounded her. But why can’t she figure out how to control it at her will?
She walked back to the office room where she found the Captain sitting at the desk. “My, you are pretty,” he said. He threw a rag on the table. “I’ll just ask you to do some cleaning. Nothing too strenuous. We’ll start with dusting,” he drawled, smiling at her. With the lighting, or perhaps that just was the way they were, Katie thought that all the Captain’s teeth were wooden.
“If you could just dust the top of the counters and shelves over at the wall,” he said, pointing.
Katie sighed quietly and made her way to the counter closest to the exit door. The floor was littered with large objects and books that she was sure weren’t there before.
“For now, don’t mind those,” said the Captain. Katie didn’t respond but started dusting the top of the shelves. She had to stand on her toes, and unwittingly, one of her legs rose into the air briefly.
“Ooh, there we go,” said the Captain. “Good work there. Nice and skinny, but built. Firm. That’s how I like them. Haven’t caught one of you in a long time.”
Katie put her leg down and stared at Captain Reynolds, fury in her eyes. “I assumed that’s why you made me wear this. You are a pathetic pervert, after all.”
Captain Reynolds stood from his desk and slammed his hands on it. Though when he spoke, he spoke with a calm, almost quiet, voice. “Now, pretty dear, don’t raise your voice at me. I may have to hurt you, but I don’t want to yet. Besides, I have no idea what a ‘pervert’ is, but your tone tells me enough. Now,
