I sat in the dark, my head resting on my arms. I ached all over from being stuck in this cramped little cell. I tried to stretch, but my arms protested so much that I didn't even bother. Instead I wiggled backwards, and put my back against the stone wall. I sighed, and ran a hand through my blond hair. There were footsteps, and the door to my prison was flung open, bathing me in bright light. I blinked and winced, and was roughly yanked up to my feet.
"Get yer sorry ass off of that floor boy!" a rough voice yelled. I stumbled out into the sunlight, and was pushed up a set of steps. Suddenly the floor titled and I stumbled into the guard's side. He cursed and pushed me away viciously. I fell to my knees and was yanked back up again.
"Come on, I don't have all day ye lazy son o' a bitch!" I growled, and pushed him off of me. If I was going to die, I was going to die with as much dignity as I could muster. I stalked before him, the wind causing my white shirt to ruffle around my body. My boots clicked on the wooden deck ominously. I was pissed. I strode right up to the captain's door, and kicked the door open. The captain was in the middle of eating lunch, and he looked up, startled to see me. I stood in the doorway, gasping for breath angrily, and he calmly wiped his lips and chin clear of all invisible food traces. He cleared his throat quietly, and I was pushed down into the chair before him. My arms were wrenched to the side and were tied to the arms of the chair. My legs received the same treatment.
"Look, if you're going to kill me, do it and get it over with. This whole tying me up and keeping me captive bullshit is stupid if you're just going to murder me in the end," I spat. It probably wasn't the best way to handle the situation, but I was angry. I usually didn't think clearly when I was angry. The captain smiled smugly and leaned back in his chair, propping his feet up on the desk. I glared at him.
"Your name is Jasper, is it not?" he asked quietly. I glared.
"Yeah, and yours is Dick," I replied. He scowled.
"It's James," he said.
"Oh really? You just looked like a dick to me," I spat. James growled and stood up, and the guard smacked me across the face brutally. Ouch. That was going to leave a mark.
"You know Jasper, you aren't really the smartest sailor of the lot are you?" I shrugged nonchalantly, even though I knew my face was as red as a tomato from the blow I had received.
"Just kill me you coward," I said. James smirked and walked around behind me. He placed his hands on my shoulders, and I tried not to shiver at his touch. He dragged his fingers up the side of my neck and up my face. I grimaced, but didn't move.
"I'm not going to kill you Jasper," he murmured low to my ear. Puzzled, my eyes flicked over to his.
" What?" James traveled around me idly, his fingernails dragging across the skin of my exposed chest.
"No, I'm not going to kill you. You have something to offer me." I frowned. If this was going in the direction that I thought it was, then I was going to commit suicide tonight.
"Are you familiar with the noble families of England?" he asked me. I nodded.
"Do you know who the Swans are?" Again I nodded. Of course I knew who the Swans were. The most stuck up family in England next to the royals, that's what they were. Home to the two most notorious bitches in all of England. Isabella and Rosalie Swan. James stroked his chin softly. His other hand was on my shoulder again.
"Hmm. Very good. Now Jasper, are you aware of how much money you owe me? Of how much your family owes me?" he asked. I gulped. So that's why they took me and my ship. The damned money.
"Yes," I whispered.
"I am willing to forget about how much you owe me, if you do me a little favor." I raised an eyebrow.
"What kind of favor?" James paused and smirked.
"I wish for you to bring me Isabella and Rosalie Swan. I am sure that their father will pay dearly for their safe return. If you do this for me, I will consider part of the ransom received to be from your family, and you will no longer owe me money. Once you no longer owed me money, I'll let your dear sister Alice free." I stared at him. I couldn't believe that he was being this cooperative. All I had to do was capture two spoiled brats? No problem, the world would be better off without the Swan girls anyway.
"Done," I snapped. James smiled and patted my cheek.
"Good boy. We'll provide you with the fastest ship of our fleet. The Fallen Angel. How about that?" I whistled underneath my breath. I had spied the Fallen Angel a few years ago, off the coast of Singapore where I was raised. It was a magnificent ship. I would give anything to be captain of that beauty. But there was one more thing that a captain needed to run a ship, and that was a crew.
"What about a crew?" I asked. James looked thoughtful, as if he hadn't given that much thought.
"Hmm, I suppose you'll be wanting your old crew back?" I nodded. James nodded absently.
"Fine. John, fetch Captain Whitlock's crew please." The guard nodded and grunted, walking out of the cabin briskly. What an oaf.
"However Jasper, you must know that I have to supply you with one of my men, just to make sure that you get the job done." I nodded. Believe me, I had no intention of disobeying orders. Not as long as he had Alice.
"Emmett!" he roared. I jumped. I was so used to his soft-spoken voice that when he yelled in my ear it was quite a shock. The door opened, a burly man stepped through.
"Aye captain?" he asked. James nodded towards me.
"Release Captain Whitlocke if you please. He has a mission he needs to complete." Emmett nodded and complied with the orders. I stood up, rubbing the feeling back into my wrists. I looked James in the eye, and he nodded at me. I nodded back and turned to go.
"Oh and Jasper?" I turned back. James smirked at me.
"You have a year and a half to get those girls back to me at Singapore. Otherwise I'll sell Alice," he said. My face remained blank, but inside I was seething. If he so much as touched a hair on her head, I would castrate him. I nodded my understanding and strode out the door, following Emmett's lead. I would do whatever it took to free my sister. Whatever it took.