Not all treasure is silver and gold - Chapter 27

 
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Previous Chapters:
Chapter 1 - Pirates!
Chapter 2 - Its all true
Chapter 3 - Yes Captain
Chapter 4 - Never trust a pirate
Chapter 5 - Waking up in hell
Chapter 6 - Not that innocent
Chapter 7 - Right Decision, Wrong Choice
Chapter 8 - Damn him!
Chapter 9 - Missed a spot
Chapter 10 - C'est une belle histoire
Chapter 11 -Kisses and Dramaqueens
Chapter 12 - Damaged
Chapter 13 - Liar
Chapter 14 - Saved to kill you
Chapter 15 - When I need you most
Chapter 16 - No black no white
Chapter 17 - All Better
Chapter 18 - Last night was a lie
Chapter 19 - Todat would be hell
Chapter 20 - It was you
Chapter 21 -You were me
Chapter 22 - Just like me
Chapter 23 - God no...Please no...
Chapter 24 - Together
Chapter 25 - Free
Chapter 26 - Take me home



Chapter 27 - Dream

I was floating.  Floating in the sky with his hand holding me up.

I was being carried home, as he had promised me.

I couldn’t see properly, nor could I tell where we were heading. Still, I knew it was where he was taking me.

Everything seemed so…..blurry. Strange and deformed in a very interesting way. Different in smell, colour and sounds. All very, very far away.

Even the deep burning in my side.

Nothing in this world seemed to be real except for my body in his strong arms. My head against his chest, rising up and down in a fast pace as he walked.

I could feel my mouth forming into a little smile as all the fears and stress seemed to stream out of my body trough my blood. He wasn’t mad at me. He had come for me. He had saved me. He did not hate me at all.

He simply hold me gently against him as he whispered sweet, soft things into my ear. ]

What he said to me, I couldn’t make out. But I knew it was special, and the sounds alone of his deep, melodic voice purring into my ear like soft, comforting humming made every muscles in my body relax.

Making me feel like I was his.

There were more people around us he spoke to every so often, but to none of them he spoke, like he was speaking to me. To them he seemed short and determent in his orders.

Nothing like he hummed for me.

I realized the rest of the crew had joined us, yet I could not make out any of their faces. One of them came closer, and seemed to lift my shirt as I whimpered soundlessly into the air.

I felt pressure on my side then, as something was pressed against the open wound.

Something soft, still rough against the opened flesh. A cloth maybe?

The burning became a sharp flash of white pain, and I wanted to protest. But when I opened my mouth, only a small sigh could be pushed out of my longs trough my lips.

He spoke to me again and I knew it was to calm me down. Knowing I was in pain, but showing he was here to get me trough it. 

The pressure became lighter, and I let my bodyweight fall into his arms again.

So heavy….it was…..

My body…..my eyes……

Fuzzy….

Dizzy….

Weary….

“Stay with me Bam. We are almost there. Be strong for me.”

All so far away.

Cracking under the exhaustion taking me over caused by the fighting of my body, I could feel my eyelids becoming too heavy to carry.

They slipped, and so did I.

With his words in my ear, I could feel the world fading.

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Violet was only seven when it happened. When it had destroyed her family in that single day. Her life.

Her family had not been poor, as her brother had provided most of the income by working as the best blacksmith in the wide aria. The job he had taken over from their father since he had been unable to work for years.

Gout.

Violet and her younger brothers had worked in the bakery belonging to her grandparents, together with her mother.

Life had been hard, and so was work, but it had been good.

It had been better.

Better then the day the pirate ship had come into their little town and had taken everything they had worked so hard for all these years. Doomed their town with their greedy hands and their black hearts.

Violet had been young. But not too young to remember it.

It had been in the early afternoon that day, when her brother had burst trough the door into the bakery. Telling them to hide. Telling them pirates were coming.

He had tried to guard to door as mother had taken the youngest to the cellar, and had asked Violet to keep quiet in the little cabin where they kept the wood to heat the oven.

A little cabin she had barely fit in. With only one chink in the wood for her to see trough.

Loud noises had disturbed the town outside the window. Disaster and pain being caused behind the closed curtains as Voilet was hiding in the small cabin.

Her brother leaning against the door with his sword clenched in his hand.

Wanting to protect them, with intense fire burning in his eyes.

Wanting so badly to be a hero.

Violet had kept quiet, but she had been able to hear her own heartbeat filling her ears like loud thunder.

“Christopher.”

He mother had called him back, but he had refused to listen. Even when she had protested, he had stayed put. Wanting to protect his family. Not knowing what he was getting himself into.

He had stayed in front of the door, for what had seemed ages in Violet’s eyes.

Knowing they would eventually come to their bakery. Knowing they would come, as her brother guarded the door.

I they had come.

He had come.

The door had slowly opened, and black, heavy boats had entered the store with slow steps.

It was all Violet had been able to see until the man had reached the front of the counter where her brother had leaned back against as he took a few steps back. Intimated by the stranger. His sword in the air as he warned him not to come any closer.

“Stack back, you evil fiend.”

The man had simply laughed as Violet had now seen his upper body form over the counter trough the crack.

And how he had surprised her.

He had been young. Not older than her brother had been. Not even in his twenties. Yet he wore clothing the highest Captain could not have afforded.

So he was the highest of all, she had though.

He had had the face of an angel. Beautiful, like a girl. Except for his voice, which was so deep it made her skin shiver.

He had been extraordinary.

“Let’s not do anything stupid now, shall we? I am not here to hurt anyone, just to get some food for my boys.”

He had smirked, looking so intimidating, yet so calm. And Violet had not been able to look away from his creamy skin and chocolate hair.

“We don’t serve thieves.”

Chris had spat at him with trembling fingers around the handle of his sword. Taking a step back every single time the pirate Captain had come closer.

“Who said I need service?”

Her brother had swallowed when the Captain had tilted his head with the smirk still in place. Now pulling his cutlass from the scarf around his waist to hold it up in the air with a sweep, and making her brother gasp.

Only to have him using it as a pole to lean on as he planted the head in the sand of the floor and placed one of his feet behind the other.

“Y-You will have to pay for it, like any other costumer.”

Christ had spoken bravely to him, only to have the man place a hand over the fat, leather bundle on his belt where silver and gold clinked. Stroking it lovingly as he kept his head tilted.

“But of course. Money is not an option. Never has been.”

He has said it in such a lighthearted tone, Violet had not understood why her brother seemed so angered by the words.

“We only take clean money in this shop. Earned by hard work, and not stolen from innocent people.”

He had sounded so disrespectful and aggressive, yet the Captain had not even bother to blink at his words.  Not even the smirk had shifted as he simply leaned a bit deeper on his sword.

“Not stolen, that could be a problem. But don’t think that means I didn’t work hard for it.”

Cocky, he had sounded, and almost amused. Violet had been able to feel her brothers anger rising.

He had taken a step forward, and both him and the pirate had disappeared from her view. Only able to hear them talking from the other end of the room.

“Curse you pirate. Curse you and your entire family.”

“Ohhh, a brave one. Sticks and stones my friend.”

“Curse your entire crew.”

“But I do advise you to shut up right around now.”

“Curse your father.”

“Little too late for that.”

“And curse your mother.”

“…………………”

There had been a silence then. Violet had not dared to breath, in fright of breaking it.

“Now that you can take back.”

He was no longer cocky, but whispered the words like the rustle of leaves in the wind.

“Never. Curse your mother. That she may burn in hell for your sins you demon.”

“I told you I am not here to harm anyone, but you do need to take that back.”

Now his voice was shaking, as it sounded quiet compared to Violet’s brother’s angry shouting.

She knew he had made a mistake. And he prayed he would take it back. Then maybe everything would be all right.

“I will not. It is what she deserves if she gave birth to such a bastard son.”

The last words had been shouted, followed by a heart wrenching scream of Chris.

Violet had covered her ears when her brother’s body had fell on the floor with dead weight. Sliced by the sword the pirate had been leaning on.

Bleeding to dead.

He left.

And there was nothing but silence.

She had sat there until after an hour the pirate had left, and her screaming, crying mother had pulled her from the cabin.

Her family torn, by one single pirate Captain. Cream skin, chocolate hair, and a black heart.

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Part 2