"State your business, pirate." I defiantly state, not flinching from the gun in my face. "I do not have the patience to be in the presence of the likes of you." 

Quite amused, the pirates smirk grows into a full on ear to ear grin and she aims her gun to the sky. "Well, aren't you a brave little princess." She chuckles. "But, I'm afraid you won't get to know the answer. You see," She continues while tapping the barrel of her gun on her shoulder, "you might be a princess, but I'm in charge here, sweetheart." 

"DO NOT," I loudly shout, "call me sweetheart."

"Oh?" Her grin turns into that of slight smirk. "Feisty aren't you?" She says, not really a question, but a statement. Pointing with her chin, I pause unsure of what she's doing. Her smirk disappears and I'm suddenly grabbed from behind. Quite startled, I instinctively squeal as strong arms tighten around my body. As I attempt to escape my mouth and nose are covered by a small rag. Smelling something sweet, I struggle even more to escape. With thoughts racing in my mind, one thing remained constant. I'm going to die.

"Cap," the man grunts, "I don't think it's working."

Still struggling, I feel my body growing weaker by the minute. "Give it time," she sighs. "It isn't instantaneous."

With muffled screams, and even stomping on his feet, I am too powerless against his strength, despite him struggling to restrain me as well. With each breath I grow weaker and weaker and soon, my consciousness fades into that of complete darkness.