It had been days since I had arrived at this forsaken ship. The low life pirates only giving me what looked like dung to eat, something I refused. To them it would seem as if I’m starving myself to death, only that I can go so much longer without eating then most. It was not long before their captain would once again visit me, hopefully with food of better class in hand.

My legs ached from standing for too long, not wanting to sit or touch anything in any way or form in the cell. The mere thought of whatever repulsive prisoners that had once been in my place sent shivers along my skin. Even if I only pretended to be a royal I still hated filth, something that wasn’t normal for a... normal pirate.

In an instance before I could even hear his footsteps I had felt his presence from afar, slowly coming closer as this ship's captain once more made himself known. His blond mane-like hair slightly gracing his shoulder as his blue vast eyes stared into my own.

- Oh what a pleasant surprise to see you again...captain.

- Is it really such a surprise? After all, you are on my ship.

- Even so it took you this long to seek out my company once more.

- It has been but a few days, though I assume you would not be very aware of time down here.

- And whose fault is that I wonder.

He ignored my words, only walking closer to the bars of the cell, the only thing keeping me from wrangling his neck with my own two hands. 

- I came to see you, as I have understood you are not willing to cooperate.

- And what makes you think that I should? What do I have to gain, other than being treated less than that of a mut.

- I have up until now been lenient with you, but I see that you do nothing more than take advantage of that hospitality along with my patience.

- Hospitality my arse. Being fed dung and having to sleep in filth, does that sound pleasant to you? And is it my fault you have the patience of a-

- Enough with you!

He let his fist connect with one of the ship’s many support beams, his face contorted into something dark and vicious. His eyes were no longer assessing me in mild irritation, but rather with a burning hatred. I seemed to have pinched a nerve or two. How delightful.

- Oh? Is a prince of the British Empire getting on the nerves of a pirate such as yourself-

- Drop the act, you filth. I know you are no royal.

I felt myself stop at his words, surprised as to how he would come to that conclusion. Interesting. Never before had my acting been discovered, something that made me want to see where this was going. 

I knew I could get myself out of here in a blink of seconds, however this pirate did not know that as he thinks he has the upper hand. Never has he been so wrong, unknowing of who exactly he has locked up on his ship.

I raised a brow in question, seeming confused to his sudden accusation. 

- ...I beg your pardon? Did you lose your sight during the few days I did not see you? Or perhaps you are just that incompetent?

- I have not once believed your lies of being royal, I simply hoped you were useful enough to be worth my time. I am now believing you have nothing of value and have been nothing but a waste of my time and resources.

I could see now that there was no way I could continue the act as I stopped the charade. I effortlessly relaxed my posture into its natural state, crossing my arms as a sly smile creeped its way onto my lips.

- ...Well you’re no fun.

- Go figure, a pirate then?

- Aye, but setting that aside, would you be so kind as to drop me off at the next port?

- I’m afraid that is far from where I am to drop you off.

I barely had time to react before the tall pirate pulled a pistol, now pressing it against my heart. The cold muzzle of the gun pressed against my warm skin, where right underneath my heart was staggering for a beat or two. I had not expected this of him, not in the slightest.