The Captain's P.O.V.
"Why am I still alive?" The blonde boy asked in a monotone voice, his face showing no emotion but tears still stained his pale cheeks now rosie from the warmth of the salty water. I wasn't really sure what to do, I planned on either recruiting the guy or using him for some release. Better yet I was hoping for both. But he just all of a sudden fell on the ground with no warning without us even laying a hand on him. Besides he was so damn terrified it would've been cowardly to kill him. I'm kind of stuck now though because I have no idea what the hell to do with him. I take the wet cloth off his forehead before speaking.
"Well you freaked me out kid, did you expect me to kill you while you were down?" I said half laughing. I got no response from him though. He just continue to look at me and say nothing. Those big blue eyes of his seem to barely be looking at me and more looking through me then anything else. I figured he might just be terrified after seeing all that blood for the first time, he knew how to use a sword damn well but obviously never practiced out in the real world. I mean the kid didn't even try to attack me, he just stayed on defense the entire time.
"Why did you cover my face?" He asked little more emotion in his voice. This seems promising so I figure I'd go with it.
"Well you see kid, though there are some men on my ship that are bound to one another there are still many who go months without getting any proper release, so when there's something new and pretty that they think they can fuck, they do, or at least try to anyway." I say, laughing a bit at my last words. Though his face didn't change I could see the wheels turning this time, like he was trying to understand what I said. After a while he finally spoke.
"But I'm a man?" He said confused, a small frown resting on his face. I tried not to laugh at the kid but it was damn hard not to. I take a moment to regain my composure and swallow my laughter before I talk again.
"Look kid, I don't know where you come from or what they teach you about this kind of thing but two men together can do the same thing a man and a women can, the same goes for two women." Geez, I feel like I'm teaching a five year old about the world, why the hell am I even bothering? I get up to walk over to the cabinet on the other side of the room to grab a bottle of whiskey. Before I do though the boy speaks again, his voice is shaking as if he's on the verge of tears.
"Really?" He questions in a hopeful voice. Now I'm intrigued. I guess I'll grab the whiskey later. I head back over to sit on the bed next to him. He tries to sit up but had trouble with his hands still tied behind him. I wonder if I should undo his binds as he finally manages to sit up. "Do you mean that it's alright to think of a man that way?" He asks trying to steady his voice looking directly in front of him, not focusing on anything in particular.
"Yeah, why the fuck not?" I say rolling up my baggy sleeves. "That's one of the reasons people become a pirate, so they can do whatever the hell they want to." As I finish rolling up my sleeves I look up at him to see his reaction. He seems to be deep in thought, with no attention being paid to me. I get a bit bored and decide to have a little fun.
“You wanna fuck?” I ask. He quickly turned his head to me with his eyes wide with fear. I lean in towards him and he quickly tries to scurry away using only his legs to push himself back. “W-what are you doing?!” He says quickly. His back hits a wall and real terror sets in. I crawled over to him, until my face is only a few inches away from his. I end up staring at his beautiful face a little too long as I admired his pale skin and sky blue eyes. He takes the opportunity to duck underneath me to try to get away. But all that does is make things easier for me with his small body underneath me now lying on the bed all the while trying to shimmy away.
Suddenly he let out a scream of pain that caught me by surprise, his face scrunched up in agony as he bites his bottom lip trying not to cry out again. His eyes were closed tightly as tears rolled from them. He turns to his side as he brings his knees up to his chest rocking slightly trying to distract himself from the pain. I don't understand until I noticed blood on the bed and I see the rope had torn his wrists. I quickly get off the bed and grab the dagger on the nightstand and go back over to cut the rope. He lets out a small whimper as I cut the rope and remove it. Once I do he rolls onto his back pulling his arm out from under him hovering his wrist just above his chest as he continues to bite down hard on his lip, his hand shaking. I feel the slight sting of guilt in my chest as I take in his face still wrapped in pain.
“Sorry kid.” I find myself saying as I a place my hand on his shoulder rubbing in my thumb over his thin white shirt covered with blood stains and dirt. He flinches at my touch but is too distracted by the pain to do anything else. I look over to my whiskey cabinet again and sigh at what I have to do. Looks like I'll be getting that bottle of whiskey after all. I remove my hand from his shoulder and get up to open the cabinet. I take one of the cheaper bottles that's already half empty. I sigh again as I hold the bottle by the neck with one hand and the bottom of it with the other. I go over and sit back on the edge of the bed, opening the bottle with a pop as I do.
“Come here.” I say patting my hand next to me, the cork still in my hand. He doesn't say anything but I know he heard me with the flinch he gave when I spoke. I let out another sigh, grinding my teeth a little with irritation.
“Kid, if you don't want those to get worse I'd come sit next to me if I were you.” I think I sounded a little more threatening than I intended because fear creeps back into his eyes before doing as I said. He sits up and turns so he can hook his heels on the edge of the bed and pull himself next to me. He makes sure not to look at me and continue staring down at his wrists hovering above his knees, still shaking slightly. Drops of blood fall from his wrists, landing on his black pants and disappearing as it seeps into the fabric. I start taking my belt off. His baudy becomes tense at the sound of my belt buckle being undone and he slowly looks over to where I was taking it off. I continue to undo my belt.
“It's for you to bite down on.” I say pulling the belt off my hips. He looks confused for a second but I can see it click in his mind as he looks over at the whisky bottle, probably realizing it wasn't going to be pleasant. I folded the belt a few times and brought it up to his lips. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before taking the piece of leather between his teeth and held his arms out in front of him waiting for me to pour the whiskey on to the gashes in his wrists. The moment the whisky hits his open wound he grips his hands into tight fists and clenches his jaw, probably piercing the leather belt.
As I watch the whiskey tainted with red leak from his wrist down to his elbow I feel a sudden impulse and don't even try to stop myself as I left his elbow up to my face. He doesn't try to stop me probably assuming I was going to wrap up his wound. He's taken by surprise when I instead lick the whiskey off his arm running my tongue from his elbow up to just before his cut. The belt that he was once clutching his teeth into, landed on the floor with a thud. His mouth now slightly open looking at where I was licking with surprise. I smirk as I lick my lips while looking up at him, the taste of blood and whisky lingering on my tongue.
“Tastes sweet.”
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