Chapter One

                                    

                                          
The night was dark and cloudy, the taste of the salty rain covered your tongue as you hysterically breathed and tried frustrated to cover your freezing body parts from the cold that made its way through the wooden slats next to you. You weren't sure what was happening but you knew one thing: you were terrified.
                          
Some pirates took you away from your home, imprisoned you below the decks and barely feed you so with each day your body felt more like giving up. The cell was small and lonely. It gave you a feeling of being a caged animal in a small box.
                          
Some of them would mock you everyday, calling you awful names and describing nasty, hateful things what they would love to do to you.
                          
The silent night were interrupted by the sound of shots from guns, and metal crashing against each other upstairs. You tried to make yourself small as possible. You weren't certain of what was happening and prayed it wasn't another group of pirates that might would sell you as a slave.
                          
Suddenly, the door leading to the tiny room you were for days, opened and a tall and menacing figure appeared, swinging a wooden club. You could clearly tell that he was a boy, but the hood from his cloak hung so deep over his face that is was only a shadow. His head spun towards your direction, observing you without moving any muscle. His head followed the trail of chains that lead to your left ankle.
                          
You were beyond scared. You wanted to disappear from here and rip your leg of, anything to get home again. The boy clearly were no pirate, yet his presence intimated you more than anyone else's in the fast few days. When he flicked up his head to someone behind him, there was a chance to take a glance at his face.
                          
He was the kind of boys your parents warned you about: handsome but deadly. A rose with thorns. He had a long, nasty scar running down his slender face, cold, grey-blueish eyes and the wildest of dirty blond curls that fought to get out of the hood of his cloak. There was something odd about his face, his cheekbones sat high and narrow and reminded you of a carved wooden figure.
                          
The tall boy made a fast sudden move and you flinched, too used by now of getting a kick or a punch. He started to kneel down slowly, and kept observing you with his shark like orbs. Some more boys ran behind the tall one, stopping abruptly and enjoying the view of the first boy with wide eyes and you looked up at them in terror.
                          
"I call dibs!" A red haired boy (who looked like he was on the verge of adulthood) exclaimed, followed by his companions.
                          
The tall blonde boy said nothing. You were unsure of what to do or even dare to speak. Those boys didn't seem too friendly and the way they acted made them look like wild animals.
                          
"Shut up!" The blond haired boy suddenly screamed, making you flinch again. "No one is calling dibs on that girl, is that clear?!"
                          
The boys rolled their eyes, some complained, but they all agreed in mumbling annoyance. 
                          
"Al, destroy her chains." 
                          
Another big boy appeared with a giant axe in his hands which made him look like a chubby, frog-faced lumberjack,- and within seconds, you were free. You still were very wary of them all and tried not to take a glimpse of them, keeping your head down.
                          
"Search for any treasure on the ships and bring it back to camp." The blond haired boy commanded with a stern voice. "I will stay here." 
                          
The boys left as quickly as they came, leaving you alone with the unknown boy. You were shaking so badly when his long legs approached you, you started sobbing. What would he do to you?
                          
"Hey, hey, girlie. I am not going to hurt you." His voice switched over into a warm soothing sound, different to how he growled at the boys before. "Come on lady, look at me."