Pirates
It was a foggy, wet morning. And yet, at this ungodly hour, the crown prince, Neville Longbottom, would be kidnapped. Mikael led his men to the castle, but it was only he himself who climbed up into the prince’s chambers. From his pocket, he grabbed a piece of parchment with a message, ‘Your prince is with us. If you do not bring us 100.000 pieces of gold on the beach by the end of the 7th dawn from now, we will kill him. Do not test us.’ At the bottom of the note was the seal of their fleet, a sea serpent.
Mikael placed one of his cold, dirty, tattoo-covered hands over the prince’s mouth. Neville, who woke up from the sudden cold feel on his lips, shot wide awake after he saw the pirate’s figure in his mirror. He attempted to scream. “Shhh…. Keep your mouth shut, little prince..” Mikael cooed as he placed a filthy rag in Neville’s mouth, before throwing him over his shoulder and climbing out of the chambers.
“Make a run for it, people!!” Captain Mikael yelled as his crew ran towards their boat. Neville struggled as he punched Mikael’s back, but to no avail. Once on the boat, Mikael brought Neville to his great cabin.
After the rest of the crew left to do their duties, Mikael sighed as he looked at Neville, who looked back in pure terror. Mikael had to hide a small smirk. “Phew. I love them to bits, but a painfully hyper lot they are..” He sighed before letting out a soft chuckle. Neville let out a muffled yell. “Oh! That’s right.” Mikael exclaimed before taking the rag out of the other’s mouth. “How’s that?” “I DEMAND YOU LET ME GO!!” Neville yelled angrily, to which Mikael jumped. “Jeez, calm down! We’re letting you go as soon as your parents pay the price..” He muttered as he added “Loudmouth..” to his statement. “That is no way to speak to your future king!!”
Mikael laughed. “My future king?!- Ahaha- I’m sorry- Hahahaha!!” He wiped a tear from his eye. “Haaa… Oh, sweetheart. If you ever become a king, know that you certainly won’t be any king of mine!” He grinned. “I, Captain Mikael Adder, am a free spirit! No king will be able to contain me!” Neville gulped. “Mikael.. A-Adder..???” The captain smiled. “You hadn’t noticed? And I thought you would’ve noticed me with the amount of wanted posters around the kingdom… What a bummer….” He whined. Neville didn’t know what to say, not only had he been kidnapped, but he had been kidnapped by a bunch of the most dangerous rogue pirates known in the 7 seas.
“Oh, you needn’t worry, little king. It was just a joke.” Mikael said when he noticed the perplexed expression on the prince’s face before he walked around the cabin, grabbing a map and quill as he seemingly began mapping out a route. “What are you doing?” Neville asked, he sounded understandably terrified. “What do you think I’m doing, little king?” He asked in an absent tone of voice, clearly paying more attention to whatever it was what he was doing that to Neville. “I don’t know..” Neville muttered as he looked around. The cabin was filled with little trinkets from various placed. Neville recognized various crown jewels from kingdoms his own was allied with. Then, he saw a small, silver dagger. He quietly shuffled over before sneakily grabbing it and stuffing it in the pocket of his nightgown.
“Where are we going?” Neville asked as he looked out the cabin’s window, out on the sea. “Nowhere you’d need to worry your pretty head about, little king.” Mikael muttered, drawing a line on the map. “Would you stop calling me that?!” Neville grunted in annoyance, as Mikael laughed. “But that’s what you are, no? A little king?” Neville shook his head in anger as he looked away, leaving Mikael to map out his routes further.
After a while, Neville’s stomach growled. “Are you hungry, little king? I could prepare you some food.” Was the first thing Mikael said after a while. Neville scoffed. “I would rather starve than eat your food!” He sneered as he crossed his arms. The captain shrugged. “Suit yourself.” He said as he grabbed whatever food he had from one of the cabinets. He had some leftover rusk and dried sausage. Neville looked longingly at the food. He hadn’t eaten in hours. “You are sure you don’t want anything, little king?” Mikael asked, to which Neville wrinkled his nose. “Oh I’m sure alright.” He scoffed. “Okay.” The captain responded as he took a bite of a piece of rusk, followed by a bite of meat.
Neville felt the cold silver blade in his pocket. Now was as good a time as any. He walked closer to Mikael, to which the other rose a brow. “Did you want some food?- AH-“ He yelled as Neville attempted to stab him with the silver dagger he had found a little while back. Mikael grabbed the other’s wrist, making him drop the dagger before making Neville fall to the ground. Mikael, with what seemed like no effort, used one hand to press Neville’s wrists to the ground, just above his head, and his other to wrap around the prince’s neck as he sat on the others stomach. “That wasn’t nice of you, little prince….” Mikael quietly said, with a cold sneer that made Neville shiver. Their faces were so close that their noses almost touched, when Neville realized the position they were in, he blushed. “I- I- Uhm-“ Neville stammered. Mikael’s glare putting a pressure on him that he’d never felt before. “You- You-“ Mikael mocked. “You what?!” He sneered. “You really think that a puny little prince like you could take someone like ME down?! Haha! What a joke.” He laughed, not noticing how close they were, and even if he did, he wouldn’t have minded being so close to a pretty boy like Neville.
“You have some guts, I’ll give you that, little king. But I’m afraid that guts alone won’t even get you so much as a scratch.” Mikael smirked as he leaned down to the other’s ear. “Now, behave, or I wont have any prince to return to your parents.” He whispered, Neville gulped as he nodded. “Good, good. A fine choice, little king.” He smiled, as if nothing had happened. “Now, put that thing back where you got it.” He said, as he handed the other the dagger before standing up.
Neville stood up after the other. Mikael sure didn’t look it, but he was surprisingly strong. And to the captain’s amusement, the prince couldn’t get his red cheeks to turn back to normal for quite a while.