The craft is approaching and it is filled with unkept men. In the front directing operations is swarthy dark pirate.
The site of him fills you with fear and you turn and attempt to swim farther away. Never! You wouldn't want to chance it with the likes of them.
With sudden speed you feel the iron grip of a hand along your collar, wrenching you out of the water. You struggle, kicking and flailing with all your might. Screaming is pointless, there is no one to hear you, and it would only waste energy.
He drags you onto the boat. You lie in the water collected in the bottom, exhausted, looking up at your captor. You feel annoyed with yourself because you know how weak you seem, drenched, shivering which he'll certainly mistake for shaking, with fear filled eyes.
He's staring rudely at youbemused. There's a the beginning of what could possibly be a small smile playing on his face. You feel even more ridiculous than before. To him you're only a game.
He leans down running his large, calloused hand from your brow down to your chin and tilting your chin up staring into your face.
You have the sudden realization he might be about to kiss you. You stare back at him, waiting, your pulse racing.
He presses his thumb to your lips parting them slightly. You hold your body rigid to prevent your body from betraying your thoughts, fears, and emotions.
Suddenly he drops your head, which thumps into the rough board on the bottom, back into the puddle of water. You realize what an awckward position that was for your neck. You want to gingerly rub it, but you don't want to move.
"Back to the ship," he issues an order to the men. These are the first words spoken the entire time.
Lying there helpless you anayse his voice. Although it was gruff as you expected it. He had spoken english and not some savage language. There was also something gentile about it.
He pays no more attention to you, instead peering at the ship they are nearing. You want to look up, but decide that might not be wise.
...
You've reached the ship now. There is a big jolt and crew on board begins to pull the boat in. This is the first boat to return. You sit up with your knees together, and pointing one way, your feet the other, leaning back on your hands, resting your head and back against the side.
As the boat finishes its journey, the rowers begin to disembark. New hands reach in and take ahold of you roughly. You feel ashamed at their vulgar touch, very much unlike his touch, and feel your face glow.
Your pulled roughly to your feet onboard. You wonder what is to become of you. You note that he seems to have forgotten about you.
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