it's been waiting for you // namelie
When Amelie had stowed away on the merchant ship heading from London to Columbia (she wasn't entirely sure where that was, but it had to be better than home), she hadn't expected the captain and crew to be killed in a crossfire with anyone, let alone pirates. The young woman had only ever heard tales of pirates and other such sullied sailors, but was never totally convinced of their existence. Surely there was thieves and beggars in their world with budding trade and economy, but men with wooden eyes and peg legs who sailed around the oceans with no rules and no allegiances? Not at all likely. But of course, Amelie was eating her own words now, feeling like a drowned rat in her sopping dress and dripping hair, wrists tied off in her lap as she and two other survivors from the wreckage were rowed over to the pirates' ship.
She couldn't breathe. Couldn't see straight through the tears born of fear. Amelie shivered violently beside the two men she'd been captured with, pressing closer to them despite never having met them before. Blue eyes remained downcast, far too afraid of looking up and meeting the gazes of the pirates who'd taken them. It wasn't too long before she was tossed over one of the pirate's shoulders, completely put off by his wretched odor as he carried her up the side of the new ship. Thought Amelie was quite innocent in most regards of life, she knew better than to believe she'd live much longer. These filthy, careless men would take from her whatever she was worth, and that would be it. Once aboard the deck, she was shoved to her knees beside the two merchants, visibly trembling as the pirates hooped and hollered, calling out for the first mate to come decide their fates.