We’re Pirates, not Kidnappers.
Series Summary: This is a series of potentially missing Sandorianne moments within the canon events of Sandokan season one. This was quite a challenging exercise for me because I felt the show did an excellent job balancing character story lines. But they left me some room for my imagination to run wild! So here it is!
Work Summary: These missing scenes are interwoven throughout the timeline of events in episode three (Hostage). The missing moments include: Sandokan taking care of his hostage, Sandokan treating Marianne’s cut, Marianne being stubborn, and Sandokan teaching Marianne how to use a knife after Yussuf’s attack.
He hadn’t intended to kidnap Marianne. In fact, he assumed he’d never see her again after she’d slapped him. In the end, it was probably a good thing she thought he was some type of beast—it would make this whole charade easier.
He’d spent the entire night at the helm doing his absolute best not to look at Marianne tied to the mast and shivering against the wind. Despite her obvious fear, there was still an immovable strength to her posture that spoke of her defiant nature. Her fierce determination was one of the things that initially attracted him. Fuck. Sandokan shook his head at the thought. He was not supposed to be thinking about how beautiful Marianne was; how his breath physically caught in his chest at the sight of her. She was a hostage. She was a means to an end. But despite being their captive, despite her likely—and hopefully—hating him right now, he didn’t want to see her mistreated. His Ibu would have killed him if he let a woman suffer at his hands!
Sandokan released a sigh before passing the helm to Sarkar. He made a quick trip to the mess and secured a cup of water before returning to the main deck. He noticed Marianne’s eyes narrow as he approached, but he could tell by the gentle bumps on her flesh and the rings under her eyes that she was cold and tired.
“You should drink.” He raised the cup, unoffended by Marianne’s hesitancy. “Please? I promise I won’t let any harm come to you. There’s no need to make this situation more difficult than it—”
“You should have thought of that before you stole me from my home!”
Sandokan brought a hand over his heart and apologised. “I’m sorry.”
Marianne’s face softened for a moment as the surprise eased the tension in her body.
“Please, have some water.”
When Marianne gave him a nod, Sandokan raised the cup towards her lips, very gently he tilted the cup forward, allowing the water to ease into Marianne’s mouth. He stared at her lips, at the gentle bow and the enticing pink hue. He was mesmerized.
Before he could react, Marianne moved. In one swift, defiant motion, she spat the mouthful of water straight into his face.
Sandokan flinched—only for a heartbeat. Then his expression hardened, his gaze snapping back to hers with a warning sharp enough to cut.
He let the water trail slowly down his cheek, refusing her even that small victory. Instead, his eyes traveled over her with deliberate, unsettling intensity—a look that would have earned him a sharp reprimand from his Ibu, had she been there to see it. And Marianne, stubborn as ever, did not look away.
“I don’t want your hospitality,” she said firmly. “I want you to take me home.”
“Really?” Sandokan took a step toward her, looming down until his beard pressed against the side of her face and his breath ghosted against her ear. “Because I thought you wanted to run away?” He pulled back when Marianne began to shiver.
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