The stench of salt had made Jacklyn felt sick to her stomach, and the constant rocking of the ship did not help. The supper that one of the crew members had brought to her quarters stayed on her desk untouched, and it was slowly getting cold as she buried herself in her silk sheets trying to wish herself back to her home in England, or at least in her new home in France. She couldn’t believe her father had sent her onto this long journey across seas just to study the culture of a foreign country. Well, she could barely call that man her father, he did not sire her, nor did her mother birth her, but they did bring her in as a newborn baby. For that she was grateful towards the couple, but she did not recognize them as her parents. She did all that was expected of her, even this ridiculous trip, to try and earn the two’s love and affection, but all her efforts were met with being pushed even farther away, as far as France apparently. Jacklyn was just about rocked to sleep in her nice, big, warm bed when there was a sudden ruckus on the deck above. Probably just another fight to see whose sword was the biggest, she thought to herself as she rolled over and tried to find slumber again. It was when the ruckus turned into a roar of fighting, that Jacklyn stood up out of bed, dressed only in her night gown, and crept towards the large oak door. She could hear people out in the hall. She could hear the loud metal shriek of sword against sword. “What the-” she opened the door, but snapped her mouth shut when an unfamiliar, grimy looking man stood a few feet from her. She immediately pulled the door closed and locked the locks. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears as she pushed her heavy ass desk against the door, then scurried under the bed to hide. The ship was under attack by pirates.
