Apathy Chapter 1

Next village: pillaged.

Treasures: stolen.

Women: kidnapped.

Men: killed.

Children: killed or taken as slaves.

Food: devoured or taken.

Drinks and alcohol: restocked.

Personal whore: …

Arthur frowned, lone acid green eye glaring at the parchment on his desk before him, tapping the end of the quill beside the word, splotching black ink upon the paper. "Ungratifying," he concluded with an indignant huff.

That was how many villages now?

He'd looted all of their valuables, their food, drinks, rum, ale—everything!

Even had fun satisfying his not so inner pyromaniac and burnt the village to the ground.

But there was just one problem. He still had no concubine. It was preposterous! Unheard of! Every pirate had a bitch on board! All of them! But he just wasn't into raping to satisfy his libido… Well, less to say he wasn't into it, but more that the women just weren't… to his tastes.

Too old.

Too ugly.

Too dirty.

Crying too hard to the point where mucus, tears and every other bodily fluid made him angry to the point where he just lopped off their heads to shut them the fuck up.

None.

There were just no women good enough for his tastes.

A knock at the door brought him back from angrily chewing on the stem his pipe, acid green boring holes at the timber. "What the bloody hell do you want?" he barked out. Despite it being a successful pillage, he was still not happy. "We've found you someone, cap'n!"

With a heavy sigh and a groan and a growl, the pirate picked himself up, heavy boots landing on the floor with a thump. "Where and who?" he growled as he walked forward, yanking the door to his office open, eye narrowed dangerously at his crewmen.

"From the village. Don't know who though."

A loud gunshot echoed in the open ocean air and Arthur lowered his gun.

Point blank shot to the head.

Needless to say he was not in the mood for idiocy. "Let me bloody elaborate my question, for all the incompetent fools on my ship…" Placing his hands on the rail, gun still held in hand, eye narrowed at the men before him. "Where are they, and are they important?"

A few men merely pointed at his bed chambers, and others began shouting up words at him.

Incomprehensible words at that.

Bloody hell.

After retreating to his office to down some rum, Arthur moved over to his personal sleeping quarters, pushing open the door, light bright behind him in the semi darkness of what seemed to be sensually lit lamps. He could hear a scuffle and some nastily hissed words and the shifting of cloth along with the occasional chuckle from his men.

"Who the fuck gave you permission to enter my sleeping quarters?" he growled darkly, acid green eye glinting even in the darkness against bright light, taking a dangerous step in.

"All of you… Get out."

It took all of a second for the men to drop what they were doing and scramble out, tripping over each other and the staircase. Once they were out, the British captain calmly shut the door, locking it as he kept his eyes on the bed.

"Who are you?" he asked, approaching it, seeing only the silhouette from the silks and velvet hanging like curtains about it.

The person was slim, elegant, dainty…

A Chinese girl?

Slim legs, perfectly white and lightly curved but… hold up, muscles?

Yes, light muscles in the legs…

Stopping just before the bed, the pirate brushed back the curtains, scowling face glancing down upon the slim Asian on his bed, finding that… he actually enjoyed the sight…

So pretty…

"Do you speak English?" he asked slowly, voice still husky and angry

The young Chinaman looked up with widened dark eyes to the (shorter than he had expected) Pirate stood over him.

The man seemed to emit a certain amount of power, and Yao was frozen in his spot, unable to do much other than stare at the man that seemed to be undressing him with his eyes. If it weren't for the fact that had been so distracted, he would have allowed himself to believe that he could make a run for the door, but it was no longer any good. Yao could already feel the steady rock of the boat, they had clearly just left the shore, and all hope of escape had been shot down.

At least for the moment.

The next time they docked, Yao told himself, he would try once again to get off the ship, and away from the crazed Englishmen that had captured him and thrown him into the captains' quarters.

"Yes..." He had muttered in response to the Captains question, his voice was soft, silky, but clearly not that of a woman's. Although his body was rather slender, and somewhat girly in how smooth it seemed to be all over, he was very much a man, and the slight definition of muscles was enough to show that he was skilled in some form of physical exercise. In his case it was hand to hand combat. No matter how skilled he was in this, he knew he was no match for a Captain with a sword. "Little..."

Yao knew more of the language than he was going to let on, he didn't want to show all of his cards at once, so to speak. Licking his lips, to make them less dry, Yao couldn't help but swallow in nervousness, he wasn't stupid, he knew why he had been bought here, and dressed in some woman's silk clothes that had no doubt been stolen.

The hunger in the Captains eyes was enough to tell him, that and the fact that he understood most of what had been yelled at him. Yao's hair was partly tied back. It was when the gunshot had rang through to where he was that Yao really started to struggle, and his hair had came loose, some black bangs falling into his eyes.

That was such an unexpectedly deep voice for someone so feminine. It was still soft and higher, and had a distinctive Pin-Ting English sound to it—as though the other was trying to cut his words like vegetables into chopped syllables. It was both cute and hysterical, and Arthur couldn't help the glimmer of amusement in his eyes.

"Little English?" he questioned with a tilt of the head, reaching up to adjust his hat and gave a heavy sigh, shrugging as he looked about the room,

"It can't be helped then. You shall have to learn." Emerald eyes returned to the Chinaman, sliding over his body. "Unlike most men, I refuse to have ignorant and unintelligent concubines."

Moving to the bed, Arthur pressed one knee to it, reaching out and taking the other's chin in his calloused hands lightly, turning it this way and that, clicking his tongue with a frown before standing up. "Fucking morons," he grumbled as he moved over to the doorway, pulling out his gun. "Oi! Get here! Now!" he bellowed out, voice thick with fury.

When the door had been opened, Yao had seen a clear escape, but it was the mans pure presence around him that stopped the Chinaman from running. He wasn't entirely sure what it was, but the way the Captain carried himself, pure confidence, knowledge, and uncaring of what people could do to him. Taking this into account Yao had curled up onto the bed he had been thrown against, his eyes trained onto the Captain of the ship.

Oh no, this captain was not a very patient or happy one.

The men that had been dressing Yao returned, looking ever more nervous.

"What is that on my bed, might I ask?" he drawled as he pointed his gun back at the Chinaman. The men gulped. "Your prize—the prettiest person in the village," one pirate responded. Emerald eyes narrowed. "And on his neck… Red marks, yes?"

"Y-Yes cap'n… He struggled a fair bit."

Arthur gave a hum, holding his gun before him and fiddling with the bits and pieces. "I see. Now, what have I said about damaged goods?" he asked calmly.

"Y-You d-dislike them, c-cap'n."

"Oh, so you do recall?" Emerald eyes looked back up, deadly and furious, the gun lifting and firing at the men in the doorway, getting each one right between the eyes. "I don't have you on deck to be incompetent! We're not the most powerful and feared on the seven seas by bungling the simplest of fucking tasks like buffoons!" he bellowed out.

There was silence from the rest of the crew on deck.

"Now get back to your duties!"

"A-Aye aye cap'n!!"