6 6. Who is the Captain?

Egil moved toward her in the same moment taking advantage of the momentum to pull himself toward her on the bed, he now rested above her almost kneeling on the narrow mattress using his arm to brace himself as he gazed down at her with broody eyes.

The girl below him was a wild mess of anger and grief. Her lay sprawled across the thin linen clinging her cheeks. Her eyes ablaze with defiance and moist with restrained tears. Of its own will hand free hand seemed to move capturing her chin between his fingers forcing her to meet his eyes. His pulse was echoing thunderously in his ears as he seemed to draw nearer to her. Was there a man a live that could resist such temptation? Before either of had a chance to react to this new development he found his lips pressing down on hers forcefully as other one which one held braced was released to pull her close.

Unfortunately for him this moment wasn't destined to last long, taking advantage of the moment Katelyn did the only thing she could do. She bit him, hard as she could on his bottom lip. The taste of blood in his mouth came as a surprise to him, the slightly salty tin flavor was enough to break the spell but not before he would teach this girl a lesson. Swallowing the blood in his mouth he leaned into her kissing her harder and deeper, forcing her lips to open before exploring her mouth with tongue and they were both out of breath. Pulling away from her abruptly he straightened his tunic and cleared his throat, his voice hoarse with his unrequited passions he gazed down at her heatedly.

"You have 5 minutes. Change and be in the mess hall within that time."

The tone in his voice clearly implied this was a warning, there were far worse things he could do to her if she chose not to obey. Even if he had to come back here and drag her by the hair, clothing was optional. Having said his piece he walked out of her room a look of laughter in his eyes as he walked away, who would have thought this kitten had claws? He had no doubt she was angry. But angry was good. Anger meant that she wouldn't be seeking an easy escape, and it was much better than the complacent meek little thing she had been the evening past. This promised to be quite interesting.

After Egil left Katelyn sat shaking, her slender frame vibrating from the rage that was boiling within her body. Her face flushed from the kiss as she attempted to fill her lungs with air once more. He was a brute, an idiot. How, just how could he so casually do something like that! Her fingers curled into the sheets twisting them to the point of shredding in her palm as she counted.

"1..2...3..breathe Katelyn, just breathe" she murmered to herself, shutting her eyes as she tried to block out the steady raging of her heartbeat which was no flooding her ears. He had taken the fork when he left and left behind only small satin dress, this time in blue. No petticoats or under clothing. Just this thin slip of a dress. Her hands trembled as she held it up. At least it wasn't sheer this time. However after putting it on she frowned. They didnt need to see through the material the way it fell of skin, it almost hugged her leaving very little for the imagination. She felt her anger gradually return. 5 minutes he had warned her, she bit her lip as she debated.

Do I go? And just let that man just..just push me around..as if I'm just some toy? Her hands clenched again, as she tugged at the dress she pulled her blanket tightly around her and pressed her body to the wall of bunk. Her mind made up. Lets see just see, she thought to herself, lets see who is the more stubborn. She couldn't help but smirk as she stared at her door defiantly.

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Meanwhile in the Mess Hall.

Egil sat, his eyes staring at the door as he waited. His calloused fingers drumming on the table. With each passing second the men around him becoming more and more anxious. His eyes narrowed to slits and he bellowed.

"Demetri!!" His voice rang loudly through the empty hall as his fist came down on the table his patience having gone at last.

"Ye..Yes Cap..Captain?" flinched the man as he cowered before the Captain, looking down at the floor. He wasn't able to get much more out as he felt himself lifted from his feet his body slamming roughly against the wall almost knocking the wind from his lungs. He shrank back in the Captains hands, using his arms to shield himself.

"Where. Is. She?!" Egil ground out between his teeth.

"Sh..Shes in her cell ..S..Sir" came the reply, Demetri's voice was almost a whisper at this point, he tried to shrink back even further from the man in front of him. It wasn't often Egil was this angry. Most of the crew knew better to incite his temper. The last time one of them has roused the sleeping demon with their captain he had been held over the side of the boat, fish bate tied to his body while the sharks swam below.

Demetri was flung against the opposite wall while the Captain stomped out of the room. A timid Eddy followed in his wake, trying to dissuade him pulling on his arms as he did.

"Captain..C..Captain..perhaps ye may want t;' calm down a bit? The lass..she..she's already scared enough.." He reasoned with the demon. He had seen first hand how timid this girl had been. She wouldn't even eat until he had left this morning.

Egil immediately swung around, his dark eyes clouded with his temper. "Eddy..who. Exactly. Is. The. Captain?" Each word had been pointedly enounciated. "Who makes the orders? My word is law. She had 5 minutes!!" With each word he spoke Egil became angrier and angrier. He had intented to let the boys go easy on her this time. Those intentions were all but forgotten. If Eddy had thought the girl scared this morning, she would be terrified by the time he was done. No one disobeyed him on this ship. Not his crew. No one. Most especially not some slip of a girl who didn't know the meaning of fear. That is until now.

Moments later the cells door was thrust open. A large muscular man stood blocking the doorway, he looked back over his shoulder to the older man behind. "You tell the boys, no one is to disturb us. Not a one." He ordered before turning his attention to the mound of blankets on the bed.