[ WP ] Your greatest fantasy has finally come true ... unfortunately .

*BOOM* 
 
 Bea woke up with a start to the sight of complete darkness. The walls around her shook dangerously. The musty, distinctive smell of mildew permeated the air, making her nose itch. Bea lifted a hand to catch the oncoming sneeze, except -- 
 
 A harsh clang of metal on metal sounded, and Bea discovered to her dismay that her hands could barely move three inches in any direction. She frantically searched the wall behind her, only to make contact with cold, damp wood. Where was she? Another boom echoed, and the room rocked once more. Bea winced as she was jerked about. At least she was n't standing up, Bea thought. A draft of air entered the room, and she shivered miserably. 
 
 There were shouts coming from the ceiling above. Bea strained to listen, but the noises were too muffled. Footsteps drew nearer, and suddenly a door was flung open, its outline bathed in flickering lantern light. A large, slightly wild eyed man stood at the doorway, wearing what appeard to be a dirty tunic and ragged leggings. 
 
 `` Ahh, yer awake, lass.'' 
 
 Bea was hit with the overwhelming stench of salt water and wet leather as the man entered the room. `` Wh-who are you? Where am I?'' she choked out. 
 
 The man smiled widely, revealing a slightly incomplete set of yellowed teeth. `` Capt'n Duncan Griddle at yer service, lass!'' He bowed dramatically, lantern almost setting a nearby barrel on fire as he gesticulated. `` Welcome to th' Devil's Doom, most fearsome vessel on the North Sea, I tell ye!'' 
 
 Bea paled. `` You're... a pirate?'' she half-whispered. 
 
 `` Aye.'' Capt'n Duncan Griddle knelt down and passed the lantern in front of Bea, leering as he looked her up and down. `` And are n't ye a pretty one.'' He reached out with grimy fingers to examine a lock of Bea's hair. 
 
 Bea paled and shrank back as best she could. `` L-let me go!'' 
 
 The captain laughed, the sound ripping through the air like a creaky rocking chair. ``'Fraid not, lass,'' he rasped, setting his lantern on the ground. `` Yer mine now.'' 
 
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 ( The fantasy: Bea has read one shitty swashbuckling Harlequin novel too many, in case it was n't clear: ) )
