You lived in the small village of Brunsham that was located on the shore of England. It was a nice little place, quiet and calming. You knew everyone in the village and you lived with your mother and two little sisters that were both four years old. Your mom was named Josephine and your sisters were Violet and Sunny. Your father had died in a war years earlier. That really took a toll on your family but now the past was behind you.
You rested in your bed, the whole village quiet and calm as always. It seemed like any other night, but you woke up to something, something that was not to your fancy. Bells were being rung and the sound of men and women yelling awoke you.
You hopped out of your bed, throwing your covers off. Your two little sisters were screaming from the other room and you ran to comfort them. "It's okay girls, come on." You helped get Sunny and Violet out of their beds and took their hands into the kitchen. You shifted over a rug that your mother had knit herself and was to use in the case of emergency. Under it was a door, your cellar door to be exact. Your mother ran into the room and hugged you.
"Oh, _______________! Come on, let's get down!" she said, tugging on your arm.
"No, mother, I'm fighting."
"Now, now, come on, you need to be safe with me and your sisters."
"Mother, take Sunny and Violet down. Father said before he left to the war that if he died I am the man of the household." This was true even if you were a girl. Since you were the eldest child at the time your father was alive, he taught you everything a man would've taught his son.
Your mother had a distraught look across his face. "Trust me." You pleaded to her. "Alright, _______________... Come on Sunny, Violet." You watched as your mother took your sisters hands and led them down into the cellar. "Sleep here, you can come out when you wake up in the morning and it should be safe." You looked at your two little sisters and smiled softly. "Protect, mother, okay?" You watched as the two nodded and you closed the door to the cellar, throwing the rug back over.
You ran to your mother's room, taking off the sword that hung on the wall. You hoped all those lessons your dad gave you about sword fighting would finally come in handy. You made another mad dash from your home and out to the main streets. Ruthless, dirty pirates poured out from boats that docked a shore. "Oh this is going to be fun." You smiled with your cocky attitude, ready to defend your village with the other men.
A pirate charged for you, swinging his sword in a clockwise motion before lunging towards you. You blocked his blade in a flash and moved your blade clockwise, sending his flying off and disarming him. He looked at you, his eyes wide with terror and he fled back to the boat. "Hah! Take that you swine!" you yelled at the fleeing man.
You kept this up at a constant pace, either disarming or actually killing these ruthful pirates that attempted to ransack your home that you lived at for <age> long years
until you fought against someone that had more experience in wielding a sword then you. You turned around and clashed swords with a tall man. His hair was tussled blonde and his eyes a piercing green. An eye patch was placed over his eye and his eyebrows were quite bushy. A devilish smirk was on his face as he adjusted his hat. "I'm fighting a lady? This is who all my men have been complaining about from the ship?" This enraged you, you were more man that most of the other males in the village. "Leave my village at once you pig!"
You gave a lung at the strange pirate but he easily disarmed you. Dammit! Your eyes followed your sword as it fell onto the ground and when you looked back, your enemy's sword was pointed at your throat. "Shall I kill you and the rest of the villagers?" You felt sweat on your brow. "Leave my friends alone!" you yelled, now you were thinking rash and only cared about everyone's safety. You noticed as you fought earlier, many men were either dead or fatally wounded. You had an idea, even though it was going to cost you. "Take me as your prisoner, starve me, I don't care!.. Just leave. Them. Alone." You watched his expression anxiously, trying to read his face. After staring into his green eyes for what seemed centuries, he finally spoke.
"Alright, I will take you up on your offer, darling."
He kept his sword to your throat and yelled to the other pirates. "Retreat, men!" All the other pirates stopped at the captain's command, yelling retreat and fleeing back to the ships. You just hoped your family would be alright without you. It was probably going to be horrible to be tortured and teased by smelly, dirty pirates but you hoped your mother and sisters would get on alright without your presence.
You sat in the brig that smelled horrible. The mixed smells of rotten food, rats and rat pellets that were in various places stung your throat. You shied away from cockroaches that gotten a little too close to you, but you couldn't run from them. Your arms were being hung from two cuffs that were attached to the wall above your head, your arms were getting tired. You sat there, hunger gnawing at your stomach. You had been keeping this up for two days straight and even though they offered food, you weren't taking your chances of it being poisoned. You would rather die from starvation and dehydration rather than being tricked into death.
You held your head low, your bangs blocking your eyes as you just stared at the ground. You didn't even lift your head when you heard the same enemy's voice that you had not seen until the day you made that deal with him. "Ah, so here is our lovely lady. How are you? Doing alright?" You didn't reply. "Oh come on, at least tell me your name. I am Captain Kirkland and you will address me as such or call me Captain." Still no reply came from your lips. "And your name?" You thought for a moment, and you decided to answer indirectly. "I want to go home." You said, anger in your voice and rage in your <eye color> eyes as you looked up at him.
"This is your home now, darling."
"This is not home. Home is where your parents put you to bed at night. Home is where you play with your siblings. Home is where you have friends." You said the next thing bluntly and as much truth in your voice as you could summon. "This is not home."
Sanctuary, a word that means 'a small, safe place in a troubling world.' Like an oasis in a vast desert, or an island in a stormy sea. That was your sanctuary in times of need. Your home is your best sanctuary.
The captain frowned at your blabbering mouth. "Tell me your name, now." Your intent gaze stared at him as you replied to the captain's question regretfully, you were just feeding from his hands and you didn't want to think you were going to listen to everything he commanded of you.
"My name is _________________, but I do not want you and your slimy men to refer me as such. You will refer to me as prisoner, and prisoner only."
Oh I loved writing this so much. Between the times after my first Reader x Canon (which is called Neighbors and can be found in the description) and before my Reader x Canon contest ended, I conjured up the first chapter of this on my Tennessee vacation trip. It was the same day I wrote this was when I finished the last two chapters of 'Neighbors.' If you have read or seen the movie of 'A Series of Unfortunate Events' you will get about two references that are tucked away in this story. They are there because I was indeed watching the movie in the background as I wrote this. After reading about two Pirate!England x Reader stories I had decided to write this out of pure boredom since my family doesn't really know what to do right now during the vacation and I don't have Internet (unless I stand next to the window, I get it on my phone). I should also mention there is still time join my Reader x Canon contest which can also be linked in the description below.
So I tip my can of Fanta off to you and leave you anxiously waiting more my fellow readers.