Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Captain Ishida ❯ I. Stranded ( Chapter 1 )

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. Captain . Ishida .

DivineAngel143

. I . Stranded

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Hey everybody! As you can see I'm re-writing Captain Ishida all over. In truth, I wasn't satisfied with my old version. It lacked description, and well development in characterization. I hope you don't mind the changes that will be occurring. I can assure you that you'll enjoy, or at least I hope, the new adaptation for this story will catch you on interest.

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November 09, 1885, Middle of the Atlantic Ocean

Pirates

She remembered when she was still small learning the ways of life, her father would go on and on about how despicable they all were every single one of them. She remembered her mother vividly nodding at every remark her father said. He would say it, the word Pirates, then spit, as if it was some deadly sin to embark in such thing. She didn't know why, but she found herself hating them as well. But who could blame her? She was only a kid when her father, and possibly the whole town spoke of them in such a loutish way.

She's never met a real pirate of course, not until now that is…

She sat down in one of the empty cells she was enforced to be placed in. She remembered the face of her capturer, some guy with wild brown hair. But she couldn't make out the face of the Captain.

Her once perfectly French Braided hair was now cluttered and her gown was in complete ruins. She smelled strongly of the salty sea water, and a bath was what she desired in the time being. She glanced down at her hands that were all tied up with bundles of rope, as well as her ankles.

Footsteps were suddenly heard and she suddenly came face to face with her capturer-to her, it was more like an intruder.

"She's gone," The man repeated. His voice was low and steady, yet horrifying at the same time. "How can she be gone," he bellowed, slamming his fist onto the wooden table, causing the young soldier to jump slightly, including subservient some maids.

The soldier gulped, "Sir, the whole town is starting a search party as we speak, including the General." He was still young, fresh out of boy-hood, supposedly 18 or so.

The man nodded his head, "Well of course you're going to start a search party. You find my daughter you hear me? There can be, for crying out loud, there can be Pirates out there." he gestured out the window, causing the petite woman next to him stifle out a cry of her only missing daughter. "Now Kat, I told you to wait outside." he motioned to his wife.

"No," she muffled out, she held a handkerchief to her noise and cried. She was in a complete mess and she knew, but she didn't care at the moment. A few maids came to her side in a sign of comfort, but she shooed them all away with a forced wave. "I want my daughter back, I want her now, Rick!"

Rick turned back to the young soldier and glared at him. "Bring me Michael,"

The soldier nodded reluctantly and left the room swiftly, not bothering to look back fearing the wrath of the lord's frustration. Momentarily, the soldier came back along with a tall young blonde man in a well suited uniform, with a nicely shaped sword, hanging from the side of his trousers. He had light-blonde hair, and blue-eyes. He was well-built and handsome in his own masculine ways, and nearly every fair maiden that knew of him swooned at his feet before him.

"You called for me sir," he asked, knowing fully well on what the meeting was regarding.

"Michael, I want you to find her, do you understand me?" Rick ordered. His dark hair was in need of a cut, and his face was in need of a shave. No doubt, he was up half the night worrying.

"Yes sir," he replied bowing his head a little.

"And no harm done upon her, I want my daughter back alive and well." Rick implied, laying a hand on his wife, gesturing her to calm herself.

"What if we come across Pirates?" The soldier asked, nearly desperate. They haven't had a crisis like this since they could remember.

Michael glanced at him then back at their Governor.

Rick furrowed his brows. "I don't care, kill them if you please, I just want my daughter back." then added, "She is after all your fiancée Michael,"

Michael stared at Rick for a moment before giving out a slight nod. He left the room as the soldier followed closely behind, muttering a few curses of the damnation of the well-being of Pirates' history.

The young woman narrowed her eyes at her sudden visitor and kept them down.

He overlooked her attitude and knelt down beside her. He took out a sharp small pocket knife from his back pocket, and cut off the ropes from her body. Without another word to spare, he pulled her up to her feet and brought her out of the cell. Her wrist and ankles still pained, but she showed no signs of weakness.

After a few minutes of walking they stopped in front of an old wooden door, which obviously led to the Captain's chambers. The man gave a slight knock, and she heard a minor response from the other side of the door. He soon dragged her in, and she felt like she was being captive, which she to be precise was. Once inside, she took in the room. It smelled faintly of hard wood and peppermint, followed by the scent of the sea water. A blonde man sat still in his chair, his eyes were cast down in what appeared to be a map, and his body faced their direction. He gave no interest to her existence or whatsoever but he knew their gazes was cast down upon him.

"Thanks Tai, I'll take it from her, you can go now." he ordered his voice was smooth, deep, and masculine all the same.

The guy, he called Tai gave a slight nod, and it was no secret he was trying to hide a smile from the girl beside him. He walked out of the room, whistling all the while and closed the door securely behind him.

After what seemed for more than a few minutes he looked up abruptly and glanced toward the brunette's direction. He stood up slowly and walked towards her. She had a frown in her face and her hands hugged her middle sides. He stopped a few feet away from where she stood. She glanced up at him, the frown still there and glared. No doubt she was angry, but he took no intention on it. The first thing she noticed when she looked up was his eyes, so blue and hard, deep like the ocean-sea.

"What's a frail lady like you doing in this area of the ocean, mainly in my ship?" he finally asked still holding their gaze.

Oh boy, did she just want to slap him right then and there. What was she doing in his ship he asks? He was indeed handsome, but she paid no heed of attention.

"How dare you! How dare you call me frail? It's not like I wanted to be on your ship in the first place, that man brought me aboard." she exploded, her face turning the slightest tinge of red.

The Captain gave her a slight smirk in return and said, "Well then, what shall I make you do?"

"W-what," she stuttered out, and slapped herself mentally for doing so.

"Well, I can't just make you stay onboard now can I? I might as well throw you overboard if you refuse." he replied the smirk still there. He folded his arms, and waited for an answer.

"You wouldn't," she said in disbelief.

"Oh I would, it's not like I haven't done it before." he responded casually as if he's been rehearsing the conversation for years.

She narrowed her eyes as her frown deepened.

He took in her silence, and he chuckled quietly. "What's your name girl?" he asked.

She fidgeted for a moment, straightened her spine and squared her shoulders, chin up high in a direct angle. "Mimi," she answered.

"Alright, Mimi, by sunrise, you will do some labor, as the rest of my crew on this ship does. Or I have no choice but to throw you out, and as you already now I'm the Captain, Captain Ishida. Learn it, know it, and stick by it. I carry no strays on board." he elucidated, his smirk now completely gone. "Now, go down the hall and to your first right, and then take another right, and you'll see a spare room. Goodnight."

Mimi hesitated a bit trying to come up with a remark, but after a few moments of failing miserably she trailed out the door.

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