James didn't care. It was work, it paid, it kept him busy, it kept him off the land, where he didn't want to be, and on the sea, where he felt most at home. He hesitated where he stood for a while before going to work.
When they were far enough away from the island was when the captain finally came out from his quarters. No one went against the captain ever. That would be mutiny and the ship was not above making members walk the plank. The captain was a little over weight and walked with in the way that said he thought he was better then most. While the captain was fair he had he mean moments and this was one. When he entered the cellar the door was locked from the inside and two of his goons stood in front to guard.
James tensed. Him and the captain...they didn't always see eye to eye. But James was reliable, and a hard worker, and so kept around. He also was one of the few there with a good education, and the ability to speak, at least in basic, seven languages, including English. He had his worth, and so his little moments of hesitation, or questioning orders, were often overlooked. Not to say he sometimes went without meals or got cut in his pay.
Garry, the male who slept on the hamock above James, shook his head as he was swabbing the deck close by James. "Captain is definitely-" Garry was cut off when there was a strangled cry from the room. It was stopped almost as soon as it had started. Garry sighed. "Yeah..." he then went back to finish up his job. It would be time for bed soon as the sun was setting.
James tensed further, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists. "Bas.tard." He muttered, anger boiling within him. He wasn't even sure why he was getting so worked up about the girl.
By the time the captain was done in the cellar the crew was finishing up their duties and heading down to sleep. The captain buttoned up his pants while he was heading back to his room on the boat, not even looking in the direction of the crew. The door to the cellar was shut, Serephina curled up in a corner inside shaking and crying to herself.
James dutifully headed off to bed. Everyone went to sleep, except for the few with the night shift. He laid awake in his hammock for what felt like several hours, but was only just over one hour. He sighed, finally getting up. He kept as quiet as possible as he sneaked out. He found his luck when the one guard at the cellar was asleep. He sneaked in and went down to Serephina, biting his lip. He didn't even know what he was doing. It was foolish. He was going to get himself killed.
Serephina was still curled up in the corner of the cellar. The shirt that James had given her was ripped in places and there were some hand bruises very visible on her pale arms. The Siren was asleep, body trembling from both cold and pain. The captain hadn't been nice at all and since Serephina had never actually given herself to anyone it made for a lot of blood. There were spots on the floor that lead over to her feet and on her legs trailing up to between them.
James sighed, silently walking over and cleaning her up, careful to keep his touch so gentle, she wouldn't wake.
Soft whimpers came from Serephina when she was touched. her hair was covering her upper body and the hands that clutched the shirt moved it down further. "No.." she whimpered in her sleep. She looked strangely innocent and afraid for someone who had had once been sed.uctive and out to eat James.
James shook his head and finished cleaning her legs, refusing to touch too high up and violate her further. On an impulse, he kissed her head, and pulled his other shirt, which he'd put on before bed, over her to cover her legs a bit more. "Sleep." He mumbled. "I'll...I'll try to take care of you."
At James's words Serephina opened her eyes to see him. "Don't." she whimpered, thinking he was there to do to her as the other man had. Her perfect looking body was still trembling and even more so now that she'd set eyes on another man. She could easily eat him and she could have easily eaten the other but the blackmail to break her harp is what stopped her.
"Hey, easy." James murmured. "I'm not here to hurt you, or use you. I just want to help." He hesitantly brushed her hair back from her face. "Rediculous, I know. I bet the only thing keeping you from killing me is the harp, isn't it?"
The way James spoke of her intentions made her feel something weird inside... She didn't know what it was because she'd never felt it before but it was guilt. "I want my harp back." she whispered, thighs clamped closed and up against the rest of her body. She noticed the new shirt but said nothing. "I want to go back to my island."
James sighed. "I'm sorry but if I tried to help you with that I'd definitely be walking the plank. And on top of that, why would I send you back knowing you're only going to try to eat more men?"
Serephina really didn't understand what this feeling was but when she looked at James it was almost overwhelming. Guilt. "I won't eat you..." she said slowly though didn't say anything about other men. "I just want to go home. Well... To the island. I can never go home again." she whispered, staring down at her hands in the dim light of the cellar lamp. The thought made her tear up.
"Doesn't it ever get boring on that islan? It didn't seem very big. And that pool...it was tiny." James mumbled, looking down.
"This room is tiny." Serephina snapped through her tears. "At least there I had fresh air and the beautiful things around me... And food." Serephina was still so hungry. Especially since she hadn't been able to eat James. "And it's my home now." she mumbled, keeping her head down and face away from James.
James sighed deeply. "Do you eat anything besides men? Because if not, I can't help you. But...I could sneak food down here once in a while." He spoke softly, but with a hint of something else. Pain?
The Siren was becoming irritated with James but she tried not to show it for her hunger was outweighing the want of an escape. "I eat fruit. Things that I could find on the island..." Serephina mumbled, turning away to try and hide her body in the dark corner even though it was a little painful to move after she'd been at the merciless, rough hands of the captain.