Alone

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Spencer

I looked at her, how her dark hair fell over her shoulders, how her grey eyes stared into my green ones. There was a fire burning in her eyes, one that said she could be dangerous if needed.
"And why would I tell you anything about me?" A hiss curled into her voice. This woman wanted nothing to do with me. And I wanted the opposite.
"Well you are a guest on my ship. And you will be here a while. I like to know about those on my ship." I rested my elbows on my desk, my chin on my hands.
"I am not your guest." She shoved her hands into her pockets. "And theres basically nothing to tell anyway." Her eyes flicked around the room.
"Come now, there can't be nothing that I could know." The corner of my mouth curled up into a grin.
"You really want to know about me?" There was a breath of annoyance in her voice.
I nodded and motioned to the seat across from my own.
She sighed and sat down, leaning back in the chair. "Well, I was born in Drewblack, right by the water. I was the fourth of my siblings and I. James the oldest, then Sun, then Sam then me. Jacob's the youngest." She leaned her head back. "There had been a sixth but we don't know what happened to her." I watched as she fiddled. Her nails, the button of her shirt, the ring that hung on a chain around her neck. "I grew up there. When I was twenty-one, James vanished." A shadow settled over her face as anger flickered in her eyes. "We had all thought he was dead. For two years our oldest brother, gone, vanished." Her eyes flicked to mine, a flame of fury dancing across them. "Those two years went so, torturously slow as we waited. Waited to see if James walked through our front door." The grip she had on the arms of her chair tightened. "I did the same thing every day in those two years. Wake up before dawn, search for my brother as far as I could go, and return home after dusk. There were times I'd be gone days at a time. Those days were the ones where my heart would swell with hope. The hope that maybe, I'd find my brother. And I didn't. Not until that day I was dragged down the docks, bound and gagged. That day I was tossed on the deck of your ship like I was nothing more than a sack of potatoes." I tried to ignore the hiss that had laced itself into her voice. "Then I was thrown in your brig and I heard that oh so familiar voice. The voice I'd been hoping to hear for two years." I tried to hide the fact I heard the anger, the pain that laced into her voice. "And then I made a deal with you. A deal to get my brother home." I met her eyes as I said nothing. And I stayed silent for the next few minutes, not daring to say a word.