“Can you, please, stay off me?” Allison turned her face to the size, making sure he lost his grip over her chin. The tips he gave her were all a big blur to her, and when he finished his sentence he forcefully grabbed the bag from her hand. It soon became clear he was not a big people person that spends a lot of time with girls. Hell, he might have never even met a royal. 

When he made his way towards the door, Allison took her time to take in the view of her room one last time. It was true she had always felt alone and misunderstood by many of her family members. But never had she felt this abandoned by her own father. How could he have such poor security? How is it that the alarm was not working and her escape route was blocked? It all seemed too weird, a little.. Planned ahead even. The idea scared her, and tried to forget about it whilst following the man carrying her only bag of stuff. 

When they both arrived in the hallway, it was clear that some of his men had already took the efford of moving several pieces of furniture towards the stairs. From some pure linen bed cloths to crystal drinking cups and porcelain plates with matching cups. But also several of chairs, tables, mirrors and lamps were taken away piece by piece. Allison clenched her jaw as she tried not to say anything, and remembered the man’s advice. Without saying a word, keeping her head held semi-high, she walked by the men. Some of them looked up for a moment, but continued working then. Some of them walked over to say a short ‘Hello M’lady’ or ‘THAT’s coming on our ship? Goodie goodie!’ making Allison feel slightly scared. Were all the pirate stories about having a female on the ship true? Were they all socially awkward and rough when it came to asking a girl on a date? Or even.. Have no manners at all? 

On their way back up towards the 1st floor, where the exit was, there were no guards to be seen. It almost seemed like they had al just left, because if the pirates had been fighting, there would be bodies. Looking behind, Allison’s eyes found her capturer's. “Where are you taking me? Better yet, what are you planning on doing with me?” The last sentence came out slightly high-pitched as if she was trying to suppress her fear. But failed at it miserably.