With Callum's leave, Theo sat on his bed. Puzzled by what had happened with the prince. He wanted to chase after the man for some reason. He rose to his feet, although they had seemed to liquefy under him and he fell to his knees beside the bed. "Why?" Theo mumbled. Why had he reacted that way. Balu and other crew mates had all had a nude day on deck, and no embarrassment there. Why couldn't he have kept his composure? Why did he wants to go after the prince. That man was a busy one, he could have had a thousand things to do, yet he came at the crack of dawn, to see this man. Theodore slowly lifted himself back into standing. "Good..bye.." He said to the door, thinking the prince was long gone . He tossed the writing book back on the table, and crawled back into bed. Many things rushed through Theo's head. 

They all had one thing in common. The prince. The small woman like figure he had saw on the day they met. It's slender arms, and small face. Short strands of onyx hair that, even cut short, made his feminine features show. Everything about the prince was unlike any other man that he had met. Most of his crew were scarred beasts of men that weren't soft at all. In fact they reminded him of the thorns of a rose. Each sharp, and not afriad of tearing you open. Than on top sat Callum, the beauty that lures you- wait what was he thinking. Callum was a man. A man. "A man." He said to himself, repeating the words several times. His mind always replied 'who care's'. This man was beautiful. He had saved Theodore's life, and given him a new one. It wasn't the one that he wanted to live. I didn't matter, as long as Callum stayed in it. This endless battle of right and wrong played itself out in the pirate's head for hours. He hadn't even rose to eat his meals, to which the keep had took back and a hard sigh. The man mumbled something about starving, and foolish. Theodore wasn't listening, he didn't care.

Night came, and by then he had completely convinced himself that everything was going to be ok. The prince is a prince,and he a pirate. All this was, was a friendship. A friendship built on stories and lessons. Once there are no more stories, no more lessons. The prince will grow tired of him and put him down like a stray dog. He couldn't allow himself to get lost. He wouldn't be played. Theo took in a deep breath as the Keeper had come to take away his untouched dinner away. "I'll eat this one" He called as he rolled from his bed, snatching the food, only to place it on the table and lay back down. If he got hungry sometime tonight, at least he would have something. Theodore returned to his bed and curled up in his blanket. Thoughts started coming back to him. He had told the prince-Callum- he had told Callum to take off his pants. The pirate king, Theodore Dead-eye Daniels, had told a young man, and the prince of Junia to take off his pants. Oh god. Things could get really bad. The man began interrogating himself on the subject. His thoughts were broke by a knock and he snapped back into reality. "huh.." Slipped from his lips, pondering who knocks on a cell door at this time of night, or at all. Theodore's new question was answered by a small noise that came from the other side of the door. 

The pirate rose off his bed in a half leap as he scrambled to find his shirt. Wait, what was he doing. He took a deep breath before making his way towards the cell door. "Ok.." He said back through the door. His face started the red as Theo remembered the morning. "I..uh.." He couldn't muster up a decent reply and his face went redder. The man wasn't even looking at him, why was his face heating up? A mutter came from his lips, an assortment of syllables that was suppose to be a 'come in' but was more like 'ccoofmmm enn'. Preparing himself for the prince's entrance, Theo made his way to the bed and wrapped himself in the blanket. Maybe in the darkness of the corner Callum wouldn't realize how red the pirate was.