“Captain, are you sure this is a good idea?” A smaller man asked as three figures lingered near one of the brick walls surrounding the Miller manor. The group of three had been in town for the day while the others stocked up on supplies for the ship. The smaller man turned his brown eyes up to the man he addressed as Captain.

This Captain stood tall and proud looking at the wall that was roughly about a foot taller than him. “No.” He said with a laugh to his voice as he threw the grappling hook. “But has that ever stopped me?” With that he began to climb to the sigh of the smaller man, who was his first mate. “I’ll be back. Throw this back over when I give the signal.” At the top of the wall he kicked the grappling hook back down to his comrades and jumped down into the back lawn.

The light brown pants, dark green shirt and black boots helped the blonde haired man blend into the foliage as he darted from area to area avoiding windows and light, staying in the shadows and if anything could be seen it would be that snarky smirking smile that he was sporting going through the darkness.

All manors were the same. Giant layout for no reason, way too much room in a house for a few people, lots of help hired even though hardly anything is touched and at least two stories if not four despite the need being so little and far between. The Miller manor was no different except it was only two stories which made climbing a lot easier. The bag on his back made this simple and sadly, this wasn’t the first time he had snuck into a house to kidnap someone but it will be the first time he intended on kidnapping someone for a long period of time.

Gripping the vines and finding his footing the 29 year old began to climb with a grace and elegance most people wouldn’t see from someone in his line of life. But alas, this was him and how he was now. A smirk moved across his face as he reached the balcony of his target and dropped silently onto the walkaway. The room was dark and the flames were out, good hopefully she was in.

The door opened without a sound and he slipped inside before hiding in the shadows. If the she didn’t hear the door she would most likely feel the change in temperature, it was a chilly night after all but that didn’t stop him from trying to achieve his goal and right now his goal was to kidnap the young maiden by knocking her unconscious so she wouldn’t make any noise, leave a threatening note and return to the ship.

Piece of Cake.

Every day had been the same, get up have some food, play the violin, go for a walk in the gardens and then some light reading of the evening. This was her usual routine at home, nothing exciting and nothing new which was fine, but it was somewhat boring especially as her father spent most of his time hunting down Pirates. They barely spent much time together anymore and she missed it. Edward Miller loved his family; they were dear to him and he would do anything for them, but hunting Pirates had become an obsession. So much so he had quite the reputation, everyone knew him, and he was a well-respected high Captain of the Guard even with his brutal ways of killing or arresting Pirates. The Miller family was wealthy, they had lots of money and lots of respect due to her father and he had received plenty of offers for his daughters hand, but he had yet to give it to anyone which all stemmed back to her mother and how protective he was of his daughter.

Rubbing her eyes, she glanced round the bathroom, she was dressed ready for bed in a simple white nightgown frills adorning the sleeves and the bottom of the dress. Although a part of her wanted to read some more she knew it was best to try and get some rest, her servers had already killed the flames and were no doubt heading to bed themselves after a long day of doing all the chores in the house. Looking away from the wall mounted mirror she splashed water on her face but soon frowned looking towards the door. She could have sworn she heard something. Maybe I’m imagining it cause I’m tired… but, what if I’m not?

Rather cautious Evelyn glanced around the bathroom looking for something to defend herself with, sighing with relief as she caught site of a mop in the corner. Sure, they had left it out, it shouldn’t be there, but it could come in handy especially if the noise she heard was an intruder. Gripping it tightly with her hands she moved out of the bathroom quietly, her bare feet felt the cold wood and she couldn’t help but shiver from the cool night air. Something isn’t right.

Feeling her heart race as she took a few more steps into the bedroom she glanced around cautiously, heart hammering away in her chest as she held her breath trying not to make a sound. Hands gripping the mop so tightly her knuckles had turned white. There. Frightened eyes caught sight of a shadow, holding her breath as she took a step closer grimacing as the floorboard beneath her creaked from her foot. Without hesitating she brought the mop down with force onto the shadow in complete panic, arms trembled as she had never hit someone or something with anything before.

Dropping the mop from her hands after the hit she heard it clatter against the floor, this time she chose to run. Heading to her bedroom door as she tried to pull it open, ready to call out for help.

Standing silent and quiet against the wall of the room he watched as the figure of his target worked its way into the room with… something… in her hands. What was that? It looked… long… or was it short? It looked thin, and almost fragile but with almost every movement the young man lost track of what was in her hands so all he could do was hold as still as possible.

That was until his nose itched…

SHIT! With the itch getting overbearing, he reached a hand up and quickly rubbed his nose but his moments gave him away!

CRACK

The small thin thing she had been holding turned out to be a hand of either a mop or a broom which cracked against his shoulder and he let out a grunt of pain. Shit he was caught! Seeing as there was no point to try and hide anymore he took off after her and caught up before she could get to the door. One large hand went around her head, his palm pressing hard against her mouth to silence her while his other arm wrapped around her waist pinning her arms to her side.

“You’ve got some fight in ya Lass.” He whispered in her ear. His voice was deep and smooth like silk but with a snippet of cocky arrogance to it. “Good because you’re gonna need it.” Slipping the hand from her mouth he quickly wrapped his large arm around her throat and squeezed cutting off her windpipe hoping to get her to pass out. Within that same movement he plucked her feet from the ground and spun around so she couldn’t attempt to kick the door and alert for help. Time to go to sleep.

In a blind panic Evelyn tried her hardest to escape his clutches, eyes widened as she felt his palm pressing hard against her mouth silencing her from calling out to help. Before Evelyn could even try to reach out for the door or grab at something else to smack him with she felt her arms pinned to her side, her heart continued to race at the situation she was in and she struggled in his grasp. Trying to push whomever it was away she didn’t know what to think, who would dare break in and what for?

The voice in her ear made her shudder, it was deep but sounded cocky and she hated the idea of that. I’ll show you fight. Growling as she bit his hand before he could move it, her leg moving up to aim a sharp kick in his stomach or nether regions she didn’t care. She wanted to cause him great pain in hopes he would drop her and let her go, but then she felt it his arm around her throat.

“H-He..” Wriggling in his arms as she tried to escape, it was becoming hard to breathe and it only panicked her more. Evelyn had no idea on what he wanted, what was going to happen, and it only made her more frantic in her attempts to escape. Her body trembled in his grasp, it was a mixture of the chill night air as well as the fact she was frightened especially as she was finding it more and more difficult to draw breath.

Pale shaky hands rose up clawing at his arm as she tried to loosen his grasp from her, nails dug into his arm as she began to cough spluttering from the effort of her trying to escape his grasp. “A-Aa…” Her vision blurred as her frantic motions became less, fingers that had dug into his arm began to drop to her side and she was gasping for breath. Blinking a few times as her vision began to blur, she started to feel heavy, she was still frightened but there was nothing more she could do. Even as she tried to will her arms to move, her legs to kick they just weren’t responding and all she could feel was the impending doom that maybe she was about to die.

Not able to fight not more Evelyn felt her eyes go heavy, blinks becoming slower until she finally passed out. Body going limp in his arms as she felt the darkness envelop her. There was no more struggling and there was nothing more she could do.