All Chapters of Lost Between the Tides: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

(Flynn's POV)Jasper and I were discussing the spare lines coiled by the mainmast when I heard Declan's voice."Captain! I think yer prisoner might be dead. What’s the going rate for ransoming a corpse, d’ye reckon?" he called out over the sound of the crashing waves.I groaned, irritated. She’d been aboard scarcely half a day, and already the whole bloody voyage revolved around her. If it wasn’t mutterings about sea witches and ill luck, it was someone whining about her scanty garb or pitiful state.The girl simply needed to find her sea legs. A ship was no place for a woman with such a delicate disposition, but she ought to have known that before nosing about in places best left alone.I stormed down the stairs, heading towards her with Jasper on my heels.I meant to give her a tongue-lashing for her theatrics when I saw her limp form curled up on the deck, her skin blistered red, as if roasted under the unrelenting sun.Declan stood by the cannon, sharpening a very large and questi

(Morgan's POV)"Exposure to what? The bloody sea air?" the Captain replied with a scoff.I wanted to get up. I wanted to look him in the eye and show him I wasn't some stupid little girl who was just going to crumble and wilt because he had some dumb make believe title on this fucking sham of a ship.But I could barely move. My skin felt raw and ragged and hot, and every time I tried to shift, it felt tight and burned.I did the best I could under the circumstances, glaring up at him, my jaw set."To the sun, you idiot! How long did you even leave me out there?! Roasting like a goddamn Thanksgiving turkey! I could have died of dehydration! And I had a head injury—which you clearly saw and chose to do nothing about!" I blasted him, angry that he seemed to be so nonchalant about a situation that could very clearly have killed me.He glared at me. "Idiot, am I?" he snapped incredulously. "Well I'm not the one who lay on the deck baking like a bloody fish, am I?!" Then his tone turned soft

(Morgan's POV)I tried to settle in. To get some rest like the medical professional had suggested, but the boy just sat there in front of me, staring."I can't rest while you're watching me," I hissed. "Don't you have something to do?"He shrugged. "The Captain said to keep watch. I’m not to leave you alone."I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "Where would I even go? I’m on a frikken boat in the middle of the ocean."He was quiet for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Is Morgan your real name?"I rolled my eyes again, the action making my brain throb harder. "Why would I lie about my name?"The boy shrugged again. "It's just a strange name for a girl. And you are a girl. I know because you've got bosoms."I gasped in horror and tried to tuck my burned right arm over my chest to hide my boobs from his gaze."You're a very rude little boy, you know that?" I scolded him.He carried on like he'd done nothing wrong. "And why are you only dressed in your smallclothes?"Smallclothes?! Jesus Chris

(Morgan's POV)Four days... FOUR DAYS?! I'd been asleep for four fucking days?!Was that normal? Or... Had I been drugged or something?I lay there, panic enveloping my body as I tried to feel myself.Of course, the first thing that crossed my mind was sexual assault. Did I feel anything in that area? Pain? Tenderness? Anything out of the ordinary?I lay there, completely still, just doing a mental stocktake of each and every pain or discomfort I felt in my body.To my relief, there was no pain in my nether regions, but I knew that didn't mean everything was perfectly fine. I wasn't that naive. But I kept going, trying to establish whether there might be any other signs or indications.The left side of my body ached. I'd been lying on my side for four days, so, I guess that checked out. The right side of my body burned and stung. But that was the sunburn. My head was sore too. The back, where the stitches were, was still vaguely tender, but the side where I'd felt the start of a scab

(Morgan's POV)The blackness faded away and consciousness forced its way in once again.I was immediately panicked, my heart already racing the second I opened my eyes.This was all real. All of it. Everything. I'd watched a man get stabbed in the fucking chest and die. I'd seen a dudes brains leaking out of his skull. I was on a ship. A real fucking pirate ship in the middle of the goddamn ocean. And I was in danger. Very real danger.My body instinctively jolted upright as I scanned the room around me and found myself somewhere new. It wasn't the infirmary now, it looked more like a bedroom. Or, at least what might pass for a bedroom on a pirate ship, and I was sitting on some make-shift little bed in a corner on the floor.Everything still burned and ached and throbbed, but under the circumstances, that all felt like background noise now. Then I saw him, the captain, sitting there at a desk and inspecting some or other paper.I wanted to leave. I fucking needed to leave! I could li