Alek had been expecting some form of retaliation for the woman that stood before him. When she spoke her name, he knew that he would never be able to forget it. Nor when he be able to forget the strong grip of her hand in his hair, although he wished it were due to more...pleasurable circumstances than her trying to prove a point. Although he could have easily grabbed her around the middle, Alek refrained. He was not at his fullest potential on the deck of a ship at sea. When he made his move to free himself - and he would free himself eventually - it would be with his own two hands without the threat of the sea to upset him. Again, he was a man that lived on the back of a horse, not upon a ship such as this.<br/><br/>The punch he’d received was punishment enough, although Alek was not one that learned his mistakes as easily aas he should have. His cocky nature was always the talk of the town, and there were many bets on how long he would survive by being a little chit to those that did not think so highly of him. He’d survived his twenty-something, almost thirty-something years, had he not? Alek himself didn’t think that his attitude would be the cause of his untimely death.<br/><br/>Alek sputtered as he was released from Lucia’s grasp, and he doubled over to hold his abdomen where the impact had laid. He vaguely paid attention to what she’d said or what happened next, aside from the shouts that they were about to dock in some port. At least, he thought they were docking in a port. It would come to fruition soon enough that it was an island and that he had a role to play, but at the present, Alek was just glad that he would be off the godforsaken boat in a short while.<br/><br/>Pip handed him some clothing, and at first, Alek wasn’t so certain about accepting it. He held up the shirt to his chest and found that it was much too large, but Alek wasn’t one to complain much. Only a little.<b>”Three sizes too big.”</b>He croaked, but the white material was soft and clean. It would be a nice change from the bare chest he was currently sporting, and perhaps, it would help Lucia keep her hands off of him. It was obvious that she had kidnapped him for one reason and one reason only….although, Alek was curious as to where she’d found him. Perhaps she had been a lady that had swooned after him during the spring? Had he turned down her advances? A woman with hair as fiery as hers though...she would have stood out among the sea of brunettes and toeheaded blondes.<br/><br/>Yes, Lucia was a woman to be remembered, even if she were rather unorthodox and wore disturbingly attractive clothing that was very improper for a lady. Alek licked his lips at the thought before he berated himself. Why was he thinking of a woman’s bosom when he was a captive?<br/><br/>Eventually, he tugged the shirt over his head and utilized the belt on the fresh pair of pants to tuck it into the pants that he wore. If the shirt was any indication for the size of the clothing, Alek wasn’t about to take a chance with the breeches and decided to retain his own. With a hoity bow at Pip, Alek expressed his gratitude for the clothing before he reapproached Lucia.<br/><br/><b>”There’s not need to be so salty, Lucia, darling.”</b>Alek said with a raised eyebrow and a bit of a smirk.<b>”There’s plenty of salt surrounding us to satisfy those needs. I would, however, enjoy a bit more information before you pummel me again. First of all, it is quite unfair to keep me at a disadvantage, especially if you’re going to play so hard to get.”</b>Alek grinned, more to himself than anything.<b>”What port are we docking in and why did you feel the need to kidnap me? Surely you could have just asked me to join you. I doubt I could turn away someone with such….personality….”</b>Alek said as he looked from her cleavage to her face.<b>”As you.”</b><br/><br/>Tag:<a class="username" data-user-id="342" data-username="@TheWhiteQueen" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/342/">@TheWhiteQueen</a>