"You're telling me, you somehow ran away from your Uncle, the Royal Successor Brother of the throne— the wangseje— the killer of your father— THE KING— because he wants to kill you, too?" The captain of the ship where I've taken refuge from said.

(A few hours before)

The laughter of his shipmate's boom across the deck as I looked at their faces. I'm beginning to regret the fact that I took shelter here because I had stupidly decided to steal some of the strawberries in the crates that they're transferring. The thing was that I was absolutely famished and was literally starving.

I was famished, I haven't eaten for a day and followed the man carrying the food inconspicuously and let my stomach dictate my next course of action. Then the ship moved and I was trapped inside.

 It didn't take them long to find me. It was only a few hours after the ship set sail that a crew found me eating the strawberries inside their galley. "Oi! what do u think you're doing you thieving street rat!" He was now shouting at me with all his might. Tears threatened to spill as my eyes began to water I didn't cry though, I should be strong I am the Princess of Alexandria.

The Man forcefully grabbed my arm roughly pulling me towards the deck where my doom awaited me, he smirked at me with his yellow teeth making me shudder. I was pushed in front of a rather young man who was peering at the sea through a spyglass.

"I found this rat thieving below the deck sire" the man wheezed.

The suited man sighed and looked at me with a condensing glare and spoke in a cold voice which made the temperature drop several degrees " Am I supposed to care, you know the procedure you worthless scum throw her offboard".

Hearing that something in me snapped, I jerked my arm free and kicked my captor snatching his blade." I am the heir to the throne of Alexandria who are you to even dare to touch me" I growled to the man on the floor.

The man with the spyglass smirked at me "My my Princess aren't we fiesty If you are who you  claim to be where is your let us say entourage"

"The King has passed away and his Brother has taken away the throne I am the true heir my right has been taken from me, assist me and you shall be rewarded with whatever you want"

The man looked at me with an impassive face "Whatever we want princess?"

I nodded at him, his face mocking me. "How can that happen? There are hundreds if not thousands of soldiers manning the main throne hall." The captain smirked at me, "Your uncle is nearly invisible and not to say extremely conscious about his protection further I have no grievances against him so why should I bother however your father my dear has a rather large debt to pay me ."

"I'm extremely sorry but right now you are on my ship and I make the rules, Emerald take this charming lady below deck and put her in the cell we'll see when she shall be of use to us"

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Y/N P.O.V

I whimpered as the woman who was holding my arm harshly dragged me through the hall below deck. I couldn't help myself and my eyes began to water once again, the woman glanced at me and sighed making her grip slightly relaxed.

"Look child I am telling you this place is bad but its not horrible keep your head down and listen to the captain and he'll take care of you like he takes care of all of us just watch out for the crew they are not as nice as him" the woman said in a way one might speak to a child.

I nodded and continued to walk with her in silence but my tears still ran freely.

Didn't really seem that nice to me at all

We reached the lowest part of the deck which probably had some lowly ranked crews cabins, one's door was opened and I was tossed inside. As my eyes adjusted to the dark and tight space I saw a bunk bed and a chest and a figure on the floor?!?. Noticing me the figure got up nodded towards me and climbed into the bed. Looking closely I saw that he was a young man a bit on the small side but insanely beautiful. He had creamy white skin and soft cheek which were streaked with dirt but didn't do much to deter his beauty and his hair oh . . . his hair was the most fascinating thing I had ever had the pleasure to see, It was the most beautiful of green shades and was very unkempt which just increased his beauty.

Suddenly the man got up and stared at me

"Have you done staring baby girl", he said in a monotonous tone.

I hid my face flustered that he had noticed me staring at him, "Good now I'm gonna sleep and don't wake me up until its work time" he mumbled sleepily and then went back to his sleeping. I too went to sleep, after a few hours of sleep I was awakened by a shove.

"Wake up kid time to work" the man grumbled shaking me. He leads me through to the deck and opens a small closet there.

"You're gonna help me, clean kid"

I nodded and followed him he gave me a mop and a bucket and himself took a broom. I'll clean you'll mop he told me and motioned me to follow him once again. We started at the top and finished the work below the deck. My muscles ached from the effort I had just done. The ship wasn't even that hard to clean because there were so many others helping us but for me, it was hard work because I had never done this much work before.

While working me and Yoongi had somewhat bonded he too was taken, a prisoner here like me and we developed an understanding. He was quiet most of the time and it suited me because I liked silence too, I could think more. In the hustle-bustle of the palace, I would hide often to find some peace and quiet.

His name was Yoongi and he lived on an island village, he told me his hair was green because his island had special flowers on it from which they made paint and every clan had their own color.

We were calmly talking on the deck when the tall guy came over.

"It seems that our dear princess had found a friend now if you don't mind your highness we need to talk" the small smirked talking in a sarcastic tone.

I didn't move until a voice whispered in my ear.

"Go, kid, he doesn't like to wait"

I nodded at my friend and followed the tall guy into a cabin.

Y/N P.o.v

 I followed the man into the room, it was more well kept than I expected it to be. A wooden table was placed near a window overlooking the ocean. On top of it lay a variety of things ranging from maps to spyglass to a set of bearing tools. The table was a mess unlike the rest of the room, two chairs stood in front of it, the captain or so I presume gestured me to sit. He took his place on the other chair.

After a long pause, he finally said in a gentle voice

"Tell me what happened princess"

I was taken aback with his tone, he didn't seem like the crude mocking man he was outside rather he looked like a gentle well-bred aristocrat. I mulled over it a bit and then finally decided to speak.

"It was very sudden and the guards were unable to hold them back, the rebels under Uncle were dressed in the palace guard uniform so they slipped in easily. It all happened two nights ago, under the cover of the dark they had no trouble getting in but I presume they had someone on the inside. Father was killed instantly but uncle kept me captive for two days. Yesterday I escaped through the tower in the right-wing I tried to get the Prime-Minister but he refused to help me. I was going to go to my grandfather's kingdom to seek refuge"

I told the whole story breathily, the tears I had held back for days finally pouring out. He gave you a handkerchief and you wiped the tear stains of your cheeks.

"There you go don't cry anymore okay" he shushed you

 You gave him a weak smile of gratitude,

"Now princess I cannot guarantee that I will help you get back the kingdom for sure but if you wish you can be my assistant here since you are a learned person you will help me chart courses and research" Namjoon offered.

"There are also some crew which you can teach and in return, we will offer you food, shelter, and safety"

You looked at him awestruck and then a small smile graced your face

"Thank you, captain, I am eternally grateful for your generosity," you told him.

He then gave you some sturdy clothes to change into because your dress was in tatters not exactly suitable for wearing on the sea. He gave you a sturdy white button-down shirt and a pair of scandalous shorts that all women seemed to wear here.

You wore it regardless since you desperately wanted out of the scratchy gown you wore. Once you wore the shorts you realized they weren't as short as you had thought and in fact, they were quite comfortable.

Author P.O.V

Namjoon smirks raking his eyes over Y/N not expecting her to look this good in their uniform. He walks to the door opening it mockingly bowing.

"My Princess," he says making fun of your tittle.

You both get out and he tells his decision to the crew.

They seemed okay with it willing to increase their skills, it helped to know new languages when you were on the sea. For now, you were only to teach them Latin and numbers so they became more well informed of their finances. Those who wished to learn any other language would ask you directly.

You were grateful for the job, even if it had no pay in it and teaching a bunch of shabby-looking people wasn't your ideal job. You were given a moderate-sized compartment to stay in and teach. In your free time, you were to be with Namjoon whom name you learned while you two were discussing your duties on board, you were to act as a translator to him when he required because although he knew a surprising sum of 13 different languages, you being a princess of a country had learned more.

Life on the sea was not all it seemed to have been for Y/N, on the first two days she was so sea-sick she could barely move a muscle later on as she began to improve her health she began to rather like the salty sea-breeze and the foamy crystal waters.

On the other hand, Namjoon was barely seen outside his cabin, he was not sea-sick because he had spent most of his life out on the sea, rather he preferred to stay in his cabin because he appreciated the silence. He could think calmly and plan their next routes or chart the seas. This in no way meant he was neglectful of his crew every day he would come out of his cabin for an hour or two and take a silent round of his ship, checking every part of it to make sure it was kept in proper shape.