As I Fall (Saved by Pirates Book 4)

by G. Bailey

  As I Fall

  Saved by Pirates Novella

  G. Bailey

  Contents

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  Description

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Epilogue

  Afterword

  9. Hunter’s POV of when he met Cassandra

  Stay in Touch

  About the Author

  As I Fall © Copyright 2018 by G. Bailey.

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

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  Description

  Falling.

  I can’t remember the men that pulled me out of the sea.

  I don’t remember who I am.

  But they know me and they say we all grew up together on Sixa.

  They say that I saved them from death a long time ago, and I know a secret that could save our town.

  That could save the world of Calais...

  When everything goes wrong on the islands, and war is whispered in the winds, will her men be able to get her memories back before it’s too late?

  This is a short novella set in the world of Saved by Pirates Series.

  Reverse harem and 17+

  Prologue

  “You can’t do this. I won’t let you,” Smith demands, making me jump. He must have followed me. The light from the fire lantern just about shows me Smith’s face as I turn around.

  “We need it! This isn’t right! If we don’t help, then we might as well let the king burn the world down!” I scream at Smith, who pushes through the thick snow to get to me. I step back, the cold wind whipping my hair around, the snow freezing as it hits my bare skin. I won’t survive out here long at this rate. I can’t spend the time arguing with Smith. I should have told my husbands everything, and now it is too late.

  “Then I have to do this. The king will kill me if I don’t,” Smith says, stopping next to me and before I can stop him, he shoves his strong hands into my chest, and I go flying off the cliff, into nothing but darkness.

  As I fall, I think of my husbands and wish I could have told them the truth…

  Chapter 1

  I don’t remember screaming as I fell off the white cliffs and the cold water hit my body, but I imagine I did. I just remember falling and the cold as it controlled my body and my every thought. It was so cold, the sort of cold that shocks you so deeply that you feel like you can’t breathe. The type of cold that could stop your heart and freeze it in place in a second, or at least, that’s what it felt like. I blink my eyes open as pain shoots through my head, seeing the crystal blue water above me, but I can’t move from the icy feeling spreading through my body. My eyes close before I can see anything else, before I can even remember who pushed me. All I can feel is the water, as my words get stuck on my tongue, and everything just blurs as the water loses all colour, and everything turns white…

  “The damage to her head is extensive, we don’t know if she will wake up and we have no other healers that will give you better advice than I and the five you have seen. I am sorry,” I hear a female voice say in a nervous tone, as light hits my eyes gently. The light is dim and warm as it flickers above my closed eyes. The room is warm, and I can feel the soft surface I’m lying on, the fur blanket rested over my body as I move my fingers in it.

  “I don’t want to hear you say sorry, we have not lost her. Find another healer!” A deep and dark sounding voice says before something smashes in the room. I stay still as the pieces of whatever smashed fall to the ground.

  “Shan, calm down. Breaking priceless vases that Eowynn loves isn’t going to make her wake up,” another male says, his voice is warm like the heat from sitting by a fire. Warm and husky, and it makes you want to cuddle up to him as he whispers words into your ear.

  “It might do Cullen, you know she loves those treasures,” a man says and I feel a hand placed on my cheek, the hand is smooth and warm. I stay still as he trails his fingers down my cheek and then he is gone. Not long later I hear a door open and close, followed by a cold breeze.

  “Wake up for me, for all of us. We cannot live this life without you,” another man says, his voice reminds me of ice, cold and smooth but it’s still unfamiliar to me, like all the voices I’ve heard. They all don’t remind me of anyone and they called me Eowynn, but I don’t know that name. The more I think about it, the more I start to panic because I don’t think I have any idea who any of these people are or who I am.

  Who am I?

  I force myself to slowly focus on some part of my body, like my hand and try to move my fingers but everything feels sore. I feel like there could be bruises all over my body but it makes sense when I only remember being in that cold sea.

  What was before the sea?

  I force my hand to move and a warm hand grabs it, holding it tightly. The hand feels rough, almost like there are millions of marks to show he uses his hands often.

  "Wynn, wake up," the man says, the one that sounds like ice, and there is silence in the room as I finally feel like I can open my eyes. I blink my eyes open to see a man hanging over me as I lie on a bed, the man that is holding my hands and his lips slowly part as he realises I’m awake. The man has white hair, that’s cut short and big brown eyes that are darker around the edges and bright in the middle. His lips pull up in a smirk as I keep staring at him.

  "Wynn, Wynn, how are you?" the man asks and there is shuffling as the bed dips and I turn my head slowly to see a giant of a man sitting on the other side and staring at me with a mixture of shock and relief. The giant man has long black hair that is in a plait at the back of his head and I can see the end of the plait is on the bed, so it must be really long and it looks soft. He has darker eyes than the cold speaking one, his eyes look black unless you stare really close like I am and see that they are more like a very dark brown. There isn’t a mix in them, not really but they are something to look at none the less.

  "Say something, I need to hear you speak," the man says, and I recognise him as the one with the deep voice and the one that broke a vase. I think they called him Shan.

  "Who are you?" I ask and the two men look between each other.

  Chapter 2

  After I asked who they were, the two strange men got off the bed and started talking in whispers by the door, looking back at me every few seconds to make it clear who they are talking about. I sit up on the bed, watching them and not knowing what to say, so I decide to look around instead. The room is bigger than I thought and I’m a little surprised to see it’s a hut and ice blocks make the walls. It’s not cold due to the small fire in the middle of the room and it vents through the hole above it in the ceiling. There are two blue couches in the corner, above a fur rug and two large wooden wardrobes, a small kitchen and two doors in here that I can see from the bed. The bed is massive also, enough to fit at least five people on and
covered in rugs.

  "Why are you not with her?" another man demands as he walks into the room, making me jump. I recognise this one as the man with a warm voice and he walks straight over to me like no one else is in the room.

  "Wait Cullen!" The ice guy shouts but Cullen doesn’t listen as he storms over to me and grabs hold of my cheeks, and kisses me. I’m in shock for about a second as he firmly pushes his lips against mine. He kisses me in such a familiar way that I don’t move for far too long. When he groans, it snaps me out of whatever shock I was in and I lift my hand and slap him across the face. He looks at me in shock as he swings his head back to look at me, he looks almost dangerous but there’s something about him that doesn’t scare me.

  "What in the seas was that for?" Cullen asks slowly, just as ice guy gets to his side and grabs his arm, pulling him off the edge of the bed.

  "She has no idea who we are," The ice guy replies dryly.

  "Tell me he is kidding Shan?" one of them asks the giant man, who comes over and watches me the whole time.

  "She doesn’t know us, the hit to her head must have erased her memory." Shan mutters.

  “No memory, tell me he is playing a game Diego, that you all are,” Cullen demands, shaking his head. At least I have all their names now. Ice man is Diego, the warm man is Cullen and the large man is Shan. I’m sure there is someone else missing, but I’m not sure who or why I feel like that.

  "Now? Just after her mother, the last council member dies, and told her the secret we all need to know?" Cullen says, rubbing his fingers through his hair.

  "I don’t care about the secret, I only care that our wife doesn’t have a clue who we are!" Shan shouts, the shout echoes around the room and I move back on the bed. He looks at me and shakes his head before looking away with shame in his eyes. I’m not scared of him, I don’t feel like that. He doesn’t seem like he would.

  "Shan, you need to calm down. We all care about our wife, but what she has forgotten means-" Diego says and Shan cuts him off.

  "-I know," Shan snaps.

  "I’m married to all three of you?" I ask, making them all go silent and turn to look at me. I know what marriage is but I just can’t remember who they are. I married that many people? I’m so lost in my thoughts that I don’t even notice the door opening or the cold air that comes in with the person who walks in.

  "Four. You're married to me as well, treasure," a man says, walking into the room through the wooden door that is attached to the ice. A cold breeze follows him in, and he slams the door closed behind him. The man has short blond hair, bright blue eyes and a tall, thinner frame than the others. He is still extremely attractive, and seems cheeky to me.

  "They said my name is Eowynn or Wynn. Is it treasure as well?" I ask because I’m getting confused with all these names. This is so much to take in, and it makes me want to go back to sleep to think about it some more without all their eyes on me and their whispers worrying me.

  "It’s my nickname for you, and you have one for me. Don’t you remember?" he asks me and I shake my head. "It's Thief, you call me it to annoy me,".

  "What is your real name? And why do I call you that?" I ask him, and he grins.

  "When you remember, you can call me it and until then you won’t find out. You will need to think about it for those answers. Only you know," he replies, with a slightly cheeky tone that makes me smile. I have the feeling he makes me smile a lot, that he makes me laugh.

  "I can just ask one of my other husbands..." I say and he chuckles.

  "At least you haven’t lost that snarky personality we all have grown to love," he replies.

  "We clearly need to have a long talk about who I am, and who you all are," I tell them all when there is an awkward silence between us.

  "It’s simple, we are your husbands and we love you. There’s nothing else that’s important right now." Shan is the one that replies to me, and none of them disagree with him.

  "Maybe you could start from the beginning, tell me how we met...and who I am. I don’t know you, I don’t know this room or where we are." I say, panic slipping into my voice and they all look between each other once again.

  "Okay, we can do that," Cullen says. "But one at a time, we should each tell her something so we don’t overload her with information."

  "Yes, good idea." Shan comments, "I’m going first, as we met first," he says and the other guys don’t disagree as they all look at me one more time before walking out the room. These men know each other extremely well. I can tell from how they can speak by just looking at each other, no words needed. They don’t even disagree with each other over important things and none of them looked jealous at the idea of letting Shan talk to me first. Don’t men get jealous when they share someone?

  "Why don’t you clean up? and I will get you some food," he says before walking into one of the other rooms and I just sit in the bed wondering what I did to win not one handsome man as a husband but four?

  Chapter 3

  After I found the toilet, which was a wooden seat with a hole in it and with a bucket of water to wash it down, I then cleaned up after staring at myself in the mirror. I have long black hair, that is straight and shiny. I have big green eyes and pale skin, I also have black marks tattooed all the way from my wrists to my chest but I don’t know what they mean or I can’t read them. There’s a large bruised lump on the right side of my head, but its hidden well under my hair. It’s strange to look at myself, but not know who I am. I look down at the black marks, that have been drawn into my skin. There are four of them, all different and dozens of swirls around the symbols. One is a sword, one is shield, another is a claw and the last one looks like an island. I look once more at myself, trying to connect or even just remember something about who I am before giving up and leaving the room.

  "This is yours," Shan says when I walk out the cleaning room and he holds up a fur coat. Its white fur, and it must have taken someone a long time to shape the arms and the stitches in it.

  "Thank you. It’s so lovely," I say and put it on, loving how warm I feel straight away and Shan smiles at me.

  "Yes, I made it for you a long time ago. When you saw it, you kissed me and we spent the night making love on top of that coat," he says and I feel my cheeks burn but I don’t take the coat off. Shan seems happy that I don’t, as he smiles warmly and waves a hand towards the corner of the room where there is a fur rug and on top of it is two couches in a blue material that look handmade. I go and sit down, and he brings over two large mugs of a hot drink and hands me one.

  "It’s your favourite drink, an herbal tea of sorts," Shan comments.

  "Lemon flower," I murmurer when I smell it and surprised that the name of the herb rolls off my tongue so easily.

  "Yes," Shan says, with clear excitement in his eyes. I want to tell him more but that’s all there is, just the name of an herb tea I liked to drink but not who these men are to me. I should know that. Shan sees my defeated look and looks away for a second before finally facing me.

  "So…we met when we were ten. Twelve years ago now," He tells me.

  “We met so young," I comment.

  “Not especially, you met your other husbands not long after as we all started school on the island. Well everyone but Thief, but that’s his story. I just met you a few hours earlier than them,” he winks and it makes me laugh a little.

  “I love when you laugh, it’s like the cold world warms a little for you,” he says, leaving me speechless.

  “Shan…”

  “I know, you don’t know me. This is just difficult, I’ve loved you since we were ten,” he admits to me and shakes his head. “Maybe we could start with something less personal, like where we live,” he says but its more to himself.

  "You live on a large island called Sixa, that is covered in ice and creatures that live on it with us. Our village is right in the middle, and your father and mother were on the council. You are a council member now, the last one." He says but I only seem to hear the
middle part of what he said as I try to think of my parents. I remember a dark haired man and woman singing to me as I wore a white dress and danced around with someone. I was young and they both looked so happy.

  “I danced in front of them, in a white dress with a boy…” I mutter the end part as I remember the boy, the blond hair and playful blue eyes haunting me, making me never want to forget.

  “Thief. You’ve danced with Thief at the winter fair for your parents when you were twelve. You dance every year since then, you are an amazing dancer,” Shan says gently.

  "Are my parent’s dead?" I ask quietly, not knowing because I don’t remember that.

  "Yes. Your father died when you were twelve, when a large ice creature attacked the town and several other council members were killed that day as they saved us. It was a few days after the dance, and you told me once dancing reminds you of him," he tells me and some part of me knows that. Dancing reminds me of my father, how he smiled at me, how he loved to see me dance.

  "What happened to the others? The other council members I mean," I ask him, needing to change the subject.

  "Another two council members where killed by their son, for doing terrible things." He says, a sad look on his face.

  "Where is the son? Why couldn’t he be a council member?" I ask, wondering if he was killed for killing his parents.

  "I don’t know where he is now, but I hope we will meet one day once again. He was a good man who got put in a terrible place. You knew Zack too, you used to be friends with him and helped him escape with all of us," he tells me but I don’t remember anyone called Zack.