"You were a music box, with your lid shut so tight, just waiting to see who was lovely enough to want to hear something beautiful, just waiting to see who cared enough to open you up."

                                                            -K.P.K.

A small smile pulled on your lips as you stared down at the men in front of you. 

The small crew that you'd been with since day one was now kneeling before you, their hands tied behind their backs. 

From the varying looks on their faces, you could tell that they were silently planning your death. You had betrayed them, after all and now you were planning on stealing everything they had--their livelihood.

You had to admit, it felt good to be looked at like that. 

In the previous worlds, it seemed like everywhere you went a man was trying to defend you or kiss you, but now...looking down at them as they glared up at you, you felt powerful and it felt amazing to be powerful. 

Bluebeard's men let out loud laughs as they stared at the once great pirate crew, each of them reduced to kneeling before a woman.

"Park," You greeted with a confident smile. "I told you that I could handle myself."

He sent you a hard look before spitting at your feet angrily, causing you and the other men to laugh. 

"Go to hell." He gritted angrily. 

You tilted your chin at his words, running a hand through your hair as Bluebeard approached you from behind, his hand resting on your shoulder. 

"Are you sure you can get them to go willingly?" He asked softly. "It may just be better to kill them now."

You hummed in acknowledgement, eyes never leaving Jimin's. 

"I have my ways." You stated with a smile, turning to face the bearded captain. "But, first, I need a moment alone with them."

Bluebeard's eyes widened slightly at your words, gaze glancing towards Jimin momentarily. 

"Alone?" He asked. "My sweet child, that could prove to be dangerous-"

"You doubt my ability?" You asked, raising your brow. 

The black-haired man let out a laugh, shaking his head. 

"You're right." He beamed. "How foolish of me."

You nodded your head, watching as he rounded up his men, telling them to run and secure Jimin's ship from the harbor and begin preparing to push off by daylight. 

The door to the Inn slammed shut behind the grumbling men, leaving you alone with the people you had betrayed. 

"So this was your plan?" Taehyung snapped angrily. "To get involved with Bluebeard and kill us all!?"

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. 

"I'm not going to kill you." You deadpanned. "No one is going to kill you."

"Ah yes," Jimin chimed sarcastically. " And you've always been known for being trustworthy and honest."

Your eyes narrowed at his words. 

"You kidnapped me, Park." You gritted, pointing an accusing finger at him. "My loyalties were never with you to begin with. You have no right to condemn me even if I truly had betrayed you."

His eyebrows furrowed at your words, confusion falling over his features. 

"What do you mean?" Namjoon asked softly. 

You huffed, unsheathing your pearl-hilted dagger and walking behind the men.

Seokjin's brows jumped as you began cutting the ropes that bound them.

"Bluebeard told me about a music box," You started, smiling as the rope around Jimin's hands snapped, freeing him. "Does it exist?"

He glared at you, rubbing his wrists. 

"What makes you think that I have any idea what you're talking about?"

"You've been searching the sea for your father." You explained. "From what you and Yoongi have told me, you are quite the expert on any legends pertaining to the sea."

He stood to his feet, jaw clenching. 

"Why should I tell you anything, traitor?" 

You raised an eyebrow. 

"Because I'm going to make you an offer you can't refuse." You stated. 

He watched as you continued to remove the ropes from their hands, blue eyes cold and focused as you extended your left hand towards him.

"See this mark?" You asked. "I'm sure you already know what it is and what that means for me. I want it off and it seems the only way for me to do that is to get my hands on that music box, but first I need to know if it actually exists. If anyone knows...it's you."

He crossed his arms. 

"I'm waiting to hear this offer."

You sighed as you finished cutting the ropes, helping Taehyung stand to his feet. 

"Bluebeard thinks I'm on his side." You deadpanned, sheathing your dagger. "He will lead us to the music box and take off this mark. In return, he asks that he gets to keep the box once the mark is removed from me."

"And you agreed?" Yoongi asked, eyeing you warily. 

You nodded. 

"I did." You said. "He agreed to give me your ship and all of you as a sign of good faith in my words-"

"You're crazy if you think we'll just go along with it." Namjoon spat. "If what those legends say are true, then we'll all be killed and, even if we do survive, handing Bluebeard the box would be suicidal. He'd have the entire world on it's knees-"

"I know that." You interrupted, raising your hand. "Which is why I'm not going to give him the box."

The men around you fell silent, each of them gawking at you as they awaited your explanation. 

"The seven of us will sail Jimin's ship alongside Bluebeard's," You explained. "I'm the only one who can set foot on the Isle where the box is located. When the time comes, I'll take the box. I won't remove the mark until we are out of danger from the sea monsters...that will ensure that Bluebeard and his men will never make it out of that place alive."

"What makes you think that we will help you?" Jimin asked, leaning against one of the wooden pillars. "You've stolen from us and betrayed us...why should we risk our lives to help you out?"

"He has a point." Jin sighed, running a hand through his hair. 

You nodded slowly. 

"You wanted to sell me because you believed me valuable." You started. "Imagine how much someone would pay for a magical music box."

The blue-haired captain froze at your words, heart skipping a beat.

"You-You'd give us the music box?"

"I would."

"Why?" He asked. "For all you know, we are no better than Bluebeard. What makes you so sure that we won't do exactly as he would?"

You sent him a knowing smile. 

"You won't use the box for destruction," You smiled. "You'll use it to find your father."

He blinked in surprise at your words, jaw clenching in annoyance at how easily you got to him. 

"My offer is this," You continued. "We go to the Isle, get the box, get this mark off of me...and then it is yours to keep. Do with it whatever you wish. You'll all have more power than you could ever hope for...but, before any of that, I need to know if Bluebeard is telling the truth...Does this box truly exist?"

You watched as he silently weighed his options, eyes never leaving yours as he let out a heavy huff of air, his head nodding. 

"It's real." He stated. "But, it won't be easy to get...not by a long shot. Sirens really hate humans...they'll send everything they have to destroy us even if you do carry such a mark."

Your eyes narrowed slightly at that. 

" You've already made the mistake of underestimating me once. Do not do it again."

He couldn't stop a smirk from pulling onto his lips at the fire that had ignited within your blue gaze.

"Every big, bad monster you can think of will be coming after us," He said. "Sirens will just be the tip of the iceberg. Leviathan, Kraken, sea serpents maybe even a few sea dragons. You think you can take them on?"

You smiled. 

"I think we can."

"And then what happens?" Yoongi chimed in, his eyes moving to yours. "If, by some miracle, we manage to make it passed all of those things alive, there is no telling what kind of horrors actually live on the Isle itself...We won't be able to help you after you get off the ship. You'll be facing those monsters alone."

You shrugged your shoulders. 

"Being alone doesn't frighten me." You explained. "Not anymore."

"And we're just supposed to trust you?" Namjoon asked, his smile contradicting his criticizing words. 

"You don't have much of a choice." You laughed. "If you don't get on that boat willingly, I imagine that Bluebeard will have each of you killed. I don't fancy the idea of sailing that big ship out their by myself and I'm sure you don't really care for the idea of dying. Whether or not you trust me is irrelevant."

Hoseok stood, his hands moving as he finally spoke up. 

'We get the box? No questions asked?'

You shook your head, motioning towards the blue-haired captain. 

"I will give Jimin the box. What he does with it will be his decision." You leaned forward, whispering so no one but the "mute" could hear you speak. "But, I will not allow that box to play part in a genocide. If you intend to use it to kill the sirens, then I'll make sure you never see that box."

Hoseok glared at you, watching as you pulled away. 

"Bluebeard has to trust me." You continued aloud. "Which means that we pretend to play by his rules until we reach the island...when that time comes, be prepared to push off as soon as we get there. I will distract Bluebeard with a fake box. While he's busy admiring that, we get out before he even notices it's not real."

"It's risky." Seokjin stated. "If he finds us out..."

"That's why he can't find out." Yoongi said, eyeing his crewmate. "We play our part. We get Y/n on and off the island. We keep our heads down and our guards up."

Seokjin nodded. 

"There's something I don't quite understand," Taehyung said, eyeing you. "Why didn't you just hire another crew to take you? I'm sure anyone else would be jumping at the chance to get their hands on the box."

You nodded. 

"I'm sure they would, but every man on this island has three thoughts; eating, screwing, and boats. I may not trust you all, but I do trust that you don't want Bluebeard to have that box...and I also trust that you don't want to world to end. Besides, I won't steal your boat away from you. I'm not a thief-"

"It isn't in your story."

Your eyes snapped up as Jimin finished your thought, a smirk pulling on his face.

You smiled. 

"Exactly."

A/N,

I hope you all enjoyed this as much as I did. I cannot wait to write sea monsters and sirens and more Jungkook scenes. Teehee. I love him. 

For those of you asking, my cousin survived. She was shot twice in the face, once in the back and once in the side, so she is in critical condition, but she's pulling through. Thank you for your concern and prayers. You're all very sweet. 

I love you. 

I adore you. 

I purple you. 

I'm out.

-Max