"You're wearing a crown, and yet I don't recall seeing you on my well-known princesses and queens list. Who are you?" Captain Barbosa asks me this once I am aboard his ship, enjoying a drink with him inside his office, which is surprisingly well-kept for a pirate.

The pirate does put me on the spot as I did not know of any way to claim to be the witch princess or if I even had a last name as I only knew about my name and other witches' names but never heard them say last names or something of the sort, should I just lie? I thought as I came up with an answer on the spot.

"Yoimiya of Ariel, the next Witch in line for the Witch Queen throne." Captain Barbosa's eyes widened as he heard what I said, and his body glands suddenly released a lot of sweat as if the information about me being a witch was crucial.

"You're a Witch?" Captain Barbosa asks me with a more controlled tone, almost as if he now needed something from me, which I, of course, picked up on almost immediately, so now I would be at an advantage.

"Yes, I am the current Witch Princess." Barbosa simply looked at me while I stood firm, still drinking whatever it was he gave me in a cup, which, to be fair, tasted like just some tea, not like that weird stuff I had drank last night or whenever I did.

"Tell me, little one, why shouldn't I surrender you to the church? The bounty on your head is much more than I would make in fifty years." Barbosa turns out to be faking all of his nervousness as he turns the tables on me now, making me the sweaty one.

"To surrender me to the church, you'd have to find their ships or a land port, both of which are a bad option. I can kill and destroy an entire fleet of ships, and if you take me to land, I can just flee from you." Barbosa doesn't flinch when I try to penetrate his gaze with my darkly filled eyes; he grins and looks away.

"That's true, but if you can flee once you touch land, how can I be sure you won't do that before you pay us to take you to shore?" Goddamn, this guy was good. I was once again against the ropes as he used the same thing I had just said against me. He was so freaking slick.

"You'll just have to trust me," I say to the captain, all while he laughs and follows up with the laughter with his sword, pulling it out and pointing it against me.

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"Or I could just abandon you here in the middle of nowhere. Kill us and take over my ship, and you'll be stranded; either way, you lose." Barbosa simply forced me to bow down and apologize to him as I did need his help. I had to accept whatever the bastard wanted to ask. "What is it you want from me?"

"Isn't it obvious? I've been missing the company of a woman for months. I won't do anything more than touch you, but that's all I need. Aside from that, I also have a son about your age; I want you to marry him once we get to shore so he may too be royalty and, by extension, myself, of course."

Why was pedophilia so common in this world? It was the first thing that came to my mind as I remembered the mirror world guy who also wanted to do some nasty stuff with me; I get that I look about eleven or twelve, but come on, I am not ready for that yet. Still, in this case, it was either letting some old man touch me or being stranded, as I made no progress with my ideas.

"Fine, I accept your terms," Barbosa chuckles as he approaches me just to give me a hard slap in the ass which does make my butt wiggle a little. Gosh, I was subjected to such humiliation even with all the power I had. I could kill them all right now, but he was right; I needed their help, so I was the sheep despite my power in this scenario.

"Smart girl, put this on and clean your face up; you look a little dirty." Barbosa tosses a lingerie babydoll dress that is so small and short it makes me question my knowledge of this world. Was it really okay for people to be having sex with girls so young? This outfit was mass-produced and made to a standard size, but it would not fit mature girls. 'My god,' I thought.

In any case, the first night was relatively easy; all I had to do was clean my face and put the humiliating dress on, followed by a peaceful night as a hug pillow for Barbosa, who didn't even touch me that much, just used me as hugging a pillow or a blanket of sorts so it is wasn't that bad.

As to how my sleep went, I could barely fall asleep as the snores from Barbosa and his crew below kept me awake for most of the night. They were so incredibly loud it was enough to keep anyone awake, at least any normal person, which pirates weren't.

Even so, whenever I woke up the following day, Barbosa was still waking up as well, with one of his hands over my breasts and the other on my abdomen. I felt so humiliated and dirty at the feeling of his hands over me, but I simply coped with it as I reminded myself of the greater picture.

The Witch Nation needs a Queen, and that Queen needs mental and physical strenght, but she also needs to be on land. I don't know how to get to land, so I need these asshole's help, at least until I get to shore. I did, so I will just have to suck it up and deal with it, or I will be stranded again.