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All of the result in this story are based in fabrication
If you are looking for a spry read, straight to the point in time, this is not for you. It has a story line with scenery ranging from mild to graphic throughout

This is office 1 of the 1812 series, I will be posting division 2 soon.

1812- The Indian ocean

Preface

On a descent day in latterly Sept, one of England's royal ships,"The Voyager ”, sent out on a trip-up to Australia. The Royal Court had collected a myriad of skimmer, slaves, craftsmen, and entertainers to take the voyager and colonize the new land. Among them, was Ariana.
As the princess of queen George II, Ariana was always a rebellious girlfriend. She would sneak out of the castle late at night to train in Archery with her brothers, Nikoli and Geoffrey. She showed a great affinity for side arm shot, and regularly practiced on targets in the nearby woods of the castle. Those were her favorite days, the unity where she could elude down the vine that crept from her tierce flooring window into the back gardens. She would climb down the creepers, making certainly that no one saw her, and relief valve in the ghost of the willow trees out back. With her, she would lend a bow to practice session with, and pistol in case she was to be assaulted. The Ellen Price Wood were no place for a woman, let alone royalty.
The foremost time she was caught escaping at the age of 10, her uncle was the one who found her. He dragged her back to the castle, leading her by the neck, lecturing her on how a young woman was think to act. Once they got to his bedchamber, he told her to put her hands on the table and turn around. Ariana put her handwriting down on the desk and heard her uncle rummaging around for something. She turned around for a split second when a cane came down hard on her stamp tush. She yelped in protest and tried to stand, but he pushed her back onto the desk.
"This is what happens when peeress don't do as they are distinguish"said her uncle."Now I want you to count to ten- one for each. If you make it to ten I won't tell the magnate about your midnight adventure."She hesitated, trying to accumulate her mentation."What do you say ?"he asked. She half heartedly tried to get out from underneath his handgrip, but with met with him tightening his grip.
"Yes"she grunted out.
"No, no. We say, Yes Sir."He whispered.
"Yes Sir."
"Good."She felt the cane come down hard on her rear end, and counted a"one ”. By the time he had reached"10"she was sure that she wouldn't be capable to sit down for at least a week- maybe two. She didn't know why, but she felt a tingling sensation in her tum every time she looked back on that memory.
Even years later, at the age of 19, Ariana detested the life of royalty and wished every day that she would have the freedom her brother's wielded on a daily basis. The life of a princess was one of a caged brute, being lead around by glinting adamant collars and following command after command. She knew her life history as a trophy would never finish as long as she remained in a castle.
As a princess, she was expected to be the beauty of the kingdom ; the envy of all early maidens. Her noblewoman in waiting doted on her day and night, showering her with compliments on her long, chestnut tree embrown hairsbreadth that shone red in the light. Her high-pitched zygomatic bone were the envy of all adult female in the realm, not to advert her obscure John Brown eye, seeming fairy-like, that took up a large percentage of her face. She was regularly stared at by the young men at royal testicle, her curvy hips and small waist attracting stares from every angle while she swayed to the music.
It was one afternoon when news about the slip to Australia came into her will power. Her lady in waiting had been gossiping about it all afternoon. While her handmaid, Eva, laced up her corset, Ariana felt it was meter to be intimate what the news was.
"What has everybody been whispering about, Eva ?"her maid shifted, not knowing whether she should share the selective information she knew.
"cipher, your highness."Ariana grew more stir up, she wanted to get down to the bottom of what they were talking about."Eva, tell me or I'll news report you to the High Court."“ O.K. your highness, but it didn't come from me. The royal court is sending a ship to Australia so they can colonize the new land. Apparently the ship leaves tonight. It's a secret mission, we are not supposed to know about it but the safeguard caught wind while two gentlemen spoke of it in the loo."
This is so sex, Arianna thought. This might be my one chance to see another world. Her handmade helped her destination getting ready for the day, and about an hour later she was left alone. She decided she was going to do it ; she was going to try to plug-in the ship. She got a small rucksack and packed the matter she knew she would need for such a long journeying. She gathered a set of drawers from her crony's clothes, her unmentionable, a compass, and the ring she was given at nascence. It was a small topaz ring embellished with four miniscule diamonds at each turning point, she brought it with her everywhere she went. On the interior of the pack was engraved her family tip, and initials.
About two hours passed and Ariana decided it was time to try to sneak out. She didn't cognise what time the gravy holder would be leaving and wanted to get on it as soon as potential. She went over to the third trading floor windowpane with rucksack in hired man and Begin to make her way down the creeping vines. She checks to spend a penny sure that nonentity was around the palace gardens, and reached the ground. One hold up facial expression it was time to go, she ran into the woodwind knowing that about a half mile due North was where the shipyard was. She retrieved her compass and began making her way north.

The Shipyard

The clanging in clattering of the sails of the ships could be heard even from the distance. Ariana hid behind a bridge that led from the Mrs. Henry Wood into the shipyard, Careful that nobody noticed to she was. She saw the ship with English language sword lily attached to the dock, and six large Andrew D. White sail. On front front of the ship was a brass that read"The Voyager"in large gold-leaf letters. She saw crowd of men loading supplies and slaves onto the ship. The only char she could see boarding the ship were the slaves. This would be harder than she thought.
The gang continued to go about their business, and she decided to try and move closer, figuring no one would see her in the havoc of the load-in fit. She crept forward, creeping through the jungle of barrels and crates, trying to find an opening night to get on circuit card. Suddenly a hard Yank met her from behind the neck, pulling upward on her farseeing John Brown ringlet.
"What do you think you're doing, slight girl ?"came the mysterious voice from behind her.
"None of your business, wretch. Let go of me this instant."Her words came out far more confident than she felt. The man in question turned her around and held her steadfast. She was facing one of the guard duty of the ship. Shit.
"I asked you a inquiry, lady. You have no stage business being in a man's territory. Trying to get a feel at the ship are you ? I saw that look in your eye, looking for worry is what it is."
She glared at him harshly, she wanted to spit on him for his condescending nature, but decided she was dying to get aboard the ship, and this may be just the opportunity she needed.
"What would it take a young peeress for passage to Australia ?"she boldly asked. His eyes widened. He was obviously taken by her riposte, not expecting a woman to want passage on such a grave journeying.
"No women allowed except for in the slave quarters, and that's not a seat you want to be lurking, lady."She grew thwarted. She already knew cleaning lady weren't allowed, and she was simply thankful he hadn't recognized her as royalty yet or she would be high-tailing it back to the palace in no time.
"I can pay you, but I need a patch on this ship."She thought of the life she may own if she be taken back to the palace. She was already well past the age of marriage, and her Father had a line of suitors, many of them far onetime than she, waiting for her hand any day now. Once the decision was made she would never be let free. This was her one prospect.
"I'm taking you to the police."He stated roughly. He began to draw her roughly by the hair, and she fought against him, hard.
"Get off ! I'm getting on this ship !"She kicked out, hard. Her foot connected with one of his sura and brought a get at grunt from the man.
"You little shit !"He barked at her. She continued to struggle hard against him, when another man walked up to the scene. The man holding her quickly yanked her up, standing to attending for the man in presence of them. Ariana was still fighting against the keep on her when she felt a hard jab to her side from the guard. She ceased her struggles and raised her oculus to meet a span of sparkling blue ones staring back at her. The man who had walked up to the twain had tenacious blonde pilus, tired back into a jigger tail and an athletic frame, concealed under royal stag attire. His jawbone was sharply, in a soft and well-favoured manner. He stood at roughly 6'2 ”, almost an full foot over her 5'4"material body. He stared down at her, a small grinning creasing his face.
"C-Commander."Sputtered the safety next to her."This lady was trying to sneak aboard your ship."The commander in question looked Ariana up and down, appraising her with his ocean-blue eyes.
"Let her go. Leave us be."The guard looked at the Commander incredulously, but knew well not to disregard a direct rules of order. He roughly let go of Ariana's hair, and scuttled away, lifting the beginnings of a head ache she had been feeling from the undesirable contact.
"Why do you passage so desperately ? Are you a yardbird ?"asked the blond man.
"What does it matter to you ?"She barked back.
"well, I am the captain of this ship, and I just saved your ass from incarceration. So that's two rationality. But I don't really care why, all that much."She looked at him with a surprised expression. She was staring at the sea captain of"The Voyager"? he couldn't have exceeded 28 geezerhood of age."You want transition on this ship ? I am going to need something in return."She stared back at him.
"I have money-"
"I don't need your money. I need a fair sex. Specifically, a woman to satiate my pauperization on the voyage and possibly once we get to land."She was caught off-guard by his blunt nature. She knew what he meant by"sate his needs ”. She had heard tale of the maids'rampantly dangerous undertaking with men across the country, but had never shared even a kiss with one herself. It was her job as a princess to be untouched for marriage ceremony. If she had been, she would be deemed un-worthy for a man of royalty. Secretly, she would touch herself under the cover of iniquity in her private quarters. She had felt the insatiable need to be touched since the age of fourteen. She would rub herself to orgasm almost nightly, but was never fully satisfied. She thought for a moment of this man's offer, and realized that if she went with him, she would probably never be deemed appropriate for marriage anyway. Why not just ingest it ?
"Ok."She said. He looked storm that she had consented to his offering, but nonetheless excited. His grinning spread into a grin.
"Understand you will be expected to follow my edict exactly and stick around in my cabin at all times unless otherwise instructed."
"Understood."
"Alright then. Follow me."

The Cabin

He turned his backrest and began to direct the way onto the ship. He walked past the crew, up the gangplank, making his way onto the main deck of the ship. Ariana followed suit, making sure enough to retain her head bowed so that there would be LE prospect of her being recognized. They made their way toward the sea captain's quarters, just below the quarter deck of cards at the buttocks of the ship. He held one hired man on her back, guiding her into the cabin and closing the door behind.
Inside was a large oak, four poster bed that must get been king-size or larger from the amount of room it took up. It was covered in beautiful, blanched Egyptian cotton canvas, and astragal feast, adorned with red and gold pillows, accompanied by a black fur blanket at the substructure. She marveled at the fact that she had just this first light been cooped up in her stone-cold tower and now was on her way to the unexplored farming of Australia. The commander wrapped his finger around her shoulder and moved Ariana to look him. She stood in nominal head of him, not knowing quite what to say or do. He took a step back to look her up and down, appraising her this shank accompanied by lissome curves. Her flowing cream-colored dress, trimmed with beautiful white lace fell over her body in the loveliest way. Her dark-brown hair in contrast to the whitened, which she usually wore up and back, flowed over her breasts in beautiful drab waves. He took in the spate of her lovely systema skeletale, running a blue-blooded hand hand down her impertinence, tracing his way across her breasts, leaving down to the deep"V-shape"of her gown at the waist. His advert sent shivers down her body, creating that little ardour burning inside her stomach.
"What do you prognosticate yourself ?"he asked her, realizing he did not yet know her name.
"Ari-"she realized giving her gens to him may que him in on her inheritance, as she was probably one of the few Ariana's in the realm, by excogitation.
"Ari. That's beautiful."The commanding officer said, softly."My name is Crispin."She did not bother correcting him on her epithet, making up her creative thinker she should better leave it.
"hullo, Crispin"she smiled back. Suddenly there was a nock on the door.
"commanding officer, we're about to set sail."Came a booming voice from alfresco.
"I'll be right back."He said with a small smile."Don't move."He looked at Ari sternly, and picked her up, placing her on the bed."I don't want to own to confine you"he said with a foul smile. He turned to the doorway and leftfield. She heard a diminished click of a lock behind him as he walked away. She sat huddled on the bed. It was really happening. She thought briefly about how she would overleap her brothers, but they had far more authoritative things to do, like learn how to run a realm, then stay fresh helping her with fair game recitation. She felt a diminished twinge of guilt for leaving them, but reasoned with herself that it was what she needed to do. She wondered how farseeing it would take her house to realize she was missing.
Suddenly, the floor beneath her began to affect a pocket-size bit, and she realized she was moving. Ari ran to the small porthole window against the far paries, watching as the ship departed from the docks. It waded farther and farther out into the H2O, before she felt it picking up momentum. She realized they must possess raised the sails and we're on their way toward the new res publica. After about twenty minutes of watching the pier slowly fade into the space, she began to think that maybe this wasn't the best idea. What was she going to do once she got to Australia ? She had no money, except the bit in her chemise, no idea of what she was getting into, what it would be like. What if she was cast away with the striver ? She began to panic, her breathing spell quickened, the voice inside her headspring reprimanding her for acting so rashly, when the door opened. She suddenly felt a cold script clasp her wrists and roughly spin her around intemperately, looking into her eyes with a cold expression.
"I told you, don't move."He grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her up onto the bed. She fought against his hands gripping her but it was no use. He forced himself on top of her humble body, holding down one one radiocarpal joint, using the early hand to tear a office from her dress. He used the fabric to tie her mighty hand taught against one of the bed Wiley Post. He then followed courting with the other. She fought him, even getting in a clams across his allow brass. It drew a little line which made him quite tempestuous. He responded by attaching both of her legs to the banisters so tight that she could hardly palpate anything anymore.
He looked at her face, lowering his attending to where the top of her apparel dipped down to let on the very top of her lowly, A cup breasts, holding his hired man on her waist. He tightened his hold, leaning in to her cervix, sucking hard, nibbling fiercely at the pink, pick colored flesh.
"I can't wait to mark off up this body of yours…"He leered. Ari began to panic. This was not the passion filled quixotic stories shared by her maidservant over tea and recent night. Ari let out a humble scream before a hand closed itself over her backtalk.
He cupped her left breast in one helping hand, gently massaging it until he felt the tension of her mamilla from beneath the fragile, Patrick Victor Martindale White fabric. He lowered her wearing apparel ever so slightly, enough to bring her bosom into his mouth, he gently sucked and nibbled on her nipple at first, before switching to harder bites, switching from one to the other. Ari moaned loudly, feeling a wetness Menachem Begin to imprint between her legs. She hated herself for enjoying the intervention that was being done to her consistence, but her senses betrayed her.
"I am going to turn these disconsolate red. And when I say something, I keep my word."
"Stop. Don't"She was able-bodied to get out between moans and little riot. She tried to scoot away from his touch, the restraint holding her steadfast.
He noticed what she was trying to do and began undoing the clasp of his pants. He stood to reveal a 8 ½ inch dick, standing erect at attention. He slid his paw up and down his prick, staring at Ari all the patch. He had acquired a look of hungriness in his gaze. He pushed her back onto the bed, yanking up her bird, not bothering to untie the corset keeping her dress fastened. He grabbed his voiceless stopcock in one hand and her sass in the other.
"out-of-doors up"he said. She refused, and she she wouldn't obey, he held her nose closed until she was forced to open her sassing to rest. He took the opportunity to thrust his cock inside at that moment.
"morsel and I'll cut off your nipple."He got out before he began thrusting his stopcock deep inside her pharynx. She could barely breathe, the peter taking up all the outer space in her mouth and throat. He grabbed a hold of her head and began slamming it into his balls the beneficial he could with the emplacement she was in. he pulled out after several minutes, Ari coughing up pre-cum and saliva.
He yanked down her undergarments to reveal her hammock. She began to experience the moment of panic arise in her again. He took two fingers and pierce them inside her hole. It was the first time anything but herself had penetrated her. She screamed in protest.
"Get out !"He thrust more wildly, adding another finger's breadth to the mix. It felt uncomfortable, almost painful. character of her was heavily turned on by this, the other was screaming that she wasn't ready.
"Please, I've never…"
His eyes widened. He realized he was holding a youth virgin in his hands. Such a tenuity in these parts. nigh women just picked up off the streets, even beautiful 1 like Ari, tended to have some experience or be too young for his taste. He pulled his hand out and gripped his lance positioning himself at the entrance of her opening. She gritted her tooth, hyperaware of the membrane about to enter her. She tried to get her wrists free, but the hairgrip was iron.
"Please, I'm not ready."She said quietly. He hushed her with a hired man over her rima oris, pushing his entire peter into her in one thrust. She screamed against his palm, trying to get away from the excrescence inside of her. He hammered into her for various minutes, a tear or two escaping every time she brought her attention back to the pain emanating from her grim regions. Finally, he had resisted the urge to come long enough, and with often hardship, exploded inside of her. He let go of her wrist joint, getting up off the bed. He smiled down at her figure, his cum leaking out of her hole slowly. She lay there whimpering. A part of him felt bad, but hey, she was the one who agreed to this for musical passage. He was taking what he wanted. He undid her deal simpleness and went into the loo to take hold of a soften cloth and threw it to her on the bed, telling her to wipe off the mess she made before he got back.
Ari heard a door dog shut and a lock turn before she let herself return into tears.

Parlez

About a calendar week had past and Crispin had visited Ari nightly, virtually repeating the events of the first. He would enter the room, yank down his pant, and give birth his way with her until he came. Her pleasure didn't mean often to him. He saw her a more of a play-thing for the clock time being. He would probably dispose of her and find out a new one once they reached shore. He didn't understand why she was so loth, hadn't she known what she was getting herself into ?
It was one evening when Crispin decided to let Ari out and explore the chief deck for a while. Ari was excited. She hadn't left her room for over a week. The sun was beginning to set as she pinned her tomentum up, and cleaned herself off when Crispin unlocked the threshold, holding it open with a small sideways smile. She looked at him, making sure it wasn't a joke, before quickly hurrying out before he changed his mind. The inaugural thing she felt was the cool breeze against her cutis, hitting her grimace with every slight move of the ship. She walked over to the edge and felt the salty nebulizer of the sea against her skin. She smiled to herself, saying"this is what I left for ”. She felt the creak of the wood beneath her feet, the smoothness of the smoothing iron cannon perched alongside the wall. She wanted to carry in everything she could before she was ushered back inside.
A noise came from behind, the audio of voices coming from the clasp. Three men came from below deck, Saint Crispin greeting them with assailable sleeve. Ari stood from a distance observance. The three men talked with Crispin for several minute. Ari leaned on the face of the ship, watching their conversation, trying to make out Book, when the Mrs. Henry Wood beneath her hand echoed a tacky squeak and the men turned their attention on her. The three men looked intrigued, apparently not having known she was on instrument panel. Crispin motioned for Ari to number bring together them, and she walked over to his side.
"valet, this is Ari. She is my guest for the voyage. Ari, this is Sam, Eliot, and Michael."The three men glanced at her, admiring her fount in the place setting sunlight along with the curvature of her body.
"Hello gentlemen."She said to the three.
"Pleased to prepare your acquaintance, brothel keeper"said the one called Eliot. He looked to be the youngest, possibly 16 years, maybe 17.
"How do you do ?"acquired Michael, with a favorable beaming smile of consummate teeth. She smiled back at him and nodded her head, enjoying his friendly nature. He seemed to be around 60 age of age, maybe more and greying on the sides where he still had hair to boast of.
The final man looked at her inquisitively. Trying to search her brass for something she couldn't place.
"Good eventide, Ari."said the man, Sam."Pardon me, but you look very familiar…"Ari felt a tightening in her stomach, he couldn't know who she was, no one she had passed previous had recognized her. Given, they didn't get a trade good expression at her, but Crispin certainly did and he hadn't mentioned anything.
"I'm sure as shooting I would remember a face such as yours."She replied calmly, feeling the tension build within her. The man staring her up and down was around 40 eld, melanize hair and a missing butt tooth, looking put together nonetheless ; after all he was a member of the royal United States Navy.
Wait, she did recognize him. He was also an adviser to her uncle twelvemonth ago. She use to sit in on their lecture when she was just twelve of thirteen. Would he actually recognize her after all these year ?
"Ari, where are you from ?"questioned St. Crispin, realizing he knew side by side to aught about her. Ari began to panic.
"Where all men are from."She replied with a false air of calm."Home."he looked back at her inquisitively, beginning to distrust something himself. She had to get out of here, but there was nowhere to go. What would they do if they found out ? learn her back ? She sincerely hoped not. She began to move for the cabin door.
St. Crispin grabbed a hold of her carpus, pulling her to his slope. He sent a look her way that made her freeze where she stood.
"hold. I do have intercourse you."spoke Sam. His centre widened, Ari felt her venter drop.
"You're-"Suddenly a tusk blazed and the man at the gasconade next began to climb down from his perch, running at a sprint toward Crispin. Hoards of other men began to name their way on deck of cards, assuming position at canon across all sides of the ship.
"What the hell is going on ?"asked Crispin in a fire tone. He let go of Ari and faced the tiny man that had run toward him."Why did you sound the alarm ?"
The young man looked at him with all-encompassing eyes, care in every quoin, his hand began to tremble.
"Pirates."The young man whispered. Crispin's facial expression became stone cold, indecipherable. She turned his binding on the little man and faced the three he had previously been addressing. Sam was still staring at Ari, a look of mental rejection on his human face. The other two were preoccupied of the intelligence from the tiny man."What did the ship smell like ?"He asked, not paying lots attending to the man cowering behind him.
"nighttime cruise, dark oak woodwind, maybe an old royal ship that was taken wrapped. We expert get in position captain…"Crispin turned to look him once more, a look of destruction on his cheek.
"We will do what I say. Get back to the nest. restrain an eye."Turning back to face the men,"Michael, George Eliot, man the canons."He said stone cold."Sam- ”.
"Sir. She's not who you think-"
Now it was Ari's turn to feature a feel of panic adorn her face. She pleaded with her eyes for him not to say a matter.
"What do you have in mind ? We have more compress matters to deal with !"he barked at Sam. Sam stared back, looking him square in the eyes.
"She's the Princess."He stated. Ari's heart sank, a impression of panic overwhelmed her along with fear. All the patch in the back of her creative thinker the very substantial situation that pirates were on a nearby ship ready to attack.
"What ?"Saint Crispin asked incredulously. He stared at her as if seeing her for the first time. A look of ‘ oh my god'came across his boldness when the car horn blew again. He stared for a moment longer, a expression of confusion, vehemence, and terror crossing his face all at once. He grabbed her by the wrist and held, hard."Sam, man your post. No one gets on this ship."
"Yes sir"he said with one more coup d'oeil the princess'way before turning to go. Crispin growled down at her, squeezing her wrist until specks of roue appeared where his nails dig into her.
"postponement here. We're taking you home."He turned toward the front of the ship, facing his men.
"Aim canon ! Ready ! Fire !"He shouted. The canons deployed but not before the enemy canon fired right wing back. One lodged right into the incline where Ari was standing, she leapt backward decent before it exploded. She was blown back by the force of the blowup. As she came to, she noticed the ship was in a panic, and the plagiariser's ship had advanced right to the side of meat of the ship where the canon had blown a hole through the side. Men were running about, trying to pull in weapon. She realized what she had to do. She gingerly got up, clutching her slope where she had been thrown back, hoping that there were no broken ribs. She raced as fast as she could bet on to the cabin where she rummaged through her rasping sack, collecting her bow and pistol. Bending over was hard to say the least, she let out a yelp when she knelt to pick up the weapon, but had to ignore it for the time being. She ran back out of the cabin and heterosexual to the upper deck of cards as fast as her hurt would allow.
Positioning herself directly facing the ship, she loaded her bow and aimed at the outset few sea robber trying to climb aboard by ladder. The first of all missed as she gasped at the painful sensation in her side. She looked down to see a red mark in he otherwise white gown. She turned away, knowing that if she didn't do something now she would either face up end in moments or worse…
She reloaded the bow and aimed, this meter hitting a Pirate public square in the head. The sailors and sea robber alike looked around for where the pointer had come. One man spotted her from the pirate ship, yelling-
"Oy, Captain ! Up there !"all heads were now turning to human face Ari. She loaded the bow again, shooting at the man who had just yelled, hitting him in the rib. Well, an eye for an eye, right ? She thought to herself.
She continued aiming at the men trying to create their way up the ladder, hitting almost of all she shot for. She reached back to take hold of another arrow, but there were none to be found. dogshit, she thought. She withdrew her pistol from her garter, but men had already begun racing aboard the ship and fighting tooth and nail. Many tried to stimulate their way to her, but were ambushed on the way by the spate of sailors in front of her. She looked around in the mayhem to try and blemish Crispin, but he couldn't be found anywhere. She turned her care back to the advancing buccaneer, noting that they had taken many of her bluejacket down, and were winning. One man raced toward her, a feel of craziness in his centre. She whirled around with one arm and shot in between the centre. He fell with a thump not three understructure away from her. Two men barreled toward her one, she shot but missed at one, turning her attention back to the other. She took a step back, unloading her gun at the one closest, and then firing back to the side by side. They fell to the ground moments later. She took another dance step back and felt a thud hit her back end. She winced at the inter-group communication when she was snaffle, her paw holding the pistol twisted behind her. She shot the gun, praying for another hummer, when she heard it go off behind her and straight into the guy holding her. He let go and fell with a massive thud.
She looked around at the down of organic structure she had accumulated, and turned to face the ease of the fight. To her surprisal, the ship was mum.
All the US Navy were currently held at point, had a sword positioned at their neck, or were lying on the primer, motionless. She saw out of the street corner of her eye, young Eliot lying on the ground about 20 yards from where she stood. She froze, looking out at the sea of corpses. All the members of the royal stag crew had their hands up, including Crispin, straw man and centre of attention, and holding him was the beautiful man Ari had ever laid eyes on. He was magniloquent, must have been at least six and half human foot standing. His sinew shone from the exertion that glittered across his body. His tousled dark black hair was tossed in every way from the sea air. His jaw was carved from marble, as was his instruct tummy that she could see from the gap in his shirt. But the most astounding part of him, his eye. They glowed a brightly, beautiful green that she could see from across the ship ; and he stared right at her.
"Well, well"he spoke in a deep, cockney accent."What do we bear here ? niggling miss hothead do we ? Fightin'with the big son are we ?"He narrowed his oculus and gave her a bone chilling smiling that sent shivers down her back."seed here, Lassie."He said, pointing a gun toward her counselling with one hand while holding Crispin at swords end in the other."fall your weapon."She took one looking at at her pistol, knowing fully well she was out of ammunition, and realized she had no choice but to follow his orders. She dropped the gun to her side, and began making her way toward the handsome, dangerous pirate in front of her.
Her face ached with every step, the red splotch seeping further down her nightgown as her side continued to bleed. She hadn't gotten a luck to look at it yet. She came right in front of the two men, Saint Crispin on one English, the alien on the other.
"Closer ”, the dark man whispered."I want to have a safe tone at you."she took a whole step in his management, positioning herself directly in front line of him. He looked her up and down, running the coldness metallic element of the gun up and down her body. He pressed it firmly into the slope where she had been injured, producing an outward-bound cry from Ari, making her double over in pain in the ass.
"Don't you dare harm the Princess !"came a interpreter from behind the advancement of onlookers. Stepping forward, held at gunpoint by another sea robber, was Sam. Ari looked him in the eye, realizing he may have just risked his biography in an attempt to protect her, when a gun guessing and he fell to the priming. Ari sucked in a breath, holding back split from the man at her groundwork and the pain in her side. The man in presence of her turned his attention back in Ari.
"wellspring, that makes this interesting. Princess ? Of England ?"he laughed out loud at that. Bowing in a mocking timbre,"Your highness ..."He said, dripping with irony. The rest of the pirates laughed out loud at this. He stood back up, facing her."Now how did you climb aboard a naval forces ship ? He looked at her, genuinely puzzled and intrigued by what he had in front of him. Here was not only a beautiful cleaning lady, but a princess, who had just killed a fourth of his crew singlehandedly. He was tempestuous at this fact, and a picayune ingrain.
"Speak, girl. Or this man next to me dies."Ari looked over at her rapist from the past workweek, and decided that she couldn't have another torso on her conscience.
"I needed a change of pace."She said sardonically. The untested man grinned, and chuckled at this.
"Well, was this a variety of pace for you ?"He said down to her, motioning to the mess of the ship. She glared up at him, despite his beauty, he was an overwhelm asshole.
"No actually"she said dripping with sarcasm,"this is exactly what it's like in the palace. We're just more discrete about it."She flinched at the trueness of her actor's line. The kingdom was not known for being too peaceful recently, but it certainly wasn't a fucking carnage, she told herself.
"How did you learn to charge like that ?"He asked, genuinely matter to.
"My brother. They're excellent marksman."She said, surprised that she responded with the truth. He smiled a leering smile at her, as if he had an idea forming in his head.
"Parlez."He said, grinning at her. She looked at him inquisitively.
"Parlez ?"
"I want to offer you a repose accord. Under my terms, of course."She looked him questioningly in the eye, before nodding for him to go on."You come with me, as my prisoner, my war spoil, per say, and I let the remainder of your gang go. They can either select to set sail back for England and let the country make love what has become of you, or they can persist in their journey on and dispose of the deadened as needed. All you need to do to save them, is willingly fall in me aboard my ship."He smiled at her, that insensate smile that hadn't left his boldness since she laid eyes on him.
St. Crispin gave her a feeling she couldn't read. Was it Anger ? Lust ? mendicancy ?
"And if I refuse ?"she asked, knowing what was future.
"I kill you and your crew."
She paused.
"Parlez ?"he asked, holding out his mitt waiting for her to need it. She sucked a breath in, and clutched her side of meat.
"Parlez. ”