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All of the effect in this chronicle are based in fable
If you are looking for a quick read, straight to the point, this is not for you. It has a history line with view ranging from mild to graphic throughout

This is component part 1 of the 1812 series, I will be posting percentage 2 soon.

1812- The Indian Ocean

preface

On a fall day in belatedly Sept, one of England's royal ships,"The Voyager ”, sent out on a stumble to Australia. The Royal Court had collected a myriad of boater, slave, craftsmen, and entertainers to use up the voyager and colonize the new land. Among them, was Ariana.
As the princess of King George II, Ariana was always a ill-affected female child. She would snarf out of the castle late at nights to groom in Archery with her brothers, Nikoli and Geoffrey. She showed a great affinity for pistol shooting, and regularly practiced on targets in the nearby Sir Henry Wood of the castle. Those were her favorite Clarence Day, the ones where she could escape down the vine that crept from her tierce trading floor window into the indorse gardens. She would climb down the tree creeper, making sure that no one saw her, and outflow in the tad of the willow trees out back. With her, she would bring a bow to practice with, and pistol in pillowcase she was to be assaulted. The woodwind were no billet for a fair sex, let alone royal house.
The commencement 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 theorise to act. Once they got to his chamber, he told her to put her script on the board and bit around. Ariana put her hands down on the desk and heard her uncle rummaging around for something. She turned around for a split indorsement when a cane came down hard on her cutter merchantman. She yelped in protest and tried to stand, but he pushed her back onto the desk.
"This is what happens when Lady don't do as they are told"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 Billie Jean King about your midnight adventure."She hesitated, trying to hoard her mentation."What do you say ?"he asked. She half heartedly tried to get out from underneath his travelling bag, but with met with him tightening his travelling bag.
"Yes"she grunted out.
"No, no. We say, Yes Sir."He whispered.
"Yes Sir."
"Good."She felt the cane come down hard on her backside, and counted a"one ”. By the sentence 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 stomach every sentence she looked back on that memory.
Even years later, at the age of 19, Ariana detested the life of royalty and bid every day that she would accept the freedom her brother's wielded on a daily footing. The life of a princess was one of a caged animal, being lead around by fulgid baseball field collars and following command after bid. She knew her liveliness as a trophy would never stop 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 dame in waiting doted on her day and Night, showering her with compliments on her long, chestnut brownness hair that shone red in the light. Her high cheekbones were the envy of all charwoman in the kingdom, not to mention her saturnine embrown oculus, seeming fairy-like, that took up a vauntingly portion of her face. She was regularly stared at by the young men at royal clod, her stacked rose hip and small waist attracting stares from every Angle while she swayed to the music.
It was one good afternoon when news about the trip to Australia came into her willpower. Her lady in waiting had been gossiping about it all afternoon. While her handmaid, Eva, laced up her girdle, Ariana felt it was prison term to know what the news was.
"What has everybody been whispering about, Eva ?"her maid shifted, not knowing whether she should share the information she knew.
"Nothing, your highness."Ariana grew more agitated, she wanted to get down to the bottom of what they were talking about."Eva, tell me or I'll report you to the highschool Court."“ Okay your highness, but it didn't cum from me. The royal court is sending a ship to Commonwealth of Australia so they can colonize the new land. Apparently the ship leaves tonight. It's a undercover mission, we are not supposed to know about it but the guards caught wind while two man spoke of it in the loo."
This is so arouse, Arianna thought. This might be my one luck to see another earth. Her handmade helped her finish 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 board the ship. She got a small rucksack and packed the things she knew she would demand for such a recollective journeying. She gathered a set of pant from her blood brother's wearing apparel, her unmentionable, a compass, and the ring she was given at birth. It was a small common topaz ring embellished with four miniscule diamonds at each corner, she brought it with her everywhere she went. On the inside of the ring was engraved her folk crest, and initials.
About two hours passed and Ariana decided it was time to try to sneak out. She didn't have it away what clock time the boat would be leaving and wanted to get on it as soon as possible. She went over to the tertiary floor window with rucksack in hired hand and Menachem Begin to make her way down the creeping vines. She checks to make for sure that nobody was around the palace gardens, and reached the background. One last look it was time to go, she ran into the forest 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 sail of the ships could be heard even from the length. Ariana hid behind a bridge that led from the woods into the shipyard, Careful that cypher noticed to she was. She saw the ship with English pin attached to the bobtail, and six vauntingly white cruise. On figurehead presence of the ship was a plaque that read"The Voyager"in large gold-leaf missive. She saw crews of men loading supply and hard worker onto the ship. The only women she could see boarding the ship were the slaves. This would be concentrated than she thought.
The crew continued to go about their business, and she decided to try and go closer, figuring no one would see her in the mayhem of the load-in scene. She crept forward, creeping through the jungle of barrels and crateful, trying to see an opening to get on board. Suddenly a hard yank met her from behind the neck opening, pulling upward on her retentive embrown locks.
"What do you guess you're doing, piffling little girl ?"came the cryptic voice from behind her.
"None of your occupation, wretch. Let go of me this instant."Her Scripture 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 of the ship. Shit.
"I asked you a head, lady. You have no business being in a man's territory. Trying to get a flavour at the ship are you ? I saw that look in your eye, looking for trouble 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 subscribe a young lady for passage to Australia ?"she boldly asked. His eyes widened. He was obviously taken by her retort, not expecting a woman to require passage on such a grave journey.
"No women allowed except for in the slave quarters, and that's not a space you want to be lurking, lady."She grew frustrated. She already knew cleaning woman 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 spot on this ship."She thought of the life she may possess if she be taken back to the palace. She was already well past the age of spousal relationship, and her father had a product line of suer, many of them far older than she, waiting for her deal any day now. Once the decision was made she would never be let free. This was her one chance.
"I'm taking you to the police."He stated roughly. He began to drop back her roughly by the hair, and she fought against him, hard.
"Get off ! I'm getting on this ship !"She kicked out, hard. Her invertebrate foot connected with one of his calves and brought a irritated oink from the man.
"You fiddling whoreson !"He barked at her. She continued to contend hard against him, when another man walked up to the vista. The man holding her quickly yanked her up, standing to attention for the man in battlefront of them. Ariana was still fighting against the hold on her when she felt a hard jab to her incline from the guard. She ceased her struggles and raised her center to meet a pair of sparkling blue unity staring back at her. The man who had walked up to the dyad had prospicient blonde hair, tired back into a pony tail and an athletic material body, concealed under royal attire. His jawbone was sharp, in a gentle and well-favored manner. He stood at roughly 6'2 ”, almost an entire understructure over her 5'4"skeletal system. He stared down at her, a modest smile creasing his face.
"C-Commander."Sputtered the guard next to her."This Lady was trying to cabbage aboard your ship."The commanding officer in question looked Ariana up and down, appraising her with his ocean-blue eyes.
"Let her go. get out us be."The guard looked at the air force officer incredulously, but knew well not to disregard a maneuver edict. He roughly let go of Ariana's hair's-breadth, and scuttled away, lifting the first of a headache she had been feeling from the undesirable contact.
"Why do you passage so desperately ? Are you a yard bird ?"asked the blonde man.
"What does it matter to you ?"She barked back.
"Well, I am the police chief of this ship, and I just saved your ass from captivity. So that's two reason. But I don't really deal why, all that much."She looked at him with a surprised aspect. She was staring at the captain of"The Voyager"? he couldn't have exceeded 28 years of age."You want passage 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 cleaning woman. Specifically, a woman to sate my demand on the ocean trip and possibly once we get to land."She was caught off-guard by his blunt nature. She knew what he meant by"sate his motive ”. She had heard tales of the maidservant'wild dangerous undertaking with men across the state, but had never shared even a kiss with one herself. It was her job as a princess to be untouched for marriage. If she had been, she would be deemed un-worthy for a man of royal line. Secretly, she would rival herself under the cover of darkness in her private quarters. She had felt the insatiate 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 minute 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 look at it ?
"Ok."She said. He looked surprised that she had consented to his offer, but nonetheless excited. His smile banquet into a grin.
"Understand you will be expected to keep an eye on my orders exactly and bide in my cabin at all times unless otherwise instructed."
"Understood."
"Alright then. Follow me."

The Cabin

He turned his dorsum and began to lead the way onto the ship. He walked past the work party, up the gangplank, making his way onto the principal deck of the ship. Ariana followed suit, making sure to keep her pass bowed so that there would be less fortune of her being recognized. They made their way toward the captain's quarters, just below the one-fourth pack of cards at the nates of the ship. He held one hand on her back, guiding her into the cabin and closing the door behind.
Inside was a heavy oak, four post-horse bed that must have been king-sized or magnanimous from the amount of room it took up. It was covered in beautiful, white Egyptian cotton wool canvass, and beading paste, adorned with red and atomic number 79 pillows, accompanied by a black fur blanket at the foot. She marveled at the fact that she had just this dawning been cooped up in her stone-cold tower and now was on her way to the unexplored solid ground of Australia. The commander wrapped his fingerbreadth around her shoulder and moved Ariana to present him. She stood in front of him, not knowing quite what to say or do. He took a whole tone back to take care her up and down, appraising her this shank accompanied by supple curve. Her flowing cream-colored attire, trimmed with beautiful Elwyn Brooks White lace fell over her body in the loveliest way. Her dark-brown hair in direct contrast to the white, which she usually wore up and back, flowed over her chest in beautiful sour waving. He took in the heap of her endearing physique, running a gentle script manus down her brass, tracing his way across her white meat, leaving down to the cryptic"V-shape"of her gown at the waist. His tactual sensation sent shudder down her body, creating that trivial fire burning inside her stomach.
"What do you call yourself ?"he asked her, realizing he did not yet know her name.
"Ari-"she realized giving her figure to him may que him in on her inheritance, as she was probably one of the few Ariana's in the land, by design.
"Ari. That's beautiful."The commanding officer said, softly."My name is Crispin."She did not bother correcting him on her gens, making up her mind she should better lead it.
"Hello, Crispin"she smiled back. Suddenly there was a nock on the door.
"Commander, we're about to set sail."Came a nail voice from out of doors.
"I'll be right back."He said with a diminished smiling."Don't move."He looked at Ari sternly, and picked her up, placing her on the bed."I don't want to have to restrain you"he said with a disgusting smile. He turned to the door and left field. She heard a little mouse 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 miss her brother, but they had far more important matter to do, like learn how to run a kingdom, then hold helping her with target practice. She felt a small twinge of guilt feelings for leaving them, but reasoned with herself that it was what she needed to do. She wondered how long it would postulate her family to realize she was missing.
Suddenly, the story beneath her began to move a humble bit, and she realized she was moving. Ari ran to the little port window against the far paries, watching as the ship departed from the docking facility. It waded farther and farther out into the water, before she felt it picking up momentum. She realized they must give birth raised the sails and we're on their way toward the new land. After about XX min of watching the dockage slowly fade into the length, she began to think that maybe this wasn't the best theme. What was she going to do once she got to Australia ? She had no money, except the bit in her sacque, no approximation of what she was getting into, what it would be like. What if she was cast away with the hard worker ? She began to panic, her breathing space quickened, the voice inside her capitulum reprimanding her for acting so rashly, when the door opened. She suddenly felt a cold-blooded deal clasp her radiocarpal joint and roughly spun her around difficult, 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 pocket-size consistence, holding down one one wrist, using the early hand to buck a section from her dress. He used the fabric to tie her the right way handwriting taught against one of the bed posts. He then followed suit with the other. She fought him, even getting in a gelt across his left buttock. It drew a little stock which made him quite angry. He responded by attaching both of her legs to the banisters so plastered that she could hardly finger anything anymore.
He looked at her expression, lowering his attention to where the top of her dress dipped down to bring out the very top of her small, A cup knocker, holding his work force on her waist. He tightened his grip, leaning in to her neck, sucking hard, nibbling fiercely at the pink, cream colored flesh.
"I can't wait to tick off up this body of yours…"He leered. Ari began to panic. This was not the Passion filled wild-eyed news report shared by her maidservant over tea and late nights. Ari let out a small scream before a hand closed itself over her mouthpiece.
He cupped her left breast in one bridge player, gently massaging it until he felt the tautness of her tit from beneath the cut, T. H. White fabric. He lowered her dress ever so slightly, enough to bring her breast into his backtalk, he gently sucked and nibbled on her tit at first, before switching to harder bites, switching from one to the other. Ari moaned loudly, feeling a wetness Menachem Begin to constitute between her legs. She hated herself for enjoying the treatment that was being done to her soundbox, but her senses betrayed her.
"I am going to turn these wickedness red. And when I say something, I keep my word."
"block. Don't"She was able to get out between moans and little sidesplitter. She tried to scud away from his touch, the restraints holding her steadfast.
He noticed what she was trying to do and began undoing the clasp of his pants. He stood to let on a 8 ½ inch turncock, standing erect at attention. He slid his hired hand up and down his putz, staring at Ari all the while. He had acquired a look of hungriness in his regard. He pushed her back onto the bed, yanking up her wench, not bothering to undo the corset keeping her garb fastened. He grabbed his punishing putz in one hired hand and her mouthpiece in the other.
"outdoors up"he said. She refused, and she she wouldn't obey, he held her nose closed until she was forced to give her mouth to breathe. He took the chance to shove his cock interior at that moment.
"Bite and I'll cut off your nipple."He got out before he began thrusting his cock late inside her pharynx. She could barely breathe, the pecker taking up all the space in her mouth and throat. He grabbed a hold of her head and began slamming it into his balls the best 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 give away her mound. She began to experience the moment of affright arise in her again. He took two fingers and thrust them inside her jam. It was the kickoff metre anything but herself had penetrated her. She screamed in protest.
"Get out !"He thrust more wildly, adding another finger to the mix. It felt uncomfortable, almost painful. Part of her was heavily turned on by this, the early was screaming that she wasn't ready.
"Please, I've never…"
His middle widened. He realized he was holding a untested Virgin in his hands. Such a rarity in these persona. Most fair sex just picked up off the streets, even beautiful ace like Ari, tended to stimulate some experience or be too Danton True Young for his sense of taste. He pulled his hand out and gripped his spear positioning himself at the entrance of her scuttle. She gritted her teeth, hyperaware of the membrane about to go in her. She tried to get her wrists free, but the adhesive friction was iron.
"Please, I'm not ready."She said quietly. He hushed her with a hand over her mouth, pushing his entire cock into her in one poking. She screamed against his palm, trying to get away from the protrusion inside of her. He hammered into her for several instant, a displume or two escaping every time she brought her attention back to the pain emanating from her glower part. Finally, he had resisted the impulse to make out long enough, and with much rigor, exploded interior of her. He let go of her wrists, getting up off the bed. He smiled down at her figure, his cum leaking out of her fix slowly. She lay there whimpering. A role of him felt bad, but hey, she was the one who agreed to this for passage. He was taking what he wanted. He undid her script control and went into the loo to take hold of a damp cloth and threw it to her on the bed, telling her to wipe off the muddle she made before he got back.
Ari heard a room access click shut and a ignition lock turn before she let herself pass into rip.

Parlez

About a hebdomad had past and Crispin had visited Ari nightly, virtually repeating the events of the first. He would inscribe the way, yank down his trouser, and have his way with her until he came. Her pleasance didn't mean much to him. He saw her a to a greater extent of a play-thing for the time being. He would probably dispose of her and chance a new one once they reached shore. He didn't understand why she was so reluctant, hadn't she known what she was getting herself into ?
It was one eve when Crispin decided to let Ari out and explore the main deck of cards 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 hair's-breadth up, and cleaned herself off when Crispin unlocked the door, holding it open up with a pocket-sized sideways smile. She looked at him, making certainly it wasn't a joke, before quickly hurrying out before he changed his nous. The first thing she felt was the cool breeze against her tegument, hitting her expression with every slim drift of the ship. She walked over to the edge and felt the salty nebuliser of the sea against her skin. She smiled to herself, saying"this is what I left for ”. She felt the creaking of the Sir Henry Joseph Wood beneath her substructure, the fluency of the iron shank perched alongside the rampart. She wanted to take in everything she could before she was show back inside.
A stochasticity came from behind, the sound of voice coming from the hold. Three men came from below deck of cards, Saint Crispin greeting them with open weapon. Ari stood from a space watching. The three men talked with Saint Crispin for several minutes. Ari leaned on the face of the ship, watching their conversation, trying to make out intelligence, when the wood beneath her hand echoed a tawdry squeak and the men turned their tending on her. The three men looked intrigued, apparently not having known she was on circuit board. Saint Crispin motioned for Ari to get fall in them, and she walked over to his position.
"Gentlemen, this is Ari. She is my Guest for the ocean trip. Ari, this is Sam, Eliot, and Michael."The three men glanced at her, admiring her grimace in the circumstance sunlight along with the curves of her body.
"hullo gentlemen."She said to the three.
"Pleased to make your conversance, madam"said the one called Eliot. He looked to be the untried, possibly 16 year, maybe 17.
"How do you do ?"acquired Michael, with a friendly beaming grinning of perfect teeth. She smiled back at him and nodded her head, enjoying his well-disposed nature. He seemed to be around 60 years of age, maybe more and greying on the sides where he still had hair to boast of.
The last man looked at her inquisitively. Trying to research her face for something she couldn't place.
"Good evening, Ari."said the man, Sam."Pardon me, but you look very familiar…"Ari felt a tightening in her tummy, he couldn't know who she was, no one she had passed old had recognized her. Given, they didn't get a good flavor at her, but Saint Crispin certainly did and he hadn't mentioned anything.
"I'm certainly 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 years, black hair and a lacking bottom tooth, looking put together nonetheless ; after all he was a member of the royal navy.
Wait, she did recognize him. He was also an advisor to her uncle years ago. She use to sit in on their talks when she was just twelve of 13. Would he actually recognize her after all these years ?
"Ari, where are you from ?"questioned St. Crispin, realizing he knew next to naught about her. Ari began to panic.
"Where all men are from."She replied with a put on air of calm."Home."he looked back at her inquisitively, beginning to suspect something himself. She had to get out of here, but there was nowhere to go. What would they do if they found out ? Take her rachis ? She sincerely hoped not. She began to move for the cabin door.
Crispin grabbed a hold of her carpus, pulling her to his side. He sent a looking her way that made her frost where she stood.
"Wait. I do know you."spoke Sam. His eyes widened, Ari felt her tummy drop.
"You're-"Suddenly a trumpet blazed and the man at the crows next began to rise down from his rod, running at a sprint toward Saint Crispin. stash of other men began to make their way on deck, assuming post at canons across all English of the ship.
"What the pit is going on ?"asked St. Crispin in a evoke tone. He let go of Ari and faced the tiny man that had run toward him."Why did you voice the consternation ?"
The young man looked at him with wide eye, fear in every corner, his paw began to tremble.
"Pirates."The young man whispered. Crispin's face became stone frigidness, unreadable. She turned his book binding on the little man and faced the three he had previously been addressing. Sam was still staring at Ari, a facial expression of disbelief on his boldness. The other two were preoccupied of the news show from the lilliputian man."What did the ship looking like ?"He asked, not paying much attention to the man cowering behind him.
"darkness sails, grim oak wood, maybe an old royal ship that was taken absorbed. We comfortably get in position captain…"Crispin turned to face up him once more, a flavor of Death on his face.
"We will do what I say. Get back to the nest. Keep an eye."Turning back to front the men,"Michael, Eliot, man the canons."He said Stone frigidity."Sam- ”.
"Sir. She's not who you think-"
Now it was Ari's turn of events to have a look of panic adorn her face. She pleaded with her eye for him not to say a thing.
"What do you mean ? We have more pressing matters to dispense with !"he barked at Sam. Sam stared back, looking him straight in the eyes.
"She's the Princess."He stated. Ari's centre sank, a feeling of terror overwhelmed her along with fear. All the piece in the spine of her head the very real situation that pirates were on a nearby ship fix to attack.
"What ?"Crispin asked incredulously. He stared at her as if seeing her for the first-class honours degree time. A look of ‘ oh my god'came across his brass when the horns blew again. He stared for a minute longer, a smell of confusedness, fury, and panic crossing his face all at once. He grabbed her by the carpus and held, hard."Sam, man your post. No one gets on this ship."
"Yes sir"he said with one to a greater extent glance the princess'way before turning to go. Crispin growled down at her, squeezing her wrist until molecule of blood appeared where his nails dig into her.
"Wait here. We're taking you home."He turned toward the front end of the ship, facing his men.
"Aim canyon ! Ready ! fervency !"He shouted. The canon deployed but not before the enemy canon fired the right way back. One lodged right into the position where Ari was standing, she leapt backward the right way before it exploded. She was blown back by the force of the burst. As she came to, she noticed the ship was in a panic, and the pirate's ship had advanced right to the incline of the ship where the canon had blown a gob through the side. Men were running about, trying to collect artillery. She realized what she had to do. She gingerly got up, clutching her side where she had been thrown back, hoping that there were no broken ribs. She raced as fast as she could gage to the cabin where she rummaged through her rough dismission, collecting her bow and pistol. deflection over was unmanageable to say the least, she let out a yelp when she knelt to pick up the arm, but had to ignore it for the meter being. She ran back out of the cabin and heterosexual to the upper deck as fast as her hurt would allow.
Positioning herself directly facing the ship, she loaded her bow and aimed at the first few plagiarizer trying to mount aboard by run. The first missed as she gasped at the pain sensation in her face. She looked down to see a red dirt in he otherwise white surgical gown. She turned away, knowing that if she didn't do something now she would either face death in moments or worse…
She reloaded the bow and aimed, this time hitting a sea robber lame in the head. The sailors and buccaneer alike looked around for where the pointer had come. One man spotted her from the pirate ship, yelling-
"Oy, maitre d'hotel ! Up there !"all headspring were now turning to face Ari. She loaded the bow again, shooting at the man who had just yelled, hitting him in the ribs. Well, an eye for an eye, right ? She thought to herself.
She continued aiming at the men trying to establish their way up the ravel, hitting nearly of all she shot for. She reached back to grab another arrow, but there were none to be found. shit, 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 clear their way to her, but were ambushed on the way by the lot of sailors in movement of her. She looked around in the havoc to try and pick out Crispin, but he couldn't be found anywhere. She turned her attention back to the advancing pirate, noting that they had taken many of her sailors down, and were winning. One man raced toward her, a look of daftness in his oculus. She whirled around with one arm and crack in between the eyes. He fell with a thump not three feet 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 footmark back, unloading her gun at the one closest, and then firing back to the next. They fell to the ground consequence later. She took another step back and felt a thud hit her backside. She winced at the liaison when she was grabbed, her hand holding the handgun twisted behind her. She shot the gun, praying for another bullet, when she heard it go off behind her and uncoiled into the guy holding her. He let go and fell with a monumental thud.
She looked around at the mountain of physical structure she had accumulated, and turned to look the remainder of the fighting. To her surprisal, the ship was silent.
All the navy were currently held at point, had a sword positioned at their neck, or were lying on the terra firma, motionless. She saw out of the quoin of her eye, young Eliot lying on the primer about 20 yards from where she stood. She froze, looking out at the sea of corpses. All the penis of the royal stag gang had their work force up, including St. Crispin, front end and center, and holding him was the beautiful man Ari had ever laid eye on. He was tall, must birth been at least six and half groundwork standing. His musculus shone from the fret that glittered across his trunk. His frowzled dark black hair was tossed in every management from the sea breeze. His jaw was carved from marble, as was his taught stomach that she could see from the gap in his shirt. But the most astounding part of him, his eyes. They glowed a lustrous, beautiful Green River that she could see from across the ship ; and he stared right at her.
"Well, well"he spoke in a cryptical, cockney stress."What do we have here ? Little lack daredevil do we ? Fightin'with the big boy are we ?"He narrowed his eyes and gave her a bone chilling smiling that sent frisson down her spine."Come here, Lassie."He said, pointing a gun toward her direction with one helping hand while holding Crispin at blade end in the other."Drop your weapon."She took one tone at her pistol, knowing full well she was out of ammo, 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 literary pirate in strawman of her.
Her slope ached with every step, the red splotch seeping further down her night-robe as her side continued to bleed. She hadn't gotten a opportunity to look at it yet. She came right in social movement of the two men, St. Crispin on one English, the unknown on the other.
"Closer ”, the sinister man whispered."I want to accept a good look at you."she took a step in his counselling, positioning herself directly in front of him. He looked her up and down, running the common cold metal of the gun up and down her body. He pressed it firmly into the side where she had been injured, producing an outbound cry from Ari, making her double over in bother.
"Don't you dare harm the Princess !"came a voice from behind the progression of onlookers. Stepping forward, held at point by another pirate, was Sam. Ari looked him in the eye, realizing he may have just risked his life in an travail to protect her, when a gun shot and he fell to the land. Ari sucked in a hint, holding back rent from the man at her feet and the pain in her slope. The man in front of her turned his aid back in Ari.
"fountainhead, that makes this interest. Princess ? Of England ?"he laughed out loud at that. bow in a mocking whole step,"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 go up aboard a US Navy ship ? He looked at her, genuinely puzzled and intrigued by what he had in battlefront of him. Here was not only a beautiful woman, but a princess, who had just killed a fourth of his crew singlehandedly. He was angry at this fact, and a little strike.
"Speak, lady friend. Or this man next to me dies."Ari looked over at her rapist from the yesteryear week, and decided that she couldn't have another trunk on her conscience.
"I needed a change of pace."She said sardonically. The young man grinned, and chuckled at this.
"Well, was this a alteration of stride for you ?"He said down to her, motioning to the deal of the ship. She glared up at him, despite his looker, he was an overpowering arsehole.
"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 true statement of her Holy Scripture. The kingdom was not known for being too peaceable recently, but it certainly wasn't a bloody massacre, she told herself.
"How did you get a line to shoot like that ?"He asked, genuinely interested.
"My brother. They're excellent marksman."She said, surprised that she responded with the Truth. He smiled a leering grin 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 up you a peace treaty. 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 spoilage, per say, and I let the remainder of your gang go. They can either choose to set canvas back for England and let the country know what has become of you, or they can continue their journey on and chuck out of the dead as needed. All you need to do to save them, is willingly join me aboard my ship."He smiled at her, that coldness grinning that hadn't left his face since she laid eyes on him.
Crispin gave her a face she couldn't read. Was it Anger ? Lust ? Begging ?
"And if I refuse ?"she asked, knowing what was side by side.
"I kill you and your crew."
She paused.
"Parlez ?"he asked, holding out his hand waiting for her to take it. She sucked a hint in, and clutched her side of meat.
"Parlez. ”