note of hand to lecturer ; This work is copy-write 2016
All of the result in this story are based in fable
If you are looking for a quick read, straight to the full point, this is not for you. It has a narration rail line with tantrum ranging from mild to graphic throughout

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

1812- The Native American ocean

Preface

On a Fall day in belatedly September, one of England's regal ships,"The Voyager ”, sent out on a trip to Australia. The Royal Court had collected a 10000 of Panama, slave, craftsmen, and entertainers to engage the voyager and colonise the new demesne. Among them, was Ariana.
As the princess of king George II, Ariana was always a ill-affected girl. She would swipe out of the castle late at nights to train in Archery with her comrade, Nikoli and Geoffrey. She showed a big affinity for shooting iron shooting, and regularly practiced on targets in the nearby woodwind instrument of the castle. Those were her pet sidereal day, the I where she could get off down the vine that crept from her third base window into the game gardens. She would climb up down the creepers, making sure that no one saw her, and outflow in the tint of the willow trees out back. With her, she would make for a bow to practice with, and shooting iron in case she was to be assaulted. The Wood were no stead for a woman, let alone royal line.
The first 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 suppose to act. Once they got to his chambers, he told her to put her mitt on the table and turn of events around. Ariana put her manus down on the desk and heard her uncle rummaging around for something. She turned around for a snag second when a cane came down hard on her tender bottom. She yelped in objection and tried to stick out, but he pushed her back onto the desk.
"This is what happens when ladies don't do as they are severalise"said her uncle."Now I want you to bet to ten- one for each. If you make it to ten I won't tell the king about your midnight adventure."She hesitated, trying to hoard her thoughts."What do you say ?"he asked. She half heartedly tried to get out from underneath his suitcase, 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 backside, and counted a"one ”. By the clock time he had reached"10"she was for certain that she wouldn't be able 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 time she looked back on that memory.
Even years later, at the age of 19, Ariana detested the sprightliness of royalty and wish well every day that she would have the freedom her brother's wielded on a casual basis. The life of a princess was one of a caged fauna, being lead around by fulgid diamond collars and following program line after dictation. She knew her aliveness as a prize would never quit as long as she remained in a palace.
As a princess, she was expected to be the beaut of the realm ; the envy of all former maiden over. Her peeress in waiting doted on her day and night, showering her with wish on her hanker, chestnut tree John Brown whisker that shone red in the light. Her high cheekbones were the envy of all womanhood in the kingdom, not to observe her dark Brown eyes, seeming fairy-like, that took up a boastfully portion of her expression. She was regularly stared at by the young men at royal balls, her curvaceous hips and low waist attracting stares from every angle while she swayed to the music.
It was one afternoon when intelligence about the tripper to Australia came into her possession. Her ladies in waiting had been gossiping about it all good afternoon. While her handmaiden, Eva, laced up her corset, Ariana felt it was time to know what the news was.
"What has everybody been whispering about, Eva ?"her housemaid shifted, not knowing whether she should share the information she knew.
"Nothing, your highness."Ariana grew more rouse, she wanted to get down to the merchantman of what they were talking about."Eva, narrate me or I'll report you to the High Court."“ Okay your highness, but it didn't come from me. The royal court of justice is sending a ship to Australia so they can colonise the new earth. Apparently the ship leaves tonight. It's a secret delegation, we are not supposed to lie with about it but the safeguard caught wind while two valet de chambre spoke of it in the loo."
This is so exciting, Arianna thought. This might be my one chance to see another world. Her handmade helped her finis 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 back pack and packed the things she knew she would necessitate for such a prospicient journeying. She gathered a set of drawers from her brother's clothes, her undergarments, a compass, and the anchor ring she was given at nascence. It was a little topaz ring embellished with four miniscule diamonds at each quoin, she brought it with her everywhere she went. On the inside of the pack was engraved her sept tip, and initials.
About two 60 minutes passed and Ariana decided it was clip to try to pilfer out. She didn't know what time the boat would be leaving and wanted to get on it as soon as potential. She went over to the tertiary floor window with rucksack in bridge player and Menachem Begin to reach her way down the crawling vines. She checks to make certainly that nobody was around the palace gardens, and reached the solid ground. One last feeling it was time to go, she ran into the woodwind instrument knowing that about a half statute 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 canvass of the ships could be heard even from the aloofness. Ariana hid behind a bridge that led from the forest into the shipyard, Careful that nonentity noticed to she was. She saw the ship with side signal flag attached to the sorrel, and six prominent livid sails. On presence front of the ship was a plaque that read"The Voyager"in with child gold-leaf letters. She saw crews of men loading provision and slave onto the ship. The solely fair sex she could see boarding the ship were the slaves. This would be harder than she thought.
The crew continued to go about their business organisation, and she decided to try and displace closer, figuring no one would see her in the havoc of the load-in vista. She crept forward, creeping through the jungle of barrels and crates, trying to find an first step to get on board. Suddenly a firmly Yankee met her from behind the cervix, pulling upward on her long brown lock.
"What do you remember you're doing, short young woman ?"came the mystic interpreter 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 safety device of the ship. Shit.
"I asked you a question, lady. You have no stage business being in a man's dominion. Trying to get a looking at at the ship are you ? I saw that look in your eyes, looking for worry is what it is."
She glared at him harshly, she wanted to sprinkle 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 Pres Young ma'am for handing over to Commonwealth of Australia ?"she boldly asked. His eyes widened. He was obviously taken by her comeback, not expecting a woman to want handing over on such a serious journey.
"No women allowed except for in the slave living quarters, and that's not a post you want to be lurking, lady."She grew frustrated. She already knew cleaning lady weren't allowed, and she was simply thankful he hadn't recognized her as royal house 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 castle. She was already well past the age of marriage, and her Father-God had a line of wooer, many of them far older than she, waiting for her hired man any day now. Once the determination was made she would never be let complimentary. This was her one opportunity.
"I'm taking you to the police."He stated roughly. He began to drag her roughly by the tomentum, and she fought against him, hard.
"Get off ! I'm getting on this ship !"She kicked out, hard. Her ft connected with one of his calves and brought a nettled grunt from the man.
"You little stool !"He barked at her. She continued to fight hard against him, when another man walked up to the picture. The man holding her quickly yanked her up, standing to tending for the man in front of them. Ariana was still fighting against the hold on her when she felt a hard jab to her side from the safety. She ceased her struggles and raised her eyes to come across a pair of sparkling risque single staring back at her. The man who had walked up to the pair had long blonde hairsbreadth, tired back into a pony tail and an acrobatic frame, concealed under royal attire. His jawbone was piercing, in a soft and well-favored way. He stood at roughly 6'2 ”, almost an total foot over her 5'4"figure. He stared down at her, a small smiling creasing his face.
"C-Commander."Sputtered the guard next to her."This lady was trying to sneak aboard your ship."The commanding officer in question looked Ariana up and down, appraising her with his ocean-blue eyes.
"Let her go. entrust us be."The guard looked at the commandant incredulously, but knew well not to disregard a lead social club. He roughly let go of Ariana's hair, and scuttled away, lifting the beginnings of a headache she had been feeling from the unwanted contact.
"Why do you passage so desperately ? Are you a yardbird ?"asked the blonde man.
"What does it matter to you ?"She barked back.
"well, I am the senior pilot of this ship, and I just saved your ass from incarceration. So that's two understanding. But I don't really give care why, all that much."She looked at him with a surprised facial expression. She was staring at the skipper of"The Voyager"? he couldn't have exceeded 28 years of age."You want passage on this ship ? I am going to call for something in return."She stared back at him.
"I have money-"
"I don't need your money. I need a woman. Specifically, a woman to fill my demand 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 tarradiddle of the maids'angry adventures with men across the land, but had never shared even a candy 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 royalty. Secretly, she would reach herself under the cover of darkness in her individual fourth part. She had felt the unsatiable pauperism 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 take it ?
"Ok."She said. He looked surprised that she had consented to his offer, but nonetheless excited. His smile spread into a grin.
"Understand you will be expected to follow my fiat exactly and ride out in my cabin at all times unless otherwise instructed."
"Understood."
"Alright then. Follow me."

The Cabin

He turned his back and began to top the way onto the ship. He walked past the crew, up the gangplank, making his way onto the main deck of cards of the ship. Ariana followed suit, making sure to keep her head bowed so that there would be less chance of her being recognized. They made their way toward the captain's one-quarter, just below the poop deck at the rear of the ship. He held one hand on her back, guiding her into the cabin and closing the room access behind.
interior was a vauntingly oak, four poster bed that must own been king-sized or orotund from the amount of room it took up. It was covered in beautiful, white Egyptian cotton plant flat solid, and bead spreadhead, adorned with red and gold pillows, accompanied by a smutty fur blanket at the foot. She marveled at the fact that she had just this morning been cooped up in her stone-cold pillar and now was on her way to the undiscovered land of Australia. The air force officer wrapped his finger around her articulatio humeri and moved Ariana to look him. She stood in battlefront of him, not knowing quite what to say or do. He took a stair back to face her up and down, appraising her this waist accompanied by supple curvature. Her flowing cream-colored frock, trimmed with beautiful snowy lace fell over her soundbox in the loveliest way. Her brownish hair in demarcation to the White, which she usually wore up and back, flowed over her breasts in beautiful morose moving ridge. He took in the great deal of her lovely bod, running a gentle mitt hand down her cheek, tracing his way across her breasts, leaving down to the deep"V-shape"of her night-robe at the waistline. His touch sent thrill down her body, creating that little 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 name to him may que him in on her heritage, as she was probably one of the few Ariana's in the kingdom, by aim.
"Ari. That's beautiful."The Commander said, softly."My name is Crispin."She did not bother correcting him on her figure, making up her mind she should better bequeath it.
"hello, St. Crispin"she smiled back. Suddenly there was a nock on the door.
"Commander, we're about to set sail."Came a din voice from exterior.
"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 have to keep you"he said with a wicked smile. He turned to the room access and left. She heard a small chink 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 buddy, but they had far more important things to do, like learn how to run a kingdom, then keep helping her with target exercise. She felt a small twinge of guilt for leaving them, but reasoned with herself that it was what she needed to do. She wondered how long it would take her family to understand she was missing.
Suddenly, the floor beneath her began to move a small bit, and she realized she was moving. Ari ran to the small porthole window against the far wall, watching as the ship departed from the wharf. It waded farther and farther out into the water, before she felt it picking up momentum. She realized they must have raised the sails and we're on their way toward the new farming. After about twenty minutes of watching the loading dock slowly fade into the space, she began to retrieve 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 sack, no theme 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 intimation quickened, the voice inside her head reprimanding her for acting so rashly, when the room access opened. She suddenly felt a cold script clasp her wrists and roughly spun her around hard, looking into her eyes with a cold expression.
"I told you, don't move."He grabbed her by the shank 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 small-scale trunk, holding down one one wrist, using the other hand to shoot a part from her dress. He used the material to tie her right helping hand taught against one of the bed posts. He then followed lawsuit with the other. She fought him, even getting in a sugar across his lead nerve. It drew a little blood which made him quite wild. He responded by attaching both of her legs to the banisters so tight that she could hardly feel anything anymore.
He looked at her grimace, lowering his aid to where the top of her dress dipped down to expose the very top of her small, A cup breast, holding his manpower on her shank. He tightened his handgrip, leaning in to her neck, sucking severe, nibbling fiercely at the garden pink, ointment colored flesh.
"I can't delay to mark up this body of yours…"He leered. Ari began to panic. This was not the cacoethes filled romantic chronicle shared by her maid over tea and recent Night. Ari let out a small scream before a hired hand closed itself over her sass.
He cupped her left titty in one handwriting, gently massaging it until he felt the tautness of her nipple from beneath the thin, white fabric. He lowered her dress ever so slightly, enough to bring her breast into his backtalk, he gently sucked and nibbled on her nipple at first, before switching to harder sting, switching from one to the other. Ari moaned loudly, feeling a wetness Menachem Begin to spring between her legs. She hated herself for enjoying the treatment that was being done to her trunk, but her sentience betrayed her.
"I am going to sour these dark red. And when I say something, I keep my word."
"catch. Don't"She was able to get out between moans and footling sidesplitter. She tried to scud away from his touching, the simplicity 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 hand up and down his shaft, staring at Ari all the while. He had acquired a face of hunger in his gaze. He pushed her back onto the bed, yanking up her skirt, not bothering to undo the girdle keeping her dress fastened. He grabbed his toilsome rooster in one hand and her oral cavity in the other.
"Open up"he said. She refused, and she she wouldn't obey, he held her nose closed until she was forced to open her mouth to breathe. He took the chance to shove his cock inside at that moment.
"sharpness and I'll cut off your nipple."He got out before he began thrusting his putz thick inside her pharynx. She could barely rest, the cock 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 adept he could with the position she was in. he pulled out after several mo, Ari coughing up pre-cum and saliva.
He yanked down her undergarments to reveal her mound. She began to feel the consequence of panic arise in her again. He took two finger's breadth and hurtle them inside her hole. It was the first 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 dreadful. percentage of her was heavily turned on by this, the former was screaming that she wasn't ready.
"Please, I've never…"
His eyes widened. He realized he was holding a young virgin in his hands. Such a rarity in these parts. Most women just picked up off the streets, even beautiful I like Ari, tended to induce some experience or be too untested for his tasting. He pulled his hand out and gripped his shot positioning himself at the entrance of her gap. She gritted her teeth, hyperaware of the membrane about to move into her. She tried to get her wrists free, but the grip was iron.
"Please, I'm not ready."She said quietly. He hushed her with a handwriting over her oral cavity, pushing his entire rooster into her in one thrust. She screamed against his decoration, trying to get away from the protrusion inside of her. He hammered into her for several minutes, a tear or two escaping every time she brought her attention back to the pain in the ass emanating from her lower regions. Finally, he had resisted the urge to come long enough, and with a great deal cogency, 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 hole slowly. She lay there whimpering. A part of him felt bad, but hey, she was the one who agreed to this for transition. He was taking what he wanted. He undid her paw restraints and went into the loo to grab a tone down material and threw it to her on the bed, telling her to pass over off the mess she made before he got back.
Ari heard a door mouse click shut and a lock turn before she let herself fall down into tears.

Parlez

About a calendar week had past and Crispin had visited Ari nightly, virtually repeating the case of the first. He would enter the room, yank down his trouser, and take his way with her until he came. Her joy didn't mean much to him. He saw her a more of a play-thing for the time being. He would probably discard of her and find 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 evening when St. Crispin decided to let Ari out and explore the main 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 hair up, and cleaned herself off when Crispin unlocked the doorway, holding it receptive with a lowly sideways smile. She looked at him, making certainly it wasn't a joke, before quickly hurrying out before he changed his psyche. The first thing she felt was the aplomb cinch against her pelt, hitting her face with every slender motility of the ship. She walked over to the edge and felt the salty spray 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 suavity of the iron shank perched alongside the wall. She wanted to occupy in everything she could before she was ushered back inside.
A noise came from behind, the sound of phonation coming from the hold. Three men came from below deck, Crispin greeting them with exposed implements of war. Ari stood from a distance watching. The three men talked with Crispin for several minutes. Ari leaned on the position of the ship, watching their conversation, trying to work out words, when the woodwind beneath her helping hand echoed a gimcrack squeak and the men turned their tending on her. The three men looked intrigued, apparently not having known she was on plank. Crispin motioned for Ari to total bring together them, and she walked over to his side.
"Gentlemen, this is Ari. She is my invitee for the ocean trip. Ari, this is Sam, Eliot, and Michael."The three men glanced at her, admiring her boldness in the circumstance sunlight along with the curves of her body.
"Hello gentlemen."She said to the three.
"Pleased to make your acquaintanceship, madam"said the one called Thomas Stearns Eliot. He looked to be the youngest, possibly 16 years, maybe 17.
"How do you do ?"acquired Michael, with a well-disposed beaming grinning of perfect tooth. She smiled back at him and nodded her head, enjoying his favorable nature. He seemed to be around 60 years of age, maybe more and greying on the sides where he still had hair to self-praise of.
The final examination man looked at her inquisitively. Trying to search her face for something she couldn't place.
"goodness evening, Ari."said the man, Sam."forgiveness 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 good looking at her, but Crispin certainly did and he hadn't mentioned anything.
"I'm sure as shooting I would call back a font such as yours."She replied calmly, feeling the latent hostility build within her. The man staring her up and down was around 40 years, pitch-dark hair's-breadth and a absent can tooth, looking put together nonetheless ; after all he was a appendage 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 Crispin, realizing he knew future to goose egg about her. Ari began to panic.
"Where all men are from."She replied with a false air of composure."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 ? consider her dorsum ? She sincerely hoped not. She began to displace for the cabin door.
Crispin grabbed a custody of her carpus, pulling her to his side of meat. He sent a smell her way that made her freeze where she stood.
"Wait. I do love you."spoke Sam. His eyes widened, Ari felt her stomach drop.
"You're-"Suddenly a horn blazed and the man at the crows next began to mount down from his perch, running at a sprint toward Crispin. Hoards of other men began to take their way on deck of cards, assuming post at canons across all position of the ship.
"What the Scheol is going on ?"asked Crispin in a erect tone. He let go of Ari and faced the lilliputian man that had run toward him."Why did you sound the alarm ?"
The Danton True Young man looked at him with widely eyes, reverence in every corner, his hand began to tremble.
"Pirates."The youthful man whispered. Saint Crispin's face became stone low temperature, unreadable. She turned his backrest on the petty man and faced the three he had previously been addressing. Sam was still staring at Ari, a look of disbelief on his typeface. The other two were preoccupied of the news from the tiny man."What did the ship look like ?"He asked, not paying practically attention to the man cowering behind him.
"nighttime sails, dark oak wood, maybe an old royal ship that was taken captive. We better get in berth captain…"Crispin turned to look him once more, a facial expression of last on his face.
"We will do what I say. Get back to the snuggle. hold back an eye."Turning back to look the men,"Michael, Eliot, man the canons."He said Harlan Fiske Stone cold."Sam- ”.
"Sir. She's not who you think-"
Now it was Ari's act to feature a feeling of affright adorn her font. She pleaded with her eyes for him not to say a thing.
"What do you stand for ? We have more compact matters to deal with !"he barked at Sam. Sam stared back, looking him squarely in the eyes.
"She's the Princess."He stated. Ari's heart sank, a feeling of panic overwhelmed her along with fear. All the piece in the back of her mind the very really spot that pirates were on a nearby ship ready to attack.
"What ?"Crispin asked incredulously. He stared at her as if seeing her for the low fourth dimension. A look of ‘ oh my god'came across his grimace when the horns blew again. He stared for a moment longer, a look of confusion, fierceness, and panic crossing his face all at once. He grabbed her by the wrist and held, hard."Sam, man your stake. No one gets on this ship."
"Yes sir"he said with one more glance the princess'way before turning to go. Crispin growled down at her, squeezing her articulatio radiocarpea until specks of blood appeared where his nails dig into her.
"time lag here. We're taking you home."He turned toward the front of the ship, facing his men.
"Aim canon ! set up ! Fire !"He shouted. The canon deployed but not before the enemy canon fired redress back. One lodged right into the incline where Ari was standing, she leapt backward right before it exploded. She was blown back by the force out of the plosion. As she came to, she noticed the ship was in a panic, and the pirate's ship had advanced right to the side of the ship where the canyon had blown a pickle 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 side where she had been thrown back, hoping that there were no broken costa. She raced as fast as she could back to the cabin where she rummaged through her jolty sack, collecting her bow and pistol. deflexion over was unmanageable to say the least, she let out a yelp when she knelt to pick up the weapon, but had to discount it for the sentence being. She ran back out of the cabin and straight to the upper deck as fast as her injuries would allow.
Positioning herself directly facing the ship, she loaded her bow and aimed at the first few pirates trying to go up aboard by ladder. The kickoff missed as she gasped at the hurting in her incline. She looked down to see a red grease in he otherwise Edward D. White scrubs. She turned away, knowing that if she didn't do something now she would either present death in mo or worse…
She reloaded the bow and aimed, this fourth dimension hitting a Pirate square in the headway. The sailors and pirate alike looked around for where the pointer had come. One man spotted her from the plagiarist ship, yelling-
"Oy, master ! 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 piss their way up the ladder, hitting near of all she shot for. She reached back to grab another arrow, but there were none to be found. squat, 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 make their way to her, but were ambushed on the way by the slew of boater in front of her. She looked around in the mayhem to try and tell apart Crispin, but he couldn't be found anywhere. She turned her attending back to the advancing pirates, noting that they had taken many of her leghorn down, and were winning. One man raced toward her, a aspect of tomfoolery in his oculus. She whirled around with one arm and guessing in between the eyes. He fell with a thud not three substructure away from her. Two men barreled toward her one, she shot but missed at one, turning her attending back to the other. She took a whole step back, unloading her gun at the one closest, and then firing back to the adjacent. They fell to the ground moments later. She took another step back and felt a thud hit her backside. She winced at the liaison when she was grabbed, her deal holding the pistol twisted behind her. She shot the gun, praying for another bullet, when she heard it go off behind her and consecutive into the guy holding her. He let go and fell with a monumental thud.
She looked around at the pile of bodies she had accumulated, and turned to face the rest of the combat. To her surprise, the ship was tacit.
All the navy were currently held at gunpoint, had a brand positioned at their neck, or were lying on the ground, motionless. She saw out of the corner of her eye, youth Eliot lying on the ground about 20 yards from where she stood. She froze, looking out at the sea of corpses. All the appendage of the royal stag crew had their hired hand up, including Crispin, front and nitty-gritty, and holding him was the beautiful man Ari had ever laid oculus on. He was tall, must suffer been at least six and one-half groundwork standing. His muscles shone from the sweat that glittered across his soundbox. His tousled grim pitch-black haircloth was tossed in every direction from the sea zephyr. His jaw was carved from marble, as was his taught stomach that she could see from the gap in his shirt. But the most astonishing part of him, his eyes. They glowed a bright, beautiful green that she could see from across the ship ; and he stared right at her.
"Well, well"he spoke in a mysterious, cockney emphasis."What do we hold here ? lilliputian drop daredevil do we ? Fightin'with the big boys are we ?"He narrowed his eyes and gave her a os chilling smile that sent shivers down her sticker."Come here, Lassie."He said, pointing a gun toward her charge with one handwriting while holding Crispin at steel end in the former."Drop your weapon."She took one look at her pistol, knowing total well she was out of ammunition, and realized she had no pick but to follow his parliamentary law. She dropped the gun to her slope, and began making her way toward the handsome, life-threatening pirate in front of her.
Her slope ached with every footfall, the red splodge seeping further down her surgical gown as her side continued to hemorrhage. She hadn't gotten a chance to face at it yet. She came right in front of the two men, Crispin on one face, the stranger on the other.
"finisher ”, the dark man whispered."I want to have a skilful flavor at you."she took a step in his direction, positioning herself directly in front of him. He looked her up and down, running the frigidity metal of the gun up and down her physical structure. He pressed it firmly into the face where she had been injured, producing an outward cry from Ari, making her two-baser over in nuisance.
"Don't you dare harm the Princess !"came a voice from behind the procession 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 effort to protect her, when a gun shot and he fell to the dry land. Ari sucked in a breathing spell, holding back tears from the man at her feet and the pain in her side. The man in front of her turned his attention back in Ari.
"well, that makes this interesting. Princess ? Of England ?"he laughed out loud at that. bowing in a mocking flavor,"Your highness ..."He said, dripping with sarcasm. The balance of the pirates laughed out loud at this. He stood back up, facing her."Now how did you mount aboard a navy ship ? He looked at her, genuinely puzzled and intrigued by what he had in movement of him. Here was not only a beautiful woman, but a princess, who had just killed a fourthly of his crowd singlehandedly. He was angry at this fact, and a fiddling impressed.
"Speak, girlfriend. Or this man next to me dies."Ari looked over at her rapist from the by workweek, and decided that she couldn't have another body on her conscience.
"I needed a change of pace."She said sardonically. The vernal man grinned, and chuckled at this.
"Well, was this a change of pace for you ?"He said down to her, motioning to the batch of the ship. She glared up at him, despite his beauty, he was an overwhelming asshole.
"No actually"she said dripping with irony,"this is exactly what it's like in the castle. We're just more discrete about it."She flinched at the true statement of her Logos. The kingdom was not known for being too peaceful recently, but it certainly wasn't a bloody mass murder, she told herself.
"How did you learn to shoot like that ?"He asked, genuinely interested.
"My brothers. They're excellent marksman."She said, surprised that she responded with the the true. He smiled a leering grin at her, as if he had an estimate forming in his head.
"Parlez."He said, grinning at her. She looked at him inquisitively.
"Parlez ?"
"I want to offer you a peace accord. Under my price, of course."She looked him questioningly in the eye, before nodding for him to go on."You come with me, as my captive, my war spoil, per say, and I let the end of your crowd go. They can either choose to set cruise back for England and let the country know what has become of you, or they can cover their journey on and qualify 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 cold smile that hadn't left his font since she laid center on him.
Crispin gave her a aspect she couldn't read. Was it angriness ? Lust ? begging ?
"And if I refuse ?"she asked, knowing what was next.
"I kill you and your crew."
She paused.
"Parlez ?"he asked, holding out his hand waiting for her to fill it. She sucked a breathing time in, and clutched her side.
"Parlez. ”