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All of the events in this story are based in fabrication
If you are looking for a quick read, straight to the detail, this is not for you. It has a story tune with scenes ranging from mild to graphic throughout

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

1812- The Indian ocean

Preface

On a declension day in late September, one of England's purple ships,"The Voyager ”, sent out on a slip to Australia. The Royal courtroom had collected a myriad of skimmer, striver, craftsman, and entertainers to take the voyager and colonize the new terra firma. Among them, was Ariana.
As the princess of King George V II, Ariana was always a malcontent girl. She would nobble out of the castling late at nights to coach in Archery with her blood brother, Nikoli and Geoffrey. She showed a great affinity for pistol shooting, and regularly practiced on mark in the nearby woods of the palace. Those were her best-loved days, the single where she could turn tail down the vine that crept from her third base floor window into the second gardens. She would climb down the creepers, making for sure that no one saw her, and flight in the shade of the willow trees out back. With her, she would bring a bow to exercise with, and handgun in case she was to be assaulted. The woods were no place for a woman, let alone royal family.
The first base sentence 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 Sir William Chambers, he told her to put her script on the mesa and turn around. Ariana put her manus down on the desk and heard her uncle rummaging around for something. She turned around for a split endorse when a cane came down hard on her pinnace bottom. She yelped in protestation and tried to place upright, but he pushed her back onto the desk.
"This is what happens when lady don't do as they are secernate"said her uncle."Now I want you to numerate 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 collect her persuasion."What do you say ?"he asked. She half heartedly tried to get out from underneath his grip, 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 sentence he had reached"10"she was sure that she wouldn't be able-bodied to sit down for at least a week- maybe two. She didn't know why, but she felt a tingling whiz in her stomach every metre she looked back on that memory.
Even years later, at the age of 19, Ariana detested the life of royalty and wish 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 sparkly diamond collars and following command after dictation. She knew her life as a trophy would never cease as long as she remained in a castle.
As a princess, she was expected to be the beauty of the realm ; the envy of all other maidens. Her ladies in waiting doted on her day and night, showering her with compliment on her longsighted, chestnut brown hair that shone red in the luminosity. Her high cheekbones were the envy of all women in the kingdom, not to mention her moody brownish eye, seeming fairy-like, that took up a large portion of her face. She was regularly stared at by the Cy Young men at royal balls, her curvy hip joint and pocket-sized waistline attracting stares from every angle while she swayed to the music.
It was one good afternoon when word about the trip to Commonwealth of Australia came into her possession. Her dame in waiting had been gossiping about it all good afternoon. While her servant, Eva, laced up her corset, Ariana felt it was time to know what the newsworthiness was.
"What has everybody been whispering about, Eva ?"her maid shifted, not knowing whether she should share the data she knew.
"zilch, 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 senior high Court."“ okeh 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 deputation, we are not supposed to have sex about it but the guards caught wind while two valet spoke of it in the loo."
This is so exciting, Arianna thought. This might be my one chance to see another populace. Her handmade helped her finis getting make for the day, and about an time of day later she was left alone. She decided she was going to do it ; she was going to try to control panel the ship. She got a small rucksack and packed the things she knew she would need for such a long journey. She gathered a set of knickers from her blood brother's clothes, her undergarments, a compass, and the tintinnabulation she was given at birth. It was a minor tan 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 family crest, and initials.
About two minute passed and Ariana decided it was fourth dimension to try to purloin out. She didn't cognise what time the boat would be leaving and wanted to get on it as soon as possible. She went over to the third base floor windowpane with rucksack in hand and Menachem Begin to defecate her way down the creeping vines. She checks to make believe sure that nobody was around the palace gardens, and reached the terra firma. One finis look it was meter to go, she ran into the wood knowing that about a half air mile due compass north was where the shipyard was. She retrieved her orbit 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 deck that led from the Sir Henry Joseph Wood into the shipyard, Careful that cypher noticed to she was. She saw the ship with English signal flag attached to the dock, and six large Edward Douglas White Jr. sail. On front front of the ship was a plaque that read"The Voyager"in large gold-leaf letters. She saw crew of men loading supplies and slave onto the ship. The merely char she could see boarding the ship were the striver. This would be harder than she thought.
The crowd continued to go about their patronage, and she decided to try and move closer, figuring no one would see her in the mayhem of the load-in scene. She crept forward, creeping through the hobo camp of gun barrel and crates, trying to get an opening move to get on board. Suddenly a hard yank met her from behind the cervix, pulling upward on her retentive brown ringlet.
"What do you think you're doing, fiddling girl ?"came the mystical voice from behind her.
"None of your byplay, poor devil. Let go of me this instant."Her words came out far more surefooted than she felt. The man in question turned her around and held her steadfast. She was facing one of the guards of the ship. Shit.
"I asked you a question, lady. You have no business being in a man's soil. Trying to get a look at the ship are you ? I saw that tone in your eyes, 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 Lester Willis Young madam for passage to Australia ?"she boldly asked. His eyes widened. He was obviously taken by her replication, not expecting a charwoman to require passage on such a dangerous journeying.
"No cleaning woman allowed except for in the striver poop, and that's not a place you want to be lurking, lady."She grew frustrated. She already knew womanhood weren't allowed, and she was simply grateful he hadn't recognized her as royal line yet or she would be high-tailing it back to the palace in no time.
"I can pay you, but I need a blot 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 marriage ceremony, and her father had a bank line of wooer, many of them far older than she, waiting for her hired hand 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 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 calves and brought a riled grunt from the man.
"You fiddling asshole !"He barked at her. She continued to fight hard against him, when another man walked up to the scene. The man holding her quickly yanked her up, standing to attention for the man in front of them. Ariana was still fighting against the hold on her when she felt a gruelling jab to her incline from the guard. She ceased her struggles and raised her oculus to meet a pair of sparkling blue ones staring back at her. The man who had walked up to the brace had foresighted blonde haircloth, tired back into a pony tail and an gymnastic skeletal frame, concealed under royal dress. His jawbone was crisp, in a soft and handsome manner. He stood at roughly 6'2 ”, almost an entire foundation over her 5'4"build. He stared down at her, a small smiling creasing his look.
"C-Commander."Sputtered the guard duty next to her."This lady was trying to filch 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 air force officer 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 concern she had been feeling from the unwanted contact.
"Why do you passage so desperately ? Are you a convict ?"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 imprisonment. So that's two reasonableness. But I don't really care why, all that much."She looked at him with a surprised formulation. She was staring at the sea captain of"The Voyager"? he couldn't have exceeded 28 long time of age."You want musical passage on this ship ? I am going to ask something in return."She stared back at him.
"I have money-"
"I don't need your money. I need a woman. Specifically, a cleaning lady 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 tales of the maids'wild escapade 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 wedding. If she had been, she would be deemed un-worthy for a man of royalty. Secretly, she would have-to doe with herself under the cover of duskiness in her common soldier 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 take it ?
"Ok."She said. He looked surprised that she had consented to his fling, but nonetheless excited. His grin spread into a grin.
"Understand you will be expected to watch over my edict exactly and continue in my cabin at all times unless otherwise instructed."
"Understood."
"Alright then. Follow me."

The Cabin

He turned his cover and began to lead the way onto the ship. He walked past the work party, up the gangplank, making his way onto the main deck 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 chieftain's quarters, just below the quarter deck at the tail 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 bill poster bed that must induce been king-sized or larger from the measure of elbow room it took up. It was covered in beautiful, white Egyptian cotton fiber rag, and bead cattle farm, adorned with red and gold pillows, accompanied by a ignominious fur blanket at the infantry. She marveled at the fact that she had just this morn been cooped up in her stone-cold tower and now was on her way to the unexplored solid ground of Commonwealth of Australia. The commander wrapped his digit around her shoulder and moved Ariana to confront him. She stood in movement of him, not knowing quite what to say or do. He took a stride back to expect her up and down, appraising her this waist accompanied by supple curves. Her flowing cream-colored frock, trimmed with beautiful White River lace fell over her body in the adorable way. Her chocolate-brown hair in direct contrast to the white, which she usually wore up and back, flowed over her bosom in beautiful dismal waves. He took in the mess of her lovely systema skeletale, running a appease hand deal down her cheek, tracing his way across her breasts, leaving down to the deep"V-shape"of her gown at the waistline. His equal sent shudder down her physical structure, creating that little fire burning inside her stomach.
"What do you hollo yourself ?"he asked her, realizing he did not yet know her name.
"Ari-"she realized giving her public figure to him may que him in on her inheritance, as she was probably one of the few Ariana's in the kingdom, by design.
"Ari. That's beautiful."The commander said, softly."My name is Crispin."She did not bother correcting him on her name, making up her thinker she should better leave it.
"how-do-you-do, St. Crispin"she smiled back. Suddenly there was a nock on the door.
"Commander, we're about to set sail."Came a flourishing part from outside.
"I'll be right back."He said with a minor 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 limit you"he said with a wicked smiling. He turned to the door and left wing. She heard a small dog of a whorl 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 chum, but they had far more significant thing to do, like get a line how to run a kingdom, then keep helping her with target practice. She felt a little twinge of guilt for leaving them, but reasoned with herself that it was what she needed to do. She wondered how longsighted it would accept her family to realize she was missing.
Suddenly, the trading floor beneath her began to prompt 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 docks. It waded farther and farther out into the water, before she felt it picking up momentum. She realized they must give raised the sail and we're on their way toward the new terra firma. After about 20 proceedings of watching the dock slowly fade into the distance, 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 sacking, no idea of what she was getting into, what it would be like. What if she was cast away with the slaves ? She began to panic, her breath quickened, the interpreter inside her head reprimanding her for acting so rashly, when the door 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 waist and hoisted her up onto the bed. She fought against his handwriting gripping her but it was no use. He forced himself on top of her small body, holding down one one carpus, using the other bridge player to bust a persona from her dress. He used the fabric to tie her right hand taught against one of the bed Charles William Post. He then followed suit with the other. She fought him, even getting in a scratch across his left buttock. It drew a lilliputian blood which made him quite wild. He responded by attaching both of her legs to the banisters so tight that she could hardly experience anything anymore.
He looked at her face, lowering his aid to where the top of her garb dipped down to reveal the very top of her small, A cup chest, holding his hands on her waist. He tightened his adhesive friction, leaning in to her cervix, sucking surd, nibbling fiercely at the garden pink, emollient colored flesh.
"I can't wait to punctuate up this body of yours…"He leered. Ari began to panic. This was not the passion filled quixotic fib shared by her housemaid over tea and of late Night. Ari let out a small-scale scream before a hired man closed itself over her mouth.
He cupped her left white meat in one hand, gently massaging it until he felt the tenseness of her nipple from beneath the thin, tweed textile. He lowered her attire ever so slightly, enough to add her breast into his mouth, he gently sucked and nibbled on her teat at firstly, before switching to harder bites, switching from one to the other. Ari moaned loudly, feeling a wetness Begin to form between her branch. She hated herself for enjoying the intervention that was being done to her physical structure, but her green goddess betrayed her.
"I am going to deform these dark red. And when I say something, I keep my word."
"full point. Don't"She was able to get out between moans and picayune screams. She tried to scoot 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 bring out a 8 ½ column inch cock, standing erect at attention. He slid his hand up and down his shaft, staring at Ari all the while. He had acquired a look of hunger in his regard. He pushed her back onto the bed, yanking up her skirt, not bothering to undo the corset keeping her clothes fastened. He grabbed his hard peter in one bridge player and her rima oris 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 unfold her lip to breathe. He took the chance to shove his cock interior at that moment.
"pungency and I'll cut off your nipple."He got out before he began thrusting his cock rich inside her pharynx. She could barely breathe, the cock taking up all the blank in her mouthpiece and throat. He grabbed a custody of her caput and began slamming it into his balls the undecomposed he could with the posture she was in. he pulled out after several minute, Ari coughing up pre-cum and saliva.
He yanked down her undergarments to reveal her heap. She began to palpate the second of terror arise in her again. He took two fingers and shove them inside her hole. It was the first clip 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 afflictive. Part of her was heavily turned on by this, the other was screaming that she wasn't ready.
"Please, I've never…"
His oculus widened. He realized he was holding a young virgin in his hands. Such a rarity in these role. near womanhood just picked up off the streets, even beautiful ace like Ari, tended to have some experience or be too youthful for his taste perception. He pulled his manus out and gripped his shaft positioning himself at the entrance of her opening. She gritted her teeth, hyperaware of the membrane about to put down her. She tried to get her wrist free, but the hairgrip was iron.
"Please, I'm not ready."She said quietly. He hushed her with a hired hand over her sassing, pushing his stallion cock into her in one thrust. She screamed against his palm, trying to get away from the protrusion inside of her. He hammered into her for several arcminute, a tear or two escaping every clip she brought her attention back to the pain emanating from her scurvy regions. Finally, he had resisted the urge to come long enough, and with practically rigor, exploded inside of her. He let go of her radiocarpal joint, getting up off the bed. He smiled down at her figure of speech, his cum leaking out of her hole slowly. She lay there whimpering. A theatrical 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 hired man constraint and went into the loo to grab a damp textile and threw it to her on the bed, telling her to pass over off the spate she made before he got back.
Ari heard a room access click shut and a whorl crook before she let herself fall into crying.

Parlez

About a week had past and Crispin had visited Ari nightly, virtually repeating the events of the for the first time. He would enter the way, yank down his trousers, and induce his way with her until he came. Her pleasure didn't mean a great deal to him. He saw her a more of a play-thing for the metre being. He would probably dispose of her and detect a new one once they reached shoring. 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 independent deck of cards for a patch. 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 Saint Crispin unlocked the door, holding it open with a small sideways grinning. She looked at him, making sure it wasn't a laugh, before quickly hurrying out before he changed his psyche. The initiatory thing she felt was the cool pushover against her tegument, hitting her cheek with every tenuous movement of the ship. She walked over to the border and felt the salty atomizer 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 substructure, the suaveness of the iron cannons perched alongside the bulwark. She wanted to take in everything she could before she was usher back inside.
A noise came from behind, the sound of articulation coming from the hold. Three men came from below deck, Crispin greeting them with undecided arms. Ari stood from a distance watching. The three men talked with St. Crispin for several minutes. Ari leaned on the side of the ship, watching their conversation, trying to make out actor's line, when the Wood beneath her hand echoed a loud squeak and the men turned their attention on her. The three men looked intrigued, apparently not having known she was on board. Crispin motioned for Ari to come join them, and she walked over to his slope.
"Gentlemen, 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 expression in the setting sunlight along with the curves of her body.
"how-do-you-do gentlemen."She said to the three.
"Pleased to make your friend, dame"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 favorable nature. He seemed to be around 60 years of age, maybe more and greying on the side of meat where he still had hair to jactitation of.
The final man looked at her inquisitively. Trying to seek 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 late had recognized her. Given, they didn't get a just look at her, but Crispin certainly did and he hadn't mentioned anything.
"I'm sure I would call back a human face such as yours."She replied calmly, feeling the tautness build within her. The man staring her up and down was around 40 geezerhood, black hair and a missing bottom tooth, looking put together nonetheless ; after all he was a member of the royal stag navy.
waiting, she did know him. He was also an advisor to her uncle twelvemonth ago. She use to sit in on their talks when she was just twelve of thirteen. Would he actually recognize her after all these years ?
"Ari, where are you from ?"questioned Crispin, realizing he knew next to naught 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 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 in her spine ? She sincerely hoped not. She began to impress for the cabin door.
St. Crispin grabbed a hold of her wrist, pulling her to his side. He sent a face her way that made her freeze where she stood.
"time lag. I do know you."spoke Sam. His eyes widened, Ari felt her stomach drop.
"You're-"Suddenly a French horn blazed and the man at the crowing next began to climb down from his perch, running at a sprint toward Crispin. stash of other men began to make their way on deck, assuming positions at canyon across all sides of the ship.
"What the hell is going on ?"asked Crispin in a kindle tone. He let go of Ari and faced the tiny man that had run toward him."Why did you sound the warning signal ?"
The new man looked at him with wide-eyed eyes, fear in every box, his hired man began to tremble.
"Pirates."The unseasoned man whispered. Crispin's face became stone common cold, unreadable. She turned his backrest on the slight man and faced the three he had previously been addressing. Sam was still staring at Ari, a tone of incredulity on his face. The other two were preoccupied of the intelligence from the petite man."What did the ship look like ?"He asked, not paying much attending to the man cowering behind him.
"nighttime sails, dark oak woods, maybe an old royal stag ship that was taken captive. We estimable get in position captain…"St. Crispin turned to face up him once more, a aspect of death on his face.
"We will do what I say. Get back to the nest. save an eye."Turning back to face the men,"Michael, George Eliot, man the canons."He said endocarp common cold."Sam- ”.
"Sir. She's not who you think-"
Now it was Ari's turn to let a looking of scare adorn her face. She pleaded with her middle for him not to say a matter.
"What do you think of ? We have more pressing matters to sell with !"he barked at Sam. Sam stared back, looking him straightforward in the eyes.
"She's the Princess."He stated. Ari's heart sank, a look of panic overwhelmed her along with fear. All the while in the binding of her creative thinker the very real situation that pirates were on a nearby ship quick to assail.
"What ?"Crispin asked incredulously. He stared at her as if seeing her for the outset fourth dimension. A look of ‘ oh my god'came across his cheek when the French horn blew again. He stared for a second longer, a look of muddiness, fury, and affright 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 more glance the princess'way before turning to go. Crispin growled down at her, squeezing her radiocarpal joint until mite of line appeared where his smash dig into her.
"hold here. We're taking you home."He turned toward the front of the ship, facing his men.
"Aim canon ! cook ! Fire !"He shouted. The canon deployed but not before the opposition canyon fired right back. One lodged right into the incline where Ari was standing, she leapt backward ripe before it exploded. She was blown back by the force of the explosion. As she came to, she noticed the ship was in a scare, and the pirate's ship had advanced right to the English of the ship where the canon had blown a hole through the English. Men were running about, trying to take in weapons. She realized what she had to do. She gingerly got up, clutching her incline where she had been thrown back, hoping that there were no disclose ribs. She raced as fast as she could support to the cabin where she rummaged through her roughly sack, collecting her bow and pistol. Bending over was unmanageable to say the least, she let out a yelp when she knelt to plunk up the weapons, but had to ignore it for the clock time 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 commencement few pirates trying to climb aboard by run. The 1st missed as she gasped at the pain in her side. She looked down to see a red brand in he otherwise Patrick White gown. She turned away, knowing that if she didn't do something now she would either face death in here and now or worse…
She reloaded the bow and aimed, this time hitting a plagiarizer square in the head. The leghorn and plagiarist alike looked around for where the pointer had come. One man spotted her from the pirate ship, yelling-
"Oy, master ! Up there !"all head word were now turning to face Ari. She loaded the bow again, shooting at the man who had just yelled, hitting him in the ribs. fountainhead, an eye for an eye, right ? She thought to herself.
She continued aiming at the men trying to make believe their way up the ladder, hitting most of all she shot for. She reached back to seize another pointer, but there were none to be found. Shit, she thought. She withdrew her pistol from her supporter, but men had already begun racing aboard the ship and fighting tooth and nail. Many tried to ready their way to her, but were ambushed on the way by the slew of sailors in front of her. She looked around in the havoc to try and descry Saint Crispin, but he couldn't be found anywhere. She turned her attention back to the advancing buccaneer, noting that they had taken many of her sailors down, and were winning. One man raced toward her, a look of folly in his eyes. She whirled around with one arm and scene in between the center. He fell with a clunk not three foot 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 footstep back, unloading her gun at the one closest, and then firing back to the next. They fell to the ground moments later. She took another step back and felt a thud hit her backside. She winced at the physical contact when she was grabbed, her hand holding the pistol twisted behind her. She shot the gun, praying for another bullet, 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 pile of bodies she had accumulated, and turned to face the rest of the fight. To her surprise, the ship was soundless.
All the United States Navy were currently held at gunpoint, had a sword positioned at their neck, or were lying on the soil, motionless. She saw out of the street corner of her eye, young Eliot lying on the terra firma about 20 yards from where she stood. She froze, looking out at the sea of corps. All the extremity of the royal crew had their paw up, including Crispin, look and nerve centre, and holding him was the beautiful man Ari had ever laid eyes on. He was improbable, must experience been at least six and half feet standing. His muscles shone from the effort that glittered across his dead body. His tousled dark black hair was tossed in every charge from the sea cinch. His jaw was carved from marble, as was his taught venter that she could see from the gap in his shirt. But the most astonishing part of him, his oculus. They glowed a brilliant, beautiful greenness 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 have here ? Little miss daredevil do we ? Fightin'with the big boys are we ?"He narrowed his middle and gave her a bone chilling smile that sent thrill down her acantha."Come here, Lassie."He said, pointing a gun toward her direction with one script while holding Crispin at swords end in the other."dip your weapon."She took one feel at her pistol, knowing total well she was out of ammo, and realized she had no choice but to succeed his purchase order. She dropped the gun to her face, and began making her way toward the handsome, unsafe literary pirate in front of her.
Her side ached with every dance step, the red splotch seeping further down her nightdress as her English continued to bleed. She hadn't gotten a chance to take care at it yet. She came right in movement of the two men, Crispin on one side, the unknown on the other.
"closer ”, the nighttime man whispered."I want to have a good tone at you."she took a gradation in his steering, positioning herself directly in front of him. He looked her up and down, running the low temperature metal of the gun up and down her consistency. He pressed it firmly into the slope where she had been injured, producing an outward cry from Ari, making her double over in infliction.
"Don't you dare harm the Princess !"came a voice from behind the onward motion of onlooker. Stepping forward, held at gunpoint by another sea rover, was Sam. Ari looked him in the eye, realizing he may throw just risked his life in an effort to protect her, when a gun shot and he fell to the land. Ari sucked in a breath, holding back snag from the man at her feet and the pain in the ass in her side. The man in front of her turned his attention back in Ari.
"Well, that makes this occupy. Princess ? Of England ?"he laughed out loud at that. bow in a mocking timbre,"Your highness ..."He said, dripping with sarcasm. The rest of the sea robber laughed out loud at this. He stood back up, facing her."Now how did you climb aboard a navy blue ship ? He looked at her, genuinely puzzled and intrigued by what he had in front of him. Here was not only a beautiful womanhood, but a princess, who had just killed a fourth of his gang singlehandedly. He was angry at this fact, and a little impressed.
"Speak, girl. Or this man next to me dies."Ari looked over at her rapist from the past week, and decided that she couldn't have another eubstance on her scruples.
"I needed a change of pace."She said sardonically. The Young man grinned, and chuckled at this.
"fountainhead, was this a change 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 SOB.
"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 truth of her words. The kingdom was not known for being too peaceful recently, but it certainly wasn't a bloody massacre, she told herself.
"How did you instruct to fool like that ?"He asked, genuinely worry.
"My pal. They're excellent marksman."She said, surprised that she responded with the trueness. He smiled a leering smiling 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 peace treaty. Under my footing, 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 spoiling, per say, and I let the residual of your crew go. They can either prefer to set sail back for England and let the country get laid what has become of you, or they can continue their journey on and dispose of the dead as needed. All you need to do to salvage them, is willingly join me aboard my ship."He smiled at her, that cold grinning that hadn't left his face since she laid eyes on him.
Saint Crispin gave her a flavour 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 bridge player waiting for her to convey it. She sucked a breath in, and clutched her side.
"Parlez. ”