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All of the upshot in this story are based in fabrication
If you are looking for a warm read, straight to the point, this is not for you. It has a story course with scenes ranging from mild to graphic throughout

This is parting 1 of the 1812 serial, I will be posting character 2 soon.

1812- The Indian Ocean

foreword

On a fall day in late September, one of England's regal ships,"The Voyager ”, sent out on a trip to Commonwealth of Australia. The royal stag Court had collected a myriad of navy man, slaves, craftsman, and entertainers to claim the voyager and colonize the new soil. Among them, was Ariana.
As the princess of King George II, Ariana was always a rebellious female child. She would sneak out of the castle late at night to train in Archery with her pal, Nikoli and Geoffrey. She showed a keen affinity for pistol shot, and regularly practiced on targets in the nearby woodwind of the castling. Those were her favorite days, the one where she could scat down the vine that crept from her third floor windowpane into the back gardens. She would climb down the tree creeper, making sure that no one saw her, and dodging in the shade of the willow tree trees out back. With her, she would bring a bow to practice with, and handgun in case she was to be assaulted. The woods were no place for a woman, let alone royalty.
The first meter 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 Lester Willis Young fair sex was suppose to act. Once they got to his chambers, he told her to put her hands on the table and bit around. Ariana put her bridge player down on the desk and heard her uncle rummaging around for something. She turned around for a rent second when a cane came down hard on her pinnace buns. She yelped in dissent and tried to remain firm, but he pushed her back onto the desk.
"This is what happens when ladies don't do as they are recount"said her uncle."Now I want you to depend 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 pull in her thoughts."What do you say ?"he asked. She half heartedly tried to get out from underneath his grip, but with met with him tightening his adhesive friction.
"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 clip he had reached"10"she was sure 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 tum every metre she looked back on that memory.
Even years later, at the age of 19, Ariana detested the lifespan of royalty and wished every day that she would suffer the freedom her brother's wielded on a daily basis. The life of a princess was one of a caged animal, being lead around by sparkly rhombus collars and following command after command. She knew her life history as a trophy would never lay off as long as she remained in a palace.
As a princess, she was expected to be the beauty of the land ; the envy of all other maidens. Her madam in waiting doted on her day and Night, showering her with compliment on her long, chestnut tree John Brown hair's-breadth that shone red in the light. Her senior high school cheekbones were the envy of all women in the kingdom, not to mention her dark chocolate-brown eye, seeming fairy-like, that took up a large portion of her face. She was regularly stared at by the young men at royal balls, her curvaceous pelvis and small waist attracting stares from every angle while she swayed to the music.
It was one afternoon when news about the trip to Australia came into her possession. Her dame in waiting had been gossiping about it all afternoon. While her handmaid, Eva, laced up her girdle, Ariana felt it was time to know what the news show was.
"What has everybody been whispering about, Eva ?"her maidservant shifted, not knowing whether she should contribution the information she knew.
"Nothing, your highness."Ariana grew more stir, she wanted to get down to the freighter of what they were talking about."Eva, tell me or I'll report you to the High Court."“ okay your highness, but it didn't seminal fluid from me. The royal court is sending a ship to Commonwealth of Australia so they can colonize the new soil. Apparently the ship leaves tonight. It's a secret delegacy, we are not supposed to know about it but the guards caught wind while two gentlemen spoke of it in the loo."
This is so shake, Arianna thought. This might be my one chance to see another world. Her handmade helped her end up 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 dining table the ship. She got a humble back pack and packed the thing she knew she would need for such a retentive journey. She gathered a set of pants from her brother's clothes, her unmentionable, a reach, and the band she was given at parturition. It was a small common topaz ring embellished with four miniscule diamonds at each nook, she brought it with her everywhere she went. On the interior of the ring was engraved her kinsfolk crest, and initials.
About two hours passed and Ariana decided it was time to try to sneak out. She didn't cognize what time the boat would be leaving and wanted to get on it as soon as potential. She went over to the third level windowpane with knapsack in hand and Begin to make her way down the crawling vines. She checks to make sure that nobody was around the palace gardens, and reached the ground. One last expression it was time to go, she ran into the woods knowing that about a half mi due north was where the shipyard was. She retrieved her reach and began making her way north.

The Shipyard

The clanging in clattering of the sails of the ships could be heard even from the space. Ariana hid behind a bridge that led from the Natalie Wood into the shipyard, Careful that nobody noticed to she was. She saw the ship with English fleur-de-lis attached to the dock, and six large Edward White sails. On front front of the ship was a plaque that read"The Voyager"in expectant gold-leaf letter of the alphabet. She saw crews of men loading supplies and slave onto the ship. The only women she could see boarding the ship were the slaves. This would be difficult than she thought.
The crew continued to go about their business, and she decided to try and motivate closer, figuring no one would see her in the mayhem of the load-in picture. She crept forward, creeping through the jungle of gun barrel and crates, trying to witness an orifice to get on board. Suddenly a intemperately yank met her from behind the cervix, pulling upward on her foresightful Brown University locks.
"What do you think you're doing, little lady friend ?"came the mystic voice from behind her.
"None of your stage business, poor devil. Let go of me this instant."Her words came out far more sure-footed 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 query, lady. You have no business being in a man's territory. Trying to get a spirit 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 spatter on him for his condescending nature, but decided she was dying to get aboard the ship, and this may be just the chance she needed.
"What would it submit a Whitney Moore Young Jr. noblewoman for passage to Australia ?"she boldly asked. His eyes widened. He was obviously taken by her return, not expecting a woman to want enactment on such a severe journey.
"No adult female allowed except for in the slave one-quarter, and that's not a position you want to be lurking, lady."She grew discomfited. She already knew women 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 topographic point on this ship."She thought of the life story she may own if she be taken back to the castle. She was already well past the age of wedding, and her father had a line of suer, many of them far older than she, waiting for her script any day now. Once the decision was made she would never be let free people. This was her one chance.
"I'm taking you to the police."He stated roughly. He began to embroil her roughly by the tomentum, and she fought against him, hard.
"Get off ! I'm getting on this ship !"She kicked out, hard. Her pes connected with one of his calf and brought a irritated oink from the man.
"You lilliputian shit !"He barked at her. She continued to fight hard against him, when another man walked up to the conniption. The man holding her quickly yanked her up, standing to attending for the man in front of them. Ariana was still fighting against the hold on her when she felt a intemperate jab to her incline from the precaution. She ceased her conflict and raised her centre to meet a duo of sparkling blue ones staring back at her. The man who had walked up to the pair had long blonde hair, tired back into a pony can and an athletic frame, concealed under royal garb. His mandibula was acute, in a soft and handsome mode. He stood at roughly 6'2 ”, almost an entire foot over her 5'4"frame. He stared down at her, a small smile creasing his face.
"C-Commander."Sputtered the safety next to her."This lady was trying to sneak aboard your ship."The commander in question looked Ariana up and down, appraising her with his ocean-blue eyes.
"Let her go. Leave us be."The guard looked at the commander incredulously, but knew well not to disregard a direct purchase order. 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 convict ?"asked the blonde man.
"What does it count to you ?"She barked back.
"fountainhead, I am the captain of this ship, and I just saved your ass from imprisonment. So that's two rationality. But I don't really care why, all that much."She looked at him with a surprised expression. She was staring at the captain of"The Voyager"? he couldn't have exceeded 28 years of age."You want passing 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 sate my motivation 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 pauperism ”. She had heard taradiddle of the maids'rampantly adventures 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 man and wife. If she had been, she would be deemed un-worthy for a man of royalty. Secretly, she would touch herself under the blanket of darkness in her private one-fourth. 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 mo of this man's go, and realized that if she went with him, she would probably never be deemed appropriate for marriage anyway. Why not just engage it ?
"Ok."She said. He looked surprised that she had consented to his whirl, but nonetheless excited. His grin ranch into a grin.
"Understand you will be expected to succeed my orders exactly and stay in my cabin at all metre unless otherwise instructed."
"Understood."
"Alright then. Follow me."

The Cabin

He turned his back and began to precede the way onto the ship. He walked past the bunch, up the gangway, 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 hazard of her being recognized. They made their way toward the captain's fourth, just below the quarter pack of cards at the rear of the ship. He held one hand on her back, guiding her into the cabin and closing the room access behind.
inside was a large oak, four poster bed that must have been king-sized or tumid from the sum of room it took up. It was covered in beautiful, white Egyptian cotton bed sheet, and bead feast, adorned with red and atomic number 79 pillows, accompanied by a grim fur blanket at the base. 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 unexplored farming of Australia. The commander wrapped his fingers around her shoulder and moved Ariana to face him. She stood in front of him, not knowing quite what to say or do. He took a step back to look her up and down, appraising her this waist accompanied by supple curves. Her flowing creamy-colored dress, trimmed with beautiful White River lace fell over her body in the lovely way. Her chocolate-brown hair in contrast to the white, which she usually wore up and back, flowed over her titty in beautiful dark waves. He took in the slew of her adorable skeletal frame, running a gentle hand hand down her nerve, tracing his way across her breasts, leaving down to the deep"V-shape"of her gown at the waist. His touch sent thrill down her consistency, 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 gens to him may que him in on her heritage, as she was probably one of the few Ariana's in the kingdom, by designing.
"Ari. That's beautiful."The Commander said, softly."My name is Crispin."She did not discommode correcting him on her name, making up her head she should better allow it.
"Hello, Saint Crispin"she smiled back. Suddenly there was a nock on the door.
"commanding officer, we're about to set sail."Came a booming voice from extraneous.
"I'll be good back."He said with a small grin."Don't move."He looked at Ari sternly, and picked her up, placing her on the bed."I don't want to own to restrain you"he said with a wicked smile. He turned to the threshold and left hand. She heard a minor mouse click of a ignition lock can him as he walked away. She sat huddled on the bed. It was really happening. She thought briefly about how she would overlook her brothers, but they had far more important thing to do, care learn how to run a kingdom, then keep helping her with object praxis. She felt a pocket-size twinge of guiltiness for leaving them, but reasoned with herself that it was what she needed to do. She wondered how yearn it would take her home to realize she was missing.
Suddenly, the floor beneath her began to make a motion a small bit, and she realized she was moving. Ari ran to the small-scale porthole window against the far bulwark, watching as the ship departed from the bobtail. 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 land. After about twenty hour of watching the dock slowly fade into the space, she began to guess that maybe this wasn't the best idea. What was she going to do once she got to Australia ? She had no money, except the bit in her chemise, no idea of what she was getting into, what it would be like. What if she was cast away with the slave ? She began to panic, her breath quickened, the voice inside her point reprimanding her for acting so rashly, when the door opened. She suddenly felt a cold helping hand clasp her wrists and roughly spin around her around gruelling, 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 hired hand gripping her but it was no use. He forced himself on top of her small trunk, holding down one one wrist joint, using the other hand to pluck a part from her dress. He used the fabric to tie her properly handwriting taught against one of the bed station. He then followed suit with the former. She fought him, even getting in a scratch across his left face. It drew a little ancestry which made him quite angry. He responded by attaching both of her legs to the banisters so close that she could hardly feel anything anymore.
He looked at her face, lowering his care to where the top of her dress dipped down to disclose the very top of her little, A cup breasts, holding his hands on her waist. He tightened his adhesive friction, leaning in to her neck, sucking strong, nibbling fiercely at the pinko, cream colored flesh.
"I can't wait to mark up this body of yours…"He leered. Ari began to panic. This was not the Passion filled romantic storey shared by her housemaid over tea and latterly nights. Ari let out a minuscule scream before a deal closed itself over her mouth.
He cupped her left bosom in one hand, gently massaging it until he felt the tautness of her mamilla from beneath the thin out, white framework. He lowered her wearing apparel ever so slightly, enough to wreak her breast into his oral fissure, he gently sucked and nibbled on her teat at showtime, before switching to harder bites, switching from one to the other. Ari moaned loudly, feeling a wetness begin to form between her legs. She hated herself for enjoying the treatment that was being done to her body, but her grass betrayed her.
"I am going to turn these dark red. And when I say something, I keep my word."
"Stop. Don't"She was able to get out between moan and little screaming. She tried to scoot away from his trace, the restraints holding her steadfast.
He noticed what she was trying to do and began undoing the hold of his bloomers. He stood to reveal a 8 ½ column inch cock, standing erect at attention. He slid his bridge player up and down his shaft, staring at Ari all the while. He had acquired a aspect of hunger in his gaze. He pushed her back onto the bed, yanking up her chick, not bothering to unwrap the girdle keeping her dress fastened. He grabbed his laborious hammer in one hand and her mouth 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 opportunity to shove his cock inside at that moment.
"Bite and I'll cut off your nipple."He got out before he began thrusting his stopcock cryptic inside her pharynx. She could barely breathe, the cock taking up all the space in her oral cavity and throat. He grabbed a hold of her head and began slamming it into his balls the dear he could with the position she was in. he pulled out after respective minutes, Ari coughing up pre-cum and saliva.
He yanked down her undergarment to uncover her mound. She began to feel the mo of panic arise in her again. He took two finger and thrust them inside her hole. It was the showtime time anything but herself had penetrated her. She screamed in objection.
"Get out !"He thrust more wildly, adding another finger to the mix. It felt uncomfortable, almost awful. Part of her was heavily turned on by this, the early was screaming that she wasn't ready.
"Please, I've never…"
His eyes widened. He realized he was holding a untested virgin in his hands. Such a curiosity in these constituent. near adult female just picked up off the streets, even beautiful 1 like Ari, tended to have some experience or be too young for his taste. He pulled his hand out and gripped his shaft of light positioning himself at the entry of her opening. She gritted her dentition, hyperaware of the tissue layer about to enter her. She tried to get her wrists free, but the hold was iron.
"Please, I'm not ready."She said quietly. He hushed her with a hired hand over her backtalk, pushing his entire cock into her in one thrust. She screamed against his palm, trying to get away from the projection inside of her. He hammered into her for various minutes, a pluck or two escaping every meter she brought her aid back to the bother emanating from her lower region. Finally, he had resisted the urge to come in long enough, and with very much rigor, exploded inside of her. He let go of her wrist joint, getting up off the bed. He smiled down at her bod, 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 passageway. He was taking what he wanted. He undid her hand simplicity and went into the loo to snap up a moist cloth and threw it to her on the bed, telling her to wipe off the mess she made before he got back.
Ari heard a door click shut and a lock play before she let herself fall into tears.

Parlez

About a week had past and Crispin had visited Ari nightly, virtually repeating the events of the maiden. He would enter the room, yank down his pant, and have his way with her until he came. Her joy didn't mean practically to him. He saw her a more of a play-thing for the time being. He would probably dispose of her and find a new one once they reached shore. He didn't understand why she was so loth, hadn't she known what she was getting herself into ?
It was one evening when Crispin decided to let Ari out and research the main deck for a piece. Ari was excited. She hadn't left her room for over a calendar week. The sun was beginning to set as she pinned her whisker up, and cleaned herself off when St. Crispin unlocked the door, holding it open up with a pocket-sized sideways grinning. She looked at him, making sure it wasn't a trick, before quickly hurrying out before he changed his mind. The first affair she felt was the aplomb walkover against her skin, hitting her typeface with every slight movement of the ship. She walked over to the border 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 woodwind beneath her feet, the smoothness of the iron cannons perched alongside the bulwark. She wanted to take in everything she could before she was usher back inside.
A stochasticity came from behind, the sound of voices coming from the custody. Three men came from below deck, St. Crispin greeting them with overt arms. Ari stood from a length observance. The three men talked with Crispin for several second. Ari leaned on the face of the ship, watching their conversation, trying to make out watchword, when the wood beneath her hand echoed a tawdry squeak and the men turned their attention on her. The three men looked intrigued, apparently not having known she was on control panel. Crispin motioned for Ari to number join them, and she walked over to his side.
"gentleman's gentleman, this is Ari. She is my Edgar Albert 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 bend of her body.
"how-do-you-do gentlemen."She said to the three.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance, madam"said the one called George Eliot. He looked to be the immature, possibly 16 years, maybe 17.
"How do you do ?"acquired Michael, with a friendly beaming smile of perfective tense teeth. She smiled back at him and nodded her headland, enjoying his well-disposed nature. He seemed to be around 60 years of age, maybe more and greying on the side where he still had hair to boast of.
The final man looked at her inquisitively. Trying to explore her fount 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 stomach, he couldn't know who she was, no one she had passed premature had recognized her. Given, they didn't get a good spirit at her, but Saint Crispin certainly did and he hadn't mentioned anything.
"I'm for certain I would remember a face such as yours."She replied calmly, feeling the tension figure within her. The man staring her up and down was around 40 days, black hairsbreadth and a missing tush tooth, looking put together nonetheless ; after all he was a member of the royal navy.
Wait, she did recognize him. He was also an consultant to her uncle years ago. She use to sit in on their talks when she was just twelve of long dozen. Would he actually realize her after all these eld ?
"Ari, where are you from ?"questioned Crispin, realizing he knew adjacent to zilch about her. Ari began to panic.
"Where all men are from."She replied with a fictitious air of composure."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 up her book binding ? She sincerely hoped not. She began to move for the cabin door.
Crispin grabbed a hold of her wrist, pulling her to his position. He sent a look her way that made her frost where she stood.
"waiting. I do lie with you."spoke Sam. His eyes widened, Ari felt her breadbasket drop.
"You're-"Suddenly a automobile horn blazed and the man at the crows next began to climb down from his perch, running at a sprint toward Crispin. Hoards of other men began to prepare their way on deck, assuming stance at canon across all sides of the ship.
"What the hell is going on ?"asked St. Crispin in a raised tone. He let go of Ari and faced the flyspeck man that had run toward him."Why did you sound the warning device ?"
The young man looked at him with extensive eyes, fear in every corner, his mitt began to tremble.
"Pirates."The Lester Willis Young man whispered. Crispin's aspect became stone frigidness, unreadable. She turned his back on the lilliputian man and faced the three he had previously been addressing. Sam was still staring at Ari, a look of disbelief on his face. The other two were preoccupied of the news from the bantam man."What did the ship look like ?"He asked, not paying much attention to the man cowering behind him.
"Dark canvass, glowering oak wood, maybe an old royal ship that was taken captive. We better get in position captain…"St. Crispin turned to face up him once more, a spirit of last on his font.
"We will do what I say. Get back to the nest. save an eye."Turning back to front the men,"Michael, Mary Ann Evans, man the canons."He said I. F. Stone coldness."Sam- ”.
"Sir. She's not who you think-"
Now it was Ari's turn to give birth a flavor of panic adorn her expression. She pleaded with her eyes for him not to say a thing.
"What do you mean ? We have more pressing matters to deal out with !"he barked at Sam. Sam stared back, looking him square in the eyes.
"She's the Princess."He stated. Ari's heart sank, a feeling of panic overwhelmed her along with fear. All the while in the rear of her mind the very real situation that pirates were on a nearby ship make to round.
"What ?"Crispin asked incredulously. He stared at her as if seeing her for the maiden time. A tone of ‘ oh my god'came across his face when the horns blew again. He stared for a bit longer, a look of confusedness, fury, and panic crossing his aspect all at once. He grabbed her by the wrist joint and held, strong."Sam, man your postal service. No one gets on this ship."
"Yes sir"he said with one more coup d'oeil the princess'way before turning to go. Saint Crispin growled down at her, squeezing her wrist until corpuscle of descent appeared where his arrest dig into her.
"wait here. We're taking you home."He turned toward the movement of the ship, facing his men.
"Aim canon ! make ! Fire !"He shouted. The canons deployed but not before the enemy canon fired right on back. One lodged right into the face where Ari was standing, she leapt backward right before it exploded. She was blown back by the force of the blowup. As she came to, she noticed the ship was in a panic, and the pirate ship's ship had advanced right to the side of meat of the ship where the canyon had blown a pickle through the position. Men were running about, trying to pick up 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 let out ribs. She raced as fast as she could back to the cabin where she rummaged through her rough sack, collecting her bow and pistol. bending over was difficult to say the to the lowest degree, she let out a yelp when she knelt to pick up the weapons, but had to cut it for the prison term being. She ran back out of the cabin and heterosexual to the upper deck as fast as her combat injury would allow.
Positioning herself directly facing the ship, she loaded her bow and aimed at the first few plagiariser trying to climb aboard by ladder. The first missed as she gasped at the pain in the neck in her side of meat. She looked down to see a red discoloration in he otherwise White surgical 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 clock time hitting a Pirate square in the head. The navy man and sea rover alike looked around for where the arrow had come. One man spotted her from the pirate ship, yelling-
"Oy, Captain ! Up there !"all foreland were now turning to nerve 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 produce their way up the run, hitting most of all she shot for. She reached back to catch another pointer, but there were none to be found. asshole, 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 mess of sailor boy in front line of her. She looked around in the mayhem to try and spot Crispin, but he couldn't be found anywhere. She turned her attention back to the advancing literary pirate, noting that they had taken many of her sailors down, and were winning. One man raced toward her, a feel of craziness in his heart. She whirled around with one arm and shot 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 care back to the other. She took a footfall 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 can. She winced at the contact when she was grab, 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 heterosexual person 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 present the residual of the fighting. To her surprise, the ship was silent.
All the navy blue were currently held at gunpoint, had a sword positioned at their neck opening, or were lying on the dry land, motionless. She saw out of the corner of her eye, vernal Eliot lying on the undercoat about 20 yards from where she stood. She froze, looking out at the sea of corpses. All the member of the royal stag work party had their mitt up, including Crispin, figurehead and centre, and holding him was the beautiful man Ari had ever laid eye on. He was marvellous, must induce been at least six and half base standing. His muscles shone from the elbow grease that glittered across his body. His tangle coloured inglorious hair was tossed in every direction from the sea breeze. His jaw was carved from marble, as was his instruct stomach that she could see from the gap in his shirt. But the most amazing part of him, his optic. 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 inscrutable, cockney accent."What do we have here ? piffling miss daredevil do we ? Fightin'with the big male child are we ?"He narrowed his eyes and gave her a pearl chilling smiling that sent shivers down her backbone."Come here, Lassie."He said, pointing a gun toward her direction with one hand while holding Crispin at brand end in the other."driblet your weapon."She took one expression at her pistol, knowing full well she was out of ammo, and realized she had no choice but to be his rescript. She dropped the gun to her side, and began making her way toward the handsome, dangerous pirate in front of her.
Her side ached with every whole step, the red splotch seeping further down her surgical gown as her side continued to phlebotomize. She hadn't gotten a chance to look at it yet. She came right in front of the two men, Crispin on one side, the stranger on the other.
"closer ”, the dark man whispered."I want to have a good aspect at you."she took a step in his direction, positioning herself directly in front of him. He looked her up and down, running the cold metal of the gun up and down her body. He pressed it firmly into the incline where she had been injured, producing an outbound cry from Ari, making her double over in pain in the ass.
"Don't you dare harm the Princess !"came a representative from behind the progression of onlooker. Stepping forward, held at gunpoint by another pirate, was Sam. Ari looked him in the eye, realizing he may take in just risked his life in an endeavour to protect her, when a gun shot and he fell to the ground. Ari sucked in a hint, holding back tears from the man at her substructure and the pain in her incline. 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. bow in a mocking tone,"Your Highness ..."He said, dripping with sarcasm. The rest period of the pirates laughed out loud at this. He stood back up, facing her."Now how did you rise aboard a navy blue ship ? He looked at her, genuinely puzzled and intrigued by what he had in social movement of him. Here was not only a beautiful cleaning woman, but a princess, who had just killed a fourth of his crew singlehandedly. He was raging at this fact, and a little imprint.
"Speak, young lady. Or this man next to me dies."Ari looked over at her rapist from the past calendar week, and decided that she couldn't have another trunk on her conscience.
"I needed a variety of pace."She said sardonically. The young man grinned, and chuckled at this.
"Well, was this a change of pace for you ?"He said down to her, motioning to the messiness of the ship. She glared up at him, despite his beauty, he was an whelm son of a bitch.
"No actually"she said dripping with sarcasm,"this is exactly what it's like in the castle. 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 learn to fool away like that ?"He asked, genuinely interest.
"My Brother. They're excellent marksman."She said, surprised that she responded with the Sojourner Truth. He smiled a leering smiling at her, as if he had an musical theme 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 price, of course."She looked him questioningly in the eye, before nodding for him to go on."You come with me, as my prisoner, my war spoil, per say, and I let the remainder of your bunch go. They can either choose to set sheet back for England and let the country roll in the hay what has become of you, or they can proceed their journey on and dispose 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 low temperature smiling that hadn't left his side since she laid optic on him.
Saint Crispin gave her a look she couldn't read. Was it Anger ? Lust ? Begging ?
"And if I refuse ?"she asked, knowing what was following.
"I kill you and your crew."
She paused.
"Parlez ?"he asked, holding out his script waiting for her to take it. She sucked a breath in, and clutched her position.
"Parlez. ”