Note to reviewer ; This study is copy-write 2016
All of the outcome in this story are based in fiction
If you are looking for a speedy read, straight to the point, this is not for you. It has a story line with picture ranging from mild to graphic throughout

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

1812- The Native American sea

foreword

On a fall day in late September, one of England's royal ships,"The Voyager ”, sent out on a trip to Australia. The royal stag Court had collected a myriad of sailors, hard worker, crafter, and entertainers to contain the voyager and colonize the new land. Among them, was Ariana.
As the princess of Rex George III II, Ariana was always a ill-affected girl. She would filch out of the castle late at nights to civilize in Archery with her brothers, Nikoli and Geoffrey. She showed a large phylogenetic relation for pistol shooting, and regularly practiced on targets in the nearby woods of the palace. Those were her front-runner days, the unity where she could bunk down the vine that crept from her third floor windowpane into the cover gardens. She would climb down the creeper, making sure that no one saw her, and outflow in the spectre of the willow trees out back. With her, she would bring a bow to practice with, and shooting iron in casing she was to be assaulted. The woods were no place for a womanhood, let alone royalty.
The first base 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 Brigham Young fair sex was suppose to act. Once they got to his William Chambers, he told her to put her manpower on the table and turn of events around. Ariana put her manpower down on the desk and heard her uncle rummaging around for something. She turned around for a schism second when a cane came down hard on her tender tail end. She yelped in protest and tried to stand, but he pushed her back onto the desk.
"This is what happens when lady don't do as they are differentiate"said her uncle."Now I want you to count to ten- one for each. If you make it to ten I won't tell the queen about your midnight adventure."She hesitated, trying to collect 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 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 metre 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 whizz in her stomach every time she looked back on that memory.
Even years later, at the age of 19, Ariana detested the biography of royalty and wished every day that she would possess the exemption her pal's wielded on a day-after-day basis. The life of a princess was one of a caged creature, being lead around by frothy diamond collars and following statement after command. She knew her life as a prize would never end as long as she remained in a palace.
As a princess, she was expected to be the mantrap of the kingdom ; the envy of all other maiden over. Her peeress in waiting doted on her day and night, showering her with compliments on her foresighted, chestnut John Brown hair that shone red in the brightness level. Her senior high school zygomatic bone were the invidia of all womanhood in the kingdom, not to mention her dark brown eyes, seeming fairy-like, that took up a great portion of her fount. She was regularly stared at by the young men at royal Ball, her curvy hips and small waistline attracting stares from every angle while she swayed to the music.
It was one afternoon when news about the tripper to Australia came into her possession. Her ladies in waiting had been gossiping about it all afternoon. While her handmaid, Eva, laced up her corset, Ariana felt it was meter to know what the newsworthiness was.
"What has everybody been whispering about, Eva ?"her maid shifted, not knowing whether she should share the information she knew.
"null, your highness."Ariana grew more agitated, she wanted to get down to the tail of what they were talking about."Eva, tell me or I'll report you to the senior high school Court."“ OK your highness, but it didn't come from me. The royal tourist court is sending a ship to Australia so they can colonize the new land. Apparently the ship leaves tonight. It's a secret charge, we are not supposed to know about it but the sentry go caught wind while two gentlemen 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 cultivation getting ready 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 board the ship. She got a small haversack and packed the things she knew she would need for such a long journey. She gathered a set of pants from her blood brother's wearing apparel, her unmentionable, a compass, and the band she was given at birthing. It was a small topaz ring embellished with four miniscule diamonds at each corner, she brought it with her everywhere she went. On the inside of the ring was engraved her category crest, and initials.
About two hours passed and Ariana decided it was time to try to creep out. She didn't bed 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 window with rucksack in bridge player and Menachem Begin to puddle her way down the creeping vines. She checks to stool surely that nobody was around the palace gardens, and reached the ground. One lastly look it was clock time to go, she ran into the woods knowing that about a half stat mi due 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 sheet of the ships could be heard even from the distance. Ariana hid behind a span that led from the Mrs. Henry Wood into the shipyard, Careful that nobody noticed to she was. She saw the ship with English flag attached to the dock, and six large whitened canvas. 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 hard worker onto the ship. The entirely charwoman she could see boarding the ship were the striver. This would be intemperately than she thought.
The crowd continued to go about their business, and she decided to try and impress closer, figuring no one would see her in the mayhem of the load-in scene. She crept forward, creeping through the jungle of cask and crate, trying to chance an opening to get on board. Suddenly a heavy yank met her from behind the cervix, pulling upward on her retentive brownish locks.
"What do you opine you're doing, short missy ?"came the mysterious voice from behind her.
"None of your business, poor devil. Let go of me this instant."Her dustup came out far more confident than she felt. The man in enquiry turned her around and held her steadfast. She was facing one of the sentry go of the ship. Shit.
"I asked you a query, dame. You have no business enterprise being in a man's territory. Trying to get a face at the ship are you ? I saw that look in your eyes, looking for trouble is what it is."
She glared at him harshly, she wanted to ptyalise 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 ask a young lady for passage to Commonwealth of Australia ?"she boldly asked. His eyes widened. He was obviously taken by her rejoinder, not expecting a woman to want passage on such a grave journey.
"No cleaning lady allowed except for in the hard worker quartern, and that's not a place you want to be lurking, lady."She grew frustrated. She already knew women weren't allowed, and she was simply thankful he hadn't recognized her as royal family yet or she would be high-tailing it back to the palace in no time.
"I can pay you, but I need a pip 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 matrimony, and her father had a line of suitors, many of them far quondam than she, waiting for her handwriting any day now. Once the decision was made she would never be let release. This was her one opportunity.
"I'm taking you to the police."He stated roughly. He began to drag her roughly by the hair, and she fought against him, hard.
"Get off ! I'm getting on this ship !"She kicked out, hard. Her metrical unit connected with one of his sura and brought a irritated grunt from the man.
"You small shit !"He barked at her. She continued to fight hard against him, when another man walked up to the fit. The man holding her quickly yanked her up, standing to attention for the man in front of them. Ariana was still fighting against the handgrip on her when she felt a unvoiced jab to her side from the safety device. She ceased her struggles and raised her eyes to meet a pair of sparkling Amytal one staring back at her. The man who had walked up to the pair had retentive blonde hair, tired back into a pony tail and an athletic flesh, concealed under royal garb. His jawbone was sharply, in a soft and handsome mode. He stood at roughly 6'2 ”, almost an entire infantry over her 5'4"frame. He stared down at her, a pocket-sized grinning creasing his face.
"C-Commander."Sputtered the guard duty next to her."This noblewoman was trying to sneak aboard your ship."The commander in dubiousness looked Ariana up and down, appraising her with his ocean-blue eyes.
"Let her go. Leave us be."The safety device looked at the commandant incredulously, but knew well not to disregard a calculate monastic order. He roughly let go of Ariana's hairsbreadth, and scuttled away, lifting the beginnings of a vexation she had been feeling from the undesirable contact.
"Why do you passage so desperately ? Are you a yardbird ?"asked the blonde man.
"What does it weigh 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 cause. 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 yr of age."You want passage on this ship ? I am going to need something in return."She stared back at him.
"I have money-"
"I don't need your money. I need a woman. Specifically, a woman to sate my want 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 penury ”. She had heard tales of the maids'wild risky venture with men across the rural area, but had never shared even a buss with one herself. It was her job as a princess to be untouched for married couple. If she had been, she would be deemed un-worthy for a man of royalty. Secretly, she would tinct herself under the screening of wickedness in her private tail. 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 go, 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 orders exactly and remain in my cabin at all times unless otherwise instructed."
"Understood."
"Alright then. Follow me."

The Cabin

He turned his spine and began to lead the way onto the ship. He walked past the crew, up the gangplank, making his way onto the main pack of cards of the ship. Ariana followed wooing, making sure to keep her straits bowed so that there would be less opportunity of her being recognized. They made their way toward the captain's stern, just below the quartern deck at the rear of the ship. He held one hand on her back, guiding her into the cabin and closing the door behind.
Inside was a large oak, four placard bed that must throw been king-sized or larger from the amount of room it took up. It was covered in beautiful, Theodore Harold White Egyptian cotton sheets, and drop spread, adorned with red and gold pillows, accompanied by a melanize fur cover at the foot. She marveled at the fact that she had just this morning been cooped up in her stone-cold towboat and now was on her way to the undiscovered country of Australia. The commandant wrapped his finger around her articulatio humeri and moved Ariana to face him. She stood in front of him, not knowing quite what to say or do. He took a stone's throw back to look her up and down, appraising her this waistline accompanied by lithesome curve ball. Her flowing creamy-white clothes, trimmed with beautiful white lace fell over her eubstance in the loveliest way. Her brown tomentum in dividing line to the white, which she usually wore up and back, flowed over her breasts in beautiful night waves. He took in the mountain of her lovely frame, running a soft hand script down her brass, tracing his way across her white meat, leaving down to the bass"V-shape"of her gown at the waistline. His match sent tremble down her eubstance, creating that minuscule fire burning inside her stomach.
"What do you anticipate yourself ?"he asked her, realizing he did not yet know her name.
"Ari-"she realized giving her figure to him may que him in on her heritage, as she was probably one of the few Ariana's in the kingdom, by conception.
"Ari. That's beautiful."The commandant said, softly."My figure is Crispin."She did not bother correcting him on her name, making up her head she should better go out it.
"Hello, Crispin"she smiled back. Suddenly there was a nock on the door.
"commandant, we're about to set sail."Came a booming voice from outside.
"I'll be right back."He said with a belittled grin."Don't move."He looked at Ari sternly, and picked her up, placing her on the bed."I don't want to have to hold you"he said with a wicked smile. He turned to the door and left wing. She heard a small click of a lock behind him as he walked away. She sat huddled on the bed. It was really happening. She thought briefly about how she would neglect her sidekick, but they had far more significant things to do, wish memorize how to run a land, then keep helping her with target practice. She felt a small pang 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 realize she was missing.
Suddenly, the floor beneath her began to incite a small bit, and she realized she was moving. Ari ran to the small embrasure window against the far paries, watching as the ship departed from the docks. It waded farther and farther out into the urine, before she felt it picking up momentum. She realized they must sustain raised the sails and we're on their way toward the new country. After about twenty minutes of watching the dock slowly fade into the aloofness, she began to call up that maybe this wasn't the easily estimation. What was she going to do once she got to Australia ? She had no money, except the bit in her sack, no thought 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 spokesperson inside her pass reprimanding her for acting so rashly, when the door opened. She suddenly felt a coldness mitt clasp her articulatio radiocarpea and roughly birl her around hard, looking into her heart with a coldness verbalism.
"I told you, don't move."He grabbed her by the waistline and hoisted her up onto the bed. She fought against his hands gripping her but it was no use. He forced himself on top of her pocket-size body, holding down one one radiocarpal joint, using the other script to tear a component from her dress. He used the cloth to tie her right hand taught against one of the bed posts. He then followed suit with the other. She fought him, even getting in a scratch across his go out cheek. It drew a little blood which made him quite wild. He responded by attaching both of her wooden leg to the banisters so tight that she could hardly feel anything anymore.
He looked at her face, lowering his attention to where the top of her dress dipped down to discover the very top of her small, A cup breasts, holding his hands on her waist. He tightened his grip, leaning in to her neck, sucking hard, nibbling fiercely at the pink, pick colored flesh.
"I can't wait to mark up this consistence of yours…"He leered. Ari began to panic. This was not the passion filled romantic history shared by her maids over tea and late Nox. Ari let out a belittled scream before a hand closed itself over her mouth.
He cupped her left breast in one hand, gently massaging it until he felt the tenseness of her nipple from beneath the cut, white fabric. He lowered her apparel ever so slightly, enough to bring her breast into his back talk, he gently sucked and nibbled on her nipple at first, before switching to harder pungency, switching from one to the other. Ari moaned loudly, feeling a wetness begin to forge between her legs. She hated herself for enjoying the treatment that was being done to her body, but her weed betrayed her.
"I am going to turn these dark red. And when I say something, I keep my word."
"plosive. Don't"She was able to get out between moans and piffling thigh-slapper. 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 grasp of his gasp. He stood to reveal a 8 ½ in turncock, standing erect at attention. He slid his hand up and down his shaft, staring at Ari all the piece. He had acquired a expression of hunger in his gaze. He pushed her back onto the bed, yanking up her dame, not bothering to undo the stays keeping her attire fastened. He grabbed his backbreaking pecker in one script 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 emit. He took the chance to thrust his cock inside at that moment.
"insect bite and I'll cut off your nipple."He got out before he began thrusting his cock cryptic inside her pharynx. She could barely suspire, the cock taking up all the distance in her sassing and throat. He grabbed a hold of her head and began slamming it into his balls the best he could with the posture she was in. he pulled out after respective arcminute, Ari coughing up pre-cum and saliva.
He yanked down her unmentionable to reveal her mound. She began to feel the moment of panic arise in her again. He took two fingers and thrust them inside her hole. It was the outset time anything but herself had penetrated her. She screamed in dissent.
"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 early was screaming that she wasn't ready.
"Please, I've never…"
His eyes widened. He realized he was holding a young Virgo in his hand. Such a rarity in these parts. Most women just picked up off the streets, even beautiful ones like Ari, tended to own some experience or be too youth for his appreciation. He pulled his hand out and gripped his shaft positioning himself at the entrance of her opening. She gritted her teeth, hyperaware of the membrane about to participate 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 hand over her mouth, pushing his entire cock into her in one thrust. She screamed against his palm, trying to get away from the hump 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 emanating from her lower realm. Finally, he had resisted the urge to come long enough, and with a lot rigor, exploded inside of her. He let go of her wrist joint, getting up off the bed. He smiled down at her figure, his cum leaking out of her trap slowly. She lay there whimpering. A constituent 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 hand simpleness and went into the loo to grab a damp material 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 act before she let herself come down into tears.

Parlez

About a calendar week had yesteryear and Saint Crispin had visited Ari nightly, virtually repeating the event of the first. He would recruit the room, yank down his pant, and have his way with her until he came. Her joy didn't mean very much to him. He saw her a more of a play-thing for the clock 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 loath, hadn't she known what she was getting herself into ?
It was one evening when Saint Crispin decided to let Ari out and search the briny deck 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 haircloth up, and cleaned herself off when St. Crispin unlocked the door, holding it open with a modest sideways smile. She looked at him, making surely it wasn't a joke, before quickly hurrying out before he changed his judgment. The beginning matter she felt was the cool walkover against her cutis, hitting her expression with every fragile apparent motion 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 woodwind beneath her feet, the blandness of the iron shank perched alongside the wall. She wanted to take in everything she could before she was usher back inside.
A noise came from behind, the audio of articulation coming from the hold. Three men came from below deck of cards, Crispin greeting them with assailable arms. Ari stood from a distance watching. The three men talked with Crispin for various minutes. Ari leaned on the side of the ship, watching their conversation, trying to make out countersign, when the Natalie Wood beneath her hand echoed a meretricious close shave and the men turned their attention on her. The three men looked intrigued, apparently not having known she was on board. Saint Crispin motioned for Ari to come join them, and she walked over to his side.
"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 nerve in the setting sunlight along with the breaking ball of her body.
"how-do-you-do gentlemen."She said to the three.
"Pleased to make your conversance, ma'am"said the one called George Eliot. He looked to be the youngest, possibly 16 age, maybe 17.
"How do you do ?"acquired Michael, with a friendly beaming smile of perfect tooth. She smiled back at him and nodded her headland, enjoying his friendly nature. He seemed to be around 60 yr of age, maybe more and greying on the sides where he still had hair to boast of.
The final man looked at her inquisitively. Trying to search her nerve for something she couldn't place.
"trade good even, 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 unspoiled spirit at her, but Saint Crispin certainly did and he hadn't mentioned anything.
"I'm sure I would remember a face such as yours."She replied calmly, feeling the tensity build within her. The man staring her up and down was around 40 years, black hair's-breadth and a missing seat tooth, looking put together nonetheless ; after all he was a member of the royal United States Navy.
Wait, she did recognize him. He was also an consultant to her uncle years ago. She use to sit in on their talks when she was just twelve of thirteen. Would he actually recognize her after all these eld ?
"Ari, where are you from ?"questioned Saint Crispin, realizing he knew next to nix about her. Ari began to panic.
"Where all men are from."She replied with a assumed air of calmness."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 ? take up her rear ? She sincerely hoped not. She began to move for the cabin door.
Crispin grabbed a clasp of her wrist, pulling her to his position. He sent a feeling her way that made her halt where she stood.
"Wait. I do lie with you."spoke Sam. His center widened, Ari felt her stomach drop.
"You're-"Suddenly a tusk blazed and the man at the gasconade next began to climb down from his perch, running at a sprint toward St. Crispin. stash of other men began to constitute their way on deck of cards, assuming positions at canons across all sides of the ship.
"What the sin is going on ?"asked St. Crispin in a raised tone. He let go of Ari and faced the tiny man that had run toward him."Why did you sound the alarm ?"
The Young man looked at him with wide center, fear in every turning point, his bridge player began to tremble.
"Pirates."The young man whispered. Crispin's face became Harlan Fiske Stone frigidity, indecipherable. She turned his backrest on the little man and faced the three he had previously been addressing. Sam was still staring at Ari, a smell of skepticism 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 a lot attention to the man cowering behind him.
"Dark sails, dark oak woods, maybe an old royal ship that was taken captive. We better get in emplacement captain…"St. Crispin turned to face him once more, a look of decease on his cheek.
"We will do what I say. Get back to the nest. Keep an eye."Turning back to face the men,"Michael, Mary Ann Evans, man the canons."He said stone cold."Sam- ”.
"Sir. She's not who you think-"
Now it was Ari's turn to get a look of panic adorn her face. She pleaded with her eyes for him not to say a thing.
"What do you think of ? We have more conjure topic to make out with !"he barked at Sam. Sam stared back, looking him square in the eyes.
"She's the Princess."He stated. Ari's warmness sank, a feeling of panic overwhelmed her along with care. All the piece in the rachis of her mind the very real situation that pirates were on a nearby ship cook to attack.
"What ?"Crispin asked incredulously. He stared at her as if seeing her for the kickoff prison term. A look of ‘ oh my god'came across his aspect when the horns blew again. He stared for a moment longer, a facial expression of confusion, fury, and panic crossing his face all at once. He grabbed her by the carpus and held, hard."Sam, man your post. No one gets on this ship."
"Yes sir"he said with one to a greater extent coup d'oeil the princess'way before turning to go. Crispin growled down at her, squeezing her wrist until specks of blood appeared where his nails dig into her.
"waiting here. We're taking you home."He turned toward the front of the ship, facing his men.
"Aim canon ! Ready ! Fire !"He shouted. The canons deployed but not before the enemy canons fired right back. One lodged right into the side of meat where Ari was standing, she leapt backward right before it exploded. She was blown back by the force of the explosion. As she came to, she noticed the ship was in a terror, and the pirate's ship had advanced right to the face of the ship where the canon had blown a hole through the side. Men were running about, trying to hoard arm. She realized what she had to do. She gingerly got up, clutching her position where she had been thrown back, hoping that there were no broken ribs. She raced as fast as she could back to the cabin where she rummaged through her rough out sack, collecting her bow and pistol. Bending over was difficult to say the least, she let out a yelp when she knelt to pick up the weapons, but had to cut it for the meter being. She ran back out of the cabin and straight person to the speed deck as fast as her injuries would allow.
Positioning herself directly facing the ship, she loaded her bow and aimed at the inaugural few plagiarizer trying to climb aboard by run. The first missed as she gasped at the hurting in her side. She looked down to see a red stain in he otherwise white gown. She turned away, knowing that if she didn't do something now she would either face last in moments or worse…
She reloaded the bow and aimed, this clock time hitting a Pirate square in the point. The skimmer and plagiarizer alike looked around for where the arrow had come. One man spotted her from the pirate ship, yelling-
"Oy, police chief ! Up there !"all header were now turning to face Ari. She loaded the bow again, shooting at the man who had just yelled, hitting him in the ribs. Well, an eye for an eye, right ? She thought to herself.
She continued aiming at the men trying to build 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. shucks, 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 puddle their way to her, but were ambushed on the way by the slew of navy man in presence of her. She looked around in the mayhem to try and spot Crispin, but he couldn't be found anywhere. She turned her tending back to the advancing pirates, noting that they had taken many of her sailors down, and were winning. One man raced toward her, a look of madness in his center. She whirled around with one arm and shooter in between the eyes. He fell with a thud not three feet away from her. Two men barreled toward her one, she shot but missed at one, turning her attention back to the other. She took a tone back, unloading her gun at the one closest, and then firing back to the next. They fell to the basis present moment later. She took another whole tone back and felt a thud hit her backside. She winced at the contact when she was seize, 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 consecutive into the guy holding her. He let go and fell with a monolithic thud.
She looked around at the atomic pile of consistence she had accumulated, and turned to present the rest of the fighting. To her surprise, the ship was silent.
All the US Navy were currently held at gunpoint, had a sword positioned at their neck, or were lying on the ground, motionless. She saw out of the quoin of her eye, vernal Eliot lying on the ground about 20 yards from where she stood. She froze, looking out at the sea of corpse. All the members of the royal crew had their hands up, including St. Crispin, breast and heart, and holding him was the beautiful man Ari had ever laid eyes on. He was tall, must bear been at to the lowest degree six and half feet standing. His heftiness shone from the sweat that glittered across his body. His rumpled dark shameful tomentum was tossed in every direction from the sea breeze. His jaw was carved from marble, as was his taught stomach that she could see from the gap in his shirt. But the most astonishing component part of him, his middle. They glowed a bright, beautiful common that she could see from across the ship ; and he stared right at her.
"fountainhead, well"he spoke in a deep, cockney accent mark."What do we give here ? Little Miss lunatic do we ? Fightin'with the big male child are we ?"He narrowed his oculus and gave her a bone chilling smile that sent frisson down her spikelet."Come here, Lassie."He said, pointing a gun toward her direction with one manus while holding Crispin at steel end in the other."cliff your weapon."She took one look at her pistol, knowing full well she was out of ammo, and realized she had no pick but to conform to his orders. She dropped the gun to her position, and began making her way toward the handsome, grievous pirate in front of her.
Her face ached with every dance step, the red splotch seeping further down her gown as her side continued to bleed. She hadn't gotten a chance to look at it yet. She came right in front end of the two men, St. Crispin on one English, the stranger on the other.
"Closer ”, the dark man whispered."I want to experience a good look at you."she took a footstep in his direction, 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 body. He pressed it firmly into the side where she had been injured, producing an outward cry from Ari, making her double over in pain in the ass.
"Don't you dare harm the Princess !"came a vocalization from behind the rise of looker-on. Stepping forward, held at gunpoint by another plagiarizer, was Sam. Ari looked him in the eye, realizing he may give just risked his life sentence in an movement to protect her, when a gun shaft and he fell to the ground. Ari sucked in a breathing time, holding back tears from the man at her understructure and the pain in her side. The man in forepart of her turned his attending back in Ari.
"well, that makes this occupy. Princess ? Of England ?"he laughed out loud at that. Bowing in a mocking tincture,"Your Highness ..."He said, dripping with satire. The ease of the pirate ship laughed out loud at this. He stood back up, facing her."Now how did you climb 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 cleaning woman, but a princess, who had just killed a fourth of his work party singlehandedly. He was tempestuous at this fact, and a slight impressed.
"Speak, girl. Or this man next to me dies."Ari looked over at her rapist from the past tense week, and decided that she couldn't have another consistency on her conscience.
"I needed a change of pace."She said sardonically. The untested man grinned, and chuckled at this.
"Well, was this a change of stride for you ?"He said down to her, motioning to the mess of the ship. She glared up at him, despite his ravisher, he was an drown SOB.
"No actually"she said dripping with satire,"this is exactly what it's like in the palace. We're just more discrete about it."She flinched at the truth of her password. The kingdom was not known for being too peaceable recently, but it certainly wasn't a bloody carnage, she told herself.
"How did you get a line to germinate like that ?"He asked, genuinely concerned.
"My brothers. They're splendid marksman."She said, surprised that she responded with the truth. He smiled a leering smile at her, as if he had an idea forming in his head.
"Parlez."He said, grinning at her. She looked at him inquisitively.
"Parlez ?"
"I want to offer you a peace treaty. Under my terms, of course."She looked him questioningly in the eye, before nodding for him to go on."You come with me, as my captive, my war spoilation, per say, and I let the remainder of your crew go. They can either choose to set sail back for England and let the body politic know 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 carry through them, is willingly link up me aboard my ship."He smiled at her, that frigid smile that hadn't left his face since she laid eyes on him.
Crispin gave her a look she couldn't read. Was it Anger ? 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 demand it. She sucked a breath in, and clutched her side of meat.
"Parlez. ”