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

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

1812- The Amerind ocean

preface

On a descent day in recent Sept, one of England's royal stag ships,"The Voyager ”, sent out on a tripper to Australia. The royal stag Court had collected a ten thousand of sailor, slaves, craftsmen, and entertainers to take the voyager and colonize the new Land. Among them, was Ariana.
As the princess of King George II, Ariana was always a rebellious girlfriend. She would sneak out of the castle late at night to direct in Archery with her pal, Nikoli and Geoffrey. She showed a outstanding affinity for pistol shooting, and regularly practiced on targets in the nearby woods of the castle. Those were her favored days, the ones where she could escape down the vine that crept from her third gear floor window into the dorsum gardens. She would rise down the creepers, making sure enough that no one saw her, and leakage in the shadiness of the willow trees out back. With her, she would bestow a bow to practice with, and pistol in suit she was to be assaulted. The Ellen Price Wood 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 Cy Young woman was think to act. Once they got to his chambers, he told her to put her men on the table and turn around. Ariana put her hands down on the desk and heard her uncle rummaging around for something. She turned around for a tear moment when a cane came down hard on her tender bottom. She yelped in protest and tried to abide, but he pushed her back onto the desk.
"This is what happens when ladies don't do as they are told"said her uncle."Now I want you to count to ten- one for each. If you make it to ten I won't tell the king 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 adhesive friction, 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 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 time she looked back on that memory.
Even year later, at the age of 19, Ariana detested the life of royalty and wished every day that she would have the exemption her chum's wielded on a day by day foundation. The life of a princess was one of a caged animal, being lead around by sparkly diamond collars and following command after statement. She knew her animation as a trophy would never cease as long as she remained in a palace.
As a princess, she was expected to be the beauty of the kingdom ; the envy of all other maid. Her dame in waiting doted on her day and night, showering her with compliments on her foresighted, chestnut Brown hair that shone red in the light. Her high zygomatic were the envy of all women in the land, not to mention her dark Brown middle, seeming fairy-like, that took up a large portion of her typeface. She was regularly stared at by the untested men at royal balls, her curvy hips and lowly waistline attracting stares from every angle while she swayed to the music.
It was one afternoon when intelligence about the trip to Australia came into her ownership. Her Lady in waiting had been gossiping about it all afternoon. While her handmaid, Eva, laced up her corset, Ariana felt it was time to do it what the news was.
"What has everybody been whispering about, Eva ?"her maidservant shifted, not knowing whether she should ploughshare the info she knew.
"nothing, your highness."Ariana grew more agitated, she wanted to get down to the bottom of what they were talking about."Eva, tell me or I'll report you to the highschool Court."“ okeh your loftiness, but it didn't cum from me. The regal motor lodge is sending a ship to Australia so they can colonize the new land. Apparently the ship leaves tonight. It's a secret mission, we are not supposed to know about it but the safety 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 public. Her handmade helped her finish getting cook for the day, and about an minute later she was left alone. She decided she was going to do it ; she was going to try to display board the ship. She got a pocket-sized rucksack and packed the matter she knew she would need for such a long journey. She gathered a set of pants from her brother's clothes, her undergarments, a compass, and the ring she was given at birth. It was a humble tan ring embellished with four miniscule diamonds at each corner, she brought it with her everywhere she went. On the inside of the mob was engraved her family crest, and initials.
About two hours passed and Ariana decided it was time to try to sneak out. She didn't screw what time the boat would be leaving and wanted to get on it as soon as possible. She went over to the third flooring windowpane with rucksack in hand and begin to shit her way down the creep vines. She checks to make sure that nonentity was around the palace gardens, and reached the ground. One lowest look it was metre to go, she ran into the woods knowing that about a one-half mile due Union was where the shipyard was. She retrieved her compass and began making her way north.

The Shipyard

The clanging in clattering of the canvas of the ships could be heard even from the distance. Ariana hid behind a nosepiece that led from the Ellen Price Wood into the shipyard, Careful that nobody noticed to she was. She saw the ship with side fleur-de-lis attached to the dockage, and six declamatory white sheet. On breast strawman of the ship was a plaque that read"The Voyager"in large gold-leaf varsity letter. She saw crews of men loading supply and slaves onto the ship. The only women she could see boarding the ship were the hard worker. This would be grueling than she thought.
The crew continued to go about their clientele, and she decided to try and act tightlipped, figuring no one would see her in the havoc of the load-in tantrum. She crept forward, creeping through the jungle of barrels and crates, trying to regain an chess opening to get on board. Suddenly a hard Northerner met her from behind the neck, pulling upward on her farsighted brown ignition lock.
"What do you cerebrate you're doing, little girl ?"came the secret voice from behind her.
"None of your business organization, wretch. Let go of me this instant."Her words came out far more surefooted than she felt. The man in doubtfulness turned her around and held her steadfast. She was facing one of the safeguard of the ship. Shit.
"I asked you a question, noblewoman. You have no business being in a man's dominion. Trying to get a look 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 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 make a young lady for passage to Australia ?"she boldly asked. His eyes widened. He was obviously taken by her counter, not expecting a cleaning lady to want passage on such a unsafe journeying.
"No women allowed except for in the slave quarters, and that's not a seat you want to be lurking, lady."She grew baffle. She already knew char weren't allowed, and she was simply grateful 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 slur on this ship."She thought of the life she may own if she be taken back to the palace. She was already well past the age of marriage, and her forefather had a line of wooer, many of them far old than she, waiting for her manus any day now. Once the decision was made she would never be let exempt. This was her one chance.
"I'm taking you to the police."He stated roughly. He began to drag on her roughly by the tomentum, 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 irritated oink from the man.
"You short shit !"He barked at her. She continued to fight back hard against him, when another man walked up to the view. The man holding her quickly yanked her up, standing to attention for the man in front end of them. Ariana was still fighting against the hold on her when she felt a tough jab to her side from the sentry duty. She ceased her conflict and raised her eyes to fulfil a pair of sparkling blue angel ones staring back at her. The man who had walked up to the pair had long blonde haircloth, tired back into a pony hindquarters and an athletic bod, concealed under royal garb. His jawbone was sharp, in a soft and handsome personal manner. He stood at roughly 6'2 ”, almost an entire foot over her 5'4"anatomy. He stared down at her, a small smile creasing his nerve.
"C-Commander."Sputtered the guard next to her."This lady was trying to sneak aboard your ship."The commander in query looked Ariana up and down, appraising her with his ocean-blue eyes.
"Let her go. get out us be."The guard looked at the commander incredulously, but knew well not to discount a organize club. He roughly let go of Ariana's hair, and scuttled away, lifting the beginnings of a headache she had been feeling from the unwanted contact.
"Why do you passage so desperately ? Are you a convict ?"asked the blonde man.
"What does it count to you ?"She barked back.
"Well, I am the senior pilot of this ship, and I just saved your ass from imprisonment. So that's two grounds. But I don't really care why, all that much."She looked at him with a storm saying. She was staring at the captain of"The Voyager"? he couldn't have exceeded 28 years of age."You want passage on this ship ? I am going to involve something in return."She stared back at him.
"I have money-"
"I don't need your money. I need a adult female. Specifically, a woman to sate my want 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"replete his motive ”. She had heard tarradiddle of the amah'violent risky venture 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 marriage. If she had been, she would be deemed un-worthy for a man of royal house. Secretly, she would touch herself under the cover of darkness in her private living 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 second of this man's fling, and realized that if she went with him, she would probably never be deemed appropriate for matrimony anyway. Why not just take it ?
"Ok."She said. He looked surprise that she had consented to his offer, but nonetheless excited. His smile spread into a grin.
"Understand you will be expected to follow my decree exactly and bide in my cabin at all times unless otherwise instructed."
"Understood."
"Alright then. Follow me."

The Cabin

He turned his back and began to lead the way onto the ship. He walked past the crew, up the gangplank, making his way onto the main deck of cards of the ship. Ariana followed suit, making certain to keep her question bowed so that there would be less chance of her being recognized. They made their way toward the captain's living quarters, 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 door behind.
Inside was a declamatory oak, four poster bed that must have been king-size or large from the sum of elbow room it took up. It was covered in beautiful, white Egyptian cotton wool tack, and astragal scatter, adorned with red and atomic number 79 pillows, accompanied by a nigrify fur blanket at the fundament. She marveled at the fact that she had just this forenoon been cooped up in her stone-cold pillar and now was on her way to the undiscovered kingdom of Australia. The commander wrapped his fingers around her shoulder joint 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 svelte curved shape. Her flowing cream-colored wearing apparel, trimmed with beautiful blanched lacing fell over her consistency in the loveliest way. Her dark-brown hair in direct contrast to the white, which she usually wore up and back, flowed over her boob in beautiful moody wave. He took in the sight of her endearing skeletal frame, running a soft hand hand down her impertinence, tracing his way across her tit, leaving down to the deeply"V-shape"of her gown at the waist. His touch sent shiver down her body, creating that niggling flack burning inside her stomach.
"What do you call yourself ?"he asked her, realizing he did not yet sleep together her name.
"Ari-"she realized giving her name to him may que him in on her heritage, as she was probably one of the few Ariana's in the realm, by design.
"Ari. That's beautiful."The commanding officer said, softly."My name is Crispin."She did not get at correcting him on her name, making up her mind she should better leave it.
"Hello, Crispin"she smiled back. Suddenly there was a nock on the door.
"commandant, we're about to set sail."Came a stentorian part from out-of-door.
"I'll be right back."He said with a pocket-size smile."Don't move."He looked at Ari sternly, and picked her up, placing her on the bed."I don't want to take in to hold you"he said with a implike smiling. He turned to the doorway and left wing. She heard a diminished click of a lock chamber prat him as he walked away. She sat huddled on the bed. It was really happening. She thought briefly about how she would miss her comrade, but they had far more important matter to do, like learn how to run a kingdom, then keep back helping her with target practice session. She felt a belittled twinge of guilt for leaving them, but reasoned with herself that it was what she needed to do. She wondered how foresighted it would learn her fellowship to make she was missing.
Suddenly, the floor beneath her began to move a diminished bit, and she realized she was moving. Ari ran to the small embrasure windowpane against the far bulwark, watching as the ship departed from the bob. It waded farther and farther out into the water, before she felt it picking up impulse. She realized they must have raised the sails and we're on their way toward the new land. After about twenty arcminute of watching the bob slowly fade into the distance, she began to think that maybe this wasn't the in effect idea. What was she going to do once she got to Australia ? She had no money, except the bit in her sack, 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 voice inside her read/write head reprimanding her for acting so rashly, when the door opened. She suddenly felt a cold mitt clasp her radiocarpal joint 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 mitt gripping her but it was no use. He forced himself on top of her lowly body, holding down one one articulatio radiocarpea, using the early hand to tear a contribution from her dress. He used the material to tie her decently handwriting taught against one of the bed posts. He then followed wooing with the other. She fought him, even getting in a scratch across his forget cheek. It drew a little blood which made him quite angry. He responded by attaching both of her legs to the banisters so sloshed that she could hardly experience anything anymore.
He looked at her face, lowering his care to where the top of her dress dipped down to expose the very top of her humble, A cup titty, holding his hired hand on her waist. He tightened his handgrip, leaning in to her neck opening, sucking hard, nibbling fiercely at the pink, pick colored flesh.
"I can't wait to cross off up this dead body of yours…"He leered. Ari began to panic. This was not the passion filled romanticistic stories shared by her maidservant over tea and late nights. Ari let out a lowly scream before a handwriting closed itself over her mouthpiece.
He cupped her left breast in one hand, gently massaging it until he felt the tension of her nipple from beneath the thin, White River fabric. He lowered her dress ever so slightly, enough to impart her breast into his mouth, he gently sucked and nibbled on her nipple at initiatory, before switching to harder insect bite, switching from one to the other. Ari moaned loudly, feeling a wetness Begin to take form between her legs. She hated herself for enjoying the discourse that was being done to her body, but her senses betrayed her.
"I am going to turn these glum red. And when I say something, I keep my word."
"Stop. Don't"She was able-bodied to get out between moans and footling howler. 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 reveal a 8 ½ in shaft, 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 hungriness in his gaze. He pushed her back onto the bed, yanking up her wench, not bothering to undo the corset keeping her dress fastened. He grabbed his intemperately shaft in one hand and her mouth in the other.
"open up"he said. She refused, and she she wouldn't obey, he held her nozzle closed until she was forced to spread out her mouth to suspire. He took the opportunity to shove his cock interior at that moment.
"bit and I'll cut off your nipple."He got out before he began thrusting his rooster mystifying inside her pharynx. She could barely breathe, the turncock taking up all the space in her mouth and pharynx. He grabbed a time lag of her head and began slamming it into his balls the in effect he could with the spot she was in. he pulled out after various second, Ari coughing up pre-cum and saliva.
He yanked down her undergarments to reveal her pile. She began to experience the moment of affright arise in her again. He took two fingers and thrust them inside her muddle. It was the initiatory time anything but herself had penetrated her. She screamed in protest.
"Get out !"He thrust more wildly, adding another fingerbreadth to the mix. It felt uncomfortable, almost awful. component 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 rareness in these parts. Most women just picked up off the streets, even beautiful ones like Ari, tended to get some experience or be too young for his tasting. He pulled his hand out and gripped his dick positioning himself at the entrance of her opening. She gritted her teeth, hyperaware of the tissue layer about to go into her. She tried to get her carpus loose, 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 peter 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 various minutes, a rupture or two escaping every meter she brought her attention back to the pain emanating from her get down region. Finally, he had resisted the itch to come long enough, and with lots severity, exploded inside of her. He let go of her radiocarpal joint, getting up off the bed. He smiled down at her figure, his cum leaking out of her hole slowly. She lay there whimpering. A share 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 manus simpleness and went into the loo to grab a damp cloth and threw it to her on the bed, telling her to wipe off the stack she made before he got back.
Ari heard a door dog shut and a lock tour before she let herself accrue into tears.

Parlez

About a hebdomad had past and Crispin had visited Ari nightly, virtually repeating the consequence of the first. He would accede the way, yank down his trouser, and hold his way with her until he came. Her joy didn't mean a great deal to him. He saw her a more of a play-thing for the meter being. He would probably dispose of her and recover 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 main pack of cards for a patch. Ari was excited. She hadn't left her room for over a calendar 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 pocket-sized sideways smiling. She looked at him, making sure it wasn't a joke, before quickly hurrying out before he changed his judgement. The first thing she felt was the cool down breeze against her skin, hitting her face with every slight movement of the ship. She walked over to the edge and felt the salty spray of the sea against her cutis. She smiled to herself, saying"this is what I left for ”. She felt the creak of the wood beneath her feet, the smoothness of the iron carom perched alongside the rampart. She wanted to get hold of in everything she could before she was usher back inside.
A interference came from behind, the audio of voices coming from the hold. Three men came from below deck of cards, Saint Crispin greeting them with open arms. Ari stood from a distance watching. The three men talked with Crispin for several minute of arc. Ari leaned on the side of the ship, watching their conversation, trying to make out words, when the woodwind instrument beneath her script echoed a gimcrack squeak and the men turned their attention on her. The three men looked intrigued, apparently not having known she was on circuit card. Crispin motioned for Ari to come connect them, and she walked over to his side.
"valet de chambre, this is Ari. She is my guest for the voyage. Ari, this is Sam, Thomas Stearns Eliot, and Michael."The three men glanced at her, admiring her grimace in the setting sunlight along with the curves of her body.
"hello gentlemen."She said to the three.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance, madam"said the one called Eliot. He looked to be the youngest, possibly 16 years, maybe 17.
"How do you do ?"acquired Michael, with a friendly beaming smile of consummate teeth. She smiled back at him and nodded her psyche, enjoying his well-disposed nature. He seemed to be around 60 years of age, maybe more and greying on the English where he still had hair to boast of.
The final man looked at her inquisitively. Trying to explore her face for something she couldn't place.
"good evening, Ari."said the man, Sam."amnesty me, but you look very familiar…"Ari felt a tightening in her tummy, he couldn't know who she was, no one she had passed previous had recognized her. Given, they didn't get a good look at her, but Crispin certainly did and he hadn't mentioned anything.
"I'm certainly I would remember a face such as yours."She replied calmly, feeling the latent hostility bod within her. The man staring her up and down was around 40 class, grim hairsbreadth and a escape derriere tooth, looking put together nonetheless ; after all he was a phallus of the royal USN.
waiting, she did recognize him. He was also an advisor to her uncle years ago. She use to sit in on their talks when she was just dozen of thirteen. Would he actually agnise her after all these years ?
"Ari, where are you from ?"questioned Crispin, realizing he knew side by side to nothing 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 distrust something himself. She had to get out of here, but there was nowhere to go. What would they do if they found out ? get her backbone ? She sincerely hoped not. She began to move for the cabin door.
Saint Crispin grabbed a hold of her wrist joint, pulling her to his side. He sent a look her way that made her freeze where she stood.
"time lag. I do know you."spoke Sam. His eye widened, Ari felt her stomach drop.
"You're-"Suddenly a horn blazed and the man at the gasconade next began to climb down from his pole, running at a sprint toward Crispin. Hoards of other men began to make their way on deck of cards, assuming military position at canyon across all slope of the ship.
"What the hell is going on ?"asked Crispin in a enhance look. He let go of Ari and faced the tiny man that had run toward him."Why did you voice the alarm ?"
The young man looked at him with extensive optic, concern in every corner, his hand began to tremble.
"Pirates."The untried man whispered. Crispin's face became Stone frigidness, unreadable. She turned his spinal column on the little man and faced the three he had previously been addressing. Sam was still staring at Ari, a look of disbelief on his face. The former two were preoccupied of the news 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 wood, maybe an old royal ship that was taken captive. We ripe get in stead captain…"Crispin turned to face him once more, a face of death on his face.
"We will do what I say. Get back to the cuddle. keep an eye."Turning back to confront the men,"Michael, Eliot, man the canons."He said stone low temperature."Sam- ”.
"Sir. She's not who you think-"
Now it was Ari's turn to suffer a face of panic adorn her side. She pleaded with her eyes for him not to say a thing.
"What do you intend ? We have more pressing thing to deal with !"he barked at Sam. Sam stared back, looking him feather in the eyes.
"She's the Princess."He stated. Ari's bosom sank, a tone of panic overwhelmed her along with fear. All the spell in the back of her head the very real place that pirates were on a nearby ship gear up to aggress.
"What ?"Saint Crispin asked incredulously. He stared at her as if seeing her for the showtime time. A spirit of ‘ oh my god'came across his face when the cornet blew again. He stared for a moment longer, a aspect of confusion, rage, and panic crossing his face all at once. He grabbed her by the wrist joint 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 wrist until atom of blood appeared where his nails dig into her.
"Wait here. We're taking you home."He turned toward the front man of the ship, facing his men.
"Aim canyon ! Ready ! attack !"He shouted. The canon deployed but not before the enemy canon fired right back. One lodged right into the side where Ari was standing, she leapt backward right on before it exploded. She was blown back by the power of the blowup. As she came to, she noticed the ship was in a panic, and the pirate's ship had advanced right to the side of the ship where the canon had blown a hole through the side. Men were running about, trying to collect weapons. She realized what she had to do. She gingerly got up, clutching her face where she had been thrown back, hoping that there were no broken rib. She raced as fast as she could back to the cabin where she rummaged through her pugnacious sack, collecting her bow and side arm. Bending over was hard to say the least, she let out a yelping when she knelt to clean up the weapons, but had to brush aside it for the time being. She ran back out of the cabin and straightaway to the upper deck of cards as fast as her injuries would allow.
Positioning herself directly facing the ship, she loaded her bow and aimed at the first few pirates trying to climb aboard by run. The number 1 missed as she gasped at the pain in her side. She looked down to see a red grunge in he otherwise white gown. She turned away, knowing that if she didn't do something now she would either present death in moments or worse…
She reloaded the bow and aimed, this time hitting a Pirate lame in the head. The crewman and buccaneer alike looked around for where the arrow had come. One man spotted her from the pirate ship, yelling-
"Oy, Captain ! Up there !"all school principal were now turning to face Ari. She loaded the bow again, shooting at the man who had just yelled, hitting him in the rib. Well, an eye for an eye, right ? She thought to herself.
She continued aiming at the men trying to piddle their way up the ladder, hitting almost of all she shot for. She reached back to grab another arrow, but there were none to be found. cocksucker, 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 plenty of straw hat in forepart of her. She looked around in the mayhem to try and recognise Crispin, but he couldn't be found anywhere. She turned her attention back to the advancing pirates, noting that they had taken many of her crewman down, and were winning. One man raced toward her, a spirit of craziness in his eyes. She whirled around with one arm and shooter in between the middle. 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 former. She took a step back, unloading her gun at the one closest, and then firing back to the next. They fell to the soil here and now later. She took another footfall back and felt a thud hit her backside. She winced at the contact when she was snap up, her helping hand holding the handgun 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 massive thud.
She looked around at the nap of bodies she had accumulated, and turned to front the residuum of the fighting. To her surprisal, the ship was silent.
All the Navy were currently held at gunpoint, had a brand positioned at their neck opening, or were lying on the ground, motionless. She saw out of the nook of her eye, vernal Mary Ann Evans lying on the earth about 20 curtilage from where she stood. She froze, looking out at the sea of cadaver. All the members of the royal crew had their hands up, including Crispin, front and center, and holding him was the beautiful man Ari had ever laid eyes on. He was tall, must ingest been at least six and half metrical unit standing. His muscles shone from the sudor that glittered across his consistence. His tousled glowering contraband hair was tossed in every direction from the sea duck soup. 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 division of him, his center. They glowed a shiny, beautiful super C that she could see from across the ship ; and he stared right at her.
"Well, well"he spoke in a deep, cockney dialect."What do we birth here ? slight miss daredevil do we ? Fightin'with the big son are we ?"He narrowed his optic and gave her a off-white chilling smile that sent frisson down her backbone."Come here, Lassie."He said, pointing a gun toward her direction with one hired man while holding Crispin at steel end in the early."drop-off your weapon."She took one look at her side arm, knowing full well she was out of ammo, and realized she had no pick but to surveil his orders. She dropped the gun to her side, and began making her way toward the handsome, dangerous pirate in movement of her.
Her face ached with every step, the red splodge seeping further down her night-robe as her side continued to bleed. She hadn't gotten a fortune to attend at it yet. She came right in front end of the two men, Crispin on one side, the unknown on the other.
"Closer ”, the sullen man whispered."I want to possess a good look at you."she took a whole tone in his direction, positioning herself directly in strawman of him. He looked her up and down, running the cold alloy of the gun up and down her consistency. He pressed it firmly into the English where she had been injured, producing an outward cry from Ari, making her double over in pain.
"Don't you dare harm the Princess !"came a voice from behind the procession of onlooker. Stepping forward, held at gunpoint by another sea rover, was Sam. Ari looked him in the eye, realizing he may have just risked his life in an crusade to protect her, when a gun guess and he fell to the ground. Ari sucked in a breath, holding back tears from the man at her feet and the pain sensation in her side. The man in front of her turned his attention back in Ari.
"fountainhead, that makes this matter to. Princess ? Of England ?"he laughed out loud at that. obeisance in a mocking tonicity,"Your highness ..."He said, dripping with sarcasm. The quietus 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 figurehead of him. Here was not only a beautiful woman, but a princess, who had just killed a quarter of his work party singlehandedly. He was furious at this fact, and a piffling print.
"Speak, young lady. Or this man next to me dies."Ari looked over at her raper from the past tense calendar week, and decided that she couldn't have another body on her conscience.
"I needed a variety of pace."She said sardonically. The youth man grinned, and chuckled at this.
"wellspring, was this a change of pace for you ?"He said down to her, motioning to the wad of the ship. She glared up at him, despite his dish, he was an overwhelming asshole.
"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 peaceable recently, but it certainly wasn't a blooming carnage, she told herself.
"How did you memorize to shoot like that ?"He asked, genuinely occupy.
"My brothers. They're excellent marksman."She said, surprised that she responded with the Sojourner Truth. He smiled a leering grin at her, as if he had an idea forming in his head.
"Parlez."He said, grinning at her. She looked at him inquisitively.
"Parlez ?"
"I want to declare oneself you a peace pact. 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 spoil, per say, and I let the remainder of your crew go. They can either choose to set canvass back for England and let the area roll in the hay 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 save them, is willingly join me aboard my ship."He smiled at her, that cold smile that hadn't left his face since she laid optic on him.
St. Crispin gave her a look she couldn't read. Was it Anger ? lustfulness ? 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 occupy it. She sucked a intimation in, and clutched her side.
"Parlez. ”