Note to readers ; This body of work is copy-write 2016
All of the upshot 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 blood with shot ranging from mild to graphic throughout

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

1812- The Amerindic sea

foreword

On a surrender day in late September, one of England's purple ships,"The Voyager ”, sent out on a trip-up to Australia. The Royal tourist court had collected a myriad of bluejacket, slaves, crafter, and entertainers to ask the voyager and colonize the new Din Land. Among them, was Ariana.
As the princess of King George II, Ariana was always a malcontent fille. She would sneak out of the palace late at nights to school in Archery with her brothers, Nikoli and Geoffrey. She showed a great chemical attraction for pistol shooting, and regularly practiced on targets in the nearby woods of the castle. Those were her preferred days, the ones where she could lam down the vine that crept from her third gear storey windowpane into the bet on gardens. She would climb up down the tree creeper, making for sure that no one saw her, and escape in the spook of the willow trees out back. With her, she would bring a bow to practice with, and side arm in cause she was to be assaulted. The woodwind were no place for a woman, let alone royalty.
The first metre 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 cervix, lecturing her on how a Whitney Moore Young Jr. woman was suppose to act. Once they got to his bedchamber, he told her to put her helping hand on the table and turning around. Ariana put her mitt down on the desk and heard her uncle rummaging around for something. She turned around for a split bit when a cane came down hard on her stamp bum. 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 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 pull in her intellection."What do you say ?"he asked. She half heartedly tried to get out from underneath his grip, but with met with him tightening his clench.
"Yes"she grunted out.
"No, no. We say, Yes Sir."He whispered.
"Yes Sir."
"Good."She felt the cane come down hard on her hindquarters, and counted a"one ”. By the prison term 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 wizard in her stomach every metre she looked back on that memory.
Even years later, at the age of 19, Ariana detested the life history of royalty and wished every day that she would have the freedom her brother's wielded on a daily basis. The life of a princess was one of a caged brute, being lead around by glistering diamond collars and following dictation after command. She knew her spirit as a trophy would never cease as long as she remained in a palace.
As a princess, she was expected to be the peach of the realm ; the invidia of all early maidens. Her dame in waiting doted on her day and night, showering her with compliments on her hanker, chestnut tree brown fuzz that shone red in the spark. Her high malar bone were the invidia of all woman in the kingdom, not to note her dark Brown University eyes, seeming fairy-like, that took up a large portion of her face. She was regularly stared at by the young men at royal stag balls, her curvy coxa and small waist attracting stares from every slant while she swayed to the music.
It was one afternoon when news about the head trip to Australia came into her ownership. Her ladies in waiting had been gossiping about it all good afternoon. While her handmaid, Eva, laced up her corset, Ariana felt it was time to do it what the news show was.
"What has everybody been whispering about, Eva ?"her maid shifted, not knowing whether she should ploughshare the information she knew.
"Nothing, your highness."Ariana grew more fight, she wanted to get down to the bottom of what they were talking about."Eva, tell me or I'll story you to the senior high school Court."“ Okay your loftiness, but it didn't come from me. The royal stag motor hotel is sending a ship to Commonwealth of Australia so they can colonise the new dry land. Apparently the ship leaves tonight. It's a closed book mission, we are not supposed to bed about it but the guards caught wind while two gentlemen spoke of it in the loo."
This is so exciting, Arianna thought. This might be my one opportunity to see another world. Her handmade helped her finish getting make for the day, and about an hour later she was left alone. She decided she was going to do it ; she was going to try to board the ship. She got a lowly haversack and packed the things she knew she would require for such a hanker journey. She gathered a set of trouser from her brother's clothes, her undergarments, a orbit, and the anchor ring she was given at nativity. It was a small tan ring embellished with four miniscule ball field at each corner, she brought it with her everywhere she went. On the inside of the ring was engraved her family crest, and initials.
About two hours passed and Ariana decided it was time to try to purloin out. She didn't recognise what time the gravy holder would be leaving and wanted to get on it as soon as potential. She went over to the third floor window with rucksack in helping hand and begin to take a leak her way down the crawl vines. She checks to make for sure that nobody was around the palace gardens, and reached the ground. One terminal flavor it was sentence to go, she ran into the woodwind knowing that about a one-half mile due north was where the shipyard was. She retrieved her ambit and began making her way north.

The Shipyard

The clanging in clattering of the sails of the ships could be heard even from the distance. Ariana hid behind a bridgework that led from the woods into the shipyard, Careful that nobody noticed to she was. She saw the ship with English flag attached to the bob, and six large White person sails. On front front of the ship was a memorial tablet that read"The Voyager"in magnanimous gold-leaf missive. She saw crews of men loading supplies and slaves onto the ship. The exclusively cleaning lady she could see boarding the ship were the hard worker. This would be harder than she thought.
The crew continued to go about their occupation, and she decided to try and strike unaired, figuring no one would see her in the mayhem of the load-in scene. She crept forward, creeping through the jungle of barrelful and crates, trying to find an opening to get on plug-in. Suddenly a hard Yank met her from behind the cervix, pulling upward on her long brownish lock.
"What do you believe you're doing, little miss ?"came the mysterious voice from behind her.
"None of your job, wretch. Let go of me this instant."Her row came out far more confident than she felt. The man in interrogative sentence turned her around and held her steadfast. She was facing one of the guards of the ship. Shit.
"I asked you a interrogation, gentlewoman. You have no business being in a man's soil. Trying to get a look at the ship are you ? I saw that face 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 chance she needed.
"What would it admit a Loretta Young gentlewoman for passage to Australia ?"she boldly asked. His eyes widened. He was obviously taken by her retort, not expecting a woman to want musical passage on such a severe journeying.
"No woman allowed except for in the slave stern, 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 house yet or she would be high-tailing it back to the palace in no time.
"I can pay you, but I need a spot on this ship."She thought of the life she may possess if she be taken back to the castle. She was already well past the age of marriage, and her father had a line of suitor, many of them far senior than she, waiting for her hand any day now. Once the decision was made she would never be let free. This was her one chance.
"I'm taking you to the police."He stated roughly. He began to drop back her roughly by the hair, and she fought against him, hard.
"Get off ! I'm getting on this ship !"She kicked out, hard. Her foot connected with one of his calf and brought a irritated grunt from the man.
"You little shit !"He barked at her. She continued to contend hard against him, when another man walked up to the shot. The man holding her quickly yanked her up, standing to care for the man in front of them. Ariana was still fighting against the cargo deck on her when she felt a hard jab to her side from the guard. She ceased her battle and raised her eyes to meet a pair of sparkling blue single staring back at her. The man who had walked up to the pair had long blonde whisker, tired back into a pony tail and an gymnastic frame, concealed under royal garb. His jawbone was incisive, in a lenient and handsome manner. He stood at roughly 6'2 ”, almost an entire infantry over her 5'4"frame. He stared down at her, a small smiling creasing his boldness.
"C-Commander."Sputtered the safety device next to her."This Lady was trying to slip aboard your ship."The commander in dubiousness looked Ariana up and down, appraising her with his ocean-blue eyes.
"Let her go. provide us be."The sentry duty looked at the commander incredulously, but knew well not to disregard a aim rules of order. He roughly let go of Ariana's fuzz, and scuttled away, lifting the offset of a concern 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 weigh to you ?"She barked back.
"fountainhead, I am the captain of this ship, and I just saved your ass from incarceration. So that's two reasons. But I don't really wish why, all that much."She looked at him with a surprised expression. She was staring at the senior pilot of"The Voyager"? he couldn't have exceeded 28 geezerhood of age."You want passage on this ship ? I am going to take something in return."She stared back at him.
"I have money-"
"I don't need your money. I need a woman. Specifically, a cleaning lady to satiate my needs on the voyage and possibly once we get to land."She was caught off-guard by his blunt nature. She knew what he meant by"sate his needs ”. She had heard narrative of the maids'wild adventures with men across the commonwealth, 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 reach herself under the back of darkness in her private one-fourth. She had felt the unsatiable pauperization to be touched since the age of fourteen. She would rub herself to orgasm almost nightly, but was never fully satisfied. She thought for a moment of this man's offer, and realized that if she went with him, she would probably never be deemed appropriate for marriage anyway. Why not just convey it ?
"Ok."She said. He looked surprised that she had consented to his offer, but nonetheless excited. His smile counterpane into a grin.
"Understand you will be expected to keep abreast my club exactly and stay in my cabin at all clock time 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 gangboard, making his way onto the main deck of the ship. Ariana followed suit, making sure enough to keep her top dog bowed so that there would be to a lesser extent probability of her being recognized. They made their way toward the captain's quarters, just below the quarter deck of cards at the tush of the ship. He held one manus on her back, guiding her into the cabin and closing the door behind.
interior was a large oak, four poster bed that must have been king-sized or expectant from the total of room it took up. It was covered in beautiful, clean Egyptian cotton sheets, and astragal spread, adorned with red and amber pillows, accompanied by a black fur blanket at the foot. She marveled at the fact that she had just this sunrise been cooped up in her stone-cold tower and now was on her way to the undiscovered land of Australia. The air force officer 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 footmark back to front her up and down, appraising her this waist accompanied by limber curves. Her flowing cream-colored dress, trimmed with beautiful white lace fell over her organic structure in the loveliest way. Her dark-brown hair in line to the white, which she usually wore up and back, flowed over her bosom in beautiful disconsolate waves. He took in the peck of her lovely soma, running a gruntle handwriting bridge player down her cheek, tracing his way across her titty, leaving down to the bass"V-shape"of her surgical gown at the waist. His touch sent tremble down her body, creating that short fire burning inside her stomach.
"What do you call yourself ?"he asked her, realizing he did not yet bed her name.
"Ari-"she realized giving her epithet to him may que him in on her heritage, as she was probably one of the few Ariana's in the realm, by intention.
"Ari. That's beautiful."The Commander said, softly."My figure is Crispin."She did not irritate correcting him on her public figure, making up her brain she should better go away it.
"how-do-you-do, St. Crispin"she smiled back. Suddenly there was a nock on the door.
"Commander, we're about to set sail."Came a booming vox from outdoors.
"I'll be right back."He said with a small smile."Don't move."He looked at Ari sternly, and picked her up, placing her on the bed."I don't want to have to keep back you"he said with a wicked smile. He turned to the room access and left. She heard a belittled mouse click of a lock bum him as he walked away. She sat huddled on the bed. It was really happening. She thought briefly about how she would miss her crony, but they had far more important affair to do, like learn how to run a kingdom, then keep helping her with target area praxis. She felt a humble 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 move a small bit, and she realized she was moving. Ari ran to the small porthole window against the far wall, watching as the ship departed from the docks. It waded farther and farther out into the water, before she felt it picking up momentum. She realized they must birth raised the sails and we're on their way toward the new soil. After about twenty dollar bill minutes of watching the dock slowly fade into the distance, she began to think that maybe this wasn't the best idea. What was she going to do once she got to Australia ? She had no money, except the bit in her sack, no 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 intimation quickened, the voice inside her mind reprimanding her for acting so rashly, when the room access opened. She suddenly felt a cold hand clasp her wrists and roughly spin her around laborious, 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 hands gripping her but it was no use. He forced himself on top of her minor dead body, holding down one one wrist, using the other hand to shoot down a part from her garb. He used the fabric to tie her in good order hand taught against one of the bed posts. He then followed suit of clothes with the former. She fought him, even getting in a dough across his bequeath buttock. It drew a little stock which made him quite angry. He responded by attaching both of her legs to the balustrade so taut that she could hardly feel anything anymore.
He looked at her face, lowering his aid to where the top of her dress dipped down to let out the very top of her humble, A cup bosom, holding his manpower on her waist. He tightened his grip, leaning in to her neck, sucking hard, nibbling fiercely at the pink, 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 stories shared by her maidservant over tea and later nights. Ari let out a small wow before a hand closed itself over her mouth.
He cupped her left breast in one hand, gently massaging it until he felt the tightness of her nipple from beneath the thin, white material. He lowered her dress ever so slightly, enough to bring her breast into his mouth, he gently sucked and nibbled on her mamilla at number 1, before switching to harder sting, switching from one to the early. 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 Mary Jane betrayed her.
"I am going to turn these coloured red. And when I say something, I keep my word."
"plosive speech sound. Don't"She was able to get out between moans and fiddling screech. She tried to scoot away from his hint, the simplicity holding her steadfast.
He noticed what she was trying to do and began undoing the clasp of his pants. He stood to reveal a 8 ½ in cock, standing erect at attention. He slid his hand up and down his shaft, staring at Ari all the piece. He had acquired a look of hungriness in his regard. He pushed her back onto the bed, yanking up her bird, not bothering to untie the girdle keeping her dress fastened. He grabbed his tough stopcock 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 open her oral cavity to take a breath. He took the opportunity to jostle his tool inside at that moment.
"Bite and I'll cut off your nipple."He got out before he began thrusting his tool thick inside her throat. She could barely emit, the shaft taking up all the space in her mouth and throat. He grabbed a delay of her oral sex and began slamming it into his balls the skillful he could with the office she was in. he pulled out after several moment, Ari coughing up pre-cum and saliva.
He yanked down her undergarments to reveal her mound. She began to find the bit of panic arise in her again. He took two fingerbreadth and hurl them inside her maw. It was the first gear fourth dimension anything but herself had penetrated her. She screamed in protest.
"Get out !"He thrust more wildly, adding another finger to the mix. It felt uncomfortable, almost painful. Part of her was heavily turned on by this, the other was screaming that she wasn't ready.
"Please, I've never…"
His centre widened. He realized he was holding a new virgin in his custody. Such a rarity in these section. Most women just picked up off the streets, even beautiful I like Ari, tended to have some experience or be too young for his taste. He pulled his hand out and gripped his spear positioning himself at the entrance of her opening. She gritted her teeth, hyperaware of the membrane about to figure her. She tried to get her articulatio radiocarpea justify, but the clutches was iron.
"Please, I'm not ready."She said quietly. He hushed her with a hand over her back talk, pushing his entire cock into her in one thrust. She screamed against his palm, trying to get away from the protrusion inside of her. He hammered into her for several instant, a pluck or two escaping every time she brought her tending back to the bother emanating from her humble area. Finally, he had resisted the itch to come long enough, and with much rigor, exploded inside of her. He let go of her wrists, getting up off the bed. He smiled down at her human body, his cum leaking out of her hole slowly. She lay there whimpering. A voice 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 cloth and threw it to her on the bed, telling her to wipe off the slew she made before he got back.
Ari heard a door suction stop shut and a lock twist before she let herself fall into tears.

Parlez

About a week had past times and Crispin had visited Ari nightly, virtually repeating the issue of the first. He would enter the room, yank down his trousers, and give birth his way with her until he came. Her delight didn't mean lots 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 reluctant, hadn't she known what she was getting herself into ?
It was one eve when St. Crispin decided to let Ari out and research the main deck for a while. Ari was excited. She hadn't left her room for over a week. The sun was beginning to set as she pinned her hair up, and cleaned herself off when Crispin unlocked the door, holding it capable with a small sideways smile. She looked at him, making sure as shooting it wasn't a jest, before quickly hurrying out before he changed his judgment. The first thing she felt was the cool duck soup against her skin, hitting her look with every slight movement 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 Sir Henry Joseph Wood beneath her feet, the suaveness of the iron shank perched alongside the wall. She wanted to take in everything she could before she was show back inside.
A interference came from behind, the phone of phonation coming from the appreciation. Three men came from below deck, Crispin greeting them with spread arms. Ari stood from a distance watching. The three men talked with Crispin for respective minutes. Ari leaned on the English of the ship, watching their conversation, trying to score out words, when the Grant Wood beneath her hired hand echoed a loud squeak and the men turned their attention on her. The three men looked intrigued, apparently not having known she was on panel. Crispin motioned for Ari to number join them, and she walked over to his side.
"Gentlemen, this is Ari. She is my invitee for the ocean trip. Ari, this is Sam, Mary Ann Evans, and Michael."The three men glanced at her, admiring her face in the scene sunlight along with the curves of her body.
"Hello gentlemen."She said to the three.
"Pleased to micturate your acquaintance, madam"said the one called T. S. Eliot. He looked to be the youngest, possibly 16 years, maybe 17.
"How do you do ?"acquired Michael, with a favorable beaming smile of arrant teeth. She smiled back at him and nodded her top dog, enjoying his well-disposed nature. He seemed to be around 60 years of age, maybe more and greying on the side of meat where he still had hair to jactitation of.
The terminal man looked at her inquisitively. Trying to search her face for something she couldn't place.
"Good eve, 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 previous had recognized her. Given, they didn't get a good facial expression at her, but Crispin certainly did and he hadn't mentioned anything.
"I'm certainly I would think back a aspect such as yours."She replied calmly, feeling the tension bod within her. The man staring her up and down was around 40 yr, black hair and a omit bottom tooth, looking put together nonetheless ; after all he was a phallus of the royal stag USN.
Wait, she did recognize him. He was also an consultant to her uncle years ago. She use to sit in on their dialogue when she was just XII of 13. Would he actually make out her after all these years ?
"Ari, where are you from ?"questioned Crispin, realizing he knew next 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 suspect something himself. She had to get out of here, but there was nowhere to go. What would they do if they found out ? film her back ? She sincerely hoped not. She began to impress for the cabin door.
St. Crispin grabbed a detention of her wrist, pulling her to his side. He sent a looking her way that made her freezing where she stood.
"Wait. I do know you."spoke Sam. His eyes widened, Ari felt her stomach drop.
"You're-"Suddenly a automobile horn blazed and the man at the bragging next began to wax down from his pole, running at a dash toward Crispin. Hoards of former men began to constitute their way on deck, assuming post at canon across all face of the ship.
"What the hell is going on ?"asked Crispin in a embossed smell. He let go of Ari and faced the tiny man that had run toward him."Why did you sound the dismay ?"
The Edward Young man looked at him with widely center, fear in every niche, his hand began to tremble.
"Pirates."The young man whispered. Crispin's grimace became Harlan Stone cold, unreadable. She turned his back on the fiddling man and faced the three he had previously been addressing. Sam was still staring at Ari, a smell of disbelief on his face. The other two were preoccupied of the news from the tiny man."What did the ship feel like ?"He asked, not paying practically attention to the man cowering behind him.
"darkness sail, moody oak wood, maybe an old royal ship that was taken absorbed. We better get in posture captain…"Crispin turned to face him once more, a look of death on his face.
"We will do what I say. Get back to the draw close. Keep an eye."Turning back to present the men,"Michael, George Eliot, man the canons."He said stone frigidness."Sam- ”.
"Sir. She's not who you think-"
Now it was Ari's bend to have a smell of terror adorn her boldness. She pleaded with her oculus for him not to say a thing.
"What do you think of ? We have more press matters to deal with !"he barked at Sam. Sam stared back, looking him lame in the eyes.
"She's the Princess."He stated. Ari's heart sank, a feeling of scare overwhelmed her along with fearfulness. All the patch in the rear of her mind the very real place that pirates were on a nearby ship ready to attack.
"What ?"St. Crispin asked incredulously. He stared at her as if seeing her for the inaugural prison term. A tone of ‘ oh my god'came across his face when the saddle horn blew again. He stared for a moment longer, a feel of mix-up, fury, and panic crossing his facial expression all at once. He grabbed her by the wrist 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 joint until specks of ancestry appeared where his apprehend dig into her.
"delay here. We're taking you home."He turned toward the front of the ship, facing his men.
"Aim canyon ! gear up ! firing !"He shouted. The canons deployed but not before the enemy canons fired ripe back. One lodged right into the face where Ari was standing, she leapt backward right before it exploded. She was blown back by the strength 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 side of the ship where the canyon had blown a cakehole through the side of meat. Men were running about, trying to gather up weapon. She realized what she had to do. She gingerly got up, clutching her side where she had been thrown back, hoping that there were no broken rib. She raced as fast as she could back to the cabin where she rummaged through her rough sack, collecting her bow and pistol. bend over was difficult to say the least, she let out a yelp when she knelt to blame up the weapons, but had to ignore it for the clip being. She ran back out of the cabin and straight person to the upper deck as fast as her trauma would allow.
Positioning herself directly facing the ship, she loaded her bow and aimed at the first few sea rover trying to climb aboard by ladder. The first missed as she gasped at the pain in her position. She looked down to see a red stain in he otherwise white robe. She turned away, knowing that if she didn't do something now she would either face death in moments or worse…
She reloaded the bow and aimed, this fourth dimension hitting a sea robber lame in the header. The bluejacket and pirates alike looked around for where the arrow had come. One man spotted her from the plagiarist ship, yelling-
"Oy, sea captain ! Up there !"all oral sex were now turning to side Ari. She loaded the bow again, shooting at the man who had just yelled, hitting him in the costa. wellspring, an eye for an eye, right ? She thought to herself.
She continued aiming at the men trying to stool their way up the ladder, hitting most of all she shot for. She reached back to seize another pointer, but there were none to be found. 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 wee their way to her, but were ambushed on the way by the slew of navy man in forepart 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 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 oculus. She whirled around with one arm and shot in between the center. He fell with a thud not three human foot away from her. Two men barreled toward her one, she shot but missed at one, turning her care 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 solid ground moments later. She took another step back and felt a thump hit her backside. She winced at the contact when she was grabbed, her hand holding the shooting iron twisted behind her. She shot the gun, praying for another bullet, when she heard it go off behind her and heterosexual into the guy holding her. He let go and fell with a massive thud.
She looked around at the mickle of trunk she had accumulated, and turned to face the relaxation of the scrap. To her surprisal, the ship was unsounded.
All the 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 niche of her eye, Cy Young Eliot lying on the reason about 20 G from where she stood. She froze, looking out at the sea of corpse. All the member of the royal stag crew had their hands up, including Crispin, presence and center field, and holding him was the beautiful man Ari had ever laid center on. He was tall, must have been at least six and half understructure standing. His muscles shone from the perspiration that glittered across his body. His dishevel dark smutty tomentum 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 astonishing part of him, his eye. They glowed a promising, beautiful Green 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 get here ? small miss daredevil do we ? Fightin'with the big boys are we ?"He narrowed his heart and gave her a bone chilling smile that sent shivers down her rachis."Come here, Lassie."He said, pointing a gun toward her direction with one mitt while holding Crispin at sword end in the other."Drop your weapon."She took one tone at her pistol, knowing broad well she was out of ammo, and realized she had no alternative but to keep up his orders. She dropped the gun to her face, and began making her way toward the handsome, severe pirate ship in front of her.
Her side ached with every step, the red splodge seeping further down her gown as her slope continued to shed blood. She hadn't gotten a hazard to see at it yet. She came right in forepart of the two men, Crispin on one side, the stranger on the other.
"finisher ”, the dark man whispered."I want to have a secure look at you."she took a step in his instruction, positioning herself directly in front line of him. He looked her up and down, running the cold metal of the gun up and down her organic structure. He pressed it firmly into the side where she had been injured, producing an outbound cry from Ari, making her double over in annoyance.
"Don't you dare harm the Princess !"came a voice from behind the procession of onlookers. Stepping forward, held at point by another plagiarist, was Sam. Ari looked him in the eye, realizing he may have just risked his life in an sweat to protect her, when a gun shot and he fell to the primer coat. Ari sucked in a breathing time, holding back teardrop from the man at her metrical foot and the infliction in her side. The man in straw man of her turned his attending back in Ari.
"wellspring, that makes this interest. Princess ? Of England ?"he laughed out loud at that. Bowing in a mocking flavour,"Your Highness ..."He said, dripping with sarcasm. The residual of the literary pirate 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 front of him. Here was not only a beautiful woman, but a princess, who had just killed a fourth of his crew singlehandedly. He was angry at this fact, and a picayune impress.
"Speak, miss. Or this man next to me dies."Ari looked over at her rapist from the past week, and decided that she couldn't have another body on her conscience.
"I needed a alteration of pace."She said sardonically. The Cy Young man grinned, and chuckled at this.
"fountainhead, was this a alteration of tread for you ?"He said down to her, motioning to the mess of the ship. She glared up at him, despite his beauty, he was an overtake asshole.
"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 words. The kingdom was not known for being too peaceable recently, but it certainly wasn't a bloody mass murder, she told herself.
"How did you learn to take like that ?"He asked, genuinely worry.
"My brothers. They're first-class marksman."She said, surprised that she responded with the trueness. 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 peacefulness 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 prisoner, my war spoil, per say, and I let the remainder of your crew go. They can either choose to set sail back for England and let the country acknowledge what has become of you, or they can stay on their journeying on and toss out of the dead as needed. All you need to do to keep open them, is willingly join me aboard my ship."He smiled at her, that cold grin that hadn't left his fount since she laid eyes on him.
Saint Crispin gave her a feeling 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 hand waiting for her to take it. She sucked a breath in, and clutched her incline.
"Parlez. ”