note to readers ; This work is copy-write 2016
All of the case in this story are based in fiction
If you are looking for a quickly read, straight to the spot, this is not for you. It has a floor line with scene ranging from mild to graphic throughout

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

1812- The Indian Ocean

Preface

On a fall day in late Sep, one of England's royal ships,"The Voyager ”, sent out on a misstep to Australia. The Royal Court had collected a myriad of Panama hat, slave, artificer, and entertainers to drive the voyager and colonize the new land. Among them, was Ariana.
As the princess of King Saint George II, Ariana was always a ill-affected girl. She would hook out of the castle late at nights to develop in Archery with her brothers, Nikoli and Geoffrey. She showed a great kinship for handgun shooting, and regularly practiced on targets in the nearby Grant Wood of the castle. Those were her front-runner 24-hour interval, the single where she could escape down the vine that crept from her thirdly floor windowpane into the backrest gardens. She would climb down the crawler, making certain that no one saw her, and escape in the specter of the willow trees out back. With her, she would land a bow to practice with, and pistol in case she was to be assaulted. The woods were no place for a woman, let alone royalty.
The number one time 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 opening, lecturing her on how a young woman was suppose to act. Once they got to his chambers, he told her to put her handwriting on the table and bit around. Ariana put her bridge player down on the desk and heard her uncle rummaging around for something. She turned around for a split secondly when a cane came down hard on her tender arse. She yelped in protest and tried to stand, but he pushed her back onto the desk.
"This is what happens when ladies don't do as they are recite"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 grip, but with met with him tightening his clutch.
"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 prison term he had reached"10"she was sure that she wouldn't be able to sit down for at to the lowest degree a week- maybe two. She didn't know why, but she felt a tingling sentience in her stomach every time she looked back on that memory.
Even years later, at the age of 19, Ariana detested the aliveness of royalty and wish every day that she would throw the freedom her Brother's wielded on a daily basis. The life of a princess was one of a caged animal, being lead around by sparkly rhomb collars and following command after dictation. She knew her life as a trophy would never finish as long as she remained in a palace.
As a princess, she was expected to be the dish of the realm ; the envy of all former maid. Her ma'am in waiting doted on her day and Night, showering her with compliment on her recollective, chestnut dark-brown haircloth that shone red in the light. Her high cheekbones were the envy of all charwoman in the kingdom, not to refer her non-white brown oculus, seeming fairy-like, that took up a large dower of her nerve. She was regularly stared at by the vernal men at royal balls, her bosomy rosehip and small waist attracting stares from every angle while she swayed to the music.
It was one afternoon when news about the trip to Australia came into her willpower. Her ladies in waiting had been gossiping about it all afternoon. While her handmaid, Eva, laced up her girdle, Ariana felt it was time to recognise what the news was.
"What has everybody been whispering about, Eva ?"her amah shifted, not knowing whether she should share the data she knew.
"Nothing, your highness."Ariana grew more crusade, she wanted to get down to the bottom of what they were talking about."Eva, tell me or I'll report you to the senior high school Court."“ Okay your highness, but it didn't come from me. The royal court is sending a ship to Commonwealth of Australia so they can colonize the new earth. Apparently the ship leaves tonight. It's a secret missionary post, we are not supposed to know about it but the guards caught wind while two gentleman 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 stop getting ready for the day, and about an hour later she was left alone. She decided she was going to do it ; she was going to try to add-in the ship. She got a pocket-size rucksack and packed the things she knew she would ask 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 nascence. It was a small common topaz ring embellished with four miniscule baseball 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 60 minutes passed and Ariana decided it was time to try to sneak out. She didn't know what time the boat would be leaving and wanted to get on it as soon as possible. She went over to the tierce floor windowpane with rucksack in paw and Begin to make her way down the creeping vines. She checks to make sure that nobody was around the palace gardens, and reached the priming coat. One stopping point look it was time to go, she ran into the woods knowing that about a one-half naut mi due northward was where the shipyard was. She retrieved her compass and began making her way north.

The Shipyard

The clanging in clattering of the sails of the ships could be heard even from the distance. Ariana hid behind a bridge that led from the woods into the shipyard, Careful that cypher noticed to she was. She saw the ship with English pin attached to the dock, and six expectant Andrew Dickson White sails. On front front of the ship was a memorial tablet that read"The Voyager"in large gold-leaf letters. She saw bunch of men loading provision and hard worker onto the ship. The exclusively charwoman she could see boarding the ship were the slaves. This would be harder than she thought.
The crew continued to go about their business, and she decided to try and act nearer, figuring no one would see her in the mayhem of the load-in prospect. She crept forward, creeping through the jungle of bbl and crates, trying to rule an opening to get on control board. Suddenly a hard Yank met her from behind the cervix, pulling upward on her prospicient brown locks.
"What do you think you're doing, little girl ?"came the mystical spokesperson from behind her.
"None of your business, wretch. Let go of me this instant."Her words came out far more confident than she felt. The man in question turned her around and held her steadfast. She was facing one of the safeguard of the ship. Shit.
"I asked you a question, lady. You have no business being in a man's soil. Trying to get a look at the ship are you ? I saw that spirit in your center, looking for bother is what it is."
She glared at him harshly, she wanted to spatter on him for his condescending nature, but decided she was dying to get aboard the ship, and this may be just the opportunity she needed.
"What would it take a young lady for passage to Australia ?"she boldly asked. His eyes widened. He was obviously taken by her retort, not expecting a woman to want transition on such a dangerous journey.
"No charwoman allowed except for in the slave quarters, 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 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 daub on this ship."She thought of the sprightliness she may own if she be taken back to the castle. She was already well past the age of marriage, and her father had a blood of wooer, many of them far older than she, waiting for her hand any day now. Once the decision was made she would never be let relieve. This was her one chance.
"I'm taking you to the police."He stated roughly. He began to get behind her roughly by the hair, and she fought against him, hard.
"Get off ! I'm getting on this ship !"She kicked out, hard. Her foot connected with one of his calves and brought a roiled grunt from the man.
"You small dirt !"He barked at her. She continued to fight hard against him, when another man walked up to the scene. The man holding her quickly yanked her up, standing to attention for the man in strawman of them. Ariana was still fighting against the cargo hold on her when she felt a intemperately jab to her side from the guard. She ceased her battle and raised her optic to meet a pair of sparkling down in the mouth single staring back at her. The man who had walked up to the pair had long blonde whisker, tired back into a shot glass tail and an gymnastic bod, concealed under royal dress. His jawbone was abrupt, in a soft and big manner. He stood at roughly 6'2 ”, almost an entire invertebrate foot over her 5'4"form. He stared down at her, a small grinning creasing his look.
"C-Commander."Sputtered the safety device next to her."This ma'am was trying to filch aboard your ship."The air force officer in doubtfulness looked Ariana up and down, appraising her with his ocean-blue eyes.
"Let her go. Leave us be."The guard looked at the Commander incredulously, but knew well not to disregard a lead order. He roughly let go of Ariana's whisker, and scuttled away, lifting the start 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 matter to you ?"She barked back.
"Well, I am the captain of this ship, and I just saved your ass from imprisonment. So that's two reasonableness. But I don't really give care 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 years of age."You want passage on this ship ? I am going to want 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 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 pauperism ”. She had heard tales of the maid'state of nature adventure with men across the commonwealth, but had never shared even a candy kiss with one herself. It was her job as a princess to be untouched for man and wife. If she had been, she would be deemed un-worthy for a man of royalty. Secretly, she would allude herself under the cover of iniquity 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 minute of this man's whirl, and realized that if she went with him, she would probably never be deemed appropriate for marriage anyway. Why not just accept it ?
"Ok."She said. He looked surprised that she had consented to his offer, but nonetheless excited. His grinning spread into a grin.
"Understand you will be expected to follow my order exactly and appease in my cabin at all times unless otherwise instructed."
"Understood."
"Alright then. Follow me."

The Cabin

He turned his book binding and began to run the way onto the ship. He walked past the work party, up the gangboard, making his way onto the master deck of the ship. Ariana followed suit of clothes, making sure to keep her head word bowed so that there would be less chance of her being recognized. They made their way toward the master's quarters, just below the fourth deck at the back end of the ship. He held one script on her back, guiding her into the cabin and closing the doorway behind.
inside was a tumid oak, four poster bed that must receive been king-size or declamatory from the amount of way it took up. It was covered in beautiful, White River Egyptian cotton plant tack, and bead spread, adorned with red and gold pillows, accompanied by a black fur mantle at the metrical foot. She marveled at the fact that she had just this morning been cooped up in her stone-cold tower and now was on her way to the unexplored land of Australia. The commander wrapped his finger's breadth around her articulatio humeri and moved Ariana to face up him. She stood in front of him, not knowing quite what to say or do. He took a step back to attend her up and down, appraising her this waistline accompanied by slender curve ball. Her flowing cream-colored dress, trimmed with beautiful white lace fell over her torso in the lovely way. Her brownish hair in line to the flannel, which she usually wore up and back, flowed over her titty in beautiful grim waves. He took in the sight of her lovely frame, running a mollify paw hand down her brass, tracing his way across her breasts, leaving down to the inscrutable"V-shape"of her nightdress at the shank. His cutaneous senses sent frisson down her dead body, creating that small fire burning inside her stomach.
"What do you call yourself ?"he asked her, realizing he did not yet sleep with her name.
"Ari-"she realized giving her public figure to him may que him in on her heritage, as she was probably one of the few Ariana's in the kingdom, by design.
"Ari. That's beautiful."The air force officer said, softly."My gens is Crispin."She did not bother correcting him on her name, making up her mind she should better leave it.
"Hello, St. Crispin"she smiled back. Suddenly there was a nock on the door.
"Commander, we're about to set sail."Came a booming voice from outside.
"I'll be decently 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 bound you"he said with a repellant smile. He turned to the room access and left wing. She heard a pocket-sized click of a lock chamber seat him as he walked away. She sat huddled on the bed. It was really happening. She thought briefly about how she would miss her brothers, but they had far more important things to do, like learn how to run a kingdom, then keep helping her with target exercise. She felt a minuscule twinge of guilt trip for leaving them, but reasoned with herself that it was what she needed to do. She wondered how farseeing it would take her syndicate to agnize she was missing.
Suddenly, the level beneath her began to travel a minor bit, and she realized she was moving. Ari ran to the low porthole window against the far wall, watching as the ship departed from the wharfage. It waded farther and farther out into the water, before she felt it picking up momentum. She realized they must have raised the sails and we're on their way toward the new Din Land. After about XX minutes of watching the dock slowly fade into the distance, she began to remember that maybe this wasn't the skillful melodic theme. 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 hard worker ? She began to panic, her hint quickened, the phonation inside her head reprimanding her for acting so rashly, when the door opened. She suddenly felt a common cold hand clasp her wrists and roughly spun her around hard, looking into her oculus with a low temperature grammatical construction.
"I told you, don't move."He grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her up onto the bed. She fought against his paw gripping her but it was no use. He forced himself on top of her small physical structure, holding down one one radiocarpal joint, using the other hand to tear a constituent from her dress. He used the framework to tie her correctly hand taught against one of the bed Charles William Post. He then followed suit with the other. She fought him, even getting in a shekels across his left cheek. It drew a little blood which made him quite angry. He responded by attaching both of her legs to the balustrade 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 expose the very top of her modest, A cup boob, holding his hands on her waist. He tightened his grip, leaning in to her neck, sucking hard, nibbling fiercely at the pink, ointment colored flesh.
"I can't waiting to mark up this body of yours…"He leered. Ari began to panic. This was not the passion filled romantic stories shared by her maids over tea and late night. Ari let out a small scream 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 cloth. He lowered her clothes ever so slightly, enough to impart her breast into his mouth, he gently sucked and nibbled on her nipple at first, before switching to harder bites, switching from one to the other. Ari moaned loudly, feeling a wetness begin to form between her legs. She hated herself for enjoying the handling that was being done to her torso, but her senses betrayed her.
"I am going to move around these dark red. And when I say something, I keep my word."
"Stop. Don't"She was able to get out between moans and little sidesplitter. She tried to scoot away from his speck, the restraints holding her steadfast.
He noticed what she was trying to do and began undoing the clench of his gasp. He stood to unwrap a 8 ½ inch hammer, 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 thirst in his regard. He pushed her back onto the bed, yanking up her bird, not bothering to loosen the corset keeping her dress fastened. He grabbed his hard cock in one bridge player and her sassing in the other.
"clear up"he said. She refused, and she she wouldn't obey, he held her nose closed until she was forced to open her lip to breathe. He took the chance to thrust his cock inside at that moment.
"morsel and I'll cut off your nipple."He got out before he began thrusting his putz deep inside her throat. She could barely breathe, the prick taking up all the space in her back talk and throat. He grabbed a hold of her head and began slamming it into his balls the best he could with the placement she was in. he pulled out after several moment, Ari coughing up pre-cum and saliva.
He yanked down her undergarment to reveal her knoll. She began to feel the moment of panic arise in her again. He took two fingers and hurl them inside her hole. It was the number 1 clip anything but herself had penetrated her. She screamed in protest.
"Get out !"He thrust more wildly, adding another finger's breadth 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 eyes widened. He realized he was holding a unseasoned virgin in his hand. Such a rareness in these parts. Most women just picked up off the streets, even beautiful ones like Ari, tended to throw some experience or be too young for his perceptiveness. He pulled his bridge player out and gripped his pecker positioning himself at the entrance of her opening. She gritted her teeth, hyperaware of the membrane about to enter her. She tried to get her radiocarpal joint free, but the suitcase was iron.
"Please, I'm not ready."She said quietly. He hushed her with a hired man over her backtalk, pushing his total 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 care back to the pain emanating from her lower regions. Finally, he had resisted the urge to come in long enough, and with much rigor, exploded inside of her. He let go of her carpus, getting up off the bed. He smiled down at her figure, his cum leaking out of her fix slowly. She lay there whimpering. A division 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 mitt chasteness and went into the loo to snaffle a damp cloth and threw it to her on the bed, telling her to wipe off the jam she made before he got back.
Ari heard a doorway detent shut and a lock chamber turning before she let herself devolve into tears.

Parlez

About a hebdomad had yesteryear and Saint Crispin had visited Ari nightly, virtually repeating the events of the first. He would enter the room, yank down his trouser, and have his way with her until he came. Her pleasure didn't mean practically to him. He saw her a more of a play-thing for the meter being. He would probably dispose of her and find a new one once they reached shore. He didn't understand why she was so loth, hadn't she known what she was getting herself into ?
It was one evening when Crispin decided to let Ari out and explore the master 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 St. Crispin unlocked the door, holding it open up with a small sideways smile. She looked at him, making sure it wasn't a prank, before quickly hurrying out before he changed his psyche. The first thing she felt was the cool child's play against her peel, hitting her font with every slight 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 woods beneath her feet, the smoothness of the iron cannons perched alongside the wall. She wanted to take in everything she could before she was ushered back inside.
A racket came from behind, the sound of voices coming from the hold. Three men came from below pack of cards, Saint Crispin greeting them with open subdivision. Ari stood from a distance watching. The three men talked with Crispin for several instant. Ari leaned on the side of the ship, watching their conversation, trying to make out words, when the wood beneath her script echoed a loud squeaker and the men turned their attention on her. The three men looked intrigued, apparently not having known she was on gameboard. Crispin motioned for Ari to do link them, and she walked over to his side of meat.
"Gentlemen, this is Ari. She is my Guest for the voyage. Ari, this is Sam, T. S. Eliot, and Michael."The three men glanced at her, admiring her face in the setting sunlight along with the curve of her organic structure.
"hi 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 perfect teeth. She smiled back at him and nodded her head, enjoying his friendly nature. He seemed to be around 60 years of age, maybe more and greying on the slope where he still had hair to boasting of.
The final man looked at her inquisitively. Trying to search her boldness for something she couldn't place.
"goodness evening, Ari."said the man, Sam."amnesty 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 look at her, but St. Crispin certainly did and he hadn't mentioned anything.
"I'm sure I would call back a case such as yours."She replied calmly, feeling the tension frame within her. The man staring her up and down was around 40 yr, melanise hair and a lacking seat tooth, looking put together nonetheless ; after all he was a member of the royal stag Navy.
Wait, she did accredit him. He was also an adviser to her uncle years ago. She use to sit in on their talks when she was just dozen of thirteen. Would he actually spot her after all these years ?
"Ari, where are you from ?"questioned Crispin, realizing he knew succeeding 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 ? Take her back ? She sincerely hoped not. She began to displace for the cabin door.
Crispin grabbed a storage area of her wrist, pulling her to his side. He sent a face her way that made her freeze where she stood.
"delay. I do fuck you."spoke Sam. His eyes widened, Ari felt her abdomen drop.
"You're-"Suddenly a horn blazed and the man at the crows next began to climb down from his pole, running at a sprint toward Crispin. Hoards of other men began to pee-pee their way on deck of cards, assuming positions at canons across all sides of the ship.
"What the infernal region is going on ?"asked Crispin in a raised tone. He let go of Ari and faced the tiny man that had run toward him."Why did you fathom the alarum ?"
The youthful man looked at him with wide optic, fear in every niche, his hand began to tremble.
"Pirates."The unseasoned man whispered. Saint Crispin's face became gem cold, unreadable. She turned his back on the little man and faced the three he had previously been addressing. Sam was still staring at Ari, a expression of disbelief on his brass. The former two were preoccupied of the intelligence from the tiny man."What did the ship aspect like ?"He asked, not paying much aid to the man cowering behind him.
"Dark sails, dark oak wood, maybe an old royal ship that was taken captive. We better get in location captain…"Crispin turned to face him once more, a look of expiry on his face.
"We will do what I say. Get back to the nest. preserve an eye."Turning back to face the men,"Michael, Eliot, man the canons."He said Harlan F. Stone cold."Sam- ”.
"Sir. She's not who you think-"
Now it was Ari's turn to have a smell of panic adorn her face. She pleaded with her centre for him not to say a matter.
"What do you entail ? We have more pressing topic to consider with !"he barked at Sam. Sam stared back, looking him square in the eyes.
"She's the Princess."He stated. Ari's center sank, a impression of scare overwhelmed her along with reverence. All the patch in the spine of her creative thinker the very literal situation that pirates were on a nearby ship ready to round.
"What ?"Crispin asked incredulously. He stared at her as if seeing her for the get-go time. A expression of ‘ oh my god'came across his look when the horns blew again. He stared for a moment longer, a look of discombobulation, fierceness, and panic crossing his face 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 glimpse the princess'way before turning to go. Crispin growled down at her, squeezing her wrist until particle of blood appeared where his peg dig into her.
"wait here. We're taking you home."He turned toward the strawman of the ship, facing his men.
"Aim canons ! Ready ! fervency !"He shouted. The canons deployed but not before the foe canons fired right back. One lodged right into the side where Ari was standing, she leapt backward right before it exploded. She was blown back by the power of the explosion. As she came to, she noticed the ship was in a affright, and the sea rover's ship had advanced right to the side of the ship where the canon had blown a hole through the English. Men were running about, trying to collect weapons. 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 confused costa. She raced as fast as she could bet on to the cabin where she rummaged through her jolting sack, collecting her bow and pistol. Bending over was difficult to say the least, she let out a yip when she knelt to pick up the weapons, but had to brush off it for the time being. She ran back out of the cabin and straight person to the upper deck of cards as fast as her harm would allow.
Positioning herself directly facing the ship, she loaded her bow and aimed at the first few pirates trying to climb aboard by ladder. The first missed as she gasped at the painful sensation in her position. She looked down to see a red blot in he otherwise whiteness gown. She turned away, knowing that if she didn't do something now she would either face death in here and now or worse…
She reloaded the bow and aimed, this clip hitting a Pirate square in the headland. The sailor boy and pirates alike looked around for where the pointer had come. One man spotted her from the plagiariser ship, yelling-
"Oy, Captain ! Up there !"all brain were now turning to brass Ari. She loaded the bow again, shooting at the man who had just yelled, hitting him in the costa. Well, an eye for an eye, right ? She thought to herself.
She continued aiming at the men trying to make their way up the ladder, hitting most of all she shot for. She reached back to grab another arrow, but there were none to be found. Shit, 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 lay down their way to her, but were ambushed on the way by the passel of sailors in front of her. She looked around in the havoc to try and pick out Crispin, but he couldn't be found anywhere. She turned her attention back to the advancing literary pirate, noting that they had taken many of her sailors down, and were winning. One man raced toward her, a looking of craziness in his eyes. She whirled around with one arm and shooting in between the eyes. He fell with a thud not three foot away from her. Two men barreled toward her one, she shot but missed at one, turning her care back to the other. She took a stride back, unloading her gun at the one closest, and then firing back to the next. They fell to the ground mo later. She took another tone back and felt a thud hit her fanny. She winced at the tangency when she was grabbed, her hand holding the pistol twisted behind her. She shot the gun, praying for another bullet train, when she heard it go off behind her and straight into the guy holding her. He let go and fell with a monolithic thud.
She looked around at the cumulus of organic structure she had accumulated, and turned to face the sleep of the fighting. To her surprise, the ship was silent.
All the navy were currently held at gunpoint, had a sword positioned at their neck, or were lying on the land, motionless. She saw out of the corner of her eye, untested Eliot lying on the background about 20 yards from where she stood. She froze, looking out at the sea of corpses. All the members of the royal crowd had their hired hand up, including Saint Crispin, front and center, and holding him was the beautiful man Ari had ever laid eyes on. He was tall, must sustain been at least six and half feet standing. His sinew shone from the sweat that glittered across his body. His tousled dark black hair was tossed in every direction from the sea duck soup. His jaw was carved from marble, as was his teach stomach that she could see from the gap in his shirt. But the most amazing part of him, his eyes. They glowed a bright, beautiful super C that she could see from across the ship ; and he stared right at her.
"fountainhead, well"he spoke in a deep, cockney emphasis."What do we have got here ? Little missy harum-scarum do we ? Fightin'with the big son are we ?"He narrowed his centre and gave her a bone chilling smile that sent shivers down her backbone."Come here, Lassie."He said, pointing a gun toward her direction with one handwriting while holding Crispin at blade end in the early."free fall your weapon."She took one look at her pistol, knowing wide well she was out of ammo, and realized she had no choice but to follow his orders. She dropped the gun to her side, and began making her way toward the handsome, dangerous plagiariser in movement of her.
Her side ached with every stair, the red splotch seeping further down her gown as her side continued to bleed. She hadn't gotten a hazard to appear at it yet. She came right in strawman of the two men, St. Crispin on one side, the stranger on the other.
"Closer ”, the dark man whispered."I want to have a thoroughly looking at you."she took a step in his direction, positioning herself directly in presence of him. He looked her up and down, running the frigid 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 two-base hit over in hurting.
"Don't you dare harm the Princess !"came a articulation from behind the procession of onlookers. Stepping forward, held at point by another pirate, was Sam. Ari looked him in the eye, realizing he may have just risked his biography in an effort to protect her, when a gun shot and he fell to the ground. Ari sucked in a breath, holding back snag from the man at her feet and the pain in her side. The man in front of her turned his tending back in Ari.
"Well, that makes this interesting. Princess ? Of England ?"he laughed out loud at that. obeisance in a mocking tone,"Your highness ..."He said, dripping with caustic remark. The balance of the pirates laughed out loud at this. He stood back up, facing her."Now how did you climb up aboard a USN 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 work party singlehandedly. He was angry at this fact, and a petty instill.
"Speak, little girl. Or this man next to me dies."Ari looked over at her rapist from the past week, and decided that she couldn't have another body on her scruples.
"I needed a change of pace."She said sardonically. The unseasoned man grinned, and chuckled at this.
"Well, was this a modification of pace for you ?"He said down to her, motioning to the mess of the ship. She glared up at him, despite his beauty, he was an 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 true statement of her parole. The kingdom was not known for being too peaceable recently, but it certainly wasn't a crashing massacre, she told herself.
"How did you acquire to shoot like that ?"He asked, genuinely interested.
"My brothers. They're excellent marksman."She said, surprised that she responded with the the true. He smiled a leering smile at her, as if he had an mind forming in his head.
"Parlez."He said, grinning at her. She looked at him inquisitively.
"Parlez ?"
"I want to offer you a peace treaty. Under my footing, of course."She looked him questioningly in the eye, before nodding for him to go on."You come with me, as my prisoner, my war spoiling, per say, and I let the residue of your crew go. They can either choose to set sail back for England and let the country know what has become of you, or they can bear on their journey on and chuck out of the bushed as needed. All you need to do to bring through them, is willingly join me aboard my ship."He smiled at her, that inhuman smiling that hadn't left his face since she laid eyes on him.
Crispin gave her a looking she couldn't read. Was it Anger ? lecherousness ? 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 take it. She sucked a breath in, and clutched her side.
"Parlez. ”