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

This is part 1 of the 1812 serial publication, I will be posting component 2 soon.

1812- The Indian sea

Preface

On a gloaming day in tardy September, one of England's royal ships,"The Voyager ”, sent out on a trip to Commonwealth of Australia. The Royal Court had collected a myriad of sailors, slaves, journeyman, and entertainers to take the voyager and colonize the new dry land. Among them, was Ariana.
As the princess of King George II, Ariana was always a rebellious miss. She would sneak out of the castling late at nights to cultivate in Archery with her brothers, Nikoli and Geoffrey. She showed a neat affinity for pistol shot, and regularly practiced on butt in the nearby woods of the rook. Those were her favorite twenty-four hour period, the ace where she could escape down the vine that crept from her third floor windowpane into the back gardens. She would climb down the creepers, making sure that no one saw her, and escapism in the shade of the willow trees out back. With her, she would add a bow to practice with, and handgun in vitrine she was to be assaulted. The forest were no shoes for a woman, let alone royal house.
The first time she was caught escaping at the age of 10, her uncle was the one who found her. He dragged her back to the rook, leading her by the neck, lecturing her on how a young woman was suppose to act. Once they got to his bedchamber, he told her to put her hands 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 split second when a cane came down hard on her tender bottom. She yelped in protest and tried to suffer, 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 depend to ten- one for each. If you make it to ten I won't tell the king about your midnight adventure."She hesitated, trying to pick up her thoughts."What do you say ?"he asked. She half heartedly tried to get out from underneath his clutch, 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 butt, and counted a"one ”. By the time he had reached"10"she was sure that she wouldn't be able-bodied to sit down for at least a week- maybe two. She didn't know why, but she felt a tingling sensation in her stomach every time she looked back on that memory.
Even yr later, at the age of 19, Ariana detested the life-time of royalty and wished every day that she would get the exemption her crony's wielded on a daily basis. The lifetime of a princess was one of a caged brute, being lead around by frothy diamond collars and following command after statement. She knew her animation as a prize would never end as long as she remained in a palace.
As a princess, she was expected to be the smasher of the realm ; the envy of all other maiden over. Her ladies in waiting doted on her day and nighttime, showering her with regard on her foresightful, chestnut brown hair that shone red in the Christ Within. Her high zygomatic bone were the envy of all women in the kingdom, not to cite her dark brown eyes, seeming fairy-like, that took up a vauntingly portion of her face. She was regularly stared at by the Pres Young men at royal bollock, her curvy coxa and small waist attracting stares from every angle while she swayed to the music.
It was one afternoon when word about the trip-up to Australia came into her possession. Her noblewoman in waiting had been gossiping about it all afternoon. While her servant, Eva, laced up her stays, Ariana felt it was sentence to lie with what the news was.
"What has everybody been whispering about, Eva ?"her maid shifted, not knowing whether she should share the information she knew.
"zero, 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 written report you to the heights Court."“ Okay your highness, but it didn't seminal fluid from me. The royal lawcourt is sending a ship to Australia so they can colonize the new demesne. Apparently the ship leaves tonight. It's a secret mission, we are not supposed to bonk about it but the guards caught wind while two gentleman's gentleman spoke of it in the loo."
This is so rouse, Arianna thought. This might be my one fortune to see another universe. Her handmade helped her finale getting cook for the day, and about an hr later she was left alone. She decided she was going to do it ; she was going to try to board the ship. She got a small rucksack and packed the things she knew she would need for such a longsighted journey. She gathered a set of pants from her comrade's clothes, her undergarments, a compass, and the hoop she was given at nascence. It was a small topaz ring embellished with four miniscule diamonds at each street corner, she brought it with her everywhere she went. On the inside of the ring was engraved her kin peak, and initials.
About two 60 minutes passed and Ariana decided it was time to try to sneak out. She didn't be intimate what fourth dimension the sauceboat would be leaving and wanted to get on it as soon as possible. She went over to the third floor window with backpack in script and begin to make her way down the creep vines. She checks to make for certain that nobody was around the palace gardens, and reached the ground. One last spirit it was time to go, she ran into the Mrs. Henry Wood knowing that about a half mile due north was where the shipyard was. She retrieved her range 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 deck that led from the woods into the shipyard, Careful that nobody noticed to she was. She saw the ship with English flags attached to the dockage, and six heavy white sheet. On breast front of the ship was a plaque that read"The Voyager"in large gold-leaf letters. She saw crews of men loading provision and striver onto the ship. The only char she could see boarding the ship were the hard worker. This would be firmly than she thought.
The crew continued to go about their stage business, and she decided to try and displace closer, figuring no one would see her in the mayhem of the load-in scene. She crept forward, creeping through the jungle of barrels and crates, trying to find an first step to get on display panel. Suddenly a hard Yankee-Doodle met her from behind the neck, pulling upward on her hanker embrown whorl.
"What do you think you're doing, little girl ?"came the mysterious voice from behind her.
"None of your business, poor devil. Let go of me this instant."Her countersign came out far more convinced 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 question, ma'am. You have no line being in a man's territory. Trying to get a smell at the ship are you ? I saw that look in your center, 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 take a youth lady for passage to Commonwealth of Australia ?"she boldly asked. His eye widened. He was obviously taken by her retort, not expecting a woman to want passage on such a dangerous journey.
"No women allowed except for in the striver 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 castle in no time.
"I can pay you, but I need a spot on this ship."She thought of the life history she may possess if she be taken back to the palace. She was already well past the age of marriage, and her Father of the Church had a personal line of credit of suitor, many of them far older than she, waiting for her paw any day now. Once the decision was made she would never be let unblock. This was her one fortune.
"I'm taking you to the police."He stated roughly. He began to drag 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 pissed oink from the man.
"You footling snitch !"He barked at her. She continued to fight down hard against him, when another man walked up to the fit. The man holding her quickly yanked her up, standing to care for the man in front end of them. Ariana was still fighting against the postponement on her when she felt a operose jab to her side of meat from the guard. She ceased her conflict and raised her optic to adjoin a dyad of sparkling profane one staring back at her. The man who had walked up to the pair had long blonde tomentum, tired back into a trot tail and an athletic frame, concealed under royal stag dress. His submaxilla was crisp, in a cushy and good-looking manner. He stood at roughly 6'2 ”, almost an integral foundation over her 5'4"frame. He stared down at her, a modest smile creasing his font.
"C-Commander."Sputtered the safety device next to her."This gentlewoman was trying to cabbage aboard your ship."The commandant in motion looked Ariana up and down, appraising her with his ocean-blue eyes.
"Let her go. Leave us be."The safety device looked at the commander incredulously, but knew well not to disregard a direct order. He roughly let go of Ariana's hairsbreadth, and scuttled away, lifting the origin of a worry she had been feeling from the unwanted contact.
"Why do you passage so desperately ? Are you a yard bird ?"asked the blond man.
"What does it matter to you ?"She barked back.
"Well, I am the master of this ship, and I just saved your ass from immurement. So that's two cause. But I don't really give care why, all that much."She looked at him with a surprised expression. She was staring at the captain of"The Voyager"? he couldn't have exceeded 28 class of age."You want passage on this ship ? I am going to need something in return."She stared back at him.
"I have money-"
"I don't need your money. I need a woman. Specifically, a fair sex to replete my pauperism 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 motivation ”. She had heard tales of the maids'barbaric risky venture 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 marriage. If she had been, she would be deemed un-worthy for a man of royalty. Secretly, she would equal herself under the cover of darkness in her private stern. She had felt the insatiable demand 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 instant of this man's pass, and realized that if she went with him, she would probably never be deemed reserve for marriage anyway. Why not just take it ?
"Ok."She said. He looked surprised that she had consented to his offering, but nonetheless excited. His smile spread into a grin.
"Understand you will be expected to travel along my order exactly and stay in my cabin at all prison term unless otherwise instructed."
"Understood."
"Alright then. Follow me."

The Cabin

He turned his back and began to moderate 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 for certain to celebrate her caput bowed so that there would be less chance of her being recognized. They made their way toward the chieftain's quartern, just below the twenty-five percent deck at the tail end of the ship. He held one hired man on her back, guiding her into the cabin and closing the door behind.
interior was a prominent oak, four post-horse bed that must ingest been king-sized or larger from the amount of room it took up. It was covered in beautiful, whitened Egyptian cotton sheets, and astragal spreading, adorned with red and Au pillows, accompanied by a pitch blackness fur mantle at the human foot. She marveled at the fact that she had just this morning been cooped up in her stone-cold pillar and now was on her way to the unexplored kingdom of Australia. The commander wrapped his fingers around her shoulder and moved Ariana to face him. She stood in forepart of him, not knowing quite what to say or do. He took a footprint back to await her up and down, appraising her this waist accompanied by svelte curves. Her flowing cream-colored dress, trimmed with beautiful clean lace fell over her body in the lovely way. Her chocolate-brown hair in contrast to the white, which she usually wore up and back, flowed over her boob in beautiful disconsolate waves. He took in the stack of her lovely frame, running a soft hired man hand down her cheek, tracing his way across her breasts, leaving down to the mystifying"V-shape"of her gown at the waist. His touch sent shivers down her soundbox, creating that lilliputian fire burning inside her stomach.
"What do you call yourself ?"he asked her, realizing he did not yet have it off 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 kingdom, by design.
"Ari. That's beautiful."The Commander said, softly."My name is Crispin."She did not bother correcting him on her name, making up her mind she should better leave it.
"hullo, St. Crispin"she smiled back. Suddenly there was a nock on the door.
"commandant, we're about to set sail."Came a boom out vox from outside.
"I'll be right back."He said with a small smiling."Don't move."He looked at Ari sternly, and picked her up, placing her on the bed."I don't want to suffer to throttle you"he said with a wicked smile. He turned to the room access and left. She heard a diminished click of a lock chamber arse 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 fair game pattern. She felt a small twinge of guilt trip for leaving them, but reasoned with herself that it was what she needed to do. She wondered how long it would take her family to realize she was missing.
Suddenly, the floor beneath her began to incite a small bit, and she realized she was moving. Ari ran to the small porthole windowpane against the far wall, watching as the ship departed from the bob. It waded farther and farther out into the H2O, before she felt it picking up momentum. She realized they must stimulate raised the sails and we're on their way toward the new land. After about twenty minutes of watching the loading dock slowly fade into the distance, she began to reckon that maybe this wasn't the advantageously approximation. 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 slave ? She began to panic, her breath quickened, the part inside her head reprimanding her for acting so rashly, when the threshold opened. She suddenly felt a stale hand clasp her wrist and roughly spun her around hard, looking into her center with a insensate expression.
"I told you, don't move."He grabbed her by the shank and hoisted her up onto the bed. She fought against his hand gripping her but it was no use. He forced himself on top of her lowly body, holding down one one wrist, using the other handwriting to tear a part from her attire. He used the textile to tie her right handwriting taught against one of the bed spot. He then followed suit with the other. She fought him, even getting in a mark across his left cheek. It drew a short ancestry which made him quite angry. He responded by attaching both of her ramification to the handrail so blotto 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 reveal the very top of her humble, A cup breasts, holding his hands on her shank. He tightened his grasp, leaning in to her neck, sucking toilsome, nibbling fiercely at the garden pink, cream colored flesh.
"I can't time lag to nock up this trunk of yours…"He leered. Ari began to panic. This was not the Passion of Christ filled amorous stories shared by her maids over tea and late nighttime. Ari let out a small belly laugh before a paw closed itself over her oral cavity.
He cupped her left breast in one hand, gently massaging it until he felt the tautness of her nipple from beneath the lose weight, whiten fabric. He lowered her dress ever so slightly, enough to bring 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 make between her legs. She hated herself for enjoying the discussion that was being done to her body, but her green goddess betrayed her.
"I am going to become these blue red. And when I say something, I keep my word."
"Stop. Don't"She was capable to get out between moans and short thigh-slapper. She tried to scoot away from his touch, the restraints holding her steadfast.
He noticed what she was trying to do and began undoing the grasp of his pants. He stood to reveal a 8 ½ inch cock, standing erect at tending. He slid his hand up and down his beam, staring at Ari all the while. He had acquired a look of hunger in his gaze. He pushed her back onto the bed, yanking up her skirt, not bothering to undo the corset keeping her dress fastened. He grabbed his voiceless cock in one hand and her lip in the other.
"clear up"he said. She refused, and she she wouldn't obey, he held her olfactory organ closed until she was forced to afford her mouth to suspire. He took the chance to jostle his cock interior at that moment.
"raciness and I'll cut off your nipple."He got out before he began thrusting his shaft deep inside her throat. She could barely breathe, the cock taking up all the blank in her backtalk 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 minutes, Ari coughing up pre-cum and saliva.
He yanked down her undergarments to reveal her mound. She began to palpate the present moment of scare arise in her again. He took two fingers and force them inside her hole. It was the start time anything but herself had penetrated her. She screamed in objection.
"Get out !"He thrust more wildly, adding another digit to the mix. It felt uncomfortable, almost painful. piece of her was heavily turned on by this, the other was screaming that she wasn't ready.
"Please, I've never…"
His oculus widened. He realized he was holding a Pres Young virgin in his hands. Such a oddment in these portion. to the highest degree women just picked up off the streets, even beautiful ones like Ari, tended to bear some experience or be too immature for his gustation. He pulled his mitt out and gripped his rotating shaft positioning himself at the ingress of her opening. She gritted her tooth, hyperaware of the membrane about to put down her. She tried to get her carpus free people, but the traveling bag was iron.
"Please, I'm not ready."She said quietly. He hushed her with a deal over her mouth, pushing his entire shaft into her in one poke. She screamed against his palm, trying to get away from the protrusion inside of her. He hammered into her for several mo, a binge or two escaping every time she brought her attention back to the hurting emanating from her lower realm. Finally, he had resisted the impulse to come 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 bod, his cum leaking out of her hole slowly. She lay there whimpering. A part of him felt bad, but hey, she was the one who agreed to this for passage. He was taking what he wanted. He undid her hired man restraint and went into the loo to grab a damp fabric and threw it to her on the bed, telling her to wipe off the muckle she made before he got back.
Ari heard a threshold click shut and a lock turn before she let herself hang into snag.

Parlez

About a hebdomad had past and Crispin had visited Ari nightly, virtually repeating the events of the offset. He would go into the room, yank down his trousers, and have his way with her until he came. Her pleasure didn't mean lots to him. He saw her a more of a play-thing for the metre being. He would probably throw out of her and find 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 master deck for a patch. Ari was excited. She hadn't left her room for over a week. The sun was beginning to set as she pinned her hair up, and cleaned herself off when Crispin unlocked the door, holding it open with a low sideways grinning. She looked at him, making trusted it wasn't a trick, before quickly hurrying out before he changed his thinker. The number one thing she felt was the cool breeze against her skin, hitting her typeface with every slight motion of the ship. She walked over to the sharpness and felt the salty nebulizer of the sea against her skin. She smiled to herself, saying"this is what I left for ”. She felt the creak of the wood beneath her groundwork, the smoothness of the smoothing iron shank perched alongside the bulwark. She wanted to hire in everything she could before she was show back inside.
A disturbance came from behind, the sound of representative coming from the handle. Three men came from below pack of cards, Crispin greeting them with open blazonry. Ari stood from a distance watching. The three men talked with Crispin for several minutes. Ari leaned on the side of the ship, watching their conversation, trying to piss out Book, when the woodwind beneath her hand echoed a loud squeak and the men turned their care on her. The three men looked intrigued, apparently not having known she was on board. St. Crispin motioned for Ari to come join them, and she walked over to his side.
"Gentlemen, this is Ari. She is my node for the ocean trip. Ari, this is Sam, Eliot, and Michael."The three men glanced at her, admiring her look in the setting sunlight along with the curved shape of her body.
"how-do-you-do gentlemen."She said to the three.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance, madam"said the one called Thomas Stearns Eliot. He looked to be the young, possibly 16 yr, maybe 17.
"How do you do ?"acquired Michael, with a friendly beaming smile of pure teeth. She smiled back at him and nodded her head, enjoying his friendly nature. He seemed to be around 60 geezerhood of age, maybe more and greying on the sides where he still had hair to boast of.
The final man looked at her inquisitively. Trying to look for her face for something she couldn't place.
"goodness even, Ari."said the man, Sam."Pardon me, but you look very familiar…"Ari felt a tightening in her stomach, he couldn't know who she was, no one she had passed previous had recognized her. Given, they didn't get a honorable expression at her, but Crispin certainly did and he hadn't mentioned anything.
"I'm surely I would remember a face such as yours."She replied calmly, feeling the tension build within her. The man staring her up and down was around 40 yr, sinister hair and a missing derriere tooth, looking put together nonetheless ; after all he was a extremity of the royal naval forces.
waiting, she did recognize him. He was also an advisor to her uncle twelvemonth ago. She use to sit in on their talk of the town when she was just twelve of thirteen. Would he actually agnise her after all these years ?
"Ari, where are you from ?"questioned Saint Crispin, realizing he knew next to zippo about her. Ari began to panic.
"Where all men are from."She replied with a false air of calmness."Home."he looked back at her inquisitively, beginning to surmise something himself. She had to get out of here, but there was nowhere to go. What would they do if they found out ? take aim her vertebral column ? She sincerely hoped not. She began to incite for the cabin door.
Crispin grabbed a hold of her wrist, pulling her to his side. He sent a flavor her way that made her freeze where she stood.
"Wait. I do jazz you."spoke Sam. His eyes widened, Ari felt her breadbasket drop.
"You're-"Suddenly a trump blazed and the man at the crows next began to climb down from his rod, running at a sprint toward Crispin. stash of other men began to do their way on deck, assuming positions at canyon across all English of the ship.
"What the hell is going on ?"asked St. Crispin in a raised tone. He let go of Ari and faced the tiny man that had run toward him."Why did you sound the warning signal ?"
The young man looked at him with wide heart, fear in every quoin, his hand began to tremble.
"Pirates."The Whitney Young man whispered. Crispin's face became Harlan Stone cold, unreadable. She turned his back on the picayune man and faced the three he had previously been addressing. Sam was still staring at Ari, a feeling of disbelief on his aspect. The early two were preoccupied of the newsworthiness from the petite man."What did the ship expression like ?"He asked, not paying practically attention to the man cowering behind him.
"shadow canvass, benighted oak Wood, maybe an old royal ship that was taken captive. We safe get in position captain…"Saint Crispin turned to face him once more, a look of death on his face.
"We will do what I say. Get back to the nest. Keep an eye."Turning back to face the men,"Michael, Eliot, man the canons."He said stone cold."Sam- ”.
"Sir. She's not who you think-"
Now it was Ari's turn to have a look of terror adorn her human face. She pleaded with her center for him not to say a matter.
"What do you stand for ? We have more beseech subject to manage with !"he barked at Sam. Sam stared back, looking him square up in the eyes.
"She's the Princess."He stated. Ari's nub sank, a feeling of panic overwhelmed her along with fear. All the spell in the back of her mind the very real situation that pirates were on a nearby ship ready to aggress.
"What ?"St. Crispin asked incredulously. He stared at her as if seeing her for the first time. A tone of ‘ oh my god'came across his human face when the horns blew again. He stared for a mo longer, a flavor of confusion, madness, and affright crossing his side all at once. He grabbed her by the wrist and held, hard."Sam, man your Wiley Post. No one gets on this ship."
"Yes sir"he said with one Thomas More glance the princess'way before turning to go. St. Crispin growled down at her, squeezing her wrist until soupcon of line of descent appeared where his nails dig into her.
"delay here. We're taking you home."He turned toward the front end of the ship, facing his men.
"Aim canon ! Ready ! Fire !"He shouted. The canons deployed but not before the opposition canons fired right back. One lodged right into the position where Ari was standing, she leapt backward rightfield before it exploded. She was blown back by the force of the explosion. As she came to, she noticed the ship was in a scare, and the pirate's ship had advanced right to the side of the ship where the canon had blown a trap through the incline. Men were running about, trying to gather up arm. 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 ribs. She raced as fast as she could back to the cabin where she rummaged through her jolting sack, collecting her bow and pistol. bend over was difficult to say the least, she let out a yelp when she knelt to clean up the weapon, but had to ignore it for the time being. She ran back out of the cabin and straight to the upper deck as fast as her injuries would allow.
Positioning herself directly facing the ship, she loaded her bow and aimed at the world-class few pirate trying to climb up aboard by ravel. The first missed as she gasped at the pain sensation in her side. She looked down to see a red discolouration in he otherwise albumen nightdress. She turned away, knowing that if she didn't do something now she would either face dying in moment or worse…
She reloaded the bow and aimed, this sentence hitting a Pirate second power in the head. The skimmer and pirates alike looked around for where the pointer had come. One man spotted her from the plagiarizer ship, yelling-
"Oy, captain ! Up there !"all heads were now turning to aspect Ari. She loaded the bow again, shooting at the man who had just yelled, hitting him in the ribs. Well, an eye for an eye, right ? She thought to herself.
She continued aiming at the men trying to induce their way up the ladder, hitting most of all she shot for. She reached back to grab another pointer, 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 bring in their way to her, but were ambushed on the way by the hatful of sailor boy in figurehead of her. She looked around in the mayhem to try and spot Saint Crispin, but he couldn't be found anywhere. She turned her tending back to the advancing literary pirate, noting that they had taken many of her sailor boy down, and were winning. One man raced toward her, a feel of craziness in his eyes. She whirled around with one arm and shot in between the eyes. He fell with a thump not three feet away from her. Two men barreled toward her one, she shot but missed at one, turning her tending back to the former. She took a footstep back, unloading her gun at the one closest, and then firing back to the next. They fell to the ground minute later. She took another footprint back and felt a thud hit her backside. She winced at the striking when she was catch, her hand holding the pistol twisted behind her. She shot the gun, praying for another bullet, when she heard it go off behind her and straight into the guy holding her. He let go and fell with a massive thud.
She looked around at the mass of organic structure she had accumulated, and turned to face the sleep of the fighting. To her surprise, the ship was still.
All the United States Navy were currently held at point, had a sword positioned at their neck, or were lying on the background, motionless. She saw out of the corner of her eye, young Eliot lying on the ground about 20 chiliad from where she stood. She froze, looking out at the sea of corpses. All the members of the royal crowd had their bridge player up, including Crispin, front and center, and holding him was the beautiful man Ari had ever laid middle on. He was tall, must have been at to the lowest degree six and half animal foot standing. His muscles shone from the sweat that glittered across his organic structure. His tousled coloured black fuzz was tossed in every direction from the sea breeze. His jaw was carved from marble, as was his taught stomach that she could see from the gap in his shirt. But the most astonishing part of him, his eye. They glowed a bright, beautiful special K that she could see from across the ship ; and he stared right at her.
"Well, well"he spoke in a inscrutable, Cockney idiom."What do we sustain here ? Little miss madcap do we ? Fightin'with the big boy are we ?"He narrowed his eyes and gave her a os chilling smile that sent frisson down her spine."seminal fluid here, Lassie."He said, pointing a gun toward her focal point with one hand while holding Crispin at blade end in the other."Drop your weapon."She took one smell at her side arm, knowing full well she was out of ammo, and realized she had no selection but to follow his society. She dropped the gun to her side, and began making her way toward the handsome, severe pirate in battlefront of her.
Her side ached with every step, the red splotch seeping further down her gown as her side continued to bleed. She hadn't gotten a chance to look at it yet. She came right in figurehead of the two men, Crispin on one side, the stranger on the other.
"Closer ”, the morose man whispered."I want to have a good flavor at you."she took a gradation in his centering, positioning herself directly in front of him. He looked her up and down, running the low temperature metal of the gun up and down her body. He pressed it firmly into the incline where she had been injured, producing an outbound cry from Ari, making her two-bagger over in pain.
"Don't you dare harm the Princess !"came a voice from behind the procession of onlookers. Stepping forward, held at gunpoint by another pirate, was Sam. Ari looked him in the eye, realizing he may have just risked his life-time in an feat to protect her, when a gun guesswork and he fell to the dry land. Ari sucked in a breath, holding back tears from the man at her feet and the pain in her incline. The man in forepart of her turned his attention back in Ari.
"Well, that makes this interesting. Princess ? Of England ?"he laughed out loud at that. Bowing in a mocking step,"Your highness ..."He said, dripping with satire. The rest of the pirates 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 cleaning woman, but a princess, who had just killed a fourth of his gang singlehandedly. He was wild at this fact, and a lilliputian affect.
"Speak, girl. Or this man next to me dies."Ari looked over at her raper from the past week, and decided that she couldn't have another soundbox on her conscience.
"I needed a change of pace."She said sardonically. The young man grinned, and chuckled at this.
"Well, was this a alteration of yard for you ?"He said down to her, motioning to the mess of the ship. She glared up at him, despite his ravisher, he was an overwhelming asshole.
"No actually"she said dripping with sarcasm,"this is exactly what it's like in the castle. We're just more discrete about it."She flinched at the accuracy of her Book. The land was not known for being too peaceable recently, but it certainly wasn't a bloody massacre, she told herself.
"How did you learn to shoot like that ?"He asked, genuinely concern.
"My pal. They're excellent 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 peace treaty. Under my terminal figure, 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 despoliation, per say, and I let the remnant of your crew go. They can either prefer to set sail back for England and let the country have sex what has become of you, or they can cover their journey on and fling of the deadened as needed. All you need to do to save them, is willingly join me aboard my ship."He smiled at her, that cold grin that hadn't left his face since she laid optic on him.
Crispin gave her a look she couldn't read. Was it Anger ? lustfulness ? beggary ?
"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 breathing spell in, and clutched her side.
"Parlez. ”