preeminence to referee ; This work is copy-write 2016
All of the events in this story are based in fiction
If you are looking for a quick read, straight to the point, this is not for you. It has a story line with fit ranging from mild to graphic throughout

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

1812- The American-Indian language sea

preface

On a fall day in former Sept, one of England's royal ships,"The Voyager ”, sent out on a stumble to Australia. The royal stag Court had collected a myriad of sailor, striver, craftsmen, and entertainers to take the voyager and colonise the new land. Among them, was Ariana.
As the princess of world-beater George II, Ariana was always a rebellious miss. She would nobble out of the castle late at night to take aim in Archery with her brothers, Nikoli and Geoffrey. She showed a large affinity for pistol shooting, and regularly practiced on target in the nearby woods of the castle. Those were her favorite twenty-four hours, the ones where she could escape down the vine that crept from her third floor window into the hind gardens. She would climb down the creepers, making sure that no one saw her, and escape in the shade of the willow trees out back. With her, she would bring in a bow to recitation with, and side arm in caseful she was to be assaulted. The woods were no space for a woman, let alone royal house.
The initiatory meter she was caught escaping at the age of 10, her uncle was the one who found her. He dragged her back to the castle, leading her by the neck opening, lecturing her on how a young woman was theorize to act. Once they got to his chamber, he told her to put her hands on the board and number around. Ariana put her hands down on the desk and heard her uncle rummaging around for something. She turned around for a split endorsement when a cane came down hard on her stamp backside. She yelped in objection and tried to stand, but he pushed her back onto the desk.
"This is what happens when peeress don't do as they are secernate"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 view."What do you say ?"he asked. She half heartedly tried to get out from underneath his traveling bag, but with met with him tightening his grip.
"Yes"she grunted out.
"No, no. We say, Yes Sir."He whispered.
"Yes Sir."
"Good."She felt the cane come down hard on her backside, and counted a"one ”. By the time he had reached"10"she was certainly that she wouldn't be able to sit down for at least a week- maybe two. She didn't know why, but she felt a tingling whizz in her breadbasket every time she looked back on that memory.
Even years later, at the age of 19, Ariana detested the spirit of royalty and wished every day that she would have the freedom her comrade's wielded on a daily groundwork. The liveliness of a princess was one of a caged animal, being lead around by sparkly diamond collars and following command after mastery. She knew her life-time as a trophy would never cease as long as she remained in a palace.
As a princess, she was expected to be the ravisher of the kingdom ; the invidia of all other maidens. Her ladies in waiting doted on her day and night, showering her with compliments on her long, chestnut brown hair that shone red in the light. Her high cheekbones were the envy of all char in the kingdom, not to mention her morose brown eye, seeming fairy-like, that took up a big portion of her face. She was regularly stared at by the Pres Young men at royal ball, her curvy rosehip and small shank 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 possession. Her madam in waiting had been gossiping about it all afternoon. While her handmaid, Eva, laced up her corset, Ariana felt it was time to know what the news was.
"What has everybody been whispering about, Eva ?"her amah shifted, not knowing whether she should ploughshare the data she knew.
"Nothing, your highness."Ariana grew more shift, she wanted to get down to the tooshie of what they were talking about."Eva, tell me or I'll write up you to the High Court."“ Okay your highness, but it didn't come from me. The purple court is sending a ship to Australia so they can colonize the new land. Apparently the ship leaves tonight. It's a undercover mission, 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 luck to see another universe. Her handmade helped her finish getting quick for the day, and about an minute later she was left alone. She decided she was going to do it ; she was going to try to board the ship. She got a small rucksack and packed the things she knew she would want for such a long journeying. She gathered a set of trouser from her comrade's clothes, her undergarments, a compass, and the ring she was given at parturition. It was a small false topaz ring embellished with four miniscule rhomb at each niche, she brought it with her everywhere she went. On the interior of the closed chain was engraved her family crest, and initials.
About two hours passed and Ariana decided it was time to try to slip out. She didn't have it away what clip the boat would be leaving and wanted to get on it as soon as potential. She went over to the one-third floor windowpane with rucksack in hired hand and Begin to make her way down the crawl vines. She checks to ca-ca for certain that nobody was around the castle gardens, and reached the ground. One last look it was time to go, she ran into the woodwind knowing that about a half mile due north was where the shipyard was. She retrieved her grasp 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 nosepiece that led from the woods into the shipyard, Careful that nobody noticed to she was. She saw the ship with English people flags attached to the dock, and six great White person sail. On front front of the ship was a plaque that read"The Voyager"in large gold-leaf letters. She saw crews of men loading provision and slaves onto the ship. The alone woman she could see boarding the ship were the slave. This would be operose than she thought.
The crew continued to go about their business, and she decided to try and move snug, figuring no one would see her in the mayhem of the load-in scene. She crept forward, creeping through the jungle of barrels and crateful, trying to obtain an possible action to get on board. Suddenly a gruelling yank met her from behind the neck, pulling upward on her long chocolate-brown lock.
"What do you cerebrate you're doing, little young woman ?"came the mysterious vocalism from behind her.
"None of your business concern, 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 sentry go of the ship. Shit.
"I asked you a question, dame. You have no business being in a man's territory. Trying to get a look at the ship are you ? I saw that expression in your eyes, looking for trouble is what it is."
She glared at him harshly, she wanted to spit on him for his condescending nature, but decided she was dying to get aboard the ship, and this may be just the opportunity she needed.
"What would it lease a Brigham Young lady for transition to Australia ?"she boldly asked. His heart widened. He was obviously taken by her counter, not expecting a woman to want transit on such a dangerous journeying.
"No women allowed except for in the slave one-quarter, and that's not a place you want to be lurking, lady."She grew thwarted. 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 post on this ship."She thought of the life sentence she may have if she be taken back to the castle. She was already well past the age of marriage, and her sire had a line of suitors, many of them far one-time than she, waiting for her hand any day now. Once the decision was made she would never be let free. This was her one prospect.
"I'm taking you to the police."He stated roughly. He began to drag her roughly by the hair, and she fought against him, hard.
"Get off ! I'm getting on this ship !"She kicked out, hard. Her foot connected with one of his calfskin and brought a nettle oink from the man.
"You minuscule shit !"He barked at her. She continued to oppose hard against him, when another man walked up to the picture. The man holding her quickly yanked her up, standing to aid for the man in front of them. Ariana was still fighting against the hold on her when she felt a intemperately jab to her position from the safety. She ceased her struggles and raised her eyes to fit a yoke of sparkling blue ones staring back at her. The man who had walked up to the pair had long blonde fuzz, tired back into a pony tail and an athletic frame, concealed under royal attire. His jawbone was discriminating, in a delicate and handsome way. He stood at roughly 6'2 ”, almost an stallion foundation over her 5'4"human body. He stared down at her, a small grin creasing his face.
"C-Commander."Sputtered the guard next to her."This lady was trying to creep aboard your ship."The air force officer in question looked Ariana up and down, appraising her with his ocean-blue eyes.
"Let her go. forget us be."The sentry go looked at the Commander incredulously, but knew well not to snub a unmediated parliamentary procedure. He roughly let go of Ariana's tomentum, and scuttled away, lifting the starting time 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 weigh to you ?"She barked back.
"well, I am the headwaiter of this ship, and I just saved your ass from imprisonment. So that's two reasonableness. But I don't really care why, all that much."She looked at him with a storm expression. She was staring at the captain of"The Voyager"? he couldn't have exceeded 28 years of age."You want passage on this ship ? I am going to need something in return."She stared back at him.
"I have money-"
"I don't need your money. I need a woman. Specifically, a woman to sate my 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 demand ”. She had heard tales of the maids'rampantly dangerous undertaking with men across the country, but had never shared even a kiss with one herself. It was her job as a princess to be untouched for man and wife. If she had been, she would be deemed un-worthy for a man of royalty. Secretly, she would contact herself under the cover of darkness in her private quarters. She had felt the insatiable need to be touched since the age of fourteen. She would rub herself to orgasm almost nightly, but was never fully satisfied. She thought for a instant of this man's offer, and realized that if she went with him, she would probably never be deemed appropriate for matrimony anyway. Why not just direct it ?
"Ok."She said. He looked storm that she had consented to his go, but nonetheless excited. His smile bedcover into a grin.
"Understand you will be expected to follow my ordination exactly and stick in my cabin at all times unless otherwise instructed."
"Understood."
"Alright then. Follow me."

The Cabin

He turned his back and began to top the way onto the ship. He walked past the crew, up the gangplank, making his way onto the main pack of cards of the ship. Ariana followed suit, making indisputable to keep her head bowed so that there would be less luck of her being recognized. They made their way toward the captain's quarters, just below the quarter deck at the buns of the ship. He held one hand 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 larger from the total of elbow room it took up. It was covered in beautiful, White person Egyptian cotton sheets, and drop spread, adorned with red and gold pillows, accompanied by a black fur blanket at the 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 undiscovered land of Commonwealth of Australia. The commander wrapped his fingers around her shoulder and moved Ariana to look him. She stood in front of him, not knowing quite what to say or do. He took a whole step back to expect her up and down, appraising her this waist accompanied by supple curves. Her flowing cream-colored dress, trimmed with beautiful white lace fell over her body in the loveliest way. Her dark-brown hair in demarcation to the whiten, which she usually wore up and back, flowed over her breasts in beautiful dark waves. He took in the sight of her endearing frame, running a easy hand hand down her cheek, tracing his way across her boob, leaving down to the late"V-shape"of her nightgown at the waist. His touch sent thrill down her organic structure, creating that picayune fervency burning inside her stomach.
"What do you call yourself ?"he asked her, realizing he did not yet make out her name.
"Ari-"she realized giving her gens to him may que him in on her heritage, as she was probably one of the few Ariana's in the land, by excogitation.
"Ari. That's beautiful."The Commander said, softly."My name is Crispin."She did not inconvenience correcting him on her figure, making up her head she should better allow 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 phonation from outside.
"I'll be rectify back."He said with a low smile."Don't move."He looked at Ari sternly, and picked her up, placing her on the bed."I don't want to throw to keep back you"he said with a wicked smile. He turned to the door and left. She heard a minuscule dog of a lock behind him as he walked away. She sat huddled on the bed. It was really happening. She thought briefly about how she would overleap her comrade, but they had far more important things to do, like learn how to run a kingdom, then keep helping her with target practice. She felt a small stab of guilt feelings for leaving them, but reasoned with herself that it was what she needed to do. She wondered how long it would take her kinfolk to pull in she was missing.
Suddenly, the floor beneath her began to proceed 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 piddle, before she felt it picking up momentum. She realized they must possess raised the sails and we're on their way toward the new dry land. After about XX minutes of watching the sour grass slowly fade into the distance, she began to think that maybe this wasn't the dear estimation. What was she going to do once she got to Commonwealth of Australia ? She had no money, except the bit in her sack, no mind 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 breathing place quickened, the vox inside her brain reprimanding her for acting so rashly, when the door opened. She suddenly felt a cold script clasp her wrists and roughly whirl her around heavily, looking into her middle with a cold expression.
"I told you, don't move."He grabbed her by the shank and hoisted her up onto the bed. She fought against his mitt gripping her but it was no use. He forced himself on top of her minor body, holding down one one wrist, using the former hand to bust a section from her dress. He used the cloth to tie her right hand taught against one of the bed posts. He then followed causa with the other. She fought him, even getting in a scraping across his left cheek. It drew a little blood which made him quite raging. He responded by attaching both of her legs to the banisters so tight 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 queer the very top of her small-scale, A cup tit, holding his hands on her waistline. He tightened his grip, leaning in to her neck opening, sucking hard, nibbling fiercely at the pink, cream colored flesh.
"I can't wait to tag up this dead body of yours…"He leered. Ari began to panic. This was not the warmth filled wild-eyed tarradiddle shared by her housemaid over tea and tardily Night. Ari let out a low sidesplitter before a hand closed itself over her mouthpiece.
He cupped her left boob in one helping hand, gently massaging it until he felt the tautness of her nipple from beneath the slenderize, white fabric. He lowered her dress ever so slightly, enough to bring her breast into his mouth, he gently sucked and nibbled on her tit at initiatory, before switching to harder snack, switching from one to the other. Ari moaned loudly, feeling a wetness begin to mold between her legs. She hated herself for enjoying the treatment that was being done to her eubstance, but her senses betrayed her.
"I am going to plough these wickedness red. And when I say something, I keep my word."
"Stop. Don't"She was able to get out between moans and piffling screams. She tried to scoot away from his signature, 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 column inch cock, standing erect at care. He slid his hand up and down his cock, staring at Ari all the spell. He had acquired a flavour of hunger in his gaze. He pushed her back onto the bed, yanking up her wench, not bothering to unmake the corset keeping her dress fastened. He grabbed his hard shaft in one hand and her mouth in the other.
"Open up"he said. She refused, and she she wouldn't obey, he held her nose closed until she was forced to open her mouth to breathe. He took the opportunity to shove his tool interior at that moment.
"insect bite and I'll cut off your nipple."He got out before he began thrusting his hammer trench inside her throat. She could barely breathe, the cock taking up all the outer space in her mouth 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 respective minutes, Ari coughing up pre-cum and saliva.
He yanked down her unmentionable to reveal her mound. She began to feel the moment of panic arise in her again. He took two digit and stuff them inside her fix. It was the commencement time anything but herself had penetrated her. She screamed in dissent.
"Get out !"He thrust more wildly, adding another finger to the mix. It felt uncomfortable, almost painful. Part of her was heavily turned on by this, the former was screaming that she wasn't ready.
"Please, I've never…"
His optic widened. He realized he was holding a young virgin in his hands. Such a rarity in these role. nearly woman just picked up off the streets, even beautiful unity like Ari, tended to have some experience or be too young for his taste. He pulled his script out and gripped his shaft of light positioning himself at the entranceway of her opening night. She gritted her teeth, hyperaware of the membrane about to enter her. She tried to get her carpus barren, but the grip was iron.
"Please, I'm not ready."She said quietly. He hushed her with a hand over her mouth, pushing his total cock into her in one thrust. She screamed against his laurel wreath, trying to get away from the protrusion inside of her. He hammered into her for several minutes, a snap or two escaping every time she brought her care back to the painfulness emanating from her down regions. Finally, he had resisted the itch to add up long enough, and with lots rigor, exploded inside of her. He let go of her wrists, getting up off the bed. He smiled down at her figure, his cum leaking out of her pickle slowly. She lay there whimpering. A parting 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 restraints and went into the loo to snaffle a damp cloth and threw it to her on the bed, telling her to pass over off the mess she made before he got back.
Ari heard a room access pawl shut and a lock turn before she let herself pass into tears.

Parlez

About a workweek had retiring and Crispin had visited Ari nightly, virtually repeating the events of the beginning. He would get in the elbow room, yank down his trouser, and have his way with her until he came. Her pleasure didn't mean much to him. He saw her a more of a play-thing for the time being. He would probably toss away 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 evening when Saint Crispin decided to let Ari out and research the independent deck for a while. Ari was excited. She hadn't left her room for over a workweek. The sun was beginning to set as she pinned her pilus up, and cleaned herself off when St. Crispin unlocked the door, holding it exposed with a diminished sideways grinning. She looked at him, making certain it wasn't a joke, before quickly hurrying out before he changed his mind. The maiden affair she felt was the cool breeze against her pelt, hitting her face with every tenuous trend of the ship. She walked over to the border and felt the salty atomizer 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 metrical unit, the suavity of the iron shank perched alongside the rampart. She wanted to withdraw in everything she could before she was ushered back inside.
A randomness came from behind, the speech sound of voice coming from the hold. Three men came from below deck, Crispin greeting them with open blazonry. Ari stood from a length watching. The three men talked with Crispin for several minute of arc. Ari leaned on the side of the ship, watching their conversation, trying to make out words, when the Wood beneath her hand echoed a gimcrack squeak and the men turned their attention on her. The three men looked intrigued, apparently not having known she was on board. Crispin motioned for Ari to make out bring together them, and she walked over to his slope.
"valet de chambre, 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 curves of her body.
"hi gentlemen."She said to the three.
"Pleased to defecate your acquaintance, gentlewoman"said the one called Mary Ann Evans. 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 pass, enjoying his favorable nature. He seemed to be around 60 years of age, maybe more and greying on the incline where he still had hair to boast of.
The final man looked at her inquisitively. Trying to search her typeface for something she couldn't place.
"goodness evening, 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 skillful smell at her, but Crispin certainly did and he hadn't mentioned anything.
"I'm sure I would remember a face such as yours."She replied calmly, feeling the stress build within her. The man staring her up and down was around 40 yr, grim hair and a missing underside tooth, looking put together nonetheless ; after all he was a extremity of the royal stag United States Navy.
Wait, she did recognize him. He was also an consultant to her uncle yr ago. She use to sit in on their negotiation when she was just twelve of thirteen. Would he actually know her after all these old age ?
"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 untrue air of equanimity."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 ? pack her back ? She sincerely hoped not. She began to move for the cabin door.
Crispin grabbed a hold of her wrist, pulling her to his side. He sent a look her way that made her freeze where she stood.
"Wait. I do get it on you."spoke Sam. His middle widened, Ari felt her stomach drop.
"You're-"Suddenly a horn blazed and the man at the bragging next began to climb down from his perch, running at a sprint toward Saint Crispin. Hoards of other men began to make their way on deck, assuming position at canons across all sides of the ship.
"What the Inferno is going on ?"asked Crispin in a raised tone. He let go of Ari and faced the petite man that had run toward him."Why did you voice the alarm ?"
The Young man looked at him with wide of the mark eyes, fear in every corner, his bridge player began to tremble.
"Pirates."The Young man whispered. Crispin's human face became gem cold, unclear. She turned his back on the piffling man and faced the three he had previously been addressing. Sam was still staring at Ari, a look of disbelief on his side. The other two were preoccupied of the newsworthiness from the tiny man."What did the ship look like ?"He asked, not paying much attention to the man cowering behind him.
"Dark cruise, dreary oak forest, maybe an old royal ship that was taken imprisoned. We better get in position 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 cuddle. maintain an eye."Turning back to face the men,"Michael, Mary Ann Evans, man the canons."He said Edward Durell Stone low temperature."Sam- ”.
"Sir. She's not who you think-"
Now it was Ari's turn to accept a look of terror adorn her human face. She pleaded with her center for him not to say a thing.
"What do you mean ? We have more pressing thing to deal with !"he barked at Sam. Sam stared back, looking him square in the eyes.
"She's the Princess."He stated. Ari's heart 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 cook to attack.
"What ?"Crispin asked incredulously. He stared at her as if seeing her for the first fourth dimension. A spirit of ‘ oh my god'came across his side when the horns blew again. He stared for a moment longer, a tone of discombobulation, fury, and panic crossing his face all at once. He grabbed her by the wrist joint and held, hard."Sam, man your Emily Post. No one gets on this ship."
"Yes sir"he said with one more coup d'oeil the princess'way before turning to go. Saint Crispin growled down at her, squeezing her wrist until specks of parentage appeared where his pick up dig into her.
"Wait here. We're taking you home."He turned toward the front of the ship, facing his men.
"Aim canyon ! Ready ! blast !"He shouted. The canyon deployed but not before the foe canyon fired correctly back. One lodged right into the incline where Ari was standing, she leapt backward compensate before it exploded. She was blown back by the force of the burst. As she came to, she noticed the ship was in a terror, and the buccaneer's ship had advanced right to the side of the ship where the canyon had blown a hole through the side of meat. Men were running about, trying to collect arm. She realized what she had to do. She gingerly got up, clutching her side of meat where she had been thrown back, hoping that there were no broken rib. She raced as fast as she could plump for to the cabin where she rummaged through her rough dismission, collecting her bow and pistol. deflection over was difficult to say the least, she let out a yelp when she knelt to pick up the weapons, but had to ignore it for the meter being. She ran back out of the cabin and heterosexual to the upper pack of cards as fast as her wound would allow.
Positioning herself directly facing the ship, she loaded her bow and aimed at the offset few plagiarist 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 gown. She turned away, knowing that if she didn't do something now she would either face up death in moments or worse…
She reloaded the bow and aimed, this meter hitting a buccaneer public square in the head. The crewman and buccaneer alike looked around for where the pointer had come. One man spotted her from the sea robber ship, yelling-
"Oy, captain ! Up there !"all straits were now turning to face 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 realize their way up the run, hitting most of all she shot for. She reached back to grab another pointer, but there were none to be found. shite, she thought. She withdrew her pistol from her supporter, but men had already begun racing aboard the ship and fighting tooth and nail. Many tried to build their way to her, but were ambushed on the way by the sight of sailors in front of her. She looked around in the havoc to try and spot Crispin, but he couldn't be found anywhere. She turned her care back to the advancing pirates, noting that they had taken many of her Panama down, and were winning. One man raced toward her, a spirit of daftness in his eye. She whirled around with one arm and shot in between the eyes. He fell with a thud not three pes away from her. Two men barreled toward her one, she shot but missed at one, turning her attention back to the other. She took a tone back, unloading her gun at the one closest, and then firing back to the next. They fell to the background moments later. She took another whole step back and felt a thud hit her backside. She winced at the contact when she was take hold of, her hand holding the pistol twisted behind her. She shot the gun, praying for another heater, when she heard it go off behind her and straight into the guy holding her. He let go and fell with a monumental thud.
She looked around at the pile of physical structure she had accumulated, and turned to face up the rest of the fighting. To her surprise, the ship was mum.
All the navy were currently held at gunpoint, had a sword positioned at their cervix, or were lying on the primer, motionless. She saw out of the corner of her eye, young Eliot lying on the soil about 20 yards from where she stood. She froze, looking out at the sea of corpses. All the fellow member of the royal stag crew had their hands up, including Crispin, front man and inwardness, and holding him was the beautiful man Ari had ever laid eyes on. He was tall, must have been at least six and half feet standing. His muscles shone from the sweat that glittered across his body. His tousled dark black hair was tossed in every way from the sea zephyr. His jaw was carved from marble, as was his instruct abdomen that she could see from the gap in his shirt. But the most astonishing part of him, his eyes. They glowed a bright, beautiful green that she could see from across the ship ; and he stared right at her.
"Well, well"he spoke in a deep, cockney accent."What do we have here ? Little omit daredevil do we ? Fightin'with the big male child are we ?"He narrowed his oculus and gave her a bone chilling smile that sent chill down her spine."Come here, Lassie."He said, pointing a gun toward her management with one script while holding Saint Crispin at swords end in the former."driblet your weapon."She took one look at her handgun, knowing full well she was out of ammo, and realized she had no alternative but to follow his orders. She dropped the gun to her side, and began making her way toward the handsome, dangerous pirate in front of her.
Her side ached with every footmark, the red blotch seeping further down her gown as her side of meat continued to bleed. She hadn't gotten a chance to look at it yet. She came right in presence of the two men, Saint Crispin on one incline, the stranger on the early.
"closer ”, the dark man whispered."I want to have a good feeling at you."she took a step in his counselling, positioning herself directly in social movement of him. He looked her up and down, running the cold-blooded metal of the gun up and down her trunk. He pressed it firmly into the side where she had been injured, producing an outbound cry from Ari, making her double over in pain in the neck.
"Don't you dare harm the Princess !"came a articulation from behind the procession of onlookers. Stepping forward, held at gunpoint by another pirate ship, was Sam. Ari looked him in the eye, realizing he may have just risked his living in an attempt to protect her, when a gun snap and he fell to the earth. Ari sucked in a breath, holding back rip from the man at her feet and the pain in her side. The man in front of her turned his aid back in Ari.
"Well, that makes this worry. Princess ? Of England ?"he laughed out loud at that. obeisance in a mocking tone,"Your highness ..."He said, dripping with sarcasm. The residuum of the sea rover 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 one-quarter of his crew singlehandedly. He was angry at this fact, and a little impressed.
"Speak, miss. Or this man next to me dies."Ari looked over at her rapist from the preceding week, and decided that she couldn't have another trunk on her conscience.
"I needed a change of pace."She said sardonically. The young man grinned, and chuckled at this.
"Well, was this a change of stride for you ?"He said down to her, motioning to the mess of the ship. She glared up at him, despite his mantrap, he was an overwhelming asshole.
"No actually"she said dripping with irony,"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 words. The kingdom was not known for being too peaceful recently, but it certainly wasn't a bloody massacre, she told herself.
"How did you ascertain to take like that ?"He asked, genuinely interested.
"My brothers. They're excellent marksman."She said, surprised that she responded with the accuracy. He smiled a leering smile at her, as if he had an melodic theme forming in his head.
"Parlez."He said, grinning at her. She looked at him inquisitively.
"Parlez ?"
"I want to extend you a peace accord. Under my terminus, 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 spoliation, per say, and I let the remainder of your gang go. They can either choose to set sail back for England and let the land get laid what has become of you, or they can continue their journeying on and dispose of the numb as needed. All you need to do to save them, is willingly join me aboard my ship."He smiled at her, that frigidness grinning that hadn't left his aspect since she laid heart on him.
St. Crispin gave her a spirit she couldn't read. Was it choler ? Lust ? mendicancy ?
"And if I refuse ?"she asked, knowing what was next.
"I kill you and your crew."
She paused.
"Parlez ?"he asked, holding out his mitt waiting for her to take it. She sucked a breath in, and clutched her slope.
"Parlez. ”