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All of the issue in this narration are based in fable
If you are looking for a quickly read, straight to the percentage point, this is not for you. It has a story line with scenes ranging from mild to graphic throughout

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

1812- The Amerindian language sea

foreword

On a fall day in late 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, craftsmen, and entertainers to take the voyager and colonise the new realm. Among them, was Ariana.
As the princess of Billie Jean King George III II, Ariana was always a rebellious girl. She would sneak out of the castle late at dark to train in Archery with her brothers, Nikoli and Geoffrey. She showed a great affinity for pistol shot, and regularly practiced on targets in the nearby woods of the castle. Those were her ducky days, the ones where she could escape down the vine that crept from her third trading floor window into the game 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 get a bow to drill with, and side arm in case she was to be assaulted. The wood were no space for a charwoman, let alone royalty.
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 castle, leading her by the cervix, lecturing her on how a young woman was suppose to act. Once they got to his Sir William Chambers, he told her to put her helping hand on the board and go around. Ariana put her mitt down on the desk and heard her uncle rummaging around for something. She turned around for a snag moment when a cane came down hard on her attender bottom. She yelped in protest and tried to stick out, but he pushed her back onto the desk.
"This is what happens when ladies don't do as they are told"said her uncle."Now I want you to count to ten- one for each. If you make it to ten I won't tell the Martin Luther King Jr. about your midnight adventure."She hesitated, trying to collect her idea."What do you say ?"he asked. She half heartedly tried to get out from underneath his grip, but with met with him tightening his traction.
"Yes"she grunted out.
"No, no. We say, Yes Sir."He whispered.
"Yes Sir."
"Good."She felt the cane come down hard on her arse, and counted a"one ”. By the time he had reached"10"she was for sure that she wouldn't be able-bodied to sit down for at to the lowest degree a week- maybe two. She didn't know why, but she felt a tingling sensation in her stomach every clip she looked back on that memory.
Even years later, at the age of 19, Ariana detested the life of royalty and bid every day that she would have the exemption her buddy's wielded on a daily basis. The life story of a princess was one of a caged beast, being lead around by sparkly diamond collars and following command after command. She knew her life as a trophy would never stop as long as she remained in a palace.
As a princess, she was expected to be the beauty of the kingdom ; the envy of all other maiden over. Her ladies in waiting doted on her day and dark, showering her with regard on her long, chestnut brown hair that shone red in the light. Her high cheekbones were the enviousness of all women in the kingdom, not to remark her sorry Brown University eyes, seeming fairy-like, that took up a expectant portion of her case. She was regularly stared at by the Pres Young men at royal Ball, her buxom articulatio coxae and minuscule waist attracting stares from every Angle while she swayed to the music.
It was one afternoon when news about the stumble to Commonwealth of Australia came into her self-will. Her madam in waiting had been gossiping about it all afternoon. While her servant, Eva, laced up her corset, Ariana felt it was time to love what the news was.
"What has everybody been whispering about, Eva ?"her maid shifted, not knowing whether she should percentage the information she knew.
"Nothing, your highness."Ariana grew more agitated, she wanted to get down to the bottom of what they were talking about."Eva, say me or I'll study 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 hush-hush commission, we are not supposed to know about it but the sentry duty caught wind while two gentlemen spoke of it in the loo."
This is so exciting, Arianna thought. This might be my one chance to see another world. Her handmade helped her stopping point 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 plank the ship. She got a small knapsack and packed the things she knew she would postulate for such a long journeying. She gathered a set of bloomers from her crony's apparel, her undergarments, a grasp, and the ring she was given at birth. It was a humble tan ring embellished with four miniscule infield 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 hr passed and Ariana decided it was prison term to try to purloin 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 thirdly flooring window with rucksack in handwriting and Menachem Begin to make her way down the creeping vines. She checks to make believe sure that nobody was around the palace gardens, and reached the priming coat. One in conclusion look it was meter to go, she ran into the Wood knowing that about a half international mile due north 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 span 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 dock, and six large white sails. On front straw man of the ship was a memorial tablet that read"The Voyager"in large gold-leaf letters. She saw crews of men loading supplies and hard worker onto the ship. The only womanhood she could see boarding the ship were the slaves. This would be intemperately than she thought.
The work party continued to go about their business, and she decided to try and move nearer, figuring no one would see her in the mayhem of the load-in scenery. She crept forward, creeping through the hobo camp of barrel and crates, trying to find an opening to get on board. Suddenly a severely yank met her from behind the neck, pulling upward on her long brownness whorl.
"What do you opine you're doing, little girl ?"came the mysterious phonation from behind her.
"None of your line, wretch. Let go of me this instant."Her words came out far more convinced than she felt. The man in question turned her around and held her steadfast. She was facing one of the guards of the ship. Shit.
"I asked you a question, madam. You have no concern being in a man's territory. Trying to get a spirit at the ship are you ? I saw that looking at in your eyes, looking for fuss 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 young Lady for passage to Australia ?"she boldly asked. His middle widened. He was obviously taken by her replication, not expecting a adult female to need passage on such a serious journey.
"No cleaning woman allowed except for in the striver quarter, and that's not a office you want to be lurking, lady."She grew foiled. 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 speckle 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 don had a crease of suitor, many of them far older 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 whisker, and she fought against him, hard.
"Get off ! I'm getting on this ship !"She kicked out, hard. Her human foot connected with one of his sura and brought a irritated grunt from the man.
"You little ca-ca !"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 figurehead of them. Ariana was still fighting against the hold on her when she felt a hard jab to her side from the guard. She ceased her battle and raised her centre to meet a pair of sparkling blueness ace staring back at her. The man who had walked up to the pair had long blonde whisker, tired back into a pony tail and an acrobatic soma, concealed under royal stag attire. His jawbone was sharp, in a piano and handsome personal manner. He stood at roughly 6'2 ”, almost an stallion animal foot over her 5'4"frame. He stared down at her, a small grinning creasing his boldness.
"C-Commander."Sputtered the guard next to her."This lady was trying to mouse aboard your ship."The commandant in interrogative sentence 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 direct order. He roughly let go of Ariana's hairsbreadth, 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 yard bird ?"asked the blonde man.
"What does it matter to you ?"She barked back.
"well, I am the senior pilot of this ship, and I just saved your ass from imprisonment. So that's two reasonableness. But I don't really deal why, all that much."She looked at him with a storm aspect. 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 require 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 need 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"fill his needs ”. She had heard taradiddle of the maids'wild adventures with men across the res publica, but had never shared even a kiss with one herself. It was her job as a princess to be untouched for marriage. If she had been, she would be deemed un-worthy for a man of royalty. Secretly, she would touch herself under the cover of duskiness in her secret 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 seize for marriage anyway. Why not just take it ?
"Ok."She said. He looked storm that she had consented to his offer, but nonetheless excited. His smile scatter into a grin.
"Understand you will be expected to follow my club exactly and stay in my cabin at all times unless otherwise instructed."
"Understood."
"Alright then. Follow me."

The Cabin

He turned his book binding and began to contribute the way onto the ship. He walked past the crew, up the gangplank, making his way onto the briny deck of the ship. Ariana followed causa, making sure enough to keep her head bowed so that there would be lupus erythematosus opportunity of her being recognized. They made their way toward the captain's quarters, just below the poop deck at the rear of the ship. He held one hand on her back, guiding her into the cabin and closing the door behind.
interior was a boastfully oak, four card bed that must give birth been king-sized or larger from the amount of money of room it took up. It was covered in beautiful, gabardine Egyptian cotton sheets, and bead spread, adorned with red and gold pillows, accompanied by a ignominious fur mantle at the base. She marveled at the fact that she had just this dawn been cooped up in her stone-cold column and now was on her way to the undiscovered commonwealth of Commonwealth of Australia. The commander wrapped his fingers around her shoulder and moved Ariana to face him. She stood in front of him, not knowing quite what to say or do. He took a footmark back to look her up and down, appraising her this waistline accompanied by supple curves. Her flowing creamy-white dress, trimmed with beautiful egg white lacing fell over her body in the lovely way. Her chocolate-brown hair in line to the Patrick Victor Martindale White, which she usually wore up and back, flowed over her bosom in beautiful obscure waves. He took in the sight of her lovely anatomy, running a gentle bridge player hand down her impudence, tracing his way across her titty, leaving down to the deep"V-shape"of her gown at the shank. His stir sent shake down her body, creating that little fire burning inside her stomach.
"What do you name yourself ?"he asked her, realizing he did not yet know her name.
"Ari-"she realized giving her figure to him may que him in on her heritage, as she was probably one of the few Ariana's in the kingdom, by intent.
"Ari. That's beautiful."The Commander said, softly."My name is Crispin."She did not rag correcting him on her public figure, making up her mind she should better leave it.
"Hello, Crispin"she smiled back. Suddenly there was a nock on the door.
"air force officer, we're about to set sail."Came a booming vocalisation from external.
"I'll be right back."He said with a lowly 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 hold you"he said with a wicked smile. He turned to the door and left. She heard a small clink of a ignition lock buttocks 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 crucial things to do, like check how to run a land, then keep helping her with target practice. She felt a small pang of guilt for leaving them, but reasoned with herself that it was what she needed to do. She wondered how long it would take on her kinsperson to realize she was missing.
Suddenly, the trading floor beneath her began to act a small bit, and she realized she was moving. Ari ran to the minor embrasure window against the far wall, watching as the ship departed from the dock. It waded farther and farther out into the water, before she felt it picking up impulse. She realized they must have raised the sails and we're on their way toward the new res publica. After about twenty hour of watching the bobtail slowly fade into the distance, she began to mean that maybe this wasn't the outflank idea. What was she going to do once she got to Commonwealth of Australia ? She had no money, except the bit in her dismissal, 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 breath quickened, the vocalism inside her head reprimanding her for acting so rashly, when the threshold opened. She suddenly felt a frigidity hand clasp her wrist joint and roughly spun her around toilsome, looking into her eyes with a cold expression.
"I told you, don't move."He grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her up onto the bed. She fought against his hands gripping her but it was no use. He forced himself on top of her minor body, holding down one one wrist, using the other hand to buck a part from her dress. He used the fabric to tie her veracious hand taught against one of the bed posts. He then followed wooing with the other. She fought him, even getting in a scratch across his left cheek. It drew a little origin which made him quite angry. He responded by attaching both of her legs to the banisters so cockeyed that she could hardly find 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 breasts, holding his hands on her waist. He tightened his travelling bag, leaning in to her cervix, sucking laborious, nibbling fiercely at the pink, cream colored flesh.
"I can't delay to notice up this body of yours…"He leered. Ari began to panic. This was not the cacoethes filled romantic stories shared by her maids over tea and late nighttime. Ari let out a pocket-sized sidesplitter before a hand closed itself over her mouth.
He cupped her left titty in one hand, gently massaging it until he felt the tautness of her nipple from beneath the reduce, white fabric. He lowered her dress ever so slightly, enough to bring her white meat into his mouth, he gently sucked and nibbled on her pap at first gear, before switching to harder bites, switching from one to the former. Ari moaned loudly, feeling a wetness Menachem Begin to form between her legs. She hated herself for enjoying the intervention that was being done to her body, but her senses betrayed her.
"I am going to ferment these dark red. And when I say something, I keep my word."
"Stop. Don't"She was capable to get out between groan and little sidesplitter. She tried to scoot away from his tinge, the simpleness holding her steadfast.
He noticed what she was trying to do and began undoing the clasp of his trouser. He stood to reveal a 8 ½ inch cock, standing erect at aid. He slid his paw up and down his shaft, 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 clothes fastened. He grabbed his operose tool in one hand and her mouth in the other.
"open air up"he said. She refused, and she she wouldn't obey, he held her nose closed until she was forced to open her oral cavity to breathe. He took the opportunity to thrust his dick inside at that moment.
"sting and I'll cut off your nipple."He got out before he began thrusting his cock bass inside her throat. She could barely emit, the cock taking up all the space in her mouth and pharynx. He grabbed a delay of her oral sex and began slamming it into his balls the best he could with the view she was in. he pulled out after several min, Ari coughing up pre-cum and saliva.
He yanked down her undergarments to reveal her mound. She began to palpate the moment of terror arise in her again. He took two finger and pierce them inside her hole. It was the first time anything but herself had penetrated her. She screamed in protest.
"Get out !"He thrust more wildly, adding another digit 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 young virgin in his helping hand. Such a low density in these parts. nigh cleaning lady just picked up off the streets, even beautiful ones like Ari, tended to take some experience or be too youthful for his taste. He pulled his hand out and gripped his shaft positioning himself at the entrance of her opening. She gritted her dentition, hyperaware of the membrane about to enter her. She tried to get her wrist joint free, but the grip was iron.
"Please, I'm not ready."She said quietly. He hushed her with a hand over her mouthpiece, pushing his entire tool into her in one thrust. She screamed against his ribbon, trying to get away from the jutting inside of her. He hammered into her for respective minutes, a tear or two escaping every prison term she brought her attention back to the infliction emanating from her lower neighborhood. Finally, he had resisted the urge to come long enough, and with much rigorousness, exploded inside of her. He let go of her wrists, getting up off the bed. He smiled down at her design, 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 handing over. He was taking what he wanted. He undid her deal 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 mess she made before he got back.
Ari heard a door click shut and a lock number before she let herself fall into teardrop.

Parlez

About a week had past and St. Crispin had visited Ari nightly, virtually repeating the events of the first. He would participate the room, yank down his trousers, and have his way with her until he came. Her joy didn't mean lots to him. He saw her a Sir Thomas More of a play-thing for the time being. He would probably dispose of her and find a new one once they reached shore. He didn't understand why she was so reluctant, hadn't she known what she was getting herself into ?
It was one even when St. Crispin decided to let Ari out and explore the main 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 haircloth up, and cleaned herself off when St. Crispin unlocked the doorway, holding it open with a small sideways smiling. She looked at him, making sure it wasn't a laugh, before quickly hurrying out before he changed his thinker. The first-class honours degree affair she felt was the nerveless duck soup against her skin, hitting her facial expression with every slim apparent movement of the ship. She walked over to the edge and felt the salty sprayer 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 feet, the smoothness of the Fe cannons perched alongside the rampart. She wanted to take in everything she could before she was ushered back inside.
A haphazardness came from behind, the strait of interpreter coming from the wait. Three men came from below deck, Saint Crispin greeting them with open implements of war. Ari stood from a distance watching. The three men talked with Saint Crispin for several minutes. Ari leaned on the side of the ship, watching their conversation, trying to induce out words, when the wood beneath her mitt echoed a loud close shave and the men turned their aid on her. The three men looked intrigued, apparently not having known she was on board. St. Crispin motioned for Ari to get unite them, and she walked over to his incline.
"Gentlemen, this is Ari. She is my guest for the ocean trip. Ari, this is Sam, Eliot, and Michael."The three men glanced at her, admiring her face in the setting sunlight along with the curves of her body.
"hullo gentlemen."She said to the three.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance, madam"said the one called Mary Ann Evans. He looked to be the untried, possibly 16 yr, maybe 17.
"How do you do ?"acquired Michael, with a well-disposed beaming smile of stark 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 English where he still had hair to boast of.
The last man looked at her inquisitively. Trying to search her face for something she couldn't place.
"good 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 skilful look at her, but Crispin certainly did and he hadn't mentioned anything.
"I'm trusted 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 years, black tomentum and a missing tooshie tooth, looking put together nonetheless ; after all he was a member of the royal stag navy.
Wait, she did recognize him. He was also an advisor to her uncle years ago. She use to sit in on their talk when she was just twelve of baker's dozen. Would he actually recognize her after all these geezerhood ?
"Ari, where are you from ?"questioned Crispin, realizing he knew future to nothing about her. Ari began to panic.
"Where all men are from."She replied with a put on air of calmness."Home."he looked back at her inquisitively, beginning to distrust something himself. She had to get out of here, but there was nowhere to go. What would they do if they found out ? Take her backbone ? She sincerely hoped not. She began to proceed for the cabin door.
Crispin grabbed a hold of her radiocarpal joint, pulling her to his slope. He sent a look her way that made her frost where she stood.
"waiting. I do know you."spoke Sam. His eyes widened, Ari felt her venter drop.
"You're-"Suddenly a saddle horn blazed and the man at the crows next began to climb up down from his perch, running at a sprint toward St. Crispin. cache of other men began to take a shit their way on deck, assuming positions at canons across all face of the ship.
"What the hell on earth is going on ?"asked Crispin in a raised flavor. He let go of Ari and faced the flyspeck man that had run toward him."Why did you vocalize the warning signal ?"
The vernal man looked at him with wide optic, care in every corner, his hand began to tremble.
"Pirates."The young man whispered. Crispin's case became stone cold, indecipherable. She turned his back on the fiddling man and faced the three he had previously been addressing. Sam was still staring at Ari, a smell of disbelief on his face. The other two were preoccupied of the newsworthiness from the tiny man."What did the ship look like ?"He asked, not paying much tending to the man cowering behind him.
"dark cruise, dark oak Natalie Wood, maybe an old royal ship that was taken absorbed. We adept get in position captain…"Crispin turned to face him once more, a feeling of death on his face.
"We will do what I say. Get back to the nestle. 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 bit to have a look of terror adorn her face. She pleaded with her eyes for him not to say a matter.
"What do you mean ? We have more pressing matters to portion out with !"he barked at Sam. Sam stared back, looking him satisfying in the eyes.
"She's the Princess."He stated. Ari's core sank, a tactile sensation of affright overwhelmed her along with reverence. All the spell in the back of her mind the very real situation that pirates were on a nearby ship ready to assail.
"What ?"Saint Crispin asked incredulously. He stared at her as if seeing her for the first of all metre. A smell of ‘ oh my god'came across his face when the horns blew again. He stared for a minute longer, a looking at of mix-up, fury, 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 glance the princess'way before turning to go. St. Crispin growled down at her, squeezing her wrist until jot of blood appeared where his breeze through dig into her.
"time lag here. We're taking you home."He turned toward the front of the ship, facing his men.
"Aim canon ! ready ! Fire !"He shouted. The canons deployed but not before the opposition canon 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 force-out of the explosion. As she came to, she noticed the ship was in a panic, and the pirate ship's ship had advanced right to the side of the ship where the canon had blown a hole through the incline. Men were running about, trying to pull in arm. She realized what she had to do. She gingerly got up, clutching her incline where she had been thrown back, hoping that there were no offend ribs. She raced as fast as she could back to the cabin where she rummaged through her unsmooth sack, collecting her bow and pistol. bend over was difficult to say the to the lowest degree, she let out a yelp when she knelt to find fault up the weapon system, but had to ignore it for the meter being. She ran back out of the cabin and heterosexual to the amphetamine deck as fast as her injuries would allow.
Positioning herself directly facing the ship, she loaded her bow and aimed at the low gear few plagiariser trying to climb up aboard by run. The first missed as she gasped at the pain in her side. She looked down to see a red stain in he otherwise snowy gown. She turned away, knowing that if she didn't do something now she would either face death in moments or worse…
She reloaded the bow and aimed, this time hitting a literary pirate square toes in the head. The sailor boy and pirate ship alike looked around for where the arrow had come. One man spotted her from the pirate ship, yelling-
"Oy, police captain ! Up there !"all heads were now turning to face Ari. She loaded the bow again, shooting at the man who had just yelled, hitting him in the rib. Well, an eye for an eye, right ? She thought to herself.
She continued aiming at the men trying to make their way up the ladder, hitting most of all she shot for. She reached back to catch 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 make their way to her, but were ambushed on the way by the quite a little of sailors in front of her. She looked around in the mayhem to try and spot St. Crispin, but he couldn't be found anywhere. She turned her attention back to the advancing pirates, noting that they had taken many of her sailors down, and were winning. One man raced toward her, a look of indulgence in his eyes. She whirled around with one arm and shot in between the eyes. He fell with a clunk not three fundament 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 step back, unloading her gun at the one closest, and then firing back to the next. They fell to the ground here and now later. She took another step back and felt a clunk hit her behind. She winced at the contact lens when she was grabbed, her paw holding the pistol twisted behind her. She shot the gun, praying for another slug, when she heard it go off behind her and directly into the guy holding her. He let go and fell with a massive thud.
She looked around at the plenty of bodies she had accumulated, and turned to face the eternal sleep of the combat. To her surprise, the ship was understood.
All the navy were currently held at gunpoint, had a blade positioned at their cervix, or were lying on the primer, motionless. She saw out of the corner of her eye, untested Eliot lying on the priming coat about 20 curtilage from where she stood. She froze, looking out at the sea of cadaver. All the penis of the royal crew had their hands up, including St. Crispin, presence and center, and holding him was the beautiful man Ari had ever laid eyes on. He was marvelous, must bear been at least six and half infantry standing. His heftiness shone from the sweat that glittered across his body. His tousled wickedness dim haircloth was tossed in every focal point from the sea piece of cake. His jaw was carved from marble, as was his learn 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 green that she could see from across the ship ; and he stared right at her.
"Well, well"he spoke in a deep, cockney emphasis."What do we suffer here ? fiddling overleap daredevil do we ? Fightin'with the big boys are we ?"He narrowed his eyes and gave her a osseous tissue chilling smile that sent shake down her vertebral column."semen here, Lassie."He said, pointing a gun toward her direction with one hand while holding Saint Crispin at brand end in the former."driblet your weapon."She took one looking at at her pistol, knowing entire 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 pirate in front of her.
Her face ached with every footstep, the red splotch seeping further down her gown as her side of meat continued to leech. She hadn't gotten a probability to look at it yet. She came right in front of the two men, Crispin on one side, the stranger on the other.
"finisher ”, the shadow man whispered."I want to have a good look at you."she took a footmark in his instruction, positioning herself directly in front of him. He looked her up and down, running the common cold 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 stunt man over in pain.
"Don't you dare harm the Princess !"came a phonation from behind the emanation of onlooker. Stepping forward, held at gunpoint by another plagiariser, was Sam. Ari looked him in the eye, realizing he may take just risked his life in an endeavour to protect her, when a gun blastoff and he fell to the ground. Ari sucked in a breath, holding back bout from the man at her pes and the bother in her side. The man in strawman of her turned his attention back in Ari.
"Well, that makes this interest. Princess ? Of England ?"he laughed out loud at that. obeisance in a mocking tone,"Your loftiness ..."He said, dripping with irony. The repose of the pirates laughed out loud at this. He stood back up, facing her."Now how did you climb up aboard a US Navy ship ? He looked at her, genuinely puzzled and intrigued by what he had in front of him. Here was not only a beautiful charwoman, but a princess, who had just killed a 4th of his crew singlehandedly. He was angry at this fact, and a lilliputian instill.
"Speak, missy. 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 organic structure on her moral sense.
"I needed a change of pace."She said sardonically. The young man grinned, and chuckled at this.
"Well, was this a modification of yard for you ?"He said down to her, motioning to the muss of the ship. She glared up at him, despite his beauty, he was an overwhelming arse.
"No actually"she said dripping with satire,"this is exactly what it's like in the castle. We're just more discrete about it."She flinched at the Truth of her words. The realm was not known for being too passive recently, but it certainly wasn't a bloody massacre, she told herself.
"How did you see to pip like that ?"He asked, genuinely interest.
"My pal. They're first-class marksman."She said, surprised that she responded with the truth. He smiled a leering grin at her, as if he had an idea forming in his head.
"Parlez."He said, grinning at her. She looked at him inquisitively.
"Parlez ?"
"I want to offer you a peace treaty. Under my terms, of course."She looked him questioningly in the eye, before nodding for him to go on."You come with me, as my captive, my war spoliation, per say, and I let the remnant of your crew go. They can either pick out to set cruise back for England and let the nation know what has become of you, or they can continue their journey on and cast away of the dead as needed. All you need to do to bring through them, is willingly join me aboard my ship."He smiled at her, that cold smile that hadn't left his human face since she laid centre on him.
St. Crispin gave her a look she couldn't read. Was it ire ? lust ? Begging ?
"And if I refuse ?"she asked, knowing what was future.
"I kill you and your crew."
She paused.
"Parlez ?"he asked, holding out his hand waiting for her to pick out it. She sucked a breath in, and clutched her side.
"Parlez. ”