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All of the consequence in this story are based in fiction
If you are looking for a spry read, straight to the level, this is not for you. It has a story line with scenes ranging from mild to graphic throughout

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

1812- The Indian ocean

Preface

On a fall day in late Sep, one of England's royal ships,"The Voyager ”, sent out on a stumble to Australia. The Royal Court had collected a myriad of Panama hat, hard worker, craftsmen, and entertainers to subscribe the voyager and colonize the new dry land. Among them, was Ariana.
As the princess of tycoon St. George II, Ariana was always a rebellious girlfriend. She would snarf out of the castle late at nights to train in Archery with her brothers, Nikoli and Geoffrey. She showed a great affinity for pistol shooting, and regularly practiced on targets in the nearby Grant Wood of the palace. Those were her favorite days, the ones where she could escape down the vine that crept from her tertiary storey window into the back gardens. She would climb down the crawler, making sure that no one saw her, and escapism in the tint of the willow trees out back. With her, she would impart a bow to praxis with, and pistol in case she was to be assaulted. The woods were no place for a cleaning woman, 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 neck, lecturing her on how a young woman was say to act. Once they got to his Chambers, he told her to put her work force on the board and turning around. Ariana put her hands down on the desk and heard her uncle rummaging around for something. She turned around for a split up bit when a cane came down hard on her supply ship can. She yelped in objection and tried to stand, but he pushed her back onto the desk.
"This is what happens when ladies don't do as they are say"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 amass her thoughts."What do you say ?"he asked. She half heartedly tried to get out from underneath his clasp, but with met with him tightening his suitcase.
"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 sure that she wouldn't be able to sit down for at least a week- maybe two. She didn't know why, but she felt a tingling sense impression in her tummy every time she looked back on that memory.
Even years later, at the age of 19, Ariana detested the lifetime of royal house and wished every day that she would get the exemption her blood brother's wielded on a day-after-day basis. The life-time of a princess was one of a caged animal, being lead around by effervescent diamond catch and following command after command. She knew her life as a trophy would never lay off as long as she remained in a palace.
As a princess, she was expected to be the dish of the kingdom ; the invidia of all other maiden. Her ladies in waiting doted on her day and night, showering her with compliments on her long, chestnut brown haircloth that shone red in the Light Within. Her high gear zygomatic bone were the envy of all woman in the kingdom, not to mention her dark Robert Brown eyes, seeming fairy-like, that took up a gravid portion of her face. She was regularly stared at by the Lester Willis Young men at royal stag lump, her curvey hips and small-scale waist attracting stares from every angle while she swayed to the music.
It was one afternoon when news about the stumble to Australia came into her possession. Her noblewoman in waiting had been gossiping about it all afternoon. While her handmaiden, Eva, laced up her girdle, Ariana felt it was prison term to recognize what the news was.
"What has everybody been whispering about, Eva ?"her amah shifted, not knowing whether she should portion the information she knew.
"zero, your highness."Ariana grew more budge, she wanted to get down to the fundament of what they were talking about."Eva, tell me or I'll news report you to the high school Court."“ Okay your highness, but it didn't come from me. The royal court of law is sending a ship to Commonwealth of Australia so they can colonize the new land. Apparently the ship leaves tonight. It's a unavowed missionary post, we are not supposed to know about it but the sentry go caught wind while two man spoke of it in the loo."
This is so exciting, Arianna thought. This might be my one chance to see another world. Her handmade helped her stop getting set for the day, and about an hour later she was left alone. She decided she was going to do it ; she was going to try to board the ship. She got a small haversack and packed the matter she knew she would ask for such a long journeying. She gathered a set of pants from her brother's clothes, her undergarment, a compass, and the ring she was given at birth. It was a small topaz ring embellished with four miniscule adamant at each corner, she brought it with her everywhere she went. On the interior of the ring was engraved her family tip, and initials.
About two minute passed and Ariana decided it was metre to try to sneak out. She didn't know what clock time the sauceboat would be leaving and wanted to get on it as soon as possible. She went over to the tertiary level window with rucksack in hand and begin to stimulate her way down the creep vines. She checks to make sure that nobody was around the palace gardens, and reached the ground. One hold out look it was fourth dimension to go, she ran into the Sir Henry Wood knowing that about a half 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 canvas of the ships could be heard even from the aloofness. Ariana hid behind a bridge that led from the Ellen Price Wood into the shipyard, Careful that nobody noticed to she was. She saw the ship with English language sword lily attached to the dock, and six with child snowy canvass. On movement front line of the ship was a plaque that read"The Voyager"in large gold-leaf letters. She saw crew of men loading supplies and striver onto the ship. The only women she could see boarding the ship were the striver. This would be grueling than she thought.
The crew continued to go about their business organization, and she decided to try and move closer, figuring no one would see her in the havoc of the load-in scene. She crept forward, creeping through the jungle of barrels and crate, trying to see an curtain raising to get on board. Suddenly a hard Yankee met her from behind the neck, pulling upward on her farseeing brown locks.
"What do you think you're doing, little girl ?"came the mysterious voice from behind her.
"None of your commercial enterprise, wretch. Let go of me this instant."Her words came out far more confident than she felt. The man in doubt turned her around and held her steadfast. She was facing one of the guards of the ship. Shit.
"I asked you a inquiry, lady. You have no business being in a man's territory. Trying to get a flavour at the ship are you ? I saw that aspect in your center, looking for fuss is what it is."
She glared at him harshly, she wanted to pitter-patter 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 peeress for passage to Australia ?"she boldly asked. His eyes widened. He was obviously taken by her counter, not expecting a adult female to want passage on such a serious journeying.
"No womanhood allowed except for in the slave quarters, and that's not a place you want to be lurking, lady."She grew frustrated. She already knew women weren't allowed, and she was simply grateful he hadn't recognized her as royalty yet or she would be high-tailing it back to the palace in no time.
"I can pay you, but I need a spot on this ship."She thought of the life she may have if she be taken back to the palace. She was already well past the age of marriage ceremony, and her father had a line of suitors, many of them far older than she, waiting for her manus any day now. Once the decision was made she would never be let free. This was her one chance.
"I'm taking you to the police."He stated roughly. He began to hale her roughly by the hair, and she fought against him, hard.
"Get off ! I'm getting on this ship !"She kicked out, hard. Her foot connected with one of his calves and brought a irritated grunt from the man.
"You little diddlysquat !"He barked at her. She continued to contend 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 forepart of them. Ariana was still fighting against the hold on her when she felt a severely jab to her side from the guard. She ceased her struggles and raised her eyes to get together a couple of sparkling patrician single staring back at her. The man who had walked up to the pair had long blonde hair, tired back into a jigger fag end and an acrobatic underframe, concealed under royal attire. His lower jawbone was sharp, in a soft and freehanded manner. He stood at roughly 6'2 ”, almost an entire ft over her 5'4"soma. He stared down at her, a low smile creasing his human face.
"C-Commander."Sputtered the guard next to her."This noblewoman was trying to sneak aboard your ship."The commander in dubiousness looked Ariana up and down, appraising her with his ocean-blue eyes.
"Let her go. Leave us be."The safety device looked at the commandant incredulously, but knew well not to disregard a direct purchase order. He roughly let go of Ariana's hair, and scuttled away, lifting the rootage of a vexation she had been feeling from the unwanted contact.
"Why do you passage so desperately ? Are you a inmate ?"asked the blonde man.
"What does it matter to you ?"She barked back.
"fountainhead, I am the maitre d'hotel of this ship, and I just saved your ass from imprisonment. So that's two reasons. But I don't really handle 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 yr of age."You want handing over 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 womanhood. Specifically, a cleaning woman to sate my need on the ocean trip 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 story of the housemaid'raving mad 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 marriage. If she had been, she would be deemed un-worthy for a man of royalty. Secretly, she would touch herself under the blanket of darkness in her buck 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 moment of this man's offer, and realized that if she went with him, she would probably never be deemed appropriate for marriage anyway. Why not just take it ?
"Ok."She said. He looked surprised that she had consented to his offer, but nonetheless excited. His smile spread into a grin.
"Understand you will be expected to stick to my orders exactly and persist in my cabin at all meter unless otherwise instructed."
"Understood."
"Alright then. Follow me."

The Cabin

He turned his back and began to lead the way onto the ship. He walked past the crew, up the gangplank, making his way onto the master deck of cards of the ship. Ariana followed causa, making sure to keep her head bowed so that there would be to a lesser extent opportunity of her being recognized. They made their way toward the captain's quarters, just below the quarter deck at the rear of the ship. He held one hired man on her back, guiding her into the cabin and closing the door behind.
interior was a bombastic oak, four posting bed that must own been king-sized or expectant from the amount of way it took up. It was covered in beautiful, white Egyptian cotton wool bed sheet, and beadwork spread, adorned with red and gold pillows, accompanied by a lightlessness fur mantle at the foundation. She marveled at the fact that she had just this first light been cooped up in her stone-cold pillar and now was on her way to the undiscovered acres of Australia. The commandant wrapped his finger 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 footprint back to see her up and down, appraising her this shank accompanied by supple bender. Her flowing cream-colored clothes, trimmed with beautiful white lace fell over her body in the endearing way. Her dark-brown pilus in contrast to the Andrew Dickson White, which she usually wore up and back, flowed over her breasts in beautiful dark-skinned undulation. He took in the sight of her lovely bod, running a entitle hand hand down her cheek, tracing his way across her breasts, leaving down to the deep"V-shape"of her gown at the shank. His touch sent shivers down her organic structure, creating that little ardour burning inside her stomach.
"What do you call yourself ?"he asked her, realizing he did not yet know 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 land, by invention.
"Ari. That's beautiful."The Commander said, softly."My epithet is Crispin."She did not bother correcting him on her public figure, making up her mind she should better lead it.
"howdy, Crispin"she smiled back. Suddenly there was a nock on the door.
"commandant, we're about to set sail."Came a expand phonation from outside.
"I'll be right back."He said with a small smile."Don't move."He looked at Ari sternly, and picked her up, placing her on the bed."I don't want to have to restrain you"he said with a wicked smile. He turned to the door and left. She heard a small click of a lock buns 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 larn how to run a kingdom, then keep helping her with target practice. She felt a small stab of guilt trip for leaving them, but reasoned with herself that it was what she needed to do. She wondered how recollective it would take her family to realize she was missing.
Suddenly, the storey beneath her began to move 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 loading dock. It waded farther and farther out into the water, before she felt it picking up momentum. She realized they must take raised the sheet and we're on their way toward the new farming. After about twenty dollar bill minutes of watching the pier slowly fade into the length, she began to conceive that maybe this wasn't the topper estimation. What was she going to do once she got to Australia ? She had no money, except the bit in her carrier bag, 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 door opened. She suddenly felt a insensate hired hand clasp her wrist joint and roughly whirl her around knockout, looking into her oculus with a moth-eaten grammatical construction.
"I told you, don't move."He grabbed her by the waistline 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 small body, holding down one one wrist, using the former hand to bust a piece from her dress. He used the fabric to tie her rightfield bridge player taught against one of the bed Emily Price Post. He then followed suit with the other. She fought him, even getting in a scratch across his pass on cheek. It drew a lilliputian line of descent which made him quite raging. He responded by attaching both of her leg to the banisters so soaked that she could hardly experience anything anymore.
He looked at her facial expression, lowering his tending to where the top of her clothes dipped down to debunk the very top of her small, A cup breasts, holding his hands on her waist. He tightened his grip, leaning in to her cervix, sucking hard, nibbling fiercely at the pink, cream colored flesh.
"I can't postponement to pit up this body of yours…"He leered. Ari began to panic. This was not the passion filled romantic stories shared by her amah over tea and tardy Night. Ari let out a little howler before a hired hand closed itself over her oral fissure.
He cupped her left breast in one hired man, gently massaging it until he felt the tightness of her nipple from beneath the tenuous, tweed framework. He lowered her dress ever so slightly, enough to lend her breast into his mouth, he gently sucked and nibbled on her teat at first, before switching to harder bites, switching from one to the other. Ari moaned loudly, feeling a wetness begin to imprint between her legs. She hated herself for enjoying the treatment that was being done to her organic structure, but her senses betrayed her.
"I am going to change by reversal these dark red. And when I say something, I keep my word."
"Stop. Don't"She was able to get out between moan and little sidesplitter. She tried to scoot away from his tactual sensation, the restraint holding her steadfast.
He noticed what she was trying to do and began undoing the clasp of his pants. He stood to reveal a 8 ½ inch cock, standing erect at attention. He slid his hired man up and down his shaft, staring at Ari all the while. He had acquired a look of thirstiness in his gaze. He pushed her back onto the bed, yanking up her skirt, not bothering to undo the girdle keeping her dress fastened. He grabbed his grueling pecker in one deal 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 give her mouth to breathe. He took the opportunity to stuff his cock inside at that moment.
"bite and I'll cut off your nipple."He got out before he began thrusting his cock deep inside her pharynx. She could barely breathe, the cock taking up all the space in her sass and pharynx. He grabbed a keep of her head and began slamming it into his balls the C. H. Best he could with the posture she was in. he pulled out after several minutes, Ari coughing up pre-cum and saliva.
He yanked down her unmentionable to disclose her mound. She began to finger the minute of panic arise in her again. He took two fingers and lunge them inside her fix. It was the first time anything but herself had penetrated her. She screamed in protest.
"Get out !"He thrust more wildly, adding another finger to the mix. It felt uncomfortable, almost afflictive. Part of her was heavily turned on by this, the other was screaming that she wasn't ready.
"Please, I've never…"
His eyes widened. He realized he was holding a unseasoned virgin in his mitt. Such a rarity in these part. nearly womanhood just picked up off the streets, even beautiful ones like Ari, tended to sustain some experience or be too Young for his mouthful. He pulled his hand out and gripped his shaft positioning himself at the entryway of her chess opening. She gritted her teeth, hyperaware of the membrane about to enter her. She tried to get her radiocarpal joint resign, but the suitcase 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 jab. She screamed against his thenar, trying to get away from the protuberance inside of her. He hammered into her for several minutes, a tear or two escaping every fourth dimension she brought her attention back to the pain emanating from her lower regions. Finally, he had resisted the itch to come long enough, and with very much rigor, exploded inside of her. He let go of her wrists, getting up off the bed. He smiled down at her bod, his cum leaking out of her hole slowly. She lay there whimpering. A region of him felt bad, but hey, she was the one who agreed to this for musical passage. He was taking what he wanted. He undid her hand restraints and went into the loo to grab a moistness cloth 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 act before she let herself fall into crying.

Parlez

About a calendar week had yesteryear and St. Crispin had visited Ari nightly, virtually repeating the events of the first. He would enter the elbow room, yank down his trouser, and have his way with her until he came. Her joy didn't mean often to him. He saw her a more of a play-thing for the fourth dimension being. He would probably dispose of her and bump 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 Crispin decided to let Ari out and explore the main deck for a piece. Ari was excited. She hadn't left her elbow room for over a week. The sun was beginning to set as she pinned her hairsbreadth up, and cleaned herself off when Crispin unlocked the door, holding it open with a modest sideways smile. She looked at him, making sure it wasn't a prank, before quickly hurrying out before he changed his mind. The first thing she felt was the cool down breeze against her skin, hitting her face with every little 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 ft, the eloquence of the smoothing iron cannons perched alongside the bulwark. She wanted to admit in everything she could before she was show back inside.
A haphazardness came from behind, the audio of voices coming from the keep. Three men came from below deck, Saint Crispin greeting them with spread arm. Ari stood from a aloofness watching. The three men talked with Saint Crispin for several minutes. Ari leaned on the side of meat of the ship, watching their conversation, trying to make out words, when the forest beneath her deal echoed a loud squeak 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 come get together them, and she walked over to his side of meat.
"Gentlemen, this is Ari. She is my Guest for the voyage. Ari, this is Sam, T. S. Eliot, and Michael."The three men glanced at her, admiring her face in the setting sunlight along with the bend of her physical structure.
"Hello gentlemen."She said to the three.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance, madam"said the one called T. S. Eliot. He looked to be the youngest, possibly 16 years, maybe 17.
"How do you do ?"acquired Michael, with a friendly beaming smile of perfect dentition. She smiled back at him and nodded her head, enjoying his friendly nature. He seemed to be around 60 old age of age, maybe more and greying on the slope where he still had hair to boast of.
The final exam man looked at her inquisitively. Trying to search her face for something she couldn't place.
"Good eve, Ari."said the man, Sam."free 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 former had recognized her. Given, they didn't get a practiced look at her, but Saint Crispin certainly did and he hadn't mentioned anything.
"I'm sure I would recall a cheek such as yours."She replied calmly, feeling the tensity body-build within her. The man staring her up and down was around 40 years, black haircloth and a missing bottom tooth, looking put together nonetheless ; after all he was a appendage of the royal stag USN.
hold, she did realise him. He was also an consultant to her uncle years ago. She use to sit in on their talks when she was just 12 of thirteen. Would he actually pick out her after all these yr ?
"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 assumed air of calm."Home."he looked back at her inquisitively, beginning to mistrust something himself. She had to get out of here, but there was nowhere to go. What would they do if they found out ? use up her back ? She sincerely hoped not. She began to move for the cabin door.
Saint Crispin grabbed a delay of her articulatio radiocarpea, pulling her to his incline. He sent a spirit her way that made her freezing where she stood.
"wait. I do know you."spoke Sam. His heart widened, Ari felt her stomach drop.
"You're-"Suddenly a motor horn blazed and the man at the Corvus next began to climb down from his pole, running at a sprint toward St. Crispin. hoard of other men began to make their way on deck, assuming positions at canon across all slope of the ship.
"What the Hades is going on ?"asked Crispin in a raised tone. He let go of Ari and faced the bantam man that had run toward him."Why did you sound the alarm ?"
The young man looked at him with wide middle, fear in every corner, his hand began to tremble.
"Pirates."The young man whispered. Crispin's face became Lucy Stone cold, unreadable. She turned his rear on the little man and faced the three he had previously been addressing. Sam was still staring at Ari, a looking at of skepticism on his human face. The former two were preoccupied of the news show from the tiny man."What did the ship look like ?"He asked, not paying a lot care to the man cowering behind him.
"nighttime cruise, drear oak wood, maybe an old royal ship that was taken captive. We better get in view captain…"Saint Crispin turned to face him once more, a look of death on his expression.
"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 pit cold."Sam- ”.
"Sir. She's not who you think-"
Now it was Ari's turn to possess a look of terror adorn her cheek. She pleaded with her eyes for him not to say a matter.
"What do you mean ? We have more pressing topic to deal with !"he barked at Sam. Sam stared back, looking him lame in the eyes.
"She's the Princess."He stated. Ari's mettle sank, a belief of panic overwhelmed her along with fear. All the while in the dorsum of her mind the very real situation that pirates were on a nearby ship ready to attack.
"What ?"Saint Crispin asked incredulously. He stared at her as if seeing her for the first time. A spirit of ‘ oh my god'came across his case when the horns blew again. He stared for a bit longer, a feeling of confusion, fury, and scare crossing his nerve all at once. He grabbed her by the radiocarpal joint and held, operose."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. Saint Crispin growled down at her, squeezing her wrist until specks of descent appeared where his nails dig into her.
"Wait here. We're taking you home."He turned toward the social movement of the ship, facing his men.
"Aim canon ! Ready ! Fire !"He shouted. The canons deployed but not before the foe canons fired in good order 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 of the explosion. As she came to, she noticed the ship was in a panic, and the buccaneer's ship had advanced right to the side of the ship where the canyon had blown a hole through the face. Men were running about, trying to collect weapons. She realized what she had to do. She gingerly got up, clutching her English where she had been thrown back, hoping that there were no ruin ribs. She raced as fast as she could back up to the cabin where she rummaged through her rough sack, collecting her bow and pistol. Bending over was unmanageable to say the least, she let out a yip 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 straight to the amphetamine deck as fast as her combat injury would allow.
Positioning herself directly facing the ship, she loaded her bow and aimed at the kickoff few pirates trying to climb up aboard by ladder. The low gear missed as she gasped at the pain in the neck in her side. She looked down to see a red stain in he otherwise gabardine 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 Pirate lame in the head. The boater and pirates alike looked around for where the arrow had come. One man spotted her from the literary pirate ship, yelling-
"Oy, master ! Up there !"all headland were now turning to typeface Ari. She loaded the bow again, shooting at the man who had just yelled, hitting him in the costa. Well, an eye for an eye, right ? She thought to herself.
She continued aiming at the men trying to earn their way up the ladder, hitting well-nigh of all she shot for. She reached back to grab another arrow, but there were none to be found. Shit, she thought. She withdrew her pistol from her supporter, 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 peck of boater in front of her. She looked around in the mayhem to try and distinguish Saint Crispin, but he couldn't be found anywhere. She turned her attention back to the advancing sea robber, noting that they had taken many of her sailors down, and were winning. One man raced toward her, a looking at of craziness in his center. She whirled around with one arm and shooter in between the eyes. He fell with a thud not three base 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 succeeding. They fell to the ground moments later. She took another footfall back and felt a clump hit her tail end. She winced at the contact when she was catch, her hand holding the shooting iron twisted behind her. She shot the gun, praying for another slug, when she heard it go off behind her and uncoiled into the guy holding her. He let go and fell with a massive thud.
She looked around at the wad of bodies she had accumulated, and turned to present the rest of the fighting. To her surprise, the ship was tacit.
All the navy were currently held at gunpoint, had a sword positioned at their neck, or were lying on the dry land, motionless. She saw out of the nook of her eye, Danton True Young Mary Ann Evans lying on the primer about 20 yards from where she stood. She froze, looking out at the sea of clay. All the penis of the royal bunch had their hands up, including Crispin, front and plaza, and holding him was the beautiful man Ari had ever laid eyes on. He was tall, must cause been at least six and half feet standing. His muscles shone from the elbow grease that glittered across his consistence. His rumpled moody black hair was tossed in every charge 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 eyes. They glowed a brilliant, beautiful green that she could see from across the ship ; and he stared right at her.
"wellspring, well"he spoke in a deep, cockney accent."What do we own here ? Little miss lunatic do we ? Fightin'with the big boys are we ?"He narrowed his eyes and gave her a pearl chilling smile that sent shivers down her spine."cum here, Lassie."He said, pointing a gun toward her way with one hand while holding Crispin at swords end in the other."Drop your weapon."She took one look at her side arm, knowing full well she was out of ammo, and realized she had no choice but to watch over his orders. She dropped the gun to her side, and began making her way toward the handsome, unsafe pirate in social movement of her.
Her side of meat ached with every step, the red splotch seeping further down her nightgown as her side continued to hemorrhage. She hadn't gotten a fortune to depend at it yet. She came right in front of the two men, Crispin on one slope, the unknown on the other.
"closer ”, the dreary man whispered."I want to let a undecomposed look at you."she took a step in his counseling, positioning herself directly in front of him. He looked her up and down, running the inhuman metal of the gun up and down her body. He pressed it firmly into the side where she had been injured, producing an outward-bound cry from Ari, making her double over in painfulness.
"Don't you dare harm the Princess !"came a voice from behind the procession of onlooker. Stepping forward, held at point by another pirate, was Sam. Ari looked him in the eye, realizing he may have just risked his life in an effort to protect her, when a gun guessing and he fell to the ground. Ari sucked in a breath, holding back snag from the man at her feet and the annoyance in her side. The man in straw man of her turned his attention back in Ari.
"Well, that makes this occupy. Princess ? Of England ?"he laughed out loud at that. Bowing in a mocking flavor,"Your highness ..."He said, dripping with irony. The sleep of the pirates laughed out loud at this. He stood back up, facing her."Now how did you go up aboard a naval forces ship ? He looked at her, genuinely puzzled and intrigued by what he had in front line of him. Here was not only a beautiful woman, but a princess, who had just killed a fourth of his crew singlehandedly. He was angry at this fact, and a little impressed.
"Speak, lady friend. Or this man next to me dies."Ari looked over at her rapist from the past times week, and decided that she couldn't have another body 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 pace for you ?"He said down to her, motioning to the mess of the ship. She glared up at him, despite his beauty, he was an overpowering motherfucker.
"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 true statement of her password. The kingdom was not known for being too peaceful recently, but it certainly wasn't a bloody slaughter, she told herself.
"How did you learn to sprout like that ?"He asked, genuinely worry.
"My pal. They're excellent marksman."She said, surprised that she responded with the Truth. He smiled a leering grinning at her, as if he had an approximation forming in his head.
"Parlez."He said, grinning at her. She looked at him inquisitively.
"Parlez ?"
"I want to offer you a ataraxis pact. Under my terms, of course."She looked him questioningly in the eye, before nodding for him to go on."You come with me, as my prisoner, my war spoil, per say, and I let the remainder of your crew go. They can either take to set canvass back for England and let the body politic know what has become of you, or they can continue their journeying on and cast aside of the idle as needed. All you need to do to redeem them, is willingly link up me aboard my ship."He smiled at her, that cold smile that hadn't left his face since she laid eyes on him.
Crispin gave her a feeling she couldn't read. Was it Anger ? luxuria ? mendicancy ?
"And if I refuse ?"she asked, knowing what was succeeding.
"I kill you and your crew."
She paused.
"Parlez ?"he asked, holding out his hand waiting for her to engage it. She sucked a breathing time in, and clutched her side.
"Parlez. ”