distinction to readers ; This work is copy-write 2016
All of the events in this write up are based in fiction
If you are looking for a ready read, straight to the point, this is not for you. It has a write up line of descent 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 Amerind ocean

Preface

On a fall day in late September, one of England's royal ships,"The Voyager ”, sent out on a head trip to Australia. The royal stag court of law had collected a myriad of sailors, slaves, craftsmen, and entertainers to take the voyager and colonize the new land. Among them, was Ariana.
As the princess of King George II II, Ariana was always a rebellious female child. She would pilfer out of the castle late at nights to train in Archery with her brothers, Nikoli and Geoffrey. She showed a gravid chemical attraction for pistol shooting, and regularly practiced on mark in the nearby Sir Henry Wood of the castle. Those were her front-runner Day, the 1 where she could escape down the vine that crept from her third base window into the plunk for gardens. She would climb down the creepers, making for certain 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 pattern with, and shooting iron in suit she was to be assaulted. The Natalie Wood were no place for a womanhood, let alone royalty.
The kickoff clip she was caught escaping at the age of 10, her uncle was the one who found her. He dragged her back to the castling, leading her by the neck opening, lecturing her on how a young adult female was theorise to act. Once they got to his chamber, he told her to put her hired man on the table and turn around. Ariana put her paw down on the desk and heard her uncle rummaging around for something. She turned around for a Split second when a cane came down hard on her tender merchant ship. She yelped in dissent and tried to resist, but he pushed her back onto the desk.
"This is what happens when Lady don't do as they are told"said her uncle."Now I want you to matter 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 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 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 prison term he had reached"10"she was for 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 sensation in her stomach every time she looked back on that memory.
Even twelvemonth later, at the age of 19, Ariana detested the life of royal line and wished every day that she would have the freedom her brother's wielded on a day by day foundation. The life of a princess was one of a caged animal, being lead around by glistering diamond catch and following command after command. She knew her life sentence as a trophy would never cease as long as she remained in a palace.
As a princess, she was expected to be the smasher of the kingdom ; the envy of all former maidens. Her ladies in waiting doted on her day and night, showering her with compliments on her farsighted, chestnut tree brownish whisker that shone red in the light source. Her high cheekbones were the envy of all women in the land, not to note her dark dark-brown eyes, seeming fairy-like, that took up a large portion of her face. She was regularly stared at by the youth men at royal balls, her curvy hips and small waist attracting stares from every Angle while she swayed to the music.
It was one good afternoon when news about the trip to Australia came into her possession. Her ladies in waiting had been gossiping about it all afternoon. While her handmaid, Eva, laced up her corset, Ariana felt it was sentence to know what the news was.
"What has everybody been whispering about, Eva ?"her maid shifted, not knowing whether she should parcel the information she knew.
"zero, your highness."Ariana grew more agitated, she wanted to get down to the bottom of what they were talking about."Eva, tell me or I'll news report you to the senior high school Court."“ Okay your highness, but it didn't come from me. The royal homage is sending a ship to Australia so they can colonise the new acres. Apparently the ship leaves tonight. It's a hole-and-corner missionary station, we are not supposed to jazz about it but the safeguard caught wind while two valet de chambre spoke of it in the loo."
This is so sex, Arianna thought. This might be my one chance to see another world. Her handmade helped her stop getting ready for the day, and about an time of day later she was left alone. She decided she was going to do it ; she was going to try to control board the ship. She got a diminished knapsack and packed the matter she knew she would need for such a long journey. She gathered a set of trouser from her brother's apparel, her undergarments, a compass, and the hoop she was given at giving birth. It was a minor topaz ring embellished with four miniscule rhomb at each quoin, she brought it with her everywhere she went. On the inside of the ring was engraved her family top, and initials.
About two hour passed and Ariana decided it was time to try to sneak out. She didn't know what prison term the gravy holder would be leaving and wanted to get on it as soon as possible. She went over to the third flooring windowpane with rucksack in hand and Begin to make her way down the creeping vines. She checks to make for certain that cypher was around the castle gardens, and reached the ground. One last look it was time to go, she ran into the woods knowing that about a one-half mile due north was where the shipyard was. She retrieved her range and began making her way north.

The Shipyard

The clanging in clattering of the sails of the ships could be heard even from the aloofness. Ariana hid behind a bridgework that led from the Wood into the shipyard, Careful that nobody noticed to she was. She saw the ship with English flags attached to the wharf, and six large livid sails. On front front of the ship was a plaque that read"The Voyager"in large gold-leaf letters. She saw work party of men loading supplies and striver onto the ship. The only women she could see boarding the ship were the slaves. This would be gruelling than she thought.
The crowd continued to go about their business, and she decided to try and impress closer, figuring no one would see her in the mayhem of the load-in scene. She crept forward, creeping through the jungle of barrels and crate, trying to bump an porta to get on plug-in. Suddenly a hard yank met her from behind the neck, pulling upward on her foresighted brown locks.
"What do you think you're doing, little missy ?"came the cryptic vocalization from behind her.
"None of your business, wretch. Let go of me this instant."Her words came out far more confident than she felt. The man in enquiry turned her around and held her steadfast. She was facing one of the sentry go of the ship. Shit.
"I asked you a query, lady. You have no occupation being in a man's territory. Trying to get a look at the ship are you ? I saw that looking in your heart, looking for difficulty 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 train a young noblewoman for transit to Australia ?"she boldly asked. His middle widened. He was obviously taken by her retort, not expecting a charwoman to want passage on such a dangerous journey.
"No women allowed except for in the slave quarter, and that's not a property you want to be lurking, lady."She grew defeated. She already knew women weren't allowed, and she was simply grateful he hadn't recognized her as royalty yet or she would be high-tailing it back to the castle in no time.
"I can pay you, but I need a berth 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, and her don had a line of suitors, many of them far aged than she, waiting for her hired man any day now. Once the decisiveness 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 drag her roughly by the hairsbreadth, and she fought against him, hard.
"Get off ! I'm getting on this ship !"She kicked out, hard. Her pes connected with one of his calves and brought a nettled grunt from the man.
"You short give away !"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 care for the man in front of them. Ariana was still fighting against the keep on her when she felt a toilsome jab to her side from the sentry go. She ceased her struggles and raised her eyes to meet a couple of sparkling blue one staring back at her. The man who had walked up to the yoke had prospicient blonde hair, tired back into a pony empennage and an athletic frame of reference, concealed under royal dress. His jawbone was penetrative, in a soft and bighearted manner. He stood at roughly 6'2 ”, almost an entire foot over her 5'4"chassis. He stared down at her, a small grinning creasing his face.
"C-Commander."Sputtered the guard next to her."This madam was trying to lift aboard your ship."The commander in query looked Ariana up and down, appraising her with his ocean-blue eyes.
"Let her go. Leave us be."The guard looked at the commandant incredulously, but knew well not to disregard a direct order. He roughly let go of Ariana's whisker, and scuttled away, lifting the commencement of a head ache she had been feeling from the unwanted contact.
"Why do you passage so desperately ? Are you a convict ?"asked the blond man.
"What does it count to you ?"She barked back.
"Well, I am the captain of this ship, and I just saved your ass from immurement. So that's two reasons. But I don't really worry 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 old age of age."You want passage on this ship ? I am going to necessitate something in return."She stared back at him.
"I have money-"
"I don't need your money. I need a woman. Specifically, a womanhood 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 penury ”. She had heard tale of the maidservant'wild adventure with men across the area, but had never shared even a candy 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 swarthiness in her private quarters. She had felt the insatiable want to be touched since the age of XIV. She would rub herself to orgasm almost nightly, but was never fully satisfied. She thought for a mo of this man's offer, and realized that if she went with him, she would probably never be deemed earmark for marriage anyway. Why not just take it ?
"Ok."She said. He looked surprised that she had consented to his fling, but nonetheless excited. His smile ranch into a grin.
"Understand you will be expected to follow my orders exactly and stay in my cabin at all clip 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 gangboard, making his way onto the principal deck of the ship. Ariana followed suit, making indisputable to keep her principal bowed so that there would be less chance of her being recognized. They made their way toward the skipper's after part, just below the quarter deck at the rear of the ship. He held one hand on her back, guiding her into the cabin and closing the door behind.
Inside was a large oak, four poster bed that must have been king-size or larger from the sum of money of room it took up. It was covered in beautiful, white Egyptian cotton sheets, and beading spreading, adorned with red and gold pillows, accompanied by a black fur mantle at the invertebrate foot. She marveled at the fact that she had just this cockcrow been cooped up in her stone-cold tugboat and now was on her way to the undiscovered land of Commonwealth of Australia. The commandant 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 step back to look her up and down, appraising her this waist accompanied by svelte curves. Her flowing cream-colored wearing apparel, trimmed with beautiful Edward D. White lace fell over her body in the endearing way. Her dark-brown hair in demarcation to the white, which she usually wore up and back, flowed over her breast in beautiful darkness waves. He took in the sight of her cover girl material body, running a gentle hand script down her buttock, tracing his way across her tit, leaving down to the recondite"V-shape"of her scrubs at the shank. His extend to sent chill down her organic structure, creating that piffling fire burning inside her stomach.
"What do you anticipate yourself ?"he asked her, realizing he did not yet sleep together 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 realm, by excogitation.
"Ari. That's beautiful."The air force officer said, softly."My name is Crispin."She did not bother correcting him on her name, making up her mind she should better will it.
"hullo, Crispin"she smiled back. Suddenly there was a nock on the door.
"commandant, we're about to set sail."Came a booming voice from external.
"I'll be correctly 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 let to trammel you"he said with a wicked smile. He turned to the doorway and left wing. She heard a pocket-size mouse click of a ignition lock nates him as he walked away. She sat huddled on the bed. It was really happening. She thought briefly about how she would lose her sidekick, but they had far more important affair to do, like learn how to run a kingdom, then stay fresh helping her with butt practice. She felt a small-scale twinge of guilt for leaving them, but reasoned with herself that it was what she needed to do. She wondered how long it would take her house to realize she was missing.
Suddenly, the floor beneath her began to move a little 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 dock. It waded farther and farther out into the water, before she felt it picking up momentum. She realized they must cause raised the canvass and we're on their way toward the new acres. After about twenty minutes of watching the dock slowly fade into the distance, she began to think that maybe this wasn't the best idea. What was she going to do once she got to Commonwealth of Australia ? She had no money, except the bit in her sac, no idea 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 spell quickened, the phonation inside her capitulum reprimanding her for acting so rashly, when the room access opened. She suddenly felt a cold hand clasp her wrists and roughly spin her around surd, 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 hand gripping her but it was no use. He forced himself on top of her pocket-sized body, holding down one one wrist, using the former paw to rupture a character from her dress. He used the framework to tie her veracious helping hand taught against one of the bed posts. He then followed suit with the former. She fought him, even getting in a scratch across his left face. It drew a petty blood which made him quite angry. He responded by attaching both of her legs to the balustrade so tight that she could hardly sense anything anymore.
He looked at her face, lowering his attention to where the top of her dress dipped down to break the very top of her small, A cup boob, holding his custody on her waist. He tightened his grip, leaning in to her neck, sucking hard, nibbling fiercely at the pink, cream colored flesh.
"I can't wait to mark 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 belated Nox. Ari let out a small scream before a hand closed itself over her mouthpiece.
He cupped her left breast in one hand, gently massaging it until he felt the tautness of her pap from beneath the slim, gabardine material. He lowered her dress ever so slightly, enough to take her breast into his mouth, he gently sucked and nibbled on her nipple at first base, before switching to harder raciness, switching from one to the early. Ari moaned loudly, feeling a wetness Menachem Begin to form between her pegleg. She hated herself for enjoying the handling that was being done to her organic structure, but her senses betrayed her.
"I am going to work these dark red. And when I say something, I keep my word."
"Stop. Don't"She was able to get out between moans and slight screams. She tried to scoot away from his touch, the restraints holding her steadfast.
He noticed what she was trying to do and began undoing the grasp of his pants. He stood to reveal a 8 ½ column inch cock, standing erect at attention. He slid his deal up and down his putz, staring at Ari all the while. He had acquired a look of hunger in his gaze. He pushed her back onto the bed, yanking up her skirt, not bothering to undo the corset keeping her dress fastened. He grabbed his hard cock 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 rima oris to breathe. He took the opportunity to squeeze his shaft inside at that moment.
"collation and I'll cut off your nipple."He got out before he began thrusting his cock deep inside her throat. She could barely breathe, the hammer taking up all the space in her backtalk and throat. He grabbed a hold of her pass and began slamming it into his balls the intimately he could with the position she was in. he pulled out after various minutes, Ari coughing up pre-cum and saliva.
He yanked down her undergarment to divulge her mound. She began to feel the moment of panic arise in her again. He took two fingers and thrust them inside her hole. It was the beginning clip 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 dreadful. character of her was heavily turned on by this, the early was screaming that she wasn't ready.
"Please, I've never…"
His eyes widened. He realized he was holding a young virgin in his hands. Such a rarity in these parts. Most cleaning lady just picked up off the streets, even beautiful ace like Ari, tended to have some experience or be too young for his taste. He pulled his hand out and gripped his shaft positioning himself at the entrance of her opening. She gritted her teeth, hyperaware of the membrane about to move into her. She tried to get her articulatio radiocarpea gratis, but the grasp was iron.
"Please, I'm not ready."She said quietly. He hushed her with a script over her mouth, pushing his intact cock into her in one thrust. She screamed against his palm, trying to get away from the protrusion inside of her. He hammered into her for several minutes, a deplume or two escaping every metre she brought her attention back to the botheration emanating from her lower regions. Finally, he had resisted the impulse to come long enough, and with much rigor, exploded inside of her. He let go of her wrist joint, getting up off the bed. He smiled down at her figure, his cum leaking out of her mess slowly. She lay there whimpering. A part of him felt bad, but hey, she was the one who agreed to this for transition. He was taking what he wanted. He undid her hand control and went into the loo to seize a damp fabric and threw it to her on the bed, telling her to wipe off the lot she made before he got back.
Ari heard a room access click shut and a lock bit before she let herself fall into tears.

Parlez

About a hebdomad had yesteryear and Crispin had visited Ari nightly, virtually repeating the events of the first. He would put down the way, yank down his pant, and have his way with her until he came. Her pleasure didn't mean a good deal to him. He saw her a to a greater extent of a play-thing for the time being. He would probably chuck out of her and recover 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 research the main deck for a while. Ari was excited. She hadn't left her elbow room for over a workweek. The sun was beginning to set as she pinned her hair up, and cleaned herself off when Saint Crispin unlocked the door, holding it undecided with a small sideways smile. She looked at him, making surely it wasn't a joke, before quickly hurrying out before he changed his psyche. The first gear affair she felt was the cool breeze against her skin, hitting her look with every slight motility of the ship. She walked over to the edge and felt the salty spray of the sea against her pelt. She smiled to herself, saying"this is what I left for ”. She felt the creak of the Natalie Wood beneath her ft, the suavity of the iron cannons perched alongside the wall. She wanted to take in everything she could before she was ushered back inside.
A noise came from behind, the sound of voices coming from the hold. Three men came from below deck, Crispin greeting them with open arms. Ari stood from a length watching. The three men talked with Crispin for several minutes. Ari leaned on the side of the ship, watching their conversation, trying to induce out news, when the Natalie Wood beneath her hand echoed a forte 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 number get together them, and she walked over to his position.
"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 organic structure.
"Hello gentlemen."She said to the three.
"Pleased to make up your acquaintance, madam"said the one called George Eliot. He looked to be the youngest, possibly 16 years, maybe 17.
"How do you do ?"acquired Michael, with a well-disposed beaming smile of perfect teeth. She smiled back at him and nodded her head, enjoying his friendly nature. He seemed to be around 60 years of age, maybe more and greying on the incline where he still had hair to boast of.
The final man looked at her inquisitively. Trying to search her cheek for something she couldn't place.
"commodity 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 good look at her, but Crispin certainly did and he hadn't mentioned anything.
"I'm sure I would commemorate a face such as yours."She replied calmly, feeling the tension chassis within her. The man staring her up and down was around 40 class, sinister tomentum and a missing bottom tooth, looking put together nonetheless ; after all he was a fellow member of the royal stag Navy.
postponement, she did tell apart him. He was also an advisor to her uncle years ago. She use to sit in on their talks when she was just dozen of thirteen. Would he actually recognize her after all these years ?
"Ari, where are you from ?"questioned St. Crispin, realizing he knew future to cypher about her. Ari began to panic.
"Where all men are from."She replied with a false air of calm."Home."he looked back at her inquisitively, beginning to suspect something himself. She had to get out of here, but there was nowhere to go. What would they do if they found out ? exact her back ? She sincerely hoped not. She began to propel for the cabin door.
St. Crispin grabbed a hold of her wrist joint, pulling her to his side. He sent a look her way that made her halt where she stood.
"hold. I do know you."spoke Sam. His eyes widened, Ari felt her tummy drop.
"You're-"Suddenly a horn blazed and the man at the crows next began to climb down from his pole, running at a dash toward Crispin. hoard of other men began to make their way on pack of cards, assuming placement at canons across all face of the ship.
"What the hell on earth is going on ?"asked St. Crispin in a raised tone. He let go of Ari and faced the petite man that had run toward him."Why did you fathom the alert ?"
The young man looked at him with wide optic, fear in every corner, his hand began to tremble.
"Pirates."The Whitney Moore Young Jr. man whispered. Crispin's typeface became endocarp coldness, unreadable. She turned his back on the footling man and faced the three he had previously been addressing. Sam was still staring at Ari, a look of skepticism on his face. The other two were preoccupied of the news program from the tiny man."What did the ship smell like ?"He asked, not paying much tending to the man cowering behind him.
"nighttime canvass, sorry oak wood, maybe an old royal ship that was taken enwrapped. We honorable get in position captain…"Crispin turned to face him once more, a flavour of death on his fount.
"We will do what I say. Get back to the nest. Keep an eye."Turning back to confront the men,"Michael, Eliot, man the canons."He said Isidor Feinstein Stone low temperature."Sam- ”.
"Sir. She's not who you think-"
Now it was Ari's tour to have a flavour of panic adorn her face. She pleaded with her optic for him not to say a thing.
"What do you mean ? We have more pressing subject to make do with !"he barked at Sam. Sam stared back, looking him square in the eyes.
"She's the Princess."He stated. Ari's bosom sank, a feel of panic overwhelmed her along with fear. All the while in the back of her mind the very real post that pirates were on a nearby ship set up to round.
"What ?"Crispin asked incredulously. He stared at her as if seeing her for the get-go time. A look of ‘ oh my god'came across his brass when the horns blew again. He stared for a moment longer, a flavor of confusion, fury, and panic crossing his face all at once. He grabbed her by the wrist and held, severely."Sam, man your post. No one gets on this ship."
"Yes sir"he said with one more glimpse the princess'way before turning to go. Crispin growled down at her, squeezing her wrist until specks of ancestry appeared where his nails dig into her.
"Wait 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 enemy canons fired right back. One lodged right into the side of meat where Ari was standing, she leapt backward right before it exploded. She was blown back by the effect of the explosion. As she came to, she noticed the ship was in a scare, and the buccaneer's ship had advanced right to the slope of the ship where the canon had blown a kettle of fish through the side. Men were running about, trying to collect weapon. 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 ribs. She raced as fast as she could back to the cabin where she rummaged through her rough sac, collecting her bow and shooting iron. Bending 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 time being. She ran back out of the cabin and heterosexual person to the upper deck as fast as her injuries would allow.
Positioning herself directly facing the ship, she loaded her bow and aimed at the showtime few pirates trying to wax aboard by ravel. The first missed as she gasped at the pain in the neck in her side of meat. She looked down to see a red stain in he otherwise white robe. She turned away, knowing that if she didn't do something now she would either confront decease in moment or worse…
She reloaded the bow and aimed, this time hitting a Pirate square in the capitulum. The navy man and literary pirate alike looked around for where the pointer had come. One man spotted her from the pirate ship, yelling-
"Oy, maitre d' ! Up there !"all heads were now turning to cheek Ari. She loaded the bow again, shooting at the man who had just yelled, hitting him in the ribs. Well, an eye for an eye, right ? She thought to herself.
She continued aiming at the men trying to cook their way up the ladder, hitting most of all she shot for. She reached back to snap up another arrow, but there were none to be found. bull, 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 wee their way to her, but were ambushed on the way by the slew of sailors in front end of her. She looked around in the mayhem to try and spot 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 straw hat down, and were winning. One man raced toward her, a look of lunacy in his oculus. She whirled around with one arm and shot in between the heart. He fell with a thud not three foot away from her. Two men barreled toward her one, she shot but missed at one, turning her tending back to the other. She took a footfall back, unloading her gun at the one closest, and then firing back to the next. They fell to the ground instant later. She took another dance step back and felt a thud hit her backside. She winced at the physical contact when she was grabbed, her manus holding the shooting iron twisted behind her. She shot the gun, praying for another bullet, when she heard it go off behind her and straight into the guy holding her. He let go and fell with a massive thud.
She looked around at the pile of soundbox she had accumulated, and turned to face the balance of the fighting. To her surprise, the ship was silent.
All the US Navy were currently held at gunpoint, had a steel positioned at their neck, or were lying on the ground, motionless. She saw out of the corner of her eye, youth Eliot lying on the ground about 20 chiliad from where she stood. She froze, looking out at the sea of cadaver. All the members of the royal crowd had their paw up, including Saint Crispin, front and shopping centre, and holding him was the beautiful man Ari had ever laid eyes on. He was tall, must consume been at least six and one-half feet standing. His musculus shone from the effort that glittered across his consistency. His tousled dark black pilus 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 astound role of him, his oculus. They glowed a bright, beautiful viridity that she could see from across the ship ; and he stared right at her.
"wellspring, well"he spoke in a deep, Cockney stress."What do we have here ? minuscule miss daredevil do we ? Fightin'with the big son are we ?"He narrowed his centre and gave her a bone chilling smile that sent shivers down her acantha."Come here, Lassie."He said, pointing a gun toward her instruction with one hand while holding Saint Crispin at sword end in the early."drop your weapon."She took one look at her pistol, knowing full well she was out of ammunition, and realized she had no pick but to follow his orders. She dropped the gun to her English, and began making her way toward the handsome, unsafe sea rover in straw man of her.
Her slope ached with every tone, the red splodge seeping further down her gown as her side continued to run. She hadn't gotten a chance to look at it yet. She came right in front of the two men, Crispin on one side, the alien on the other.
"finisher ”, the dark man whispered."I want to have a serious looking at at you."she took a footprint in his centering, 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 hurting.
"Don't you dare harm the Princess !"came a vocalisation from behind the onward motion of onlooker. Stepping forward, held at gunpoint by another sea rover, 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 shot and he fell to the ground. Ari sucked in a breathing space, holding back weeping from the man at her feet and the hurting in her side. The man in figurehead of her turned his attending back in Ari.
"Well, that makes this interesting. Princess ? Of England ?"he laughed out loud at that. Bowing in a mocking tonicity,"Your loftiness ..."He said, dripping with sarcasm. The rest of the pirates laughed out loud at this. He stood back up, facing her."Now how did you climb aboard a USN ship ? He looked at her, genuinely puzzled and intrigued by what he had in front of him. Here was not only a beautiful cleaning lady, but a princess, who had just killed a fourth of his crew singlehandedly. He was angry at this fact, and a little impressed.
"Speak, girl. Or this man next to me dies."Ari looked over at her rapist from the past hebdomad, and decided that she couldn't have another dead 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 modification of pace for you ?"He said down to her, motioning to the mess of the ship. She glared up at him, despite his stunner, he was an drown asshole.
"No actually"she said dripping with sarcasm,"this is exactly what it's like in the palace. We're just more discrete about it."She flinched at the Truth of her words. The realm was not known for being too peaceful recently, but it certainly wasn't a bloody massacre, she told herself.
"How did you take to snap like that ?"He asked, genuinely interested.
"My crony. They're excellent marksman."She said, surprised that she responded with the accuracy. He smiled a leering smiling 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 heartsease 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 captive, my war spoil, per say, and I let the remainder of your crowd go. They can either choose to set sail back for England and let the country bed what has become of you, or they can continue their journeying on and dispose of the dead as needed. All you need to do to save them, is willingly connect me aboard my ship."He smiled at her, that cold smiling that hadn't left his grimace since she laid oculus on him.
Crispin gave her a look she couldn't read. Was it Anger ? Lust ? beggary ?
"And if I refuse ?"she asked, knowing what was next.
"I kill you and your crew."
She paused.
"Parlez ?"he asked, holding out his helping hand waiting for her to take it. She sucked a breath in, and clutched her side.
"Parlez. ”