Note to referee ; This workplace is copy-write 2016
All of the issue in this story are based in fable
If you are looking for a quick read, straight to the compass point, this is not for you. It has a tale line with scenes ranging from mild to graphic throughout

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

1812- The Indian Ocean

foreword

On a fall day in late September, one of England's purple ships,"The Voyager ”, sent out on a trip to Australia. The royal stag courtroom had collected a myriad of boater, slaves, craftsmen, and entertainers to use up the voyager and colonize the new soil. Among them, was Ariana.
As the princess of world-beater George II, Ariana was always a malcontent girl. She would sneak out of the castle late at Nox to train in Archery with her chum, Nikoli and Geoffrey. She showed a great chemical attraction for shooting iron shooting, and regularly practiced on targets in the nearby woods of the castle. Those were her favorite Day, the ones where she could get out down the vine that crept from her third base floor window into the book binding gardens. She would wax down the creepers, making for sure that no one saw her, and escape in the shade of the willow tree trees out back. With her, she would bring a bow to exercise with, and side arm in cause she was to be assaulted. The woods were no place for a woman, let alone royalty.
The low meter 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, lecturing her on how a young cleaning woman was reckon to act. Once they got to his chamber, he told her to put her hired hand on the table and turn around. Ariana put her hands down on the desk and heard her uncle rummaging around for something. She turned around for a split arcsecond when a cane came down hard on her tender bottom. 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 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 business leader about your midnight adventure."She hesitated, trying to pull together her thoughts."What do you say ?"he asked. She half heartedly tried to get out from underneath his grip, but with met with him tightening his bag.
"Yes"she grunted out.
"No, no. We say, Yes Sir."He whispered.
"Yes Sir."
"Good."She felt the cane come down hard on her derriere, and counted a"one ”. By the time he had reached"10"she was sure enough 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 years later, at the age of 19, Ariana detested the life of royal line and bid every day that she would have the freedom her sidekick's wielded on a daily basis. The life of a princess was one of a caged fauna, being lead around by fulgid diamond collars and following command after command. She knew her life as a trophy would never quit 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 former maiden over. Her ladies in waiting doted on her day and night, showering her with compliments on her long, chestnut brownish whisker that shone red in the spark. Her senior high jugal bone were the envy of all women in the realm, not to note her dark brown eye, seeming fairy-like, that took up a large dowery of her human face. She was regularly stared at by the Edward Young men at royal balls, her curvy hips and humble shank attracting stares from every angle while she swayed to the music.
It was one afternoon when intelligence about the tripper to Australia came into her self-control. Her ladies in waiting had been gossiping about it all afternoon. While her handmaiden, Eva, laced up her stays, Ariana felt it was meter to know what the news was.
"What has everybody been whispering about, Eva ?"her maid shifted, not knowing whether she should share the information she knew.
"goose egg, your highness."Ariana grew more stir, she wanted to get down to the tail end of what they were talking about."Eva, tell me or I'll study you to the High Court."“ Okay your loftiness, but it didn't semen from me. The purple tourist court is sending a ship to Commonwealth of Australia so they can colonize the new land. Apparently the ship leaves tonight. It's a clandestine mission, we are not supposed to know about it but the guards caught wind while two man spoke of it in the loo."
This is so shake, Arianna thought. This might be my one chance to see another world. Her handmade helped her finis getting fix 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 humble rucksack and packed the things she knew she would need for such a prospicient journey. She gathered a set of pants from her brother's clothes, her unmentionable, a compass, and the gang she was given at parturition. It was a small topaz ring embellished with four miniscule diamond at each corner, she brought it with her everywhere she went. On the interior of the ring was engraved her family top, and initials.
About two time of day passed and Ariana decided it was time to try to sneak out. She didn't know what clock time the boat would be leaving and wanted to get on it as soon as possible. She went over to the 3rd level window with knapsack in bridge player and begin to hit her way down the creeping vines. She checks to make sure that nobody was around the palace gardens, and reached the undercoat. One last look it was time to go, she ran into the woods knowing that about a half Swedish mile due north was where the shipyard was. She retrieved her orbit and began making her way north.

The Shipyard

The clanging in clattering of the sails of the ships could be heard even from the distance. Ariana hid behind a bridge circuit that led from the Grant Wood into the shipyard, Careful that nonentity noticed to she was. She saw the ship with side flags attached to the dock, and six great Caucasian cruise. On front front man of the ship was a brass that read"The Voyager"in vauntingly gold-leaf alphabetic character. She saw crowd of men loading supply and striver onto the ship. The only women she could see boarding the ship were the hard worker. This would be harder than she thought.
The crew continued to go about their business concern, and she decided to try and strike nigh, figuring no one would see her in the mayhem of the load-in scene. She crept forward, creeping through the jungle of bbl and crates, trying to find an curtain raising to get on circuit card. Suddenly a hard yank met her from behind the neck, pulling upward on her long embrown ringlet.
"What do you think you're doing, petty girl ?"came the mysterious voice from behind her.
"None of your business, poor devil. Let go of me this instant."Her watchword came out far more positive than she felt. The man in inquiry turned her around and held her steadfast. She was facing one of the guards of the ship. Shit.
"I asked you a question, lady. You have no business being in a man's territory. Trying to get a look at the ship are you ? I saw that look in your centre, looking for trouble is what it is."
She glared at him harshly, she wanted to spit on him for his condescending nature, but decided she was dying to get aboard the ship, and this may be just the opportunity she needed.
"What would it take a Young gentlewoman for passage to Australia ?"she boldly asked. His eyes widened. He was obviously taken by her retort, not expecting a adult female to want transit on such a grave journeying.
"No women 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 royal house 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 possess if she be taken back to the palace. She was already well past the age of marriage, and her father had a line of wooer, many of them far older than she, waiting for her hand any day now. Once the decision was made she would never be let absolve. This was her one chance.
"I'm taking you to the police."He stated roughly. He began to drag her roughly by the hair, and she fought against him, hard.
"Get off ! I'm getting on this ship !"She kicked out, hard. Her animal foot connected with one of his calves and brought a vex grunt from the man.
"You short dirt !"He barked at her. She continued to fight back hard against him, when another man walked up to the scene. The man holding her quickly yanked her up, standing to aid for the man in front end of them. Ariana was still fighting against the hold on her when she felt a heavily jab to her slope from the guard. She ceased her battle and raised her eyes to meet a distich of sparkling blueness ones staring back at her. The man who had walked up to the couplet had foresightful blonde pilus, tired back into a pony tail and an gymnastic frame, concealed under royal stag dress. His jawbone was sharp-worded, in a diffused and better-looking manner. He stood at roughly 6'2 ”, almost an intact foot over her 5'4"frame. He stared down at her, a small grin creasing his grimace.
"C-Commander."Sputtered the sentry go next to her."This gentlewoman was trying to snarf aboard your ship."The commander in interrogative looked Ariana up and down, appraising her with his ocean-blue eyes.
"Let her go. Leave us be."The guard looked at the air force officer incredulously, but knew well not to disregard a direct ordination. He roughly let go of Ariana's pilus, and scuttled away, lifting the beginnings of a worry she had been feeling from the unwanted contact.
"Why do you passage so desperately ? Are you a con ?"asked the blonde man.
"What does it matter to you ?"She barked back.
"Well, I am the captain of this ship, and I just saved your ass from imprisonment. So that's two reasons. But I don't really give care why, all that much."She looked at him with a surprised formula. She was staring at the maitre d'hotel of"The Voyager"? he couldn't have exceeded 28 age of age."You want transit 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 adult female. Specifically, a charwoman to replete 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"satiate his need ”. She had heard tales of the maiden'wild dangerous undertaking with men across the body politic, but had never shared even a candy kiss with one herself. It was her job as a princess to be untouched for matrimony. If she had been, she would be deemed un-worthy for a man of royalty. Secretly, she would impact herself under the cover of darkness in her private quarters. She had felt the insatiable need to be touched since the age of fourteen. She would rub herself to orgasm almost nightly, but was never fully satisfied. She thought for a consequence of this man's fling, and realized that if she went with him, she would probably never be deemed seize for wedding anyway. Why not just take aim it ?
"Ok."She said. He looked surprise that she had consented to his offer, but nonetheless excited. His smile spread into a grin.
"Understand you will be expected to keep up my rules of order exactly and abide in my cabin at all times unless otherwise instructed."
"Understood."
"Alright then. Follow me."

The Cabin

He turned his vertebral column and began to lead the way onto the ship. He walked past the crew, up the gangboard, making his way onto the main deck of the ship. Ariana followed case, making trusted to keep her psyche bowed so that there would be less chance of her being recognized. They made their way toward the maitre d''s quarters, 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 declamatory oak, four poster bed that must sustain been king-sized or orotund from the amount of room it took up. It was covered in beautiful, gabardine Egyptian cotton fiber plane, and drop spread, adorned with red and atomic number 79 pillows, accompanied by a smuggled fur blanket at the foot. She marveled at the fact that she had just this morning been cooped up in her stone-cold tower and now was on her way to the undiscovered solid ground of Australia. The commander wrapped his digit around her berm and moved Ariana to face him. She stood in straw man of him, not knowing quite what to say or do. He took a measure back to look her up and down, appraising her this waist accompanied by svelte breaking ball. Her flowing creamy-colored frock, trimmed with beautiful E. B. White lace fell over her consistence in the loveliest way. Her brown haircloth in contrast to the flannel, which she usually wore up and back, flowed over her breasts in beautiful dark wafture. He took in the view of her pin-up frame, running a gruntle hand hand down her cheek, tracing his way across her titty, leaving down to the deep"V-shape"of her gown at the waist. His touch sent tingle down her eubstance, creating that niggling fire burning inside her stomach.
"What do you address 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 kingdom, by purpose.
"Ari. That's beautiful."The Commander said, softly."My name is Crispin."She did not bother correcting him on her name, making up her mind she should better leave it.
"Hello, Crispin"she smiled back. Suddenly there was a nock on the door.
"Commander, we're about to set sail."Came a din interpreter from away.
"I'll be right on back."He said with a minuscule grinning."Don't move."He looked at Ari sternly, and picked her up, placing her on the bed."I don't want to throw to restrain you"he said with a mischievous smile. He turned to the room access and left. She heard a small click of a lock behind him as he walked away. She sat huddled on the bed. It was really happening. She thought briefly about how she would lose her brothers, but they had far more important things to do, like check how to run a kingdom, then continue helping her with target practice. She felt a small 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 family to realize she was missing.
Suddenly, the trading floor beneath her began to travel a small bit, and she realized she was moving. Ari ran to the humble porthole window against the far wall, watching as the ship departed from the docks. It waded farther and farther out into the water, before she felt it picking up momentum. She realized they must take raised the sails and we're on their way toward the new land. After about twenty minutes of watching the loading dock slowly fade into the space, she began to cogitate that maybe this wasn't the best musical theme. What was she going to do once she got to Australia ? She had no money, except the bit in her sack, no idea of what she was getting into, what it would be like. What if she was cast away with the hard worker ? She began to panic, her breathing place quickened, the vocalisation inside her head reprimanding her for acting so rashly, when the doorway opened. She suddenly felt a cold mitt clasp her carpus and roughly spun her around surd, looking into her eye with a inhuman verbal 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 small eubstance, holding down one one radiocarpal joint, using the early hand to pluck a part from her dress. He used the material to tie her right-hand hand taught against one of the bed posts. He then followed suit with the other. She fought him, even getting in a scratch across his left nerve. It drew a trivial blood which made him quite angry. He responded by attaching both of her legs to the banisters so fuddled that she could hardly feel anything anymore.
He looked at her face, lowering his attending to where the top of her frock dipped down to expose the very top of her modest, A cup tit, holding his manpower on her waist. He tightened his grip, leaning in to her neck, sucking toilsome, nibbling fiercely at the pink, cream colored flesh.
"I can't delay to check off up this body of yours…"He leered. Ari began to panic. This was not the passionateness filled romantic fib shared by her maid over tea and tardily nighttime. Ari let out a minor riot before a hand closed itself over her sassing.
He cupped her left breast in one hand, gently massaging it until he felt the tenseness of her tit from beneath the thin, E. B. White fabric. He lowered her wearing apparel ever so slightly, enough to play her breast into his mouth, he gently sucked and nibbled on her nipple at low, before switching to harder snack, switching from one to the other. Ari moaned loudly, feeling a wetness begin to spring between her legs. She hated herself for enjoying the treatment that was being done to her organic structure, but her skunk betrayed her.
"I am going to turn these dark red. And when I say something, I keep my word."
"halt. Don't"She was able-bodied to get out between groan and piddling howler. She tried to scoot away from his touch, the constraint 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 hand up and down his tool, staring at Ari all the while. He had acquired a look of hunger in his regard. 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 peter in one deal and her mouthpiece in the other.
"open air up"he said. She refused, and she she wouldn't obey, he held her nozzle closed until she was forced to open her sass to breathe. He took the chance to shove his putz interior at that moment.
"insect bite and I'll cut off your nipple."He got out before he began thrusting his stopcock deep inside her throat. She could barely breathe, the putz taking up all the outer space in her mouth and throat. He grabbed a hold of her head and began slamming it into his balls the dependable he could with the position she was in. he pulled out after several min, Ari coughing up pre-cum and saliva.
He yanked down her undergarment to reveal her hillock. She began to palpate the moment of panic arise in her again. He took two finger's breadth and stuff them inside her hole. It was the showtime fourth dimension 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 painful. division 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 Brigham Young Virgin in his manpower. Such a oddity in these role. Most women just picked up off the streets, even beautiful ones like Ari, tended to have got some experience or be too young for his taste. He pulled his hand out and gripped his shaft positioning himself at the incoming of her opening. She gritted her dentition, hyperaware of the membrane about to enter her. She tried to get her articulatio radiocarpea free, but the grip was iron.
"Please, I'm not ready."She said quietly. He hushed her with a hand over her mouth, pushing his full hammer into her in one poking. She screamed against his palm, trying to get away from the protrusion inside of her. He hammered into her for several minutes, a tear or two escaping every fourth dimension she brought her care back to the annoyance emanating from her lower area. Finally, he had resisted the impulse to come long enough, and with much inclemency, exploded inside of her. He let go of her wrist, getting up off the bed. He smiled down at her figure, his cum leaking out of her hole slowly. She lay there whimpering. A percentage of him felt bad, but hey, she was the one who agreed to this for passing. He was taking what he wanted. He undid her hand restraints and went into the loo to grab a damp cloth and threw it to her on the bed, telling her to pass over off the flock she made before he got back.
Ari heard a door click shut and a lock turn before she let herself accrue into teardrop.

Parlez

About a week had yesteryear and Crispin had visited Ari nightly, virtually repeating the events of the first base. He would enter the room, yank down his pant, and let his way with her until he came. Her joy didn't mean much to him. He saw her a to a greater extent of a play-thing for the metre being. He would probably cast out of her and find oneself a new one once they reached shore. He didn't understand why she was so loth, hadn't she known what she was getting herself into ?
It was one even when Crispin decided to let Ari out and explore the master deck of cards for a spell. Ari was excited. She hadn't left her way for over a week. The sun was beginning to set as she pinned her hair up, and cleaned herself off when Crispin unlocked the door, holding it candid with a minor sideways smile. She looked at him, making certainly it wasn't a joke, before quickly hurrying out before he changed his intellect. The beginning thing she felt was the poise gentle wind against her skin, hitting her nerve with every slight movement of the ship. She walked over to the edge and felt the salty atomizer of the sea against her skin. She smiled to herself, saying"this is what I left for ”. She felt the creak of the Grant Wood beneath her feet, the smoothness of the iron shank perched alongside the wall. She wanted to take in everything she could before she was ushered back inside.
A randomness came from behind, the phone of spokesperson coming from the grip. Three men came from below deck, Crispin greeting them with open weapons system. Ari stood from a space observance. The three men talked with Saint Crispin for respective minutes. Ari leaned on the side of the ship, watching their conversation, trying to make out Holy Writ, when the wood beneath her hand echoed a flash narrow escape and the men turned their attention on her. The three men looked intrigued, apparently not having known she was on dining table. Crispin motioned for Ari to hail join them, and she walked over to his side.
"valet, this is Ari. She is my guest for the voyage. Ari, this is Sam, Eliot, and Michael."The three men glanced at her, admiring her face in the setting sunlight along with the curvature of her dead body.
"howdy gentlemen."She said to the three.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance, dame"said the one called Thomas Stearns Eliot. He looked to be the immature, 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 brain, enjoying his well-disposed nature. He seemed to be around 60 years of age, maybe more and greying on the sides where he still had hair to boast of.
The terminal man looked at her inquisitively. Trying to search her face for something she couldn't place.
"trade good evening, Ari."said the man, Sam."Pardon me, but you look very familiar…"Ari felt a tightening in her breadbasket, he couldn't know who she was, no one she had passed old had recognized her. Given, they didn't get a full look at her, but Saint Crispin certainly did and he hadn't mentioned anything.
"I'm surely I would recall a face such as yours."She replied calmly, feeling the tension bod within her. The man staring her up and down was around 40 geezerhood, contraband hair and a missing undersurface tooth, looking put together nonetheless ; after all he was a member of the royal stag navy.
Wait, she did agnise him. He was also an advisor to her uncle years ago. She use to sit in on their talks when she was just XII of 13. Would he actually make 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 traitorously 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 ? Take her cover ? She sincerely hoped not. She began to incite for the cabin door.
Crispin grabbed a hold of her radiocarpal joint, pulling her to his incline. He sent a look her way that made her freeze where she stood.
"Wait. I do sleep with you."spoke Sam. His eye widened, Ari felt her venter drop.
"You're-"Suddenly a horn blazed and the man at the crow next began to climb down from his rod, running at a sprint toward Crispin. hoard of other men began to make their way on pack of cards, assuming positions at canon across all face of the ship.
"What the hell is going on ?"asked Saint Crispin in a call down feel. He let go of Ari and faced the tiny man that had run toward him."Why did you voice the alarm ?"
The Thomas Young man looked at him with all-embracing middle, fear in every corner, his bridge player began to tremble.
"Pirates."The young man whispered. Saint Crispin's face became rock common cold, 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 unbelief on his face. The former two were preoccupied of the newsworthiness from the tiny man."What did the ship look like ?"He asked, not paying a great deal attending to the man cowering behind him.
"Dark cruise, dark oak Natalie 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 face of demise on his brass.
"We will do what I say. Get back to the nest. Keep an eye."Turning back to present the men,"Michael, Eliot, man the canons."He said stone frigidity."Sam- ”.
"Sir. She's not who you think-"
Now it was Ari's tour to take a look of panic adorn her face. She pleaded with her center for him not to say a matter.
"What do you imply ? We have more compact topic to deal with !"he barked at Sam. Sam stared back, looking him square in the eyes.
"She's the Princess."He stated. Ari's heart sank, a flavour of scare overwhelmed her along with fear. All the piece in the dorsum of her mind the very substantial state of affairs that pirates were on a nearby ship prepare to round.
"What ?"Crispin asked incredulously. He stared at her as if seeing her for the first time. A look of ‘ oh my god'came across his face when the horns blew again. He stared for a present moment longer, a look of confusion, fury, and terror crossing his case all at once. He grabbed her by the wrist and held, grueling."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 articulatio radiocarpea until corpuscle of blood line appeared where his boom dig into her.
"Wait here. We're taking you home."He turned toward the front of the ship, facing his men.
"Aim canons ! Ready ! fervor !"He shouted. The canons deployed but not before the enemy canon fired right on back. One lodged right into the side where Ari was standing, she leapt backward right wing 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's ship had advanced right to the slope of the ship where the canon had blown a hole through the side. Men were running about, trying to collect artillery. She realized what she had to do. She gingerly got up, clutching her side where she had been thrown back, hoping that there were no broken ribs. She raced as fast as she could endorse to the cabin where she rummaged through her uncut sack, collecting her bow and handgun. bend over was difficult to say the least, she let out a yelp when she knelt to pick up the weapons, but had to cut it for the metre being. She ran back out of the cabin and straight to the upper deck as fast as her injuries would allow.
Positioning herself directly facing the ship, she loaded her bow and aimed at the commencement few pirates trying to climb 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 bloodless 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 Panama and pirates alike looked around for where the pointer had come. One man spotted her from the pirate ship, yelling-
"Oy, 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. wellspring, an eye for an eye, right ? She thought to herself.
She continued aiming at the men trying to score their way up the ladder, hitting most 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 ca-ca their way to her, but were ambushed on the way by the good deal of straw hat in front of her. She looked around in the mayhem to try and make out 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 sailor down, and were winning. One man raced toward her, a look of craziness in his eyes. She whirled around with one arm and shooting in between the eyes. He fell with a thud not three feet away from her. Two men barreled toward her one, she shot but missed at one, turning her attending 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 footing bit later. She took another step back and felt a thud hit her butt. She winced at the contact when she was snap up, her hand holding the side arm twisted behind her. She shot the gun, praying for another fastball, 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 bodies she had accumulated, and turned to face the rest of the fighting. To her surprise, the ship was silent.
All the USN were currently held at point, had a sword positioned at their neck, or were lying on the solid ground, motionless. She saw out of the corner of her eye, Whitney Young Eliot lying on the basis about 20 grounds from where she stood. She froze, looking out at the sea of corpses. All the phallus of the royal crew had their hands up, including Crispin, social movement and heart, and holding him was the beautiful man Ari had ever laid center on. He was tall, must have been at to the lowest degree six and half foundation standing. His muscles shone from the stew that glittered across his dead body. His tousled dark black tomentum was tossed in every direction from the sea breeze. His jaw was carved from marble, as was his taught stomach that she could see from the gap in his shirt. But the most astounding part of him, his eyes. They glowed a lustrous, beautiful greenness that she could see from across the ship ; and he stared right at her.
"wellspring, well"he spoke in a deep, cockney emphasis."What do we have here ? Little miss swashbuckler do we ? Fightin'with the big boys are we ?"He narrowed his middle and gave her a bone chilling grin that sent shiver down her backbone."semen here, Lassie."He said, pointing a gun toward her direction with one hand while holding Crispin at blade end in the other."Drop your weapon."She took one look at her side arm, knowing total well she was out of ammo, and realized she had no alternative but to keep up his orders. She dropped the gun to her side, and began making her way toward the handsome, life-threatening literary pirate in front of her.
Her side ached with every stair, the red splotch seeping further down her gown as her side continued to shed blood. She hadn't gotten a chance to appear at it yet. She came right in front of the two men, St. Crispin on one side of meat, the unknown on the former.
"Closer ”, the sinister man whispered."I want to ingest a good look at you."she took a step in his direction, positioning herself directly in presence of him. He looked her up and down, running the cold alloy of the gun up and down her consistence. He pressed it firmly into the English where she had been injured, producing an outbound cry from Ari, making her double over in annoyance.
"Don't you dare harm the Princess !"came a voice from behind the advance of onlooker. Stepping forward, held at gunpoint by another sea robber, was Sam. Ari looked him in the eye, realizing he may have just risked his life in an movement to protect her, when a gun shot and he fell to the solid ground. Ari sucked in a breath, holding back tears from the man at her feet and the annoyance in her slope. The man in front of her turned his aid back in Ari.
"Well, that makes this worry. Princess ? Of England ?"he laughed out loud at that. Bowing in a mocking look,"Your highness ..."He said, dripping with irony. The rest of the pirates laughed out loud at this. He stood back up, facing her."Now how did you mount aboard a navy ship ? He looked at her, genuinely puzzled and intrigued by what he had in front of him. Here was not only a beautiful woman, but a princess, who had just killed a twenty-five percent of his crowd singlehandedly. He was angry at this fact, and a little impress.
"Speak, young lady. Or this man next to me dies."Ari looked over at her rapist from the past week, and decided that she couldn't have another body on her conscience.
"I needed a variety of pace."She said sardonically. The young man grinned, and chuckled at this.
"wellspring, was this a alteration of pace for you ?"He said down to her, motioning to the passel of the ship. She glared up at him, despite his beauty, he was an overmaster asshole.
"No actually"she said dripping with caustic remark,"this is exactly what it's like in the castle. We're just more distinct about it."She flinched at the truth of her word. The kingdom was not known for being too passive recently, but it certainly wasn't a bloody carnage, she told herself.
"How did you get a line to burgeon forth like that ?"He asked, genuinely interest.
"My brothers. They're excellent marksman."She said, surprised that she responded with the true statement. He smiled a leering smile at her, as if he had an idea forming in his head.
"Parlez."He said, grinning at her. She looked at him inquisitively.
"Parlez ?"
"I want to provide you a peace accord. Under my full term, 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 choose to set sail back for England and let the country do it what has become of you, or they can continue their journeying on and toss away of the utter as needed. All you need to do to save them, is willingly link up me aboard my ship."He smiled at her, that common cold smile that hadn't left his look since she laid eyes on him.
Crispin gave her a tone she couldn't read. Was it ire ? Lust ? Begging ?
"And if I refuse ?"she asked, knowing what was succeeding.
"I kill you and your crew."
She paused.
"Parlez ?"he asked, holding out his hired hand waiting for her to take it. She sucked a breath in, and clutched her slope.
"Parlez. ”