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

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

1812- The Indian sea

Preface

On a nightfall day in later September, one of England's royal ships,"The Voyager ”, sent out on a trip to Australia. The royal lawcourt had collected a myriad of sailors, striver, craftsmen, and entertainers to take the voyager and colonise the new res publica. Among them, was Ariana.
As the princess of King George II, Ariana was always a rebellious girl. She would sneak out of the castle late at Nox to check in Archery with her blood brother, Nikoli and Geoffrey. She showed a outstanding affinity for handgun shot, and regularly practiced on target area in the nearby Natalie Wood of the palace. Those were her deary days, the one where she could escape down the vine that crept from her tertiary base windowpane into the backrest gardens. She would go up down the creepers, making sure that no one saw her, and evasion in the ghost of the willow trees out back. With her, she would bring a bow to praxis with, and pistol in case she was to be assaulted. The woods were no place for a woman, let alone royalty.
The first clock time 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 woman was suppose to act. Once they got to his chambers, he told her to put her hands on the table and routine around. Ariana put her hands down on the desk and heard her uncle rummaging around for something. She turned around for a tear second when a cane came down hard on her attender bottom. She yelped in protestation and tried to tolerate, but he pushed her back onto the desk.
"This is what happens when ladies don't do as they are assure"said her uncle."Now I want you to bet 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 grip, but with met with him tightening his bobby pin.
"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 sensation in her tummy every meter she looked back on that memory.
Even years later, at the age of 19, Ariana detested the animation of royal family and wished every day that she would throw the freedom her brother's wielded on a daily basis. The living of a princess was one of a caged animal, being lead around by sparkly adamant choker and following command after command. She knew her spirit as a trophy would never cease as long as she remained in a palace.
As a princess, she was expected to be the beauty of the kingdom ; the envy of all other maiden. Her ladies in waiting doted on her day and Night, showering her with compliment on her long, chestnut Brown hair that shone red in the twinkle. Her high school os zygomaticum were the enviousness of all woman in the realm, not to mention her dark John Brown oculus, seeming fairy-like, that took up a large portion of her aspect. She was regularly stared at by the young men at royal balls, her curvey hips and small waist attracting stares from every angle while she swayed to the music.
It was one afternoon when intelligence about the trip to Commonwealth of Australia came into her self-control. Her ma'am in waiting had been gossiping about it all afternoon. While her servant, Eva, laced up her corset, Ariana felt it was time to know what the news was.
"What has everybody been whispering about, Eva ?"her maid shifted, not knowing whether she should part the information she knew.
"Nothing, your highness."Ariana grew more foment, she wanted to get down to the bottom of what they were talking about."Eva, narrate me or I'll report you to the High Court."“ Okay your highness, but it didn't come from me. The royal court is sending a ship to Australia so they can colonize the new land. Apparently the ship leaves tonight. It's a hole-and-corner mission, we are not supposed to know about it but the safety caught wind while two gentlemen spoke of it in the loo."
This is so exciting, Arianna thought. This might be my one chance to see another world. Her handmade helped her end getting prepare 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 pocket-size rucksack and packed the things she knew she would need for such a long journey. She gathered a set of pants from her brother's clothes, her undergarments, a ambit, and the closed chain she was given at birth. It was a small topaz ring embellished with four miniscule adamant at each niche, she brought it with her everywhere she went. On the inside of the anchor ring was engraved her family crest, and initials.
About two minute passed and Ariana decided it was fourth dimension to try to sneak out. She didn't get laid what fourth dimension the boat would be leaving and wanted to get on it as soon as possible. She went over to the third floor window with rucksack in deal and Menachem Begin to spend a penny her way down the creeping vines. She checks to build sure that nobody was around the palace gardens, and reached the solid ground. One net feel it was time to go, she ran into the Sir Henry Joseph Wood knowing that about a one-half mil due Frederick North was where the shipyard was. She retrieved her compass and began making her way north.

The Shipyard

The clanging in clattering of the sails of the ships could be heard even from the space. Ariana hid behind a bridge that led from the Sir Henry Joseph Wood into the shipyard, Careful that nobody noticed to she was. She saw the ship with English language masthead attached to the dock, and six large white sails. On front front of the ship was a brass that read"The Voyager"in large gold-leaf letters. She saw crews of men loading supplies and slaves onto the ship. The only women she could see boarding the ship were the slaves. This would be harder than she thought.
The crew continued to go about their stage business, and she decided to try and move penny-pinching, figuring no one would see her in the mayhem of the load-in scene. She crept forward, creeping through the jungle of cask and crates, trying to find an scuttle to get on panel. Suddenly a hard Northerner met her from behind the neck, pulling upward on her farseeing Brown lock.
"What do you think you're doing, footling girl ?"came the mysterious part from behind her.
"None of your business, wretch. Let go of me this instant."Her words came out far more surefooted than she felt. The man in question turned her around and held her steadfast. She was facing one of the guards of the ship. Shit.
"I asked you a question, lady. You have no business being in a man's territory. Trying to get a spirit at the ship are you ? I saw that look in your eyes, looking for bother is what it is."
She glared at him harshly, she wanted to skewer 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 youth dame for passage to Australia ?"she boldly asked. His eyes widened. He was obviously taken by her retort, not expecting a woman to want handing over on such a dangerous journey.
"No women allowed except for in the slave quarters, and that's not a position 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 family 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 own 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 hand 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 drag her roughly by the hair's-breadth, 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 get at oink from the man.
"You little shit !"He barked at her. She continued to contend hard against him, when another man walked up to the setting. The man holding her quickly yanked her up, standing to attention for the man in front of them. Ariana was still fighting against the storage area on her when she felt a heavily jab to her slope from the safety device. She ceased her conflict and raised her eyes to gather a pair of sparkling puritanic unity staring back at her. The man who had walked up to the pair had hanker blonde hair, tired back into a trot shadow and an athletic frame, concealed under royal attire. His jawbone was acutely, in a diffuse and handsome manner. He stood at roughly 6'2 ”, almost an integral human foot over her 5'4"frame. He stared down at her, a lowly smiling creasing his face.
"C-Commander."Sputtered the guard next to her."This noblewoman was trying to swipe aboard your ship."The commander in interrogation looked Ariana up and down, appraising her with his ocean-blue eyes.
"Let her go. pass on us be."The guard looked at the air force officer incredulously, but knew well not to disregard a guide order. He roughly let go of Ariana's hair, and scuttled away, lifting the beginnings of a cephalalgia she had been feeling from the unwanted contact.
"Why do you passage so desperately ? Are you a convict ?"asked the blonde man.
"What does it weigh to you ?"She barked back.
"wellspring, I am the captain of this ship, and I just saved your ass from internment. So that's two reasons. But I don't really handle why, all that much."She looked at him with a surprised reflexion. She was staring at the sea captain of"The Voyager"? he couldn't have exceeded 28 long time of age."You want passage on this ship ? I am going to need something in return."She stared back at him.
"I have money-"
"I don't need your money. I need a woman. Specifically, a woman to sate my want 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 motive ”. She had heard narrative of the maidservant'wild adventures with men across the res publica, but had never shared even a candy kiss with one herself. It was her job as a princess to be untouched for married couple. If she had been, she would be deemed un-worthy for a man of royalty. Secretly, she would touch herself under the cover of darkness in her individual quarters. She had felt the insatiable need to be touched since the age of 14. 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 man and wife anyway. Why not just take it ?
"Ok."She said. He looked surprised that she had consented to his offer, but nonetheless excited. His smile facing pages into a grin.
"Understand you will be expected to follow my Holy Order exactly and abide in my cabin at all times unless otherwise instructed."
"Understood."
"Alright then. Follow me."

The Cabin

He turned his book binding and began to lead the way onto the ship. He walked past the crowd, up the gangplank, making his way onto the main deck of cards of the ship. Ariana followed courtship, making sure to go on her headland bowed so that there would be lupus erythematosus chance of her being recognized. They made their way toward the master's quarters, just below the fourth 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 with child oak, four poster bed that must have been king-size or magnanimous from the quantity of room it took up. It was covered in beautiful, white Egyptian cotton plant sheets, and bead spreading, adorned with red and atomic number 79 pillows, accompanied by a bootleg fur blanket at the foot. She marveled at the fact that she had just this forenoon been cooped up in her stone-cold tower and now was on her way to the undiscovered land of Australia. The commandant wrapped his finger's breadth around her shoulder and moved Ariana to look him. She stood in front of him, not knowing quite what to say or do. He took a step back to look her up and down, appraising her this waist accompanied by lissome bender. Her flowing cream-colored clothes, trimmed with beautiful ovalbumin lace fell over her torso in the loveliest way. Her brown hair in line to the snowy, which she usually wore up and back, flowed over her boob in beautiful drear moving ridge. He took in the heap of her lovely frame of reference, running a easy helping hand hand down her impudence, tracing his way across her knocker, leaving down to the trench"V-shape"of her gown at the waist. His tint sent shivers down her body, creating that lilliputian flaming burning inside her stomach.
"What do you call yourself ?"he asked her, realizing he did not yet hump 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 intent.
"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 booming voice from outside.
"I'll be right on back."He said with a minuscule 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 encumber you"he said with a severe grinning. He turned to the doorway and left. She heard a small mouse 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 lack her brothers, but they had far more of import things to do, like pick up how to run a kingdom, then keep 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 prospicient it would take her family to agnise she was missing.
Suddenly, the floor beneath her began to move a pocket-sized bit, and she realized she was moving. Ari ran to the small porthole window against the far wall, watching as the ship departed from the docks. It waded farther and farther out into the water, before she felt it picking up impulse. She realized they must have raised the sails and we're on their way toward the new land. After about twenty dollar bill minutes of watching the dock slowly fade into the aloofness, she began to think that maybe this wasn't the in effect idea. What was she going to do once she got to Commonwealth of Australia ? She had no money, except the bit in her sack, no musical theme of what she was getting into, what it would be like. What if she was cast away with the striver ? She began to panic, her breath quickened, the voice inside her head reprimanding her for acting so rashly, when the doorway opened. She suddenly felt a cold bridge player clasp her wrists and roughly spin out her around hard, looking into her eyes with a coldness grammatical construction.
"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 body, holding down one one wrist, using the other hand to tear a voice from her dress. He used the cloth to tie her redress hand taught against one of the bed military post. He then followed suit with the other. She fought him, even getting in a scratch across his left over cheek. It drew a little lineage which made him quite wild. He responded by attaching both of her peg to the balustrade so tight that she could hardly find anything anymore.
He looked at her facial expression, lowering his attention to where the top of her dress dipped down to uncover the very top of her little, A cup breasts, holding his deal on her waist. He tightened his clench, leaning in to her neck, sucking hard, nibbling fiercely at the pink, pick colored flesh.
"I can't hold to tick up this body of yours…"He leered. Ari began to panic. This was not the passion filled amatory report shared by her maids over tea and belated nights. Ari let out a diminished howler before a deal closed itself over her mouth.
He cupped her left chest in one hand, gently massaging it until he felt the tensity of her teat from beneath the slight, E. B. White framework. He lowered her frock ever so slightly, enough to take her tit into his backtalk, he gently sucked and nibbled on her mamilla at first, before switching to harder morsel, switching from one to the former. Ari moaned loudly, feeling a wetness begin to form between her stage. She hated herself for enjoying the treatment that was being done to her body, but her senses betrayed her.
"I am going to twist these coloured red. And when I say something, I keep my word."
"Stop. Don't"She was able-bodied to get out between moans and little shrieking. 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 grip of his pants. He stood to reveal a 8 ½ inch hammer, standing erect at attention. He slid his deal up and down his barb, 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 stays keeping her wearing apparel fastened. He grabbed his punishing cock in one hand and her sass in the other.
"surface up"he said. She refused, and she she wouldn't obey, he held her nose closed until she was forced to spread her sass to emit. He took the chance to stuff his dick inside at that moment.
"Bite 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 cock taking up all the space in her lip and throat. He grabbed a hold of her head and began slamming it into his balls the beneficial he could with the emplacement she was in. he pulled out after various moment, Ari coughing up pre-cum and saliva.
He yanked down her unmentionable to reveal her mound. She began to experience the moment of panic arise in her again. He took two fingers and thrust them inside her hole. It was the commencement prison term 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. section 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 Whitney Young Virgin in his hired man. Such a rarity in these parts. almost adult female just picked up off the streets, even beautiful ones like Ari, tended to feature some experience or be too unseasoned for his predilection. He pulled his hand out and gripped his rotating shaft positioning himself at the entrance of her opening. She gritted her teeth, hyperaware of the tissue layer about to inscribe her. She tried to get her radiocarpal joint 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 stallion pecker 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 time she brought her attention back to the bother emanating from her low-toned part. Finally, he had resisted the impulse to come long enough, and with much rigor, exploded inside of her. He let go of her wrists, getting up off the bed. He smiled down at her figure, his cum leaking out of her yap slowly. She lay there whimpering. A component part of him felt bad, but hey, she was the one who agreed to this for transit. He was taking what he wanted. He undid her hired man restraints and went into the loo to grab a mute cloth and threw it to her on the bed, telling her to wipe off the kettle of fish she made before he got back.
Ari heard a door click shut and a whorl act before she let herself fall into tears.

Parlez

About a week had past and Crispin had visited Ari nightly, virtually repeating the upshot of the start. He would enter the room, yank down his trousers, and have his way with her until he came. Her delight didn't mean very much to him. He saw her a to a greater extent of a play-thing for the time being. He would probably dispose of her and find a new one once they reached shore. He didn't understand why she was so reluctant, hadn't she known what she was getting herself into ?
It was one eve when St. Crispin decided to let Ari out and explore the briny deck for a while. Ari was excited. She hadn't left her room for over a calendar week. The sun was beginning to set as she pinned her whisker up, and cleaned herself off when Crispin unlocked the door, holding it open with a small sideways smile. She looked at him, making sure it wasn't a joke, before quickly hurrying out before he changed his mind. The offset matter she felt was the cool down breeze against her tegument, hitting her face with every rebuff movement of the ship. She walked over to the sharpness 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 Natalie Wood beneath her feet, the smoothness of the iron cannons perched alongside the wall. She wanted to need in everything she could before she was ushered back inside.
A noise came from behind, the sound of voices coming from the appreciation. Three men came from below deck, Crispin greeting them with open sleeve. Ari stood from a distance observance. The three men talked with Crispin for several minutes. Ari leaned on the side of meat of the ship, watching their conversation, trying to make out Word of God, when the wood beneath her hand echoed a loud 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 come join them, and she walked over to his side.
"Gentlemen, this is Ari. She is my guest for the voyage. Ari, this is Sam, George Eliot, and Michael."The three men glanced at her, admiring her face in the context sunlight along with the curves of her body.
"hello gentlemen."She said to the three.
"Pleased to make your friend, ma'am"said the one called George Eliot. He looked to be the youthful, possibly 16 twelvemonth, maybe 17.
"How do you do ?"acquired Michael, with a favorable beaming grinning of perfect tense teeth. She smiled back at him and nodded her point, enjoying his friendly nature. He seemed to be around 60 years of age, maybe more and greying on the sides where he still had hair to jactitation of.
The final examination man looked at her inquisitively. Trying to explore her face for something she couldn't place.
"goodness evening, Ari."said the man, Sam."Pardon me, but you look very familiar…"Ari felt a tightening in her venter, he couldn't know who she was, no one she had passed previous had recognized her. Given, they didn't get a dependable expression at her, but Crispin certainly did and he hadn't mentioned anything.
"I'm indisputable I would remember a boldness such as yours."She replied calmly, feeling the latent hostility build within her. The man staring her up and down was around 40 years, black whisker and a missing underside tooth, looking put together nonetheless ; after all he was a penis of the royal stag naval forces.
Wait, she did recognize him. He was also an advisor to her uncle years ago. She use to sit in on their negotiation when she was just twelve of baker's dozen. Would he actually recognize her after all these twelvemonth ?
"Ari, where are you from ?"questioned Crispin, realizing he knew succeeding to null about her. Ari began to panic.
"Where all men are from."She replied with a false air of equanimity."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 ? call for her back ? She sincerely hoped not. She began to move for the cabin door.
Crispin grabbed a hold of her wrist, pulling her to his English. He sent a look her way that made her halt where she stood.
"Wait. I do know you."spoke Sam. His eyes widened, Ari felt her stomach drop.
"You're-"Suddenly a motor horn blazed and the man at the crows next began to climb down from his perch, running at a dash toward Crispin. stash of other men began to construct their way on deck, assuming positions at canons across all face of the ship.
"What the hell is going on ?"asked Crispin in a conjure up tone. He let go of Ari and faced the diminutive man that had run toward him."Why did you vocalise the alarm system ?"
The untried man looked at him with wide eyes, fear in every corner, his helping hand began to tremble.
"Pirates."The young man whispered. Saint Crispin's face became stone coldness, indecipherable. She turned his spinal column on the little man and faced the three he had previously been addressing. Sam was still staring at Ari, a look of incredulity on his case. The former two were preoccupied of the intelligence from the tiny man."What did the ship look like ?"He asked, not paying a good deal attention to the man cowering behind him.
"Dark sails, dark oak wood, maybe an old royal ship that was taken captive. We good get in position captain…"Crispin turned to look him once more, a expression of dying on his face.
"We will do what I say. Get back to the nest. celebrate an eye."Turning back to front the men,"Michael, Mary Ann Evans, man the canons."He said Harlan Fiske Stone coldness."Sam- ”.
"Sir. She's not who you think-"
Now it was Ari's turn to have a flavour of panic adorn her face. She pleaded with her eye for him not to say a thing.
"What do you imply ? We have more crusade 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 heart sank, a look of panic overwhelmed her along with care. All the while in the back of her psyche the very veridical situation that pirates were on a nearby ship prepare to attack.
"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 facial expression when the motor horn blew again. He stared for a moment longer, a look of confusion, fierceness, and panic crossing his face all at once. He grabbed her by the wrist and held, operose."Sam, man your Charles William Post. No one gets on this ship."
"Yes sir"he said with one more glance the princess'way before turning to go. Crispin growled down at her, squeezing her wrist until specks of blood appeared where his blast dig into her.
"time lag here. We're taking you home."He turned toward the battlefront of the ship, facing his men.
"Aim canons ! fix ! flame !"He shouted. The canons deployed but not before the opposition canons fired mightily back. One lodged right into the position where Ari was standing, she leapt backward mighty before it exploded. She was blown back by the effect 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 canon had blown a hole through the position. Men were running about, trying to gather up weapons. She realized what she had to do. She gingerly got up, clutching her slope where she had been thrown back, hoping that there were no broken rib. She raced as fast as she could back to the cabin where she rummaged through her rough sack, collecting her bow and pistol. deflection over was unmanageable to say the least, she let out a yelp when she knelt to pick up the weapons, but had to ignore it for the meter being. She ran back out of the cabin and straightaway to the upper berth deck as fast as her injury would allow.
Positioning herself directly facing the ship, she loaded her bow and aimed at the first few pirates trying to rise aboard by ladder. The first missed as she gasped at the pain in the ass in her side. She looked down to see a red stain in he otherwise White River gown. She turned away, knowing that if she didn't do something now she would either confront death in consequence or worse…
She reloaded the bow and aimed, this time hitting a buccaneer square in the chief. The leghorn and pirates alike looked around for where the arrow had come. One man spotted her from the pirate ship, yelling-
"Oy, police chief ! 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 make their way up the ravel, hitting most of all she shot for. She reached back to grab another arrow, but there were none to be found. shucks, she thought. She withdrew her pistol from her garter, but men had already begun racing aboard the ship and fighting tooth and nail. Many tried to hold their way to her, but were ambushed on the way by the slew of skimmer in front end of her. She looked around in the mayhem to try and tell apart Saint Crispin, but he couldn't be found anywhere. She turned her attention back to the advancing plagiarist, noting that they had taken many of her sailors 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 eye. He fell with a thumping not three metrical unit away from her. Two men barreled toward her one, she shot but missed at one, turning her aid 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 primer coat moments later. She took another footmark back and felt a thud hit her backside. She winced at the contact when she was grabbed, her helping hand holding the pistol twisted behind her. She shot the gun, praying for another bullet train, 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 galvanic pile of bodies she had accumulated, and turned to confront the rest of the fighting. To her surprise, the ship was silent.
All the navy were currently held at gunpoint, had a sword positioned at their neck, or were lying on the land, motionless. She saw out of the corner of her eye, Young Eliot lying on the ground about 20 yards from where she stood. She froze, looking out at the sea of corpses. All the extremity of the royal crew had their script up, including Crispin, movement and center field, and holding him was the beautiful man Ari had ever laid eyes on. He was grandiloquent, must bear been at to the lowest degree six and half feet standing. His sinew shone from the sweat that glittered across his body. His tangle dark black hair was tossed in every focussing from the sea pushover. His jaw was carved from marble, as was his taught stomach that she could see from the gap in his shirt. But the most stupefying part of him, his heart. They glowed a shining, beautiful viridity that she could see from across the ship ; and he stared right at her.
"Well, well"he spoke in a deep, cockney emphasis."What do we have here ? Little miss hothead do we ? Fightin'with the big boys are we ?"He narrowed his eye and gave her a bone chilling grin that sent shivers down her spine."Come here, Lassie."He said, pointing a gun toward her direction with one handwriting while holding Crispin at swords end in the other."Drop your weapon."She took one expression at her pistol, knowing wax well she was out of ammunition, and realized she had no choice but to observe his orders. She dropped the gun to her side, and began making her way toward the handsome, dangerous sea rover in figurehead of her.
Her side ached with every whole tone, the red splotch seeping further down her surgical gown as her side continued to leech. She hadn't gotten a prospect to look at it yet. She came right in nominal head of the two men, Crispin on one slope, the stranger on the other.
"finisher ”, the dark man whispered."I want to have a soundly look at you."she took a step in his direction, positioning herself directly in forepart of him. He looked her up and down, running the coldness metal of the gun up and down her body. He pressed it firmly into the incline where she had been injured, producing an outward cry from Ari, making her double over in pain in the ass.
"Don't you dare harm the Princess !"came a voice from behind the emanation of onlookers. Stepping forward, held at point by another pirate, was Sam. Ari looked him in the eye, realizing he may give birth just risked his aliveness in an movement to protect her, when a gun shot and he fell to the background. Ari sucked in a breather, holding back tears from the man at her fundament and the bother in her side. The man in front of her turned his care back in Ari.
"fountainhead, that makes this interesting. Princess ? Of England ?"he laughed out loud at that. Bowing in a mocking tone,"Your highness ..."He said, dripping with caustic remark. The respite of the pirates laughed out loud at this. He stood back up, facing her."Now how did you climb aboard a Navy ship ? He looked at her, genuinely puzzled and intrigued by what he had in straw man of him. Here was not only a beautiful char, but a princess, who had just killed a fourth part of his crew singlehandedly. He was angry at this fact, and a little affect.
"Speak, girl. Or this man next to me dies."Ari looked over at her rapist from the retiring workweek, and decided that she couldn't have another torso on her conscience.
"I needed a change of pace."She said sardonically. The young man grinned, and chuckled at this.
"wellspring, was this a change of pace for you ?"He said down to her, motioning to the plenty of the ship. She glared up at him, despite his beauty, he was an consuming mother fucker.
"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 actor's line. The kingdom was not known for being too peaceful recently, but it certainly wasn't a bloody carnage, she told herself.
"How did you learn to shoot like that ?"He asked, genuinely interest.
"My chum. They're excellent marksman."She said, surprised that she responded with the truth. 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 put up you a ataraxis treaty. Under my terms, of course."She looked him questioningly in the eye, before nodding for him to go on."You come with me, as my captive, my war spoliation, per say, and I let the residue of your crew go. They can either choose to set sail back for England and let the country know what has become of you, or they can continue their journey on and dispose of the dead as needed. All you need to do to save them, is willingly link 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 choler ? luxuria ? mendicancy ?
"And if I refuse ?"she asked, knowing what was next.
"I kill you and your crew."
She paused.
"Parlez ?"he asked, holding out his hired hand waiting for her to take it. She sucked a breath in, and clutched her side.
"Parlez. ”