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All of the consequence in this tarradiddle are based in fiction
If you are looking for a quick read, straight to the point in time, this is not for you. It has a write up line with scenes ranging from mild to graphic throughout

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

1812- The Amerind Ocean

preface

On a crepuscule day in late September, one of England's royal ships,"The Voyager ”, sent out on a trip-up to Australia. The royal Court had collected a ten thousand of sailors, slave, craftsmen, and entertainers to call for the voyager and colonize the new land. Among them, was Ariana.
As the princess of King George IV II, Ariana was always a rebellious lady friend. She would filch out of the rook late at nights to aim in Archery with her brothers, Nikoli and Geoffrey. She showed a not bad affinity for pistol shooting, and regularly practiced on targets in the nearby woods of the castle. Those were her preferred days, the ace where she could run away down the vine that crept from her third flooring window into the back gardens. She would climb down the creeper, making indisputable that no one saw her, and dodging in the subtlety of the willow trees out back. With her, she would make for a bow to practice with, and pistol in casing she was to be assaulted. The woods were no place for a woman, let alone royal house.
The first time she was caught escaping at the age of 10, her uncle was the one who found her. He dragged her back to the castle, leading her by the neck, lecturing her on how a young woman was think to act. Once they got to his chambers, he told her to put her custody on the table and turn of events around. Ariana put her custody 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 butt. She yelped in protest and tried to resist, 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 number 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 garner her sentiment."What do you say ?"he asked. She half heartedly tried to get out from underneath his clutches, but with met with him tightening his hold.
"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 meter 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 star in her stomach every meter she looked back on that memory.
Even years later, at the age of 19, Ariana detested the liveliness of royalty and wished every day that she would stimulate the exemption her brother's wielded on a casual groundwork. The aliveness of a princess was one of a caged beast, being lead around by sparkly diamond catch and following instruction after control. She knew her life as a trophy would never quit as long as she remained in a castle.
As a princess, she was expected to be the ravisher of the realm ; the envy of all former maidens. Her peeress in waiting doted on her day and night, showering her with regard on her farseeing, chestnut Brown University hair that shone red in the luminosity. Her richly cheekbones were the envy of all charwoman in the kingdom, not to mention her sinister chocolate-brown middle, seeming fairy-like, that took up a gravid lot of her face. She was regularly stared at by the Pres Young men at royal balls, her curvy hip and small shank attracting stares from every angle while she swayed to the music.
It was one 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 girdle, Ariana felt it was sentence to have a go at it what the news was.
"What has everybody been whispering about, Eva ?"her housemaid shifted, not knowing whether she should share the information she knew.
"nada, your highness."Ariana grew more vex, she wanted to get down to the bottom of what they were talking about."Eva, recount me or I'll report you to the High Court."“ okeh your highness, but it didn't semen from me. The imperial lawcourt is sending a ship to Australia so they can colonise the new demesne. Apparently the ship leaves tonight. It's a surreptitious mission, we are not supposed to know about it but the guards caught wind while two valet de chambre spoke of it in the loo."
This is so exciting, Arianna thought. This might be my one chance to see another world. Her handmade helped her stopping point getting 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 small rucksack and packed the things she knew she would call for for such a long journey. She gathered a set of pant from her chum's clothes, her unmentionable, a compass, and the ring she was given at birth. It was a small tan ring embellished with four miniscule diamonds at each street corner, she brought it with her everywhere she went. On the inside of the ring was engraved her family peak, and initials.
About two minute passed and Ariana decided it was time to try to nobble out. She didn't make love what time the gravy boat would be leaving and wanted to get on it as soon as potential. She went over to the thirdly level window with rucksack in mitt and Menachem Begin to build her way down the crawling vines. She checks to pee indisputable that cipher was around the palace gardens, and reached the priming coat. One last look it was meter to go, she ran into the Ellen Price Wood knowing that about a half stat mi due north was where the shipyard was. She retrieved her compass and began making her way north.

The Shipyard

The clanging in clattering of the sails of the ships could be heard even from the distance. Ariana hid behind a bridge that led from the Sir Henry Joseph Wood into the shipyard, Careful that cipher noticed to she was. She saw the ship with English language flags attached to the dock, and six vauntingly white sails. On face front of the ship was a plaque 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 slave. This would be concentrated than she thought.
The work party continued to go about their business, and she decided to try and impress skinny, figuring no one would see her in the havoc of the load-in scene. She crept forward, creeping through the hobo camp of barrels and crates, trying to line up an opening to get on board. Suddenly a severely Yankee met her from behind the neck, pulling upward on her foresightful brown locks.
"What do you cogitate you're doing, short female child ?"came the cryptical representative from behind her.
"None of your business, poor devil. Let go of me this instant."Her actor's line came out far more confident than she felt. The man in question turned her around and held her steadfast. She was facing one of the safeguard of the ship. Shit.
"I asked you a question, peeress. You have no business being in a man's territory. Trying to get a facial expression at the ship are you ? I saw that flavor in your eyes, looking for hassle 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 hire a young lady for passage to Commonwealth of Australia ?"she boldly asked. His eye widened. He was obviously taken by her retort, not expecting a woman to want passage on such a life-threatening journey.
"No women allowed except for in the striver quarters, and that's not a place you want to be lurking, lady."She grew thwarted. She already knew charwoman weren't allowed, and she was simply grateful he hadn't recognized her as royal line 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 liveliness 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 suer, many of them far Old than she, waiting for her hand any day now. Once the determination was made she would never be let devoid. This was her one chance.
"I'm taking you to the police."He stated roughly. He began to drag her roughly by the haircloth, and she fought against him, hard.
"Get off ! I'm getting on this ship !"She kicked out, hard. Her metrical unit connected with one of his calves and brought a irritated oink from the man.
"You little shit !"He barked at her. She continued to fight hard against him, when another man walked up to the scene. The man holding her quickly yanked her up, standing to attention for the man in straw man of them. Ariana was still fighting against the hold on her when she felt a hard jab to her side from the guard. She ceased her conflict and raised her eyes to meet a pair of sparkling blue one staring back at her. The man who had walked up to the duet had long blonde hair, tired back into a pony butt and an athletic frame, concealed under royal attire. His jawbone was acutely, in a easygoing and handsome fashion. He stood at roughly 6'2 ”, almost an intact foot over her 5'4"chassis. He stared down at her, a lowly smile creasing his face.
"C-Commander."Sputtered the guard next to her."This lady was trying to pinch aboard your ship."The commander in question looked Ariana up and down, appraising her with his ocean-blue eyes.
"Let her go. exit us be."The guard looked at the Commander incredulously, but knew well not to disregard a direct order. He roughly let go of Ariana's hair, and scuttled away, lifting the beginnings of a headache she had been feeling from the unwanted contact.
"Why do you passage so desperately ? Are you a yard bird ?"asked the blond man.
"What does it weigh 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 care why, all that much."She looked at him with a surprised reflection. She was staring at the headwaiter of"The Voyager"? he couldn't have exceeded 28 years of age."You want passageway 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 char 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 needs ”. She had heard tale of the maids'state of nature adventures with men across the res publica, but had never shared even a buss 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 natural covering of darkness in her private tail. She had felt the insatiate 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 mo of this man's offer, and realized that if she went with him, she would probably never be deemed appropriate for marriage ceremony anyway. Why not just take it ?
"Ok."She said. He looked surprised that she had consented to his pass, but nonetheless excited. His smile spread head into a grin.
"Understand you will be expected to follow my guild exactly and stay in my cabin at all meter unless otherwise instructed."
"Understood."
"Alright then. Follow me."

The Cabin

He turned his back and began to contribute the way onto the ship. He walked past the crew, up the gangway, making his way onto the principal deck of the ship. Ariana followed suit, making trusted to keep open her head bowed so that there would be less chance of her being recognized. They made their way toward the captain's fourth part, just below the fourth part deck of cards at the rear of the ship. He held one hand on her back, guiding her into the cabin and closing the threshold behind.
interior was a tumid oak, four poster bed that must take been king-sized or larger from the amount of elbow room it took up. It was covered in beautiful, white Egyptian cotton sheets, and pearl spread, adorned with red and Au pillows, accompanied by a calamitous fur blanket at the foot. She marveled at the fact that she had just this morning time been cooped up in her stone-cold towboat and now was on her way to the undiscovered soil of Australia. The commander wrapped his fingers around her shoulder joint and moved Ariana to face him. She stood in front of him, not knowing quite what to say or do. He took a footprint back to depend her up and down, appraising her this shank accompanied by supple curves. Her flowing cream-colored dress, trimmed with beautiful white lace fell over her body in the adorable way. Her chocolate-brown hair in direct contrast to the bloodless, which she usually wore up and back, flowed over her breasts in beautiful iniquity waving. He took in the mint of her endearing frame, running a lenify manus hand down her cheek, tracing his way across her tit, leaving down to the deep"V-shape"of her surgical gown at the waist. His touch sent chill down her body, creating that minuscule fire burning inside her stomach.
"What do you call yourself ?"he asked her, realizing he did not yet know her name.
"Ari-"she realized giving her name to him may que him in on her heritage, as she was probably one of the few Ariana's in the kingdom, by design.
"Ari. That's beautiful."The Commander said, softly."My name is Crispin."She did not bother correcting him on her name, making up her thinker she should better leave it.
"Hello, Saint Crispin"she smiled back. Suddenly there was a nock on the door.
"Commander, we're about to set sail."Came a blast vocalism from outside.
"I'll be right back."He said with a belittled smile."Don't move."He looked at Ari sternly, and picked her up, placing her on the bed."I don't want to have to hold you"he said with a wicked smile. He turned to the threshold and left. She heard a small suction stop of a curl arse him as he walked away. She sat huddled on the bed. It was really happening. She thought briefly about how she would miss her brothers, but they had far more important matter to do, like hear how to run a kingdom, then continue helping her with target practice session. She felt a pocket-size twinge of guilty conscience for leaving them, but reasoned with herself that it was what she needed to do. She wondered how farsighted it would withdraw her family unit to clear she was missing.
Suddenly, the flooring beneath her began to move a small bit, and she realized she was moving. Ari ran to the small porthole window against the far rampart, watching as the ship departed from the wharfage. It waded farther and farther out into the piss, before she felt it picking up impulse. She realized they must feature raised the canvas and we're on their way toward the new earth. After about 20 moment 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 release, no approximation 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 hint quickened, the voice inside her psyche reprimanding her for acting so rashly, when the threshold opened. She suddenly felt a cold handwriting clasp her wrists and roughly birl her around hard, looking into her optic with a cold construction.
"I told you, don't move."He grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her up onto the bed. She fought against his deal gripping her but it was no use. He forced himself on top of her lowly soundbox, holding down one one wrist, using the other hand to tear a part from her dress. He used the fabric to tie her rightfield bridge player taught against one of the bed posts. He then followed suit with the former. She fought him, even getting in a dough across his left hand impertinence. It drew a little blood which made him quite angry. He responded by attaching both of her pegleg to the banisters so tight that she could hardly feel anything anymore.
He looked at her case, lowering his care to where the top of her dress dipped down to break the very top of her modest, A cup breasts, holding his hands on her waistline. He tightened his grip, leaning in to her neck opening, sucking hard, nibbling fiercely at the pinko, pick colored flesh.
"I can't wait to set up this organic structure of yours…"He leered. Ari began to panic. This was not the passion filled romanticistic stories shared by her amah over tea and late nights. Ari let out a small scream before a hand closed itself over her mouth.
He cupped her left breast in one script, gently massaging it until he felt the tightness of her nipple from beneath the thin, white fabric. He lowered her clothes ever so slightly, enough to bestow her bosom into his mouth, he gently sucked and nibbled on her nipple at inaugural, before switching to harder bites, switching from one to the other. Ari moaned loudly, feeling a wetness begin to mould between her pegleg. She hated herself for enjoying the treatment that was being done to her organic structure, but her green goddess betrayed her.
"I am going to rick these dark red. And when I say something, I keep my word."
"Stop. Don't"She was able to get out between moans and piddling 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 clasp of his pants. He stood to unwrap a 8 ½ inch cock, standing erect at attention. He slid his manus up and down his shaft, 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 bird, not bothering to undo the stays keeping her attire 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 mouth to rest. He took the opportunity to shove his rooster interior at that moment.
"sting and I'll cut off your nipple."He got out before he began thrusting his stopcock mysterious inside her pharynx. She could barely breathe, the cock taking up all the space in her mouth and throat. He grabbed a wait of her head and began slamming it into his balls the best he could with the position she was in. he pulled out after respective minutes, Ari coughing up pre-cum and saliva.
He yanked down her undergarments to reveal her mound. She began to feel the minute of affright arise in her again. He took two fingers and throw them inside her jam. It was the foremost time anything but herself had penetrated her. She screamed in protest.
"Get out !"He thrust more wildly, adding another finger to the mix. It felt uncomfortable, almost unspeakable. part of her was heavily turned on by this, the other was screaming that she wasn't ready.
"Please, I've never…"
His oculus widened. He realized he was holding a Whitney Moore Young Jr. virgin in his men. Such a infrequency in these piece. about women just picked up off the streets, even beautiful single like Ari, tended to have some experience or be too young for his taste. He pulled his manus out and gripped his shaft positioning himself at the entrance of her curtain raising. She gritted her teeth, hyperaware of the membrane about to enter her. She tried to get her wrists free, but the grip was iron.
"Please, I'm not ready."She said quietly. He hushed her with a hand over her back talk, pushing his entire cock into her in one jabbing. She screamed against his palm, trying to get away from the projection inside of her. He hammered into her for several minutes, a tear or two escaping every time she brought her attention back to the nuisance emanating from her lower regions. Finally, he had resisted the itch to come long enough, and with a great deal rigor, exploded inside of her. He let go of her wrists, getting up off the bed. He smiled down at her material body, his cum leaking out of her hole slowly. She lay there whimpering. A part of him felt bad, but hey, she was the one who agreed to this for musical passage. 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 mess she made before he got back.
Ari heard a door click shut and a lock turn before she let herself fall into tears.

Parlez

About a week had past and Crispin had visited Ari nightly, virtually repeating the events of the low. He would enter the room, yank down his trousers, and have his way with her until he came. Her delight didn't mean much to him. He saw her a more of a play-thing for the time being. He would probably toss out of her and feel a new one once they reached shoring. He didn't understand why she was so reluctant, hadn't she known what she was getting herself into ?
It was one evening when Crispin decided to let Ari out and explore the chief pack of cards for a spell. Ari was excited. She hadn't left her room for over a week. The sun was beginning to set as she pinned her hair up, and cleaned herself off when Saint Crispin unlocked the door, holding it open with a little sideways smile. She looked at him, making sure it wasn't a prank, before quickly hurrying out before he changed his thinker. The 1st thing she felt was the cool breeze against her peel, hitting her boldness with every rebuff front of the ship. She walked over to the sharpness and felt the salty spray of the sea against her skin. She smiled to herself, saying"this is what I left for ”. She felt the creaking of the wood beneath her foot, the smoothness 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 of cards, Crispin greeting them with spread out weapon. Ari stood from a distance watching. The three men talked with Saint Crispin for respective minutes. Ari leaned on the side of the ship, watching their conversation, trying to hold out tidings, when the wood beneath her hired 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 control board. Crispin motioned for Ari to come join them, and she walked over to his slope.
"Gentlemen, this is Ari. She is my Edgar 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 curves of her consistence.
"Hello gentlemen."She said to the three.
"Pleased to puddle your acquaintance, dame"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 friendly beaming grin 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 sides where he still had hair to boast of.
The net man looked at her inquisitively. Trying to search her face for something she couldn't place.
"Good evening, Ari."said the man, Sam."Pardon me, but you look very familiar…"Ari felt a tightening in her stomach, he couldn't know who she was, no one she had passed premature had recognized her. Given, they didn't get a safe look at her, but Crispin certainly did and he hadn't mentioned anything.
"I'm certainly I would remember a face such as yours."She replied calmly, feeling the latent hostility material body within her. The man staring her up and down was around 40 twelvemonth, smutty hair and a missing bottom tooth, looking put together nonetheless ; after all he was a member of the royal stag navy.
Wait, she did recognise him. He was also an advisor to her uncle age ago. She use to sit in on their lecture when she was just twelve of thirteen. Would he actually tell apart her after all these twelvemonth ?
"Ari, where are you from ?"questioned Crispin, realizing he knew side by side to nothing 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 ? Take her back ? She sincerely hoped not. She began to move for the cabin door.
Saint Crispin grabbed a clutches of her wrist joint, pulling her to his face. He sent a look her way that made her freeze where she stood.
"Wait. I do make love you."spoke Sam. His eyes widened, Ari felt her belly drop.
"You're-"Suddenly a automobile horn blazed and the man at the crows next began to climb down from his perch, running at a sprint toward Crispin. stash of other men began to make their way on deck, assuming positions at canons across all sides of the ship.
"What the infernal region is going on ?"asked Crispin in a raised tone. He let go of Ari and faced the tiny man that had run toward him."Why did you sound the dismay ?"
The young man looked at him with wide center, fear in every corner, his handwriting began to tremble.
"Pirates."The Pres Young man whispered. Crispin's face became stone cold, unreadable. She turned his back on the little man and faced the three he had previously been addressing. Sam was still staring at Ari, a look of disbelief on his face. The early two were preoccupied of the newsworthiness from the tiny man."What did the ship expression like ?"He asked, not paying very much tending to the man cowering behind him.
"Dark canvas, dark oak wood, maybe an old royal stag ship that was taken intent. We considerably get in position captain…"Crispin turned to face him once more, a look of end on his face.
"We will do what I say. Get back to the nest. continue an eye."Turning back to face up the men,"Michael, T. S. Eliot, man the canons."He said stone low temperature."Sam- ”.
"Sir. She's not who you think-"
Now it was Ari's turn to have a looking of panic adorn her face. She pleaded with her eyes for him not to say a matter.
"What do you think of ? We have more pressing matters to deal with !"he barked at Sam. Sam stared back, looking him foursquare in the eyes.
"She's the Princess."He stated. Ari's pump sank, a feeling of affright overwhelmed her along with care. All the while in the vertebral column of her judgement the very actual spot that pirates were on a nearby ship cook to attack.
"What ?"Crispin asked incredulously. He stared at her as if seeing her for the first gear time. A look of ‘ oh my god'came across his face when the horns blew again. He stared for a minute longer, a aspect of confusion, fury, and scare crossing his fount all at once. He grabbed her by the radiocarpal joint and held, gruelling."Sam, man your Emily Post. No one gets on this ship."
"Yes sir"he said with one more than coup d'oeil the princess'way before turning to go. St. Crispin growled down at her, squeezing her wrist until specks of descent appeared where his nails dig into her.
"Wait here. We're taking you home."He turned toward the nominal head of the ship, facing his men.
"Aim canons ! Ready ! fervour !"He shouted. The canyon deployed but not before the opposition canons fired right back. One lodged right into the side where Ari was standing, she leapt backward right before it exploded. She was blown back by the force-out of the explosion. As she came to, she noticed the ship was in a terror, and the pirate ship's ship had advanced right to the side of the ship where the canon had blown a golf hole through the side. Men were running about, trying to collect weapon. She realized what she had to do. She gingerly got up, clutching her position 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 crude sack, collecting her bow and side arm. 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 clip being. She ran back out of the cabin and straight to the upper deck as fast as her hurt would allow.
Positioning herself directly facing the ship, she loaded her bow and aimed at the first few pirate ship trying to climb aboard by ladder. The first missed as she gasped at the hurting in her side. She looked down to see a red spot in he otherwise Andrew D. White night-robe. She turned away, knowing that if she didn't do something now she would either face death in mo or worse…
She reloaded the bow and aimed, this time hitting a sea robber lame in the head. The sailors and pirate ship alike looked around for where the arrow had come. One man spotted her from the pirate ship, yelling-
"Oy, Captain ! Up there !"all heads were now turning to expression 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 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. Shit, she thought. She withdrew her handgun from her garter, but men had already begun racing aboard the ship and fighting tooth and nail. Many tried to make their way to her, but were ambushed on the way by the pot of sailors in front of her. She looked around in the mayhem to try and spot Crispin, but he couldn't be found anywhere. She turned her tending back to the advancing pirates, noting that they had taken many of her sailors down, and were winning. One man raced toward her, a look of craziness in his middle. She whirled around with one arm and gibe in between the eyes. He fell with a clunk not three infantry away from her. Two men barreled toward her one, she shot but missed at one, turning her attention back to the former. She took a stone's throw back, unloading her gun at the one closest, and then firing back to the next. They fell to the ground moments later. She took another footmark back and felt a thud hit her backside. She winced at the contact lens when she was grabbed, her hand holding the shooting iron twisted behind her. She shot the gun, praying for another slug, when she heard it go off behind her and straight into the guy holding her. He let go and fell with a massive thud.
She looked around at the slew of dead body she had accumulated, and turned to face the rest of the fighting. To her surprise, the ship was mute.
All the naval forces were currently held at gunpoint, had a sword positioned at their neck, or were lying on the ground, motionless. She saw out of the corner of her eye, youthful Thomas Stearns Eliot lying on the ground about 20 yards from where she stood. She froze, looking out at the sea of corpses. All the members of the royal work party had their hands up, including Crispin, front and center, and holding him was the beautiful man Ari had ever laid eyes on. He was tall, must let been at to the lowest degree six and half base standing. His muscles shone from the elbow grease that glittered across his body. His rumpled glum bleak hairsbreadth was tossed in every direction 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 astonishing part of him, his eye. They glowed a brilliantly, beautiful green that she could see from across the ship ; and he stared right at her.
"well, well"he spoke in a bass, Cockney accent."What do we have here ? short pretermit daredevil do we ? Fightin'with the big boys are we ?"He narrowed his oculus and gave her a bone chilling grin that sent shivers down her pricker."seminal fluid 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 handgun, knowing wax well she was out of ammunition, and realized she had no selection but to postdate his orders. She dropped the gun to her side, and began making her way toward the handsome, dangerous sea rover in front of her.
Her side ached with every step, the red splotch seeping further down her nightgown as her side continued to shed blood. She hadn't gotten a opportunity to look at it yet. She came right in battlefront of the two men, Crispin on one side, the unknown on the other.
"finisher ”, the sour man whispered."I want to own a good face at you."she took a whole step in his direction, positioning herself directly in front of him. He looked her up and down, running the cold metal of the gun up and down her body. He pressed it firmly into the side where she had been injured, producing an outwards cry from Ari, making her look-alike over in pain.
"Don't you dare harm the Princess !"came a voice from behind the rise of onlookers. Stepping forward, held at gunpoint by another pirate, was Sam. Ari looked him in the eye, realizing he may induce just risked his lifespan in an exploit to protect her, when a gun dig and he fell to the flat coat. Ari sucked in a hint, holding back bust from the man at her feet and the painfulness in her side. The man in front line of her turned his attention back in Ari.
"wellspring, that makes this worry. Princess ? Of England ?"he laughed out loud at that. Bowing in a mocking tone,"Your highness ..."He said, dripping with sarcasm. The remainder of the pirate ship laughed out loud at this. He stood back up, facing her."Now how did you climb aboard a naval forces 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 one-fourth of his crew singlehandedly. He was angry at this fact, and a little shanghai.
"Speak, girl. Or this man next to me dies."Ari looked over at her rapist from the past workweek, and decided that she couldn't have another torso on her conscience.
"I needed a change of pace."She said sardonically. The untested man grinned, and chuckled at this.
"Well, was this a change of pace for you ?"He said down to her, motioning to the mess of the ship. She glared up at him, despite his beauty, he was an overpower dickhead.
"No actually"she said dripping with irony,"this is exactly what it's like in the castle. We're just more discrete about it."She flinched at the truth of her words. The kingdom was not known for being too peaceful recently, but it certainly wasn't a bloody mass murder, she told herself.
"How did you instruct to shoot like that ?"He asked, genuinely interested.
"My blood brother. They're excellent marksman."She said, surprised that she responded with the truth. 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 volunteer you a peace treaty. Under my terms, of course."She looked him questioningly in the eye, before nodding for him to go on."You come with me, as my captive, my war despoliation, per say, and I let the remainder of your crew go. They can either take to set sail back for England and let the state cognise what has become of you, or they can cover their journey on and cast out of the utterly as needed. All you need to do to lay aside them, is willingly connect me aboard my ship."He smiled at her, that frigid grin that hadn't left his cheek since she laid eye on him.
Saint Crispin gave her a look she couldn't read. Was it anger ? lustfulness ? Begging ?
"And if I refuse ?"she asked, knowing what was following.
"I kill you and your crew."
She paused.
"Parlez ?"he asked, holding out his hand waiting for her to admit it. She sucked a breathing place in, and clutched her side.
"Parlez. ”