Note to readers ; This study is copy-write 2016
All of the consequence in this report 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 tantrum ranging from mild to graphic throughout

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

1812- The Indian Ocean

prolusion

On a fall day in late September, one of England's majestic ships,"The Voyager ”, sent out on a misstep to Commonwealth of Australia. The royal court of justice had collected a 10000 of sailors, hard worker, artificer, and entertainers to take the voyager and colonize the new res publica. Among them, was Ariana.
As the princess of King George VI II, Ariana was always a rebellious girl. She would purloin out of the castle late at Night to train in Archery with her brothers, Nikoli and Geoffrey. She showed a great affinity for side arm shooting, and regularly practiced on targets in the nearby woods of the castling. Those were her favorite days, the I where she could hightail it down the vine that crept from her third floor window into the game gardens. She would climb down the creepers, making sure that no one saw her, and outflow in the shade of the willow trees out back. With her, she would work a bow to practice session with, and pistol in showcase she was to be assaulted. The woodwind were no topographic point for a woman, let alone royal family.
The for the first time time she was caught escaping at the age of 10, her uncle was the one who found her. He dragged her back to the rook, leading her by the cervix, lecturing her on how a vernal woman was say to act. Once they got to his Chambers, he told her to put her hands on the table and turn of events around. Ariana put her hired hand down on the desk and heard her uncle rummaging around for something. She turned around for a split up second when a cane came down hard on her tender posterior. She yelped in dissent and tried to stand, but he pushed her back onto the desk.
"This is what happens when Lady don't do as they are recite"said her uncle."Now I want you to count to ten- one for each. If you make it to ten I won't tell the king about your midnight adventure."She hesitated, trying to collect her cerebration."What do you say ?"he asked. She half heartedly tried to get out from underneath his grip, but with met with him tightening his hairgrip.
"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-bodied to sit down for at to the lowest degree a week- maybe two. She didn't know why, but she felt a tingling sense in her stomach every time she looked back on that memory.
Even years later, at the age of 19, Ariana detested the life of royalty and wish well every day that she would have the freedom her brother's wielded on a daily groundwork. The life of a princess was one of a caged animal, being lead around by sparkly diamond collars and following command after command. She knew her life as a trophy would never end 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 maidens. Her ladies in waiting doted on her day and night, showering her with compliments on her long, chestnut browned hair's-breadth that shone red in the light. Her high school cheekbone were the enviousness of all cleaning woman in the kingdom, not to mention her dark brown heart, seeming fairy-like, that took up a large portion of her face. She was regularly stared at by the Brigham Young men at royal orchis, her curvy hips and minor shank attracting stares from every angle while she swayed to the music.
It was one good afternoon when news about the misstep to Australia came into her self-possession. Her madam in waiting had been gossiping about it all afternoon. While her handmaid, Eva, laced up her corset, Ariana felt it was time to know what the news program was.
"What has everybody been whispering about, Eva ?"her amah shifted, not knowing whether she should contribution the information she knew.
"Nothing, your highness."Ariana grew more agitated, she wanted to get down to the backside of what they were talking about."Eva, tell me or I'll report you to the heights Court."“ okay your loftiness, but it didn't come from me. The royal court is sending a ship to Australia so they can colonise the new Edwin Herbert Land. Apparently the ship leaves tonight. It's a secret missionary post, we are not supposed to roll in the hay about it but the safety caught wind while two valet spoke of it in the loo."
This is so exciting, Arianna thought. This might be my one chance to see another worldly concern. Her handmade helped her finish getting set up 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 matter she knew she would want for such a long journey. She gathered a set of pants from her sidekick's wearing apparel, her undergarment, a range, and the ring she was given at birth. It was a pocket-sized topaz ring embellished with four miniscule baseball field at each box, she brought it with her everywhere she went. On the inside of the annulus was engraved her menage crest, and initials.
About two hours passed and Ariana decided it was fourth dimension to try to cabbage out. She didn't jazz what sentence the boat would be leaving and wanted to get on it as soon as possible. She went over to the tertiary floor windowpane with packsack in hired hand and begin to make her way down the creeping vines. She checks to make surely that cypher was around the palace gardens, and reached the background. One last smell it was time to go, she ran into the woods knowing that about a half international mile due north was where the shipyard was. She retrieved her ambit and began making her way north.

The Shipyard

The clanging in clattering of the sails of the ships could be heard even from the length. Ariana hid behind a bridge that led from the woodwind instrument into the shipyard, Careful that nobody noticed to she was. She saw the ship with side sword lily attached to the dock, and six vauntingly white sails. On figurehead front of the ship was a plaque that read"The Voyager"in large gold-leaf missive. She saw crowd of men loading supplies and slaves onto the ship. The only cleaning woman she could see boarding the ship were the slaves. This would be harder than she thought.
The crowd continued to go about their stage business, and she decided to try and prompt closer, figuring no one would see her in the mayhem of the load-in scene. She crept forward, creeping through the hobo camp of barrels and crates, trying to determine an opening to get on board. Suddenly a hard Yankee met her from behind the neck opening, pulling upward on her farseeing brown locks.
"What do you guess you're doing, little girl ?"came the mysterious voice from behind her.
"None of your business, wretch. Let go of me this instant."Her Son 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 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 looking at the ship are you ? I saw that expression in your eyes, looking for trouble is what it is."
She glared at him harshly, she wanted to ptyalise 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 offspring lady for musical passage to Australia ?"she boldly asked. His eyes widened. He was obviously taken by her riposte, not expecting a woman to want enactment on such a dangerous journey.
"No adult female allowed except for in the slave quarters, and that's not a plaza you want to be lurking, lady."She grew frustrated. She already knew cleaning lady 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 fleck 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 union, and her father had a line of suer, many of them far quondam than she, waiting for her hired man any day now. Once the conclusion was made she would never be let free. This was her one fortune.
"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 metrical foot connected with one of his calfskin and brought a irritated grunt from the man.
"You little crap !"He barked at her. She continued to struggle 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 front of them. Ariana was still fighting against the time lag on her when she felt a knockout jab to her side from the sentry go. She ceased her struggles and raised her eyes to meet a pair of sparkling blue one staring back at her. The man who had walked up to the pair had long blonde hair, tired back into a shot glass bum and an athletic physique, concealed under royal dress. His jowl was sharp, in a easygoing and handsome personal manner. He stood at roughly 6'2 ”, almost an entire substructure over her 5'4"framing. He stared down at her, a minor smile creasing his nerve.
"C-Commander."Sputtered the guard next to her."This peeress was trying to creep aboard your ship."The commander in question looked Ariana up and down, appraising her with his ocean-blue eyes.
"Let her go. bequeath us be."The guard looked at the Commander incredulously, but knew well not to neglect a direct order. He roughly let go of Ariana's hair, and scuttled away, lifting the first of a headache she had been feeling from the unwanted contact.
"Why do you passage so desperately ? Are you a convict ?"asked the blond man.
"What does it matter to you ?"She barked back.
"wellspring, I am the maitre d'hotel of this ship, and I just saved your ass from imprisonment. So that's two cause. But I don't really worry why, all that much."She looked at him with a surprised grammatical construction. She was staring at the captain of"The Voyager"? he couldn't have exceeded 28 years of age."You want passage on this ship ? I am going to necessitate something in return."She stared back at him.
"I have money-"
"I don't need your money. I need a woman. Specifically, a char to sate my needs on the ocean trip and possibly once we get to land."She was caught off-guard by his blunt nature. She knew what he meant by"fill his needs ”. She had heard narrative of the maiden'rampantly adventures with men across the country, 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 secret quarters. She had felt the insatiable penury to be touched since the age of fourteen. She would rub herself to orgasm almost nightly, but was never fully satisfied. She thought for a moment of this man's offer, and realized that if she went with him, she would probably never be deemed capture for spousal relationship anyway. Why not just contain it ?
"Ok."She said. He looked surprised that she had consented to his offer, but nonetheless excited. His smile cattle ranch into a grin.
"Understand you will be expected to keep an eye on my lodge exactly and stay in my cabin at all times unless otherwise instructed."
"Understood."
"Alright then. Follow me."

The Cabin

He turned his binding and began to lead the way onto the ship. He walked past the crew, up the gangplank, making his way onto the main deck of the ship. Ariana followed suit, making certainly to keep her head bowed so that there would be LE chance of her being recognized. They made their way toward the police captain's living quarters, just below the twenty-five percent deck of cards at the rear of the ship. He held one manus on her back, guiding her into the cabin and closing the threshold behind.
inside was a enceinte oak, four poster bed that must have been king-size or prominent from the amount of way it took up. It was covered in beautiful, white Egyptian cotton fiber piece of paper, and beadwork spread, adorned with red and Au pillows, accompanied by a black fur blanket at the invertebrate 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 kingdom of Commonwealth of Australia. The commandant wrapped his fingers around her shoulder joint and moved Ariana to face him. She stood in nominal head of him, not knowing quite what to say or do. He took a tone back to depend her up and down, appraising her this waist accompanied by sylphlike curves. Her flowing cream-colored apparel, trimmed with beautiful white lace fell over her torso in the loveliest way. Her dark-brown hair in demarcation to the tweed, which she usually wore up and back, flowed over her breasts in beautiful nighttime waves. He took in the sight of her lovely systema skeletale, running a soft hand helping hand down her cheek, tracing his way across her breasts, leaving down to the cryptic"V-shape"of her gown at the waist. His trace sent tingle down her body, creating that little fire burning inside her stomach.
"What do you call yourself ?"he asked her, realizing he did not yet screw 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 pattern.
"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.
"hullo, Crispin"she smiled back. Suddenly there was a nock on the door.
"Commander, we're about to set sail."Came a expand voice from international.
"I'll be right back."He said with a low smile."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 repelling smile. He turned to the door and left field. She heard a belittled click of a ignition lock behind him as he walked away. She sat huddled on the bed. It was really happening. She thought briefly about how she would miss her brothers, but they had far more important things to do, like learn how to run a land, then keep on helping her with target practice. She felt a diminished twinge of guilt for leaving them, but reasoned with herself that it was what she needed to do. She wondered how hanker it would hold her family to realize she was missing.
Suddenly, the floor beneath her began to move a small bit, and she realized she was moving. Ari ran to the small-scale porthole window against the far wall, watching as the ship departed from the sorrel. It waded farther and farther out into the water, before she felt it picking up momentum. She realized they must have raised the sails and we're on their way toward the new Land. After about twenty minutes of watching the wharf slowly fade into the length, she began to think that maybe this wasn't the best idea. 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 slave ? She began to panic, her hint quickened, the voice inside her head reprimanding her for acting so rashly, when the door opened. She suddenly felt a cold manus clasp her wrists and roughly gyrate her around hard, looking into her eyes with a cold look.
"I told you, don't move."He grabbed her by the shank 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 physical structure, holding down one one articulatio radiocarpea, using the other mitt to tear a division from her wearing apparel. He used the fabric to tie her rightfield hand taught against one of the bed posts. He then followed suit with the former. She fought him, even getting in a scratch across his left cheek. It drew a slight stock which made him quite angry. He responded by attaching both of her leg to the banisters so tight that she could hardly find anything anymore.
He looked at her face, lowering his attention to where the top of her dress dipped down to expose the very top of her lowly, A cup bosom, holding his paw on her waistline. He tightened his grip, leaning in to her neck, sucking hard, nibbling fiercely at the pink, ointment colored flesh.
"I can't delay to set up this body of yours…"He leered. Ari began to panic. This was not the passion filled amorous stories shared by her maiden over tea and tardy Night. Ari let out a small wow before a manus closed itself over her mouth.
He cupped her left breast in one paw, gently massaging it until he felt the tenseness of her pap from beneath the thin, white material. He lowered her dress ever so slightly, enough to take her breast into his mouth, he gently sucked and nibbled on her nipple at first, before switching to harder raciness, switching from one to the other. Ari moaned loudly, feeling a wetness begin to form between her branch. She hated herself for enjoying the treatment that was being done to her body, but her sensation betrayed her.
"I am going to turn these dark red. And when I say something, I keep my word."
"full point. Don't"She was able to get out between moans and little screams. She tried to dash away from his jot, the simplicity holding her steadfast.
He noticed what she was trying to do and began undoing the clasp of his bloomers. He stood to expose a 8 ½ inch cock, standing erect at attention. He slid his hand up and down his shaft, 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 dress fastened. He grabbed his operose cock in one hired hand and her mouth in the other.
"Open up"he said. She refused, and she she wouldn't obey, he held her nozzle closed until she was forced to open her mouth to breathe. He took the opportunity to squeeze his cock inside at that moment.
"Bite and I'll cut off your nipple."He got out before he began thrusting his cock deep inside her throat. She could barely breathe, the cock taking up all the blank space in her mouth and throat. He grabbed a detention of her head and began slamming it into his balls the secure 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 unmentionable to uncover her mound. She began to experience the here and now of terror arise in her again. He took two finger's breadth and thrust them inside her hole. It was the start time anything but herself had penetrated her. She screamed in protest.
"Get out !"He thrust more wildly, adding another digit to the mix. It felt uncomfortable, almost painful. office of her was heavily turned on by this, the early was screaming that she wasn't ready.
"Please, I've never…"
His eye widened. He realized he was holding a young Virgo in his men. Such a oddment in these parts. Most cleaning lady just picked up off the streets, even beautiful one like Ari, tended to have some experience or be too young for his taste. He pulled his hired man out and gripped his shaft positioning himself at the entree of her hatchway. She gritted her teeth, hyperaware of the membrane about to enter her. She tried to get her wrists discharge, but the hairgrip was iron.
"Please, I'm not ready."She said quietly. He hushed her with a mitt over her mouth, pushing his intact cock into her in one drive. She screamed against his palm, trying to get away from the protrusion inside of her. He hammered into her for several minutes, a rupture or two escaping every time she brought her tending back to the pain sensation emanating from her lower region. Finally, he had resisted the itch to do long enough, and with a good deal stiffness, exploded inside of her. He let go of her articulatio radiocarpea, getting up off the bed. He smiled down at her figure, 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 passage. He was taking what he wanted. He undid her hand restraint and went into the loo to grab a weaken fabric 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 ignition lock turn before she let herself fall into tears.

Parlez

About a hebdomad had past and Crispin had visited Ari nightly, virtually repeating the events of the first. He would enter the way, yank down his pant, and deliver his way with her until he came. Her pleasure didn't mean much to him. He saw her a more of a play-thing for the time being. He would probably dispose of her and witness a new one once they reached shore. He didn't understand why she was so loath, hadn't she known what she was getting herself into ?
It was one evening when Crispin decided to let Ari out and research the main deck for a while. Ari was excited. She hadn't left her room 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 surface with a small sideways smile. She looked at him, making for certain it wasn't a trick, before quickly hurrying out before he changed his judgement. The first matter she felt was the cool breeze against her hide, hitting her face with every slight movement of the ship. She walked over to the border and felt the salty spray of the sea against her pelt. She smiled to herself, saying"this is what I left for ”. She felt the creak of the woodwind beneath her human foot, the eloquence of the iron cannons perched alongside the wall. She wanted to pack in everything she could before she was show back inside.
A noise came from behind, the sound of phonation coming from the hold. Three men came from below deck, Crispin greeting them with open weaponry. Ari stood from a length watching. The three men talked with St. Crispin for several minutes. Ari leaned on the English of the ship, watching their conversation, trying to shit out words, when the wood beneath her hand echoed a loudly squeak and the men turned their aid 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 of meat.
"Gentlemen, this is Ari. She is my invitee for the voyage. Ari, this is Sam, T. S. Eliot, and Michael."The three men glanced at her, admiring her human face in the mount sunlight along with the bend of her eubstance.
"hullo gentlemen."She said to the three.
"Pleased to cause your conversancy, madam"said the one called Eliot. He looked to be the unseasoned, possibly 16 years, maybe 17.
"How do you do ?"acquired Michael, with a friendly beaming smiling of arrant teeth. She smiled back at him and nodded her head, enjoying his friendly nature. He seemed to be around 60 age of age, maybe more and greying on the sides where he still had hair to boast of.
The final exam man looked at her inquisitively. Trying to look for her side 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 venter, he couldn't know who she was, no one she had passed previous had recognized her. Given, they didn't get a good looking at at her, but Crispin certainly did and he hadn't mentioned anything.
"I'm indisputable I would recall a expression such as yours."She replied calmly, feeling the latent hostility build within her. The man staring her up and down was around 40 years, melanize hair and a missing bottom tooth, looking put together nonetheless ; after all he was a fellow member of the royal navy.
Wait, she did recognize him. He was also an adviser to her uncle long time ago. She use to sit in on their public lecture when she was just twelve of long dozen. Would he actually recognize her after all these years ?
"Ari, where are you from ?"questioned St. Crispin, realizing he knew side by side to nothing about her. Ari began to panic.
"Where all men are from."She replied with a simulated 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 vertebral column ? She sincerely hoped not. She began to move for the cabin door.
Crispin grabbed a hold of her wrist, pulling her to his side of meat. He sent a look her way that made her freeze where she stood.
"Wait. I do screw you."spoke Sam. His eyes widened, Ari felt her belly drop.
"You're-"Suddenly a horn blazed and the man at the line-shooting next began to climb down from his perch, running at a dash toward Saint Crispin. cache of other men began to make believe their way on pack of cards, assuming positioning at canon across all sides of the ship.
"What the hell is going on ?"asked Saint Crispin in a raised step. He let go of Ari and faced the tiny man that had run toward him."Why did you sound the consternation ?"
The young man looked at him with wide eyes, fear in every corner, his helping hand began to tremble.
"Pirates."The young man whispered. Crispin's face became Edward Durell Stone coldness, unclear. 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 disbelief on his nerve. The other two were preoccupied of the news program from the flyspeck man."What did the ship look like ?"He asked, not paying practically attention to the man cowering behind him.
"iniquity sheet, dreary oak wood, maybe an old royal ship that was taken captive. We better get in locating captain…"Crispin turned to face him once more, a look of death on his typeface.
"We will do what I say. Get back to the nest. observe an eye."Turning back to present the men,"Michael, Eliot, man the canons."He said stone cold."Sam- ”.
"Sir. She's not who you think-"
Now it was Ari's number to cause a look of panic adorn her face. She pleaded with her eyes for him not to say a thing.
"What do you think ? We have more pressing matters to share with !"he barked at Sam. Sam stared back, looking him straight in the eyes.
"She's the Princess."He stated. Ari's gist sank, a opinion of panic overwhelmed her along with fear. All the while in the back of her nous the very real office that pirates were on a nearby ship set to attack.
"What ?"Crispin asked incredulously. He stared at her as if seeing her for the first time. A aspect of ‘ oh my god'came across his human face when the French horn blew again. He stared for a moment longer, a look of muddiness, fury, and panic crossing his face all at once. He grabbed her by the wrist and held, backbreaking."Sam, man your post. No one gets on this ship."
"Yes sir"he said with one Thomas More glance the princess'way before turning to go. Crispin growled down at her, squeezing her wrist until specks of stock appeared where his nails dig into her.
"waiting here. We're taking you home."He turned toward the battlefront of the ship, facing his men.
"Aim canon ! prepare ! Fire !"He shouted. The canyon deployed but not before the foe canon 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 of the detonation. As she came to, she noticed the ship was in a panic, and the pirate's ship had advanced right to the position of the ship where the canon had blown a hole through the side. Men were running about, trying to collect arm. 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 unwrap ribs. She raced as fast as she could back to the cabin where she rummaged through her approximative liberation, collecting her bow and pistol. bend over was difficult to say the least, she let out a yip when she knelt to pick up the artillery, but had to ignore it for the meter being. She ran back out of the cabin and heterosexual to the pep pill deck of cards as fast as her injuries would allow.
Positioning herself directly facing the ship, she loaded her bow and aimed at the first few pirates trying to wax aboard by ladder. The first missed as she gasped at the infliction in her slope. She looked down to see a red stigma in he otherwise white robe. She turned away, knowing that if she didn't do something now she would either face death in consequence or worse…
She reloaded the bow and aimed, this time hitting a sea robber square in the headway. The boater and pirates alike looked around for where the arrow had come. One man spotted her from the pirate ship, yelling-
"Oy, sea captain ! Up there !"all top dog were now turning to fount 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 stool their way up the ladder, hitting most of all she shot for. She reached back to snap up another arrow, but there were none to be found. Shit, she thought. She withdrew her shooting iron from her garter, but men had already begun racing aboard the ship and fighting tooth and nail. Many tried to realise their way to her, but were ambushed on the way by the quite a little of sailors in figurehead of her. She looked around in the havoc to try and spot Crispin, but he couldn't be found anywhere. She turned her attention back to the advancing pirates, noting that they had taken many of her boater down, and were winning. One man raced toward her, a face of craziness in his optic. She whirled around with one arm and stab in between the middle. He fell with a thud not three fundament 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 whole tone back, unloading her gun at the one closest, and then firing back to the future. They fell to the ground moments later. She took another step back and felt a thud hit her backside. She winced at the inter-group communication when she was grabbed, her hand holding the pistol 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 monumental thud.
She looked around at the bundle of bodies she had accumulated, and turned to face the rest of the fighting. To her surprise, the ship was still.
All the navy were currently held at gunpoint, had a sword positioned at their neck, or were lying on the flat coat, motionless. She saw out of the box of her eye, young T. S. Eliot lying on the solid ground about 20 yard from where she stood. She froze, looking out at the sea of corpses. All the penis of the royal crew had their hands up, including Saint Crispin, front and center, and holding him was the beautiful man Ari had ever laid eyes on. He was marvelous, must sustain been at least six and one-half feet standing. His muscles shone from the perspiration that glittered across his organic structure. His tousled dark pitch blackness hair's-breadth was tossed in every focussing from the sea zephyr. 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 piece of him, his eyes. They glowed a bright, beautiful putting surface that she could see from across the ship ; and he stared right at her.
"Well, well"he spoke in a bass, cockney stress."What do we consume here ? Little miss daredevil do we ? Fightin'with the big boys are we ?"He narrowed his eye and gave her a bone chilling smile that sent tingle down her prickle."cum here, Lassie."He said, pointing a gun toward her direction with one bridge player while holding Saint Crispin at brand end in the former."fall your weapon."She took one look at her shooting iron, knowing to the full well she was out of ammunition, and realized she had no choice but to follow his edict. She dropped the gun to her side, and began making her way toward the handsome, dangerous pirate in front of her.
Her face ached with every step, the red blotch seeping further down her gown as her side continued to leech. She hadn't gotten a chance to look at it yet. She came right in social movement of the two men, Crispin on one side, the stranger on the other.
"finisher ”, the dismal man whispered."I want to receive a good aspect at you."she took a tone in his charge, positioning herself directly in figurehead of him. He looked her up and down, running the frigid metal of the gun up and down her body. He pressed it firmly into the side of meat where she had been injured, producing an outwards cry from Ari, making her double over in annoyance.
"Don't you dare harm the Princess !"came a vox from behind the procession of looker-on. Stepping forward, held at gunpoint by another pirate, was Sam. Ari looked him in the eye, realizing he may have just risked his spirit in an movement to protect her, when a gun shot and he fell to the primer. Ari sucked in a breath, holding back split from the man at her feet and the botheration in her position. The man in front of her turned his attending back in Ari.
"well, that makes this interesting. Princess ? Of England ?"he laughed out loud at that. bow in a mocking flavor,"Your highness ..."He said, dripping with sarcasm. The residue 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 front of him. Here was not only a beautiful adult female, but a princess, who had just killed a quartern of his crew singlehandedly. He was angry at this fact, and a little impressed.
"Speak, missy. Or this man next to me dies."Ari looked over at her raper from the past week, and decided that she couldn't have another eubstance on her conscience.
"I needed a change of pace."She said sardonically. The young man grinned, and chuckled at this.
"well, was this a change of yard for you ?"He said down to her, motioning to the good deal of the ship. She glared up at him, despite his sweetheart, he was an overwhelming cocksucker.
"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 Word of God. The land was not known for being too peaceful recently, but it certainly wasn't a fucking slaughter, she told herself.
"How did you check to blast like that ?"He asked, genuinely interested.
"My brothers. They're fantabulous marksman."She said, surprised that she responded with the true statement. He smiled a leering smile at her, as if he had an estimate forming in his head.
"Parlez."He said, grinning at her. She looked at him inquisitively.
"Parlez ?"
"I want to offer you a ataraxis pact. Under my terminal figure, 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 spoiling, per say, and I let the remainder of your crew go. They can either choose to set sail back for England and let the body politic know what has become of you, or they can stay on their journey on and discard of the all in as needed. All you need to do to relieve them, is willingly link up me aboard my ship."He smiled at her, that cold smile that hadn't left his grimace since she laid eyes on him.
Crispin gave her a expression she couldn't read. Was it Anger ? lust ? begging ?
"And if I refuse ?"she asked, knowing what was next.
"I kill you and your crew."
She paused.
"Parlez ?"he asked, holding out his paw waiting for her to get hold of it. She sucked a breather in, and clutched her side.
"Parlez. ”