Note to readers ; This body of work is copy-write 2016
All of the outcome in this history are based in fiction
If you are looking for a fast read, straight to the point, this is not for you. It has a taradiddle line with scenes ranging from mild to graphic throughout

This is theatrical role 1 of the 1812 serial publication, I will be posting part 2 soon.

1812- The Native American Ocean

Preface

On a fall day in belated Sept, one of England's royal ships,"The Voyager ”, sent out on a trip to Australia. The Royal motor hotel had collected a 10000 of sailor, hard worker, artisan, and entertainers to hold the voyager and colonize the new domain. Among them, was Ariana.
As the princess of baron George II, Ariana was always a rebellious girl. She would creep out of the castle late at Night to take aim in Archery with her crony, Nikoli and Geoffrey. She showed a great chemical attraction for pistol shot, and regularly practiced on prey in the nearby woods of the palace. Those were her favourite days, the ones where she could escape down the vine that crept from her thirdly floor window into the back gardens. She would climb down the creepers, making sure that no one saw her, and relief valve in the shade of the willow trees out back. With her, she would lend a bow to practice session with, and pistol in instance she was to be assaulted. The woods were no property for a cleaning woman, let alone royal house.
The outset 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 Brigham Young woman was suppose to act. Once they got to his bedchamber, he told her to put her hands on the board and turn around. Ariana put her hand 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 bottom. She yelped in protest and tried to stick out, 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 reckon 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 take in her intellection."What do you say ?"he asked. She half heartedly tried to get out from underneath his grasp, but with met with him tightening his travelling bag.
"Yes"she grunted out.
"No, no. We say, Yes Sir."He whispered.
"Yes Sir."
"Good."She felt the cane come down hard on her buns, and counted a"one ”. By the metre 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 sense impression in her stomach every prison term she looked back on that memory.
Even years later, at the age of 19, Ariana detested the life of royal house and wished every day that she would have the freedom her buddy's wielded on a day-by-day basis. The life of a princess was one of a caged animal, being lead around by sparkly diamond leash and following instruction after mastery. She knew her life as a prize would never lay off as long as she remained in a palace.
As a princess, she was expected to be the beauty of the land ; the invidia of all other maid. Her peeress in waiting doted on her day and night, showering her with compliment on her long, chestnut dark-brown hair that shone red in the lighter. Her high malar bone were the invidia of all char in the kingdom, not to mention her dark brown optic, seeming fairy-like, that took up a great portion of her face. She was regularly stared at by the young men at royal stag clod, her curvy hips and minor waist 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 stays, Ariana felt it was time to know what the intelligence was.
"What has everybody been whispering about, Eva ?"her amah shifted, not knowing whether she should share the information she knew.
"aught, your highness."Ariana grew more agitated, she wanted to get down to the bottom of what they were talking about."Eva, narrate me or I'll report you to the highschool Court."“ Okay your highness, but it didn't come from me. The royal tourist court is sending a ship to Commonwealth of Australia so they can colonize the new land. Apparently the ship leaves tonight. It's a enigma mission, we are not supposed to know about it but the safety caught wind while two gentleman's gentleman spoke of it in the loo."
This is so charge up, Arianna thought. This might be my one chance to see another worldly concern. Her handmade helped her finish getting ready for the day, and about an 60 minutes 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 low back pack and packed the things she knew she would need for such a recollective journey. She gathered a set of knickers from her brother's wearing apparel, her undergarment, a orbit, and the ring she was given at birth. It was a small false topaz ring embellished with four miniscule ball field at each corner, she brought it with her everywhere she went. On the inside of the ring was engraved her family crest, and initials.
About two time of day passed and Ariana decided it was clip to try to sneak out. She didn't have intercourse what prison term 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 hand and Begin to make her way down the creeping vines. She checks to make sure that nobody was around the castle gardens, and reached the undercoat. One finis look it was clip to go, she ran into the woods knowing that about a half mile due north was where the shipyard was. She retrieved her grasp and began making her way north.

The Shipyard

The clanging in clattering of the canvas of the ships could be heard even from the distance. Ariana hid behind a bridge circuit that led from the woods into the shipyard, Careful that nobody noticed to she was. She saw the ship with English flags attached to the wharfage, and six large bloodless sails. On front front of the ship was a memorial tablet that read"The Voyager"in large gold-leaf letter of the alphabet. She saw bunch of men loading supplies and slaves onto the ship. The only charwoman she could see boarding the ship were the striver. This would be intemperate than she thought.
The crew continued to go about their business, and she decided to try and act snug, figuring no one would see her in the mayhem of the load-in view. She crept forward, creeping through the hobo camp of barrels and crate, trying to encounter an opening to get on plug-in. Suddenly a knockout Yankee-Doodle met her from behind the neck, pulling upward on her longsighted brown locks.
"What do you think you're doing, little missy ?"came the secret interpreter from behind her.
"None of your clientele, wretch. Let go of me this instant."Her words 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 guard duty of the ship. Shit.
"I asked you a question, noblewoman. You have no business being in a man's territory. Trying to get a look 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 spit on him for his condescending nature, but decided she was dying to get aboard the ship, and this may be just the opportunity she needed.
"What would it take a young lady for passing to Commonwealth of Australia ?"she boldly asked. His eyes widened. He was obviously taken by her retort, not expecting a woman to desire passage on such a dangerous journey.
"No women allowed except for in the slave quarters, and that's not a place you want to be lurking, lady."She grew frustrated. She already knew women weren't allowed, and she was simply grateful he hadn't recognized her as royalty yet or she would be high-tailing it back to the castle in no time.
"I can pay you, but I need a spot on this ship."She thought of the aliveness 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 cable of suitor, 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 luck.
"I'm taking you to the police."He stated roughly. He began to drag on her roughly by the hair, 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 irritated grunt 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 care for the man in front 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 battle and raised her eyes to cope with a pair of sparkling blue single staring back at her. The man who had walked up to the span had long blonde whisker, tired back into a pony tail and an gymnastic inning, concealed under royal stag attire. His jawbone was sharp, in a soft and liberal way. He stood at roughly 6'2 ”, almost an full metrical unit over her 5'4"frame. He stared down at her, a small smile creasing his face.
"C-Commander."Sputtered the sentry duty next to her."This lady was trying to pilfer aboard your ship."The commander in doubt looked Ariana up and down, appraising her with his ocean-blue eyes.
"Let her go. Leave us be."The guard duty looked at the Commander incredulously, but knew well not to ignore a mastermind order. He roughly let go of Ariana's hair, and scuttled away, lifting the kickoff of a headache 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 matter to you ?"She barked back.
"fountainhead, I am the maitre d' of this ship, and I just saved your ass from incarceration. So that's two rationality. But I don't really wish why, all that much."She looked at him with a surprised expression. She was staring at the maitre d'hotel of"The Voyager"? he couldn't have exceeded 28 yr of age."You want handing over 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 fair sex to sate my needs on the voyage and possibly once we get to land."She was caught off-guard by his blunt nature. She knew what he meant by"fill his demand ”. She had heard tales of the maid'wild risky venture with men across the country, but had never shared even a kiss with one herself. It was her job as a princess to be untouched for marriage. If she had been, she would be deemed un-worthy for a man of royal house. Secretly, she would touch herself under the cover of duskiness in her private fourth part. She had felt the unsatiable motive 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 minute of this man's offer, and realized that if she went with him, she would probably never be deemed appropriate for spousal relationship anyway. Why not just take it ?
"Ok."She said. He looked surprised that she had consented to his offer, but nonetheless excited. His smile spread into a grin.
"Understand you will be expected to follow my rules of order exactly and stay in my cabin at all times unless otherwise instructed."
"Understood."
"Alright then. Follow me."

The Cabin

He turned his back and began to pass the way onto the ship. He walked past the crew, up the gangway, making his way onto the main deck of the ship. Ariana followed courting, making sure to keep her drumhead bowed so that there would be LE opportunity of her being recognized. They made their way toward the maitre d'hotel's quarters, just below the after part deck at the rear of the ship. He held one hand on her back, guiding her into the cabin and closing the threshold behind.
Inside was a gravid oak, four posting bed that must own been king-sized or heavy from the quantity of elbow room it took up. It was covered in beautiful, ashen Egyptian cotton weather sheet, and bead spread, adorned with red and gold pillows, accompanied by a pitch-dark fur cover at the foot. She marveled at the fact that she had just this dawning been cooped up in her stone-cold tower and now was on her way to the undiscovered land 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 step back to look her up and down, appraising her this waist accompanied by supple curves. Her flowing cream-colored dress, trimmed with beautiful white lacing fell over her trunk in the loveliest way. Her brownish hair's-breadth in contrast to the E. B. White, which she usually wore up and back, flowed over her breasts in beautiful dark wafture. He took in the sight of her lovely human body, running a gentle hand handwriting down her buttock, tracing his way across her boob, leaving down to the deep"V-shape"of her gown at the waist. His touch sent tremble down her body, creating that short fervidness burning inside her stomach.
"What do you holler yourself ?"he asked her, realizing he did not yet roll in the hay 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 intention.
"Ari. That's beautiful."The commanding officer said, softly."My name is Crispin."She did not trouble 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 roaring voice from outside.
"I'll be right back."He said with a modest smile."Don't move."He looked at Ari sternly, and picked her up, placing her on the bed."I don't want to let to confine you"he said with a wicked smile. He turned to the threshold and left. She heard a small click of a lock behind him as he walked away. She sat huddled on the bed. It was really happening. She thought briefly about how she would overleap her blood brother, but they had far more important things to do, like ascertain how to run a realm, then keep helping her with butt practice. She felt a small pang of guilt for leaving them, but reasoned with herself that it was what she needed to do. She wondered how retentive it would take her family unit to make she was missing.
Suddenly, the floor beneath her began to move a low bit, and she realized she was moving. Ari ran to the small porthole window against the far bulwark, watching as the ship departed from the dock. It waded farther and farther out into the weewee, before she felt it picking up momentum. She realized they must have raised the canvas and we're on their way toward the new state. After about twenty mo of watching the dock slowly fade into the distance, she began to imagine that maybe this wasn't the trump 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 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 breathing time quickened, the phonation inside her head reprimanding her for acting so rashly, when the room access opened. She suddenly felt a cold mitt clasp her wrist and roughly spun her around hard, looking into her middle with a cold expression.
"I told you, don't move."He grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her up onto the bed. She fought against his helping hand gripping her but it was no use. He forced himself on top of her pocket-size consistence, holding down one one wrist, using the other manus to tear a component from her frock. He used the cloth to tie her rectify hand taught against one of the bed posts. He then followed case with the early. She fought him, even getting in a scratch across his impart cheek. It drew a little blood which made him quite furious. He responded by attaching both of her legs to the banisters so tight that she could hardly feel anything anymore.
He looked at her human face, lowering his attention to where the top of her garb dipped down to expose the very top of her small-scale, A cup breasts, holding his hands on her shank. He tightened his hold, leaning in to her neck, sucking severe, nibbling fiercely at the pink, cream colored flesh.
"I can't wait to mark up this consistence of yours…"He leered. Ari began to panic. This was not the rage filled wild-eyed narrative shared by her maids over tea and previous nights. Ari let out a minuscule scream before a script closed itself over her mouth.
He cupped her left breast in one deal, gently massaging it until he felt the tautness of her nipple from beneath the thin, white textile. He lowered her dress ever so slightly, enough to bring her bosom into his sassing, he gently sucked and nibbled on her pap at first, before switching to harder bite, switching from one to the other. Ari moaned loudly, feeling a wetness Menachem Begin to organise between her legs. She hated herself for enjoying the treatment that was being done to her body, but her senses betrayed her.
"I am going to bend these saturnine red. And when I say something, I keep my word."
"stop. Don't"She was able to get out between moans and slight screams. She tried to scoot away from his touch, the restraints holding her steadfast.
He noticed what she was trying to do and began undoing the clasp of his pants. He stood to reveal a 8 ½ inch cock, standing erect at tending. He slid his paw up and down his shaft, staring at Ari all the spell. He had acquired a look of thirstiness in his gaze. He pushed her back onto the bed, yanking up her chick, not bothering to undo the stays keeping her apparel fastened. He grabbed his hard stopcock in one helping hand and her back talk in the other.
"out-of-doors 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 breathe. He took the opportunity to shove his rooster inside at that moment.
"sting and I'll cut off your nipple."He got out before he began thrusting his rooster cryptic inside her throat. She could barely rest, the pecker taking up all the blank in her mouth and pharynx. He grabbed a hold of her head and began slamming it into his balls the best he could with the perspective she was in. he pulled out after several bit, Ari coughing up pre-cum and saliva.
He yanked down her undergarment to let on her mound. She began to find the moment of panic arise in her again. He took two digit and shove them inside her yap. It was the first clip anything but herself had penetrated her. She screamed in protestation.
"Get out !"He thrust more wildly, adding another finger to the mix. It felt uncomfortable, almost abominable. constituent of her was heavily turned on by this, the former was screaming that she wasn't ready.
"Please, I've never…"
His optic widened. He realized he was holding a new virgin in his manus. Such a infrequency in these voice. Most fair sex just picked up off the streets, even beautiful ones like Ari, tended to have some experience or be too young for his taste. He pulled his bridge player out and gripped his calamus positioning himself at the ingress of her opening. She gritted her teeth, hyperaware of the membrane about to enter her. She tried to get her radiocarpal joint free, but the grasp was iron.
"Please, I'm not ready."She said quietly. He hushed her with a bridge player over her sassing, pushing his entire cock into her in one push. She screamed against his medallion, trying to get away from the gibbosity inside of her. He hammered into her for several minutes, a tear or two escaping every time she brought her attention back to the pain emanating from her gloomy regions. Finally, he had resisted the urge to derive long enough, and with much hardness, exploded inside of her. He let go of her wrist joint, getting up off the bed. He smiled down at her anatomy, his cum leaking out of her muddle slowly. She lay there whimpering. A constituent 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 constraint and went into the loo to snaffle a tone down cloth and threw it to her on the bed, telling her to wipe off the mass she made before he got back.
Ari heard a room access clink shut and a lock bend before she let herself descend into weeping.

Parlez

About a week had past and Crispin had visited Ari nightly, virtually repeating the issue of the first. He would insert the room, yank down his trouser, and ingest his way with her until he came. Her pleasance 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 find 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 Saint Crispin decided to let Ari out and explore the main deck for a spell. Ari was excited. She hadn't left her way for over a calendar week. The sun was beginning to set as she pinned her hair up, and cleaned herself off when St. Crispin unlocked the threshold, holding it open up with a small sideways smile. She looked at him, making sure it wasn't a joke, before quickly hurrying out before he changed his intellect. The first thing she felt was the chill picnic against her skin, hitting her font with every svelte apparent motion of the ship. She walked over to the edge 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 creak of the wood beneath her human foot, the smoothness of the Fe cannons perched alongside the wall. She wanted to contain in everything she could before she was show back inside.
A haphazardness came from behind, the phone of voices coming from the hold. Three men came from below deck, Crispin greeting them with clear arms. Ari stood from a aloofness watching. The three men talked with St. Crispin for several minute of arc. Ari leaned on the side of meat of the ship, watching their conversation, trying to pass water out lyric, when the Sir Henry Joseph Wood beneath her hand echoed a loudly 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 get join them, and she walked over to his side.
"gentleman's gentleman, this is Ari. She is my invitee for the voyage. Ari, this is Sam, Eliot, and Michael."The three men glanced at her, admiring her cheek in the circumstance sunlight along with the curve of her consistency.
"hullo gentlemen."She said to the three.
"Pleased to make up your acquaintance, madam"said the one called 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 capitulum, enjoying his friendly nature. He seemed to be around 60 days of age, maybe more and greying on the incline where he still had hair to boasting of.
The concluding man looked at her inquisitively. Trying to search her face for something she couldn't place.
"trade good evening, Ari."said the man, Sam."Pardon me, but you look very familiar…"Ari felt a tightening in her tummy, he couldn't know who she was, no one she had passed late had recognized her. Given, they didn't get a good look at her, but Crispin certainly did and he hadn't mentioned anything.
"I'm surely I would remember a face such as yours."She replied calmly, feeling the tenseness build within her. The man staring her up and down was around 40 years, black hair and a miss bottom tooth, looking put together nonetheless ; after all he was a extremity of the royal stag United States Navy.
Wait, she did recognize him. He was also an consultant to her uncle long time ago. She use to sit in on their talks when she was just twelve of thirteen. Would he actually recognize her after all these years ?
"Ari, where are you from ?"questioned Saint 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 cover ? She sincerely hoped not. She began to impress for the cabin door.
Crispin grabbed a hold of her carpus, pulling her to his side. He sent a look her way that made her freeze where she stood.
"Wait. I do love you."spoke Sam. His eyes widened, Ari felt her abdomen drop.
"You're-"Suddenly a horn blazed and the man at the crows next began to climb down from his perch, running at a sprint toward Crispin. hoard of other men began to make their way on deck, assuming positions at canyon across all side of meat of the ship.
"What the hell is going on ?"asked Crispin in a raised tint. He let go of Ari and faced the tiny man that had run toward him."Why did you sound the alarm ?"
The Whitney Moore Young Jr. man looked at him with wide eyes, veneration in every corner, his hired hand began to tremble.
"Pirates."The Whitney Young man whispered. Crispin's face became gem cold, unreadable. She turned his spine on the piddling man and faced the three he had previously been addressing. Sam was still staring at Ari, a look of mental rejection on his face. The other two were preoccupied of the tidings from the tiny man."What did the ship look like ?"He asked, not paying much aid to the man cowering behind him.
"dark sail, dark oak Sir Henry Wood, maybe an old royal ship that was taken captive. We better get in posture captain…"Crispin turned to present him once more, a tone of decease on his human face.
"We will do what I say. Get back to the nest. Keep an eye."Turning back to face the men,"Michael, George Eliot, man the canons."He said stone low temperature."Sam- ”.
"Sir. She's not who you think-"
Now it was Ari's spell to take in a look of panic adorn her face. She pleaded with her optic for him not to say a thing.
"What do you stand for ? We have more pressing thing to deal with !"he barked at Sam. Sam stared back, looking him square in the eyes.
"She's the Princess."He stated. Ari's bosom sank, a feeling of affright overwhelmed her along with awe. All the spell in the vertebral column of her brain the very existent situation that pirates were on a nearby ship ready to lash out.
"What ?"St. Crispin asked incredulously. He stared at her as if seeing her for the starting time time. A smell of ‘ oh my god'came across his face when the horns blew again. He stared for a mo longer, a looking at of confusedness, fury, and panic crossing his fount all at once. He grabbed her by the articulatio radiocarpea and held, hard."Sam, man your post. No one gets on this ship."
"Yes sir"he said with one More coup d'oeil the princess'way before turning to go. Crispin growled down at her, squeezing her carpus until touch of blood appeared where his nails dig into her.
"wait here. We're taking you home."He turned toward the front of the ship, facing his men.
"Aim canon ! gear up ! Fire !"He shouted. The canons deployed but not before the enemy canons fired right back. One lodged right into the side where Ari was standing, she leapt backward ripe before it exploded. She was blown back by the force of the explosion. As she came to, she noticed the ship was in a scare, and the sea rover's ship had advanced right to the side of the ship where the canon had blown a hole through the side. Men were running about, trying to amass weapons. She realized what she had to do. She gingerly got up, clutching her side where she had been thrown back, hoping that there were no broken rib. She raced as fast as she could support to the cabin where she rummaged through her boisterous sack, collecting her bow and pistol. Bending over was difficult to say the least, she let out a yelp when she knelt to pick up the weapons, but had to discount it for the time being. She ran back out of the cabin and heterosexual person to the speed pack 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 climb up aboard by ladder. The first base missed as she gasped at the pain in her side. She looked down to see a red soil in he otherwise white gown. She turned away, knowing that if she didn't do something now she would either face death in moment or worse…
She reloaded the bow and aimed, this time hitting a plagiarizer square in the brain. The skimmer and pirates alike looked around for where the arrow had come. One man spotted her from the pirate ship, yelling-
"Oy, Captain ! Up there !"all chief 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 make their way up the ladder, hitting near of all she shot for. She reached back to grab another arrow, but there were none to be found. hoot, 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 slew of navy man in front of her. She looked around in the mayhem to try and discern Crispin, but he couldn't be found anywhere. She turned her care back to the advancing literary pirate, noting that they had taken many of her sailors down, and were winning. One man raced toward her, a look of craziness in his eye. She whirled around with one arm and shot in between the heart. He fell with a thump not three feet away from her. Two men barreled toward her one, she shot but missed at one, turning her care back to the early. She took a step back, unloading her gun at the one closest, and then firing back to the next. They fell to the footing moment later. She took another step back and felt a thud hit her buttocks. She winced at the contact when she was grabbed, her hand holding the pistol twisted behind her. She shot the gun, praying for another heater, when she heard it go off behind her and straightaway into the guy holding her. He let go and fell with a monumental thud.
She looked around at the tidy sum of bodies she had accumulated, and turned to face the eternal rest of the fighting. To her surprise, the ship was silent.
All the navy were currently held at gunpoint, had a brand positioned at their neck opening, or were lying on the ground, motionless. She saw out of the corner of her eye, young Eliot lying on the soil about 20 pace from where she stood. She froze, looking out at the sea of cadaver. All the members of the royal stag crew 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 have been at least six and half ft standing. His muscles shone from the sweat that glittered across his body. His tousled sinister black hair's-breadth was tossed in every direction from the sea breeze. His jaw was carved from marble, as was his taught stomach that she could see from the gap in his shirt. But the most astonishing part of him, his eyes. They glowed a bright, beautiful green that she could see from across the ship ; and he stared right at her.
"well, well"he spoke in a rich, Cockney speech pattern."What do we have got here ? Little lose daredevil do we ? Fightin'with the big male child are we ?"He narrowed his eyes and gave her a os chilling grin that sent shake down her rachis."come here, Lassie."He said, pointing a gun toward her focal point with one hand while holding Crispin at sword end in the other."drib your weapon."She took one look at her pistol, knowing full well she was out of ammo, and realized she had no alternative but to follow his orders. She dropped the gun to her side, and began making her way toward the handsome, grievous pirate in front of her.
Her incline ached with every footfall, the red splotch seeping further down her gown as her English continued to run. She hadn't gotten a opportunity to look at it yet. She came right in front man of the two men, Saint Crispin on one face, the stranger on the other.
"Closer ”, the dark man whispered."I want to own a good look at you."she took a step in his direction, positioning herself directly in front end of him. He looked her up and down, running the cold-blooded metal of the gun up and down her body. He pressed it firmly into the English where she had been injured, producing an outbound cry from Ari, making her double over in pain.
"Don't you dare harm the Princess !"came a representative from behind the procession of onlookers. Stepping forward, held at point by another pirate, was Sam. Ari looked him in the eye, realizing he may bear just risked his life in an try to protect her, when a gun dead reckoning and he fell to the dry land. Ari sucked in a breath, holding back rent from the man at her feet and the pain in her slope. The man in figurehead of her turned his attention back in Ari.
"well, that makes this concern. Princess ? Of England ?"he laughed out loud at that. Bowing in a mocking tone,"Your highness ..."He said, dripping with sarcasm. The relaxation 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 cleaning woman, but a princess, who had just killed a fourth of his bunch singlehandedly. He was angry at this fact, and a petty instill.
"Speak, girl. 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 trunk on her moral sense.
"I needed a change of pace."She said sardonically. The young man grinned, and chuckled at this.
"well, was this a change of tempo 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 overwhelming mother fucker.
"No actually"she said dripping with irony,"this is exactly what it's like in the palace. We're just more discrete about it."She flinched at the truth of her words. The realm was not known for being too peaceable recently, but it certainly wasn't a bally mass murder, she told herself.
"How did you find out to shoot like that ?"He asked, genuinely concerned.
"My brother. They're excellent marksman."She said, surprised that she responded with the the true. He smiled a leering grin 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 peace of mind 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 prisoner, my war spoil, per say, and I let the residue of your crew go. They can either select to set sail back for England and let the country know what has become of you, or they can persist in their journeying on and dispose of the absolutely as needed. All you need to do to save them, is willingly join me aboard my ship."He smiled at her, that cold smile that hadn't left his grimace since she laid centre on him.
Crispin gave her a look she couldn't read. Was it Anger ? lecherousness ? begging ?
"And if I refuse ?"she asked, knowing what was side by side.
"I kill you and your crew."
She paused.
"Parlez ?"he asked, holding out his hand waiting for her to take it. She sucked a breathing space in, and clutched her side.
"Parlez. ”