It was the morning after James, her father and brother were dragged away from her. Rachael had been locked away to prevent her escape and spent the whole night crying. All of this was her fault and now the ones she loved were going to pay for it with their lives.
Beckett had taunted her every chance he got, sinking her spirits so low she didn’t think she’d ever find them again.
She didn’t sleep a wink, preferring to stand at her window and stare in the direction she knew the prison pits were. And from her vantage point, a set of gallows was being built in the center of town. She couldn’t help but wonder who the unlucky ones were who would lose their lives this day…
~A few hours later…~
A maid had been sent to her room to help her bathe, fix her hair and change her clothing into a dress that Beckett had picked out. It was pretty beige that set off the color of her hair and tanned skin quite nicely.
Miserable, she didn’t even bother to eat the breakfast that had been sent to her. She was sick with worry for James, her father and Tim. God, poor Tim. He finally finds the family he always wanted and it was cruelly ripped away from him.
A lone tear slid from her eye and down her cheek, which the maid noticed.
“Cheer up, Miss. You be marrying one o’ the finest men ever ta walk this Earth.” she smiled. Rachael’s temper, that had been buried deep in the face of losing her family, surfaced as rapidly as a Kraken attacking a ship upon the sea.
She rose to her full height, her face flushed with fury. The maid scampered back in fear, wondering what she’d done to set the woman off.
“Get. Out. Of. My. Sight!” she snarled, snatching up a gilded mirror and throwing it with everything she had in her. The maid squeaked in fright and ran as if her heels were on fire, the mirror missing her head by inches to smash against the wall.
Her anger left her as quickly as it came, leaving her weak and dizzy. She sank into a chair and placed a shaky hand against her cheek.
“What am I going to do?” she whispered in the silence of the room.
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Port Royale Central Courtyard
Citizens from all over the city converged on the center courtyard, excited and filled with a malicious sort of glee. For it wasn’t every day they got to see one of the world’s most notorious pirates lose their lives in spectacular fashion.
It was into this sea of sick jubilation that Rachael was brought. Beckett was standing near the gallows, a man next to him, whom she assumed was a priest, dressed in his holy vestments as he was. She held her head high and made her way to his side.
“I’m here, as you requested.” she stated in a neutral tone.
“And looking very lovely, might I add.” Beckett grinned cruelly.
“Let’s just get this over with.” she sighed. Beckett made a tsking sound.
“Rachael, my darling. You know me better then that. For what’s a little ceremony without the guests of honor?” he grinned, signaling to something over her shoulder. She turned and her eyes went wide when she saw that the gaolers were bringing James, Billy and Tim to the gallows, their arms tied behind their backs. She whirled to face Beckett, her eyes wide as nooses were placed around their necks.
“What is this?” she demanded.
“I needed a little insurance policy to make certain you didn’t change your mind halfway through. Marry me and they will live the rest of their lives in prison.” He smirked, “Refuse and…” He ran his finger across his neck.
“You sick bastard!” she snarled.
“Make your choice, Rachael. Whatever you decide, neither will save you from my bed this night.” Beckett smirked, feeling as if he’d won some grand prize.
Rachael turned to look at each man currently in the gallows. Tim was staring at her with grim determination. Billy looked resigned to his fate, thinking that he would finally get to be with his beloved once again. And James…
His eyes pierced her very soul, an underlying message within their dark hues that she didn’t know how to decipher. She loved him with everything she was and didn’t want to see him die. Her head bowed, she turned back to Beckett.
“Fine.” One single word. Beckett grinned and grabbed her hand to pull her before the priest. He grew hard thinking about finally getting between Rachael’s thighs and couldn’t wait until this was over. He was going to show her unimaginable pain for the years to come.
“Dearly beloved…we are gathered here today to witness this man and this woman be wed in Holy Matrimony before the eyes of God and His church. If any assembled have just cause why these two should not be joined, speak now or forever hold your peace.” the priest began.
~An hour after being taken before Thorne~
Port Royale Prison
The Pit
The rusting grate that was kept on the pit entrance was winched up slowly by two guards, as Tim and Billy were dragged in by the Royal guards. Each one was pushed down the narrow stairs that ringed the interior the pit, while lastly, the Captain was brought in, the man blooded and bruised with a trail of caked blood that had run from his nose. His right eye swollen shut from being punched, and he could barely see out of his left. Without any care, the soldiers tossed the Pirate over the side, where he rolled down the stone stairs, landing heavily in a puddle of faeces and urine mixed with mud at the bottom. The crew who were having trouble seeing in the darkness of the pit tried to get to their fallen Captain who was groaning as he pressed his hands into the dank muck to try and get his face out of the sludge. The guards above chortled with laughter as many a crew man looked up squinting. “You’ll all be swinging in the morning, ya Pirate bastards. Hahahaha!” The grate started to lower as the winch was being turned again till the deafening sound of the grate hitting the rock signalled that the crew was once again locked up at Thorne’s pleasure. Tim crawled over to the Captain, and tried to help him up. Such a sad and sorry mess. Barely making out the Captain’s face, his own creased and his heart went out to him. “Are we going to die, Capn’?” He asked, still a young boy and terrified of the gallows. The Captain spluttered and spat out a mouthful of muck, turning his head to see the boy’s face. The Captain croaked ; “”Over me went t’ Davy Jones’ locker body, lad.” The Captain pushed himself up, with Tim helping him. The crew all looked to their Captain, wondering how on earth they were going to escape their fate. The Captain knew they were all terrified, and he said unto them. “”We have only one hope. T’ Doctor. If he fails, I’ll kill him meself.”
Port Royale Town Square
Word of the capture of Captain Moon and his crew had spread across the colony like wild fire. One of the seas most dangerous criminals was sentenced to be hung at dawn, along with the likes of his crew. The Doctor, who was dressed in civilian clothes, kept his hat well down as he tried to get through the crush of towns people and traders. He had in his hand the medallion that the Captain had given him, along with strict instructions on what to do if he was captured. By the talk of the people, they were almost in a festival like mode, with more talk that the Lord Thorne was set to marry a girl that had sailed in on the Pirate’s ship. Little was known about her, accept to say she was simply stunning and a true jewel worthy of any nobleman. The more that the Doctor heard, the more determined he became, clutching the medallion tightly between his palm and fingers. Up ahead, he could see the sign that hung out the front of what looked to be an inn. The Rusty anchor. This must be the inn that the Captain spoke of. With his head kept down, he made his way to the door, only to bump into two soldiers that were coming out. The medallion fell out of his hand, as he was knocked to the right, and one of the soldiers barked at the Doctor. “WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING, MATE!” The Doctor scrambled to pick up the prized medallion and then spoke in a foreign language. The guards couldn’t understand what he was saying, and just went on their way. A quick glance to see if the coast was clear he entered the Inn, and scoured the room for the man known….as One Eyed Willy.
The Rusty Anchor
The inn was filled with all types of rabble. From the lowest of low street urchins, to the balding Officers of the Royal Guard. Any man with a purse of silver would make their way to the Rusty Anchor to try and win at a game of chance, or have some fat arsed wench with breasts like ripe melons shoved in your face. It was in this setting, that the Doctor was able to blend in, for he wore the clothes of a simple towns person, not that of a pirate, or royal guard. There was a pipe player making a merry tune, while a group of drunken guards were singing to the death of the Pirates come the morning. This only reminded him of the urgency of his mission. He had to find One Eyed Willy. As he approached the bar, he nodded to a buxom barmaid, with wavy blonde hair. “Ale please.” The Doctor completely forgetting himself, and speaking with his usual accent. This…did not go unnoticed by a man that had been sitting in the far right corner. With a black eye patch, he rose to standing, and limped across the weathered timber boards – his peg leg slamming into the timber and sending up a small cloud of dust. He slowly retracted a dagger, and then as he got to stand behind the Doctor, he pushed the tip in hard enough to give the Doctor a scare. He whispered to the Doctor. “I think we..need t’ have a chat.” The Doctor froze, turning his head just enough, to make out the face of a man…with one eye. “Right.” The Doctor said, moving away from the bar, as the man with an eyepatch led him to the back door. This led to the cellar, where the ale barrels were stored along with other supplies.
The Cellar
On reaching the bottom of the stairs, the One eyed man lit a candle and then he chuckled to see the scared face of the Doctor. “Are you…One Eyed Willy?” The One eyed man pushed the Doctor into a chair and leered at him menacingly. “Who be askin?” he said with a menacing growl, the dagger coming up to the throat of the trembling Doctor. This man must have been in his sixties at least, and with a weathered face, that was riddled with scars and tattoos, it was plain to see….he was a Pirate. “I’m…I’m the Doctor. Moon sent me.” At this the dagger point twisted against the Doctor’s neck. “Heard about him bein’ captured. T’ daft git. Can’t keep himself out o’ trouble. Been that way since he was a lad.” The Doctor looked bewildered, and then stuttered. “So you are..One eyed Willy, then?’ The One eyed man laughed in response, as he took away the dagger from the Doctor’s throat. “Aye…and he sent you eh? Tell me…Doctor, did he tell you who I am?” At this the Doctor shook his head. “Err..no, he just said that…I was to give you this.” This was when the look on the One eyed man’s face changed. The Doctor was holding up the medallion on a chain. “That sneaky son o’ a scurvey dog. Ha..trust him t’ be desperate enough t’ give up that bit o’ treaaye.” The One eyed man snatched the medallion out of the Doctor’s hand as though it was the greatest treasure on earth. “My medallion. Men have sailed the seven seas lookin’ for this.” As he held it, the medallion spun, and you could see certain odd holes in it. So the medallion belonged to the One eyed man? How this was going to save the Captain and crew was beyond him. “I don’t understand. What does the medallion do?” It was a good question and one that the One eyed man was all too happy to answer. “It’s a key lad…a key…to my treasure. Allow me to introduce meself. Captain John Willy Moon. Otherwise known as One eyed Willy.” He was the Captain’s father.
The Doctor now looked worried. He had believed that this medallion would in some way get the crew out of the gaol, but the man known as One Eyed Willy was acting awful strange. The fact he was the Captain’s father only made things more confusing. The old pirate limped over to a large closet, where he opened it to withdraw a long wooden box, similar to a cigar box. A simple piece one would believe. But the pirate then placed the medallion into a specially grooved hole, and you could hear a snapping sound as he turned the medallion. This…opened the box. The Doctor strained to see what it could be inside, and what it was…was a folded up piece of parchment, that had yellowed over the years. “A map?” the Doctor asked, to which the Old Pirate sung out. “No, it’s a love letter from my sweetheart. Of course it’s a bleedin’ map. “ The Captain rolled his only eye before he sneered and started to plot what he was going to do. “So…you’re going to help me free the Captain and the crew…with that map?” The Pirate slammed shut the box. “Are you completely mad, lad? I’m not goin’ t’ save me son, and his rabble. I’m goin’ t’ steal his ship, and go find me treaaye” At this, the Doctor stood up. “But you can’t. The Captain needs us. The crew…they are going to die in the morning. You have to help us.” He cried, but the old sea dog just laughed. “There is a law…amongst the likes of us pirates. You take what you can, and give nothin’ back. My son stole this medallion. And now…I’m returnin’ the favour.” With that said, he pocketed the coin and the map, and headed back up the stairs, to gather a crew to go and hijack the Devil’s Mystery from the royal guards. As he left, he locked the cellar door and chuckled. “By the time you break free, my Son will be hung, and I be long gone. Savvy?”
The Doctor struggled with the locked door, but as they say they don’t make them like they used too. The laughter of the old Captain could be heard as he returned to the main bar area, and was already starting to put together a crew with some of the roughened sailors that had been drinking there that day. There was not much time, and while the Doctor paced the cellar, the old Captain was getting together a plan, that would see the escape from Port Royale almost fool proof. He needed a distraction, and that was already in place. The hanging of his own son. With a hand picked group of trusted sea dogs, he gathered them round a table, and uttered. “At t’ risin’ o’ t’ sun, we take t’ Devil’s mystery and blast our way out o’ t’ bay, while me son swin’s. Bless his pirate heart.” The crew all removed their hats, and payed homage to the former Captain of the Devil. He would die..and so would his crew, while his father sailed to the Carribean, to take back the treasure he had long thought lost.
Port Royale Central Courtyard
The townsfolk had come out on mass for this spectacle that was one sure to be spoken about from father to son for generations. The hanging of one of the most evil men to ever stain the sea with English blood. There were cat calls and choruses, chanting for the pirates to be brought out and walked before the abusive crowd, that was armed with rotten fruit and vegetables. Make no mistake, to these people, the pirates were a stain on humanity, having plundered and pillaged villages and ships for hundreds of years. May this be a lesson to those that dare defy the Lord Thorne and the royal navy.
Lord Thorne was there in all his finery, with a priest, and what looked to be a noblewoman, who was actually Rachael. Words were said, the crowd murmuring at seeing the red headed beauty who was being paraded like she was prized livestock. Lord Thorne looked smug as he spoke to the young lady, but it was the look of horror on her face when she saw the Captain, Billy and Tim being led out of the gaol. The crowd went wild, booing and throwing their rotten food as the sodden and muddied lot. Tim kept his head high, as Billy was resided to the fact that he would die. Moon, he could not take his eyes of his beloved Rachael. If he was to die, he wanted her to be the last thing he saw. Regardless of the decisions she made, their fate…was out of her hands. With the nooses brought around their necks, the navy drummers started to play. It was an ominous sound as the three pirates stood with hands behind their backs. Death…was inevitable.
~KABOOM!~ A large cannonball was fired at the gaol and had blasted the clock tower, sending brick and rock flying along with clouds of dust. This sent many people scattering. ~KABOOM!~ Another cannon ball, and this time it hit the town church, blasting a huge hole in its side. Now the town people panicked, fleeing and running like headless chickens, as more cannon balls were fired, one hitting the side of the inn…where the Doctor had been kept prisoner. The hole, large enough for him to escape through meant he was able to get out onto the packed street, where folk were running in all directions. Up at the gallows, Lord Thorne must have been wondering what the hell was going on, when a guard ran, blooded from the wharf. “The Devil…she’s been taken over by pirates!” This would surely have the Lord Thorne confused. In the midst of this, the Doctor ran up to the platform where Lord Thorne stood. “it’s true. One Eyed Willy has the medallion and is stealing the Devil with his men to go find the treasure.” At this, Captain Moon simply smirked. “”Why that sneaky old bastard. You know, you can’t trust a pirate. Oh…I guess they will be after t’ treaaye. Enough gold and jewels t’ fill t’ Queen’s coffers for a lifetime.” There was only one man, who was fast enough and daring enough to keep up with One eyed willy, and he was about to be hung. <3>
The Devil’s Mystery continued to make its way to Port Royale. And this did not go unnoticed as the ship appeared over the horizon….Up at the manor on the hill, someone knocked on the door. “Enter” came the muffled voice. The guard entered the room and bowed respectfully to the man standing at the window. “My Lord…The Devil’s Mystery has been spotted sailing into port.” The man at the window turned, running a finger down the scar along his cheek. “Then we must make sure they have a nice…welcoming party.” the man smirked. “As you wish, Lord Thorne.” The guard nodded, turning to leave the room. Beckett Thorne turned back to the window, looking down upon the grave of his wife in the back gardens. “She will be mine, or she shall be joining you sooner than you think.” he murmured to himself….”Land Ho!” came the shout from the crow’s nest as the coast of Port Royale came into view. Rachael gripped the hilt of her sword, resisting the urge to just jump off the bow and swim for port. Her goal was in sight and she would avenge the death of her mother and the cruelties heaped upon her father if it was the last thing she ever did. James, Billy, Doc and Tim were still trying to figure out what to do with the woman who’d gotten aboard the ship somehow. Rachael wanted nothing to do with it. She had bigger fish to fry and was determined to carry out her plans to the finish.
Boat Dock
The Devil’s Mystery sailed into port, Rachael at the helm. Her gaze was on the mansion she could see in the distance and the man who resided there, unaware of his plans for her. Some of the crew jumped down to the dock to secure the lines as the gangplank was lowered. Securing the wheel, Rachael was the first one off as she began to supervise the offloading of the old supplies so they could replenish with new. As they worked, there came the sound of dozens of rifles being cocked.
Everyone froze in place and Rachael slowly turned, hand on the hilt of her sword. The captain of Thorne’s guards stood behind them, a smirk on his ugly face as he eyed each pirate.
“Welcome back to Port Royale. I wish to inform all of you that you are hereby under arrest.”
“What’s the charge?” Rachael demanded.
“The charges are high treason and pirating. The punishment? Death by hanging. Surrender your weapons or taste the full might of His Lordships forces.” He waved a hand to a point over his shoulder and all turned their heads to see several fleets of ships with their cannons aloft, waiting to be fired if anyone so much twitched a finger. Growling with rage, but cautious of both the ships behind them and the guns in front of them, Rachael withdrew her hand from her sword and unbuckled her weapons from her hip, dropping them slowly to the dock.
“What do we do now, Miss Rachael?” Tim asked, sliding up to her side.
“We do nothing, Tim. We’ll get out of this somehow.” Tim glanced around as the guards collected the weapons and clapped everyone in irons before marching them off to the prisons. He frowned when he noticed there was one missing from their party.
“I haven’t seen the Captain anywhere…think he’s still on the ship?”
“I hope not. Lord I hope not.” Rachael whispered as they were marched along.
Port Royale Prison
The men of the crew were tossed into their cells one by one before the Gaoler turned the locks and sealed them in. Only Rachael remained outside the cells, to her confusion. The guard captain turned to look at her. “And now that your “friends” are taken care of, you have an audience with Lord Thorne.” he smirked, grabbing her arm. She struggled in his grip, trying to break free of his hold, causing him to backhand her across her face, slicing her cheek with the thick ring on his finger. She pressed a hand to her wound, pulling away to look at the blood upon her fingers. She looked up at the captain and if looks could kill, he would have been dead.
“I can walk under me own steam.” she stated in a deadly voice, shoving past him and up the steps.
Thorne Mansion
Beckett was standing at the window when Rachael was brought to him. He turned to her with a grin and she was pleased to see that the wound she had given him with her knife still hadn’t healed fully. She smirked with satisfaction, which he was witness to. He touched the wound on his face.
“Proud of yourself, are you?” he asked as he sat at his desk.
“Would’ve been more proud of meself if I’d manage to impale your eye like I planned.” she snarked back. He arched an eyebrow before reaching for the quill on his desk. He began to write on a stack of parchment beneath his hand and the silence between them was thick with tension.
“Do you know what these are?” he finally asked, setting the quill aside.
“No, but I’m sure you’ll tell me.” she snorted.
“These, my dear Rachael, are stays of execution for every single one of those pirates currently rotting in prison.”
“What does that mean ta me?” she wondered, wary of his intentions
“It means…that I will let every last stinking, smelly pirate go free, no questions asked. All you have to do is…” He looked up from his desk, a nasty gleam in his eye, “…marry me.”
Rachael exploded.
“Are you off your bleedin trolley? I would no more marry you then I would a puffer fish, and that’s insulting the fish!” she yelled. He gave no sign that her reaction effected him. He simply leaned back in his seat.
“I thought that might be your first response…so I took out a little insurance policy.” He rang the bell beside his desk and the doors slammed open, the guards throwing three bodies into the room. She recognized both Tim and her father immediately. The third man looked up and Rachael gasped. It was James. His face was bloody and bruised and one eye was swollen shut.
“You son-of-a-bitch!” Rachael screeched, turning back to Beckett.
“Ah-ah-ah.” he grinned, waving a finger. “Now as I was saying…you will marry me, Rachael, or I will not only hang your filthy pirate lover and your father…but your brother as well.” he smirked, pointing at Tim.
That piece of news got both Rachael and Billy’s attentions as effectively as a cannonball blasting through a wall.
“What?” Billy gaped, looking at Tim.
“Oh yes…the young boy who you thought was dead? I took him from you…after I ran my sword…both of them actually…through your Irish bitch.” Beckett smirked. “Sweet revenge for all the grief you’ve given me over the years, Billy. And your sweet Lillian…now she was a prize truly to behold…and she was mine…before I killed her too.”
As Rachael listened to his words, she wanted to be sick. He ruined their lives and got some sort of sick satisfaction out of it. And now he wanted her for no other reason then to keep her beholden to him for “saving” the lives of the ones she loved.
“You bastard!” Billy yelled, lunging forward. He was brought low by the butt of a pistol to the back of his head.
“So…what’s your answer, Rachael? Marriage to me and they all go free, or do you wish to see them dangling from the hangman’s noose?” Beckett grinned, happily conjuring up images of having her bent over a barrel and at his mercy.
Rachael looked from her long-lost brother, to her unconscious father…and finally to the man who’d captured her heart. His one good eye was staring at her, almost begging her not to do it. She shook her head, tears in her eyes as she faced Beckett.
“I marry you, and they go free?”
“My word is my bond.” Beckett smirked, doing a victory dance in his head. Brushing her hand across her tear-streaked face, she didn’t look at anyone as she nodded her agreement. Beckett clapped his hands in delight and ordered the three men back to the prisons.
“Rachael, no!” Tim cried out as he was dragged from the room. She looked at Beckett.
“You said you would set them free!”
“I did…you have my word on that…I just never said “when” I would set them free. You really should learn to ask better questions, my dear.” Realizing her folly, Rachael launched herself at Beckett, determined to claw his eyes out. But it wasn’t to be as the guards captured her swiftly and hauled her struggling body from the room.
Captain Moon and his trusted Doctor were both sharing a bottle of Brandy, since Rachael had decided she wanted to be the one to sail the ship into port. Course, she had her reasons, and the Captain obliged her, much to the Doctor’s surprise. It was quite a thing to see a woman take command of the Devil’s Mystery, especially with a woman hating man like the Captain allowing her to do so.
Tipping more brandy into his crystal glass, the Doctor mused for a moment, seeing the Captain easing back, and staring at a gilded frame that had a portrait of Rachael inside it. The Captain’s face softened as his thumb stroked over her face. He seemed lost in his own world a moment, and that would be shattered by the Doctor’s nasally voice.
“Never thought I would see this day, Captain.”
“What day is that? And quit with the silly word games.” The Captain said gruffly, placing down the picture frame with care. He snatched up his brandy glass and took a swig, before releasing a loud gasp of “Ahhhh”. The Ship’s doctor found the Captain’s tone to be amusing. Always in denial of what is really going on.
“Well, the day you let a woman behind the wheel, Captain.” The Doctor replied with a cheeky smirk. ~Ah yes, let him talk his way around this one.~ he thought to himself. The Captain sneered at the doctor, whose smarmy antics were often grating on his nerves. “Rachael is not A woman, Doc…She is THE woman in my life…and if she wants to sail us into Port Royale, then…so be it.” Easing back in his chair, the Doctor chuckled. “So…marry the girl, if she IS the woman in your life as you so claim.” This was going to be one of those days, the Captain knew it by the way the Doctor kept at him and at him. “Make an honest woman of her.” That last part was the straw that broke the camel’s back. “SHE’S A BLEEDING PIRATE, YA DAFT GIT!” The Captain roared, clearly not at all ready to discuss…weddings. “She don’t want no wedding. Rachael is perfectly happy…with being the Captain’s woman. End of story. Now..shut the fuck up before I toss you in the bay.” James slammed down his glass, and rose to his feet, about to reach for his hat when suddenly he could feel the ship thud against the side of the dock. His eyes narrowed as he listened to the usual sounds of the crew going about off loading, when suddenly he heard a familiar voice.
“Welcome back to Port Royale. I wish to inform all of you that you are hereby under arrest.”
The Captain froze, and the ship’s doctor was about to say something when the Captain growled at him to shut up and they both continued to listen.
“What’s the charge?” It was Rachael.
The Doctor gasped as the Captain of Thorne’s guards read her a list of charges, much to his shock. There was no doubt, they were going to arrest the entire crew, and leaping up onto the deck to do some daring rescue at this moment in time was fool hardy. “Come on..” The Pirate whispered, leading the Doctor out a secret door and down to a sly compartment, that he used for smuggling. “Never thought I would be smuggling myself…and you.” The Captain growled, before silencing as the guards searched the ship, for the Captain and his Doctor. Luck would have it, they came up empty.
The Captain sat on a cargo box and started to hit his head against the side of the boat, now regretting this whole return trip to Port Royale. He closed his eyes, trying to think of his Rachael, now in the hands of the Port Royale authorities, and no doubt Thorne would be right there – that slimy lily livered puss. The Doctor was pacing back and forth, knowing that they had to come up with a plan, to free the crew and Rachael from imprisonment. James watched the Doctor pace and then reached down to take up a bottle of rum that happened to have been stashed with the cargo. He chewed at the cork then popped the top, spitting the cork across the small room. The Doctor stopped his pacing, and placed his hands on his hips. “You’re not going to drink now, surely. We have to come up with a cunning plan.”
The Captain sneered and took a swig, not caring what the Doctor was muttering about. He tipped the bottle towards his long time friend and slurred. “I do my best thinkin’ when pissed.” The Doctor thought for a moment, then swiped the bottle, taking a good mouthful himself. It was rare to see the Doctor drink rum like that. The Captain chuckled and then said.
“They got the ship.”
“Aye.”
“They got Rachael…and the crew.”
“Aye.”
“Half the royal fleet is probably in the harbor, guns on us.”
The Doctor peeked out the portal and then sighed.
“…Aye.”
“Going to need more rum for this one.”
“….Aye..” The Doctor slowly lowered down onto a crate, and placed his head in his hands. It seemed like an impossible situation, and without back up, they were screwed.
Getting on a ship is one thing, especially when it was under heavy guard. Getting off the ship, that was much harder than it looked. There were patrols of guards, in pairs, that were doing routine inspections of the ship and in the holds, to make sure nothing was missed. The tell tale sound of their boots, as they came down the interior corridors was being listened to by the Captain. Luckily, the door to the secret compartment was well hidden, and as the guards were making another walk past, muskets at the ready, the door creaked ever slightly, before the Captain and the Doctor emerged. Both armed with simple pieces of rope, they wrapped each around the unsuspecting guards, and drew them both back into the hold, where they finished off the job of dispatching them, before stealing their uniforms.
The Captain hated wearing the horrid outfits, but a man has to do what he can if they were to make a rescue bid for Rachael and the rest of the crew. The Doctor tied the two unconscious guards together, before picking up his musket.
“Right…now we just finish checking the ship, and then we simply walk down the gang plank…and…hope to God we don’t get caught.’ The Doctor was hopeful, while the Captain took one last swig of his rum, like he was probably never going to taste it again. “God’s not going to like what I do to the guards that get in me way.” He said with a belch, before lumbering out and waiting for the Doctor to follow. Together, they carried on as the guards, checking the boats hull, before coming up the stairs and then onto the top deck. It was only then, did they see the gravity of the situation.
The bay was simply full of the Royal navy’s ships, and this brought an audible groan from the Doctor, who got a quick nudge in the sides, to get him to shut up. Last thing they needed was attention. Together they walked down the gang plank and saluted the commanding officer who was at a small desk and taking notes on the stock seized from the Devil’s Mystery. He glanced up at our pirate heros, and set down his quill.
“Well, find anything?”
“No Sir, nothing. Absolutely nothing.” The Doctor said, as James scowled at the Commander, for stealing his cargo.
“Right o. Carry on and back to the gaol. We need the square ready for the multiple hanging tomorrow. Going to send this lot of pirates right back to hell where they belong.” It took every ounce of strength that the Captain could muster, not to attack the CO. He instead tightened the grip of his hand on his musket, and turned to march up the dock, with a worried Doctor beside him. “This is worse than I thought.” He whispered as they passed another pair of guards, going to take their place on the ship. “We need to hurry, or they will soon be on to us.”
Port Royale Prison
Marching through the gates of Port Royale Prison, the Captain with his doctor in disguise could hear the sounds of sawing and hammering, as a large standing platform was being constructed along with support beams over the top to be used to hang the Pirates with. The Doctor was shocked when he saw this first hand, almost stumbling as he walked alongside the Captain. The Captain slyly looked about and then he turned to the Doctor and said.
“Right, here is the part of the plan, where we split up. You…you go to the officer’s quarters, get some day clothes, and then you make your way down to the Inn. Right? When there if you see a chap named One Eyed Willy, you are to give him this medallion.” The Captain quickly broke the chain around his neck and tried to pass it to the hapless Doctor.“He’ll know what to do with it. It’s our only hope if I can’t get the crew free.” The Captain stood back and saluted, before making his way to the lower goal prisons, on a mission to save his crew.
Trying to be discrete, the Doctor walked off to find the officer’s quarters, and search for a change of clothes, so he could go out to the town proper and hunt down One eyed willy.
The Pit
The crew of the Devil’s mystery were being kept in a holding pen, known simply as the Pit. It was basically a big hole in the ground, covered with iron grates, that took winches to open and close, being as they were too heavy for a single man to lift. The Captain was trying to act nonchalant as he entered the Pit enclosure area, and saw down into the Pit. There was his crew, and he had to place a finger to his lips, in case any recognized him. Glancing about, he saw the operating lever for the winch, and headed over there setting down his musket, as he placed his hands on the lever. He started turning when suddenly there was a tremendous thud, and the Captain collapsed to the ground. Knocked out cold. Behind him, the guards who had their clothes stolen on the ship, and the Commander.
“Nice try, Moon!” He laughed, and this was then the rest of the guards started to beat and kick the unconscious pirate, whose body jerked and spasmed, blood pooling on the ground.
The only hope now…lay with the Doctor. But had he managed to make it to the Town inn?
Thorne Mansion
The next time the Captain would be awake, he found himself in irons, and his face felt like it had swollen up like a football. His right eye was sealed shut from being beaten, and his body ached in places, he never knew he had. Dragged before Lord Thorne and his guest, he would be shocked to see, that it was Rachael.
“Love…” he cried out hoarsely, only to get a rifle butt to the stomach, causing him to double over, coughing up blood.
It was hard to understand what was happening, as the words of those that were talking sounded like they were creating an echo.
“So…what’s your answer, Rachael? Marriage to me and they all go free, or do you wish to see them dangling from the hangman’s noose?” Beckett grinned, happily conjuring up images of having her bent over a barrel and at his mercy.
Rachael looked from her long-lost brother, to her unconscious father…and finally to the man who’d captured her heart. His one good eye was staring at her, almost begging her not to do it. She shook her head, tears in her eyes as she faced Beckett.
“I marry you, and they go free?”
The Captain’s one good eye implored her, begging her not to agree, but she agreed. The Captain knew Thorne would never keep his end of the bargain. The crew were dragged away, the Captain’s face bleeding and bruised, as he hung his head. Death would come soon….
LadyBelz: It had been a glorious evening. No one had disturbed the two new lovers with petty issues, a credit to the crew that they could function on their own. Falling asleep in James’s arms, Rachael had never felt more treasured or special. And knowing he was the one who’d taken her purity away…it made her smile thinking of it. And so, they curled together on her small bunk. The sun shining the next morning was what woke her. Blinking awake, she wondered why her pillow was so rough. Turning her head, she realized it wasn’t a pillow, but James’s chest. He was still asleep. She took in his features, the stubble on his chin. He was so handsome…and he was hers. She ran her fingers over his chest, touching him at her leisure. Would he regret being with her, taking her as he did without knowing she was a virgin? Would he turn her away now that he finally had her? She tried to keep her thoughts pleasant, but after all they’d been through recently…it was difficult.
CharlotteCarrendar: – The gentle rise and fall of the ship rocked the pair to sleep hours before, but now the sun had come up in the sky, and its rays filtered through the small porthole window into their bunk. James was one that slept heavily, especially after such a night of passion, and found he opened one eyelid, only to see his beloved Rachael stroking his chest. She was taking such gentle strokes of her fingers, as though playing with him as if he were a harp. Course the sounds he made in the morning were not that musical. He started to grunt with the pleasure her touch brought, and he ran his hand down her back, only to cup her ass cheek. “I got the best catch of the day…but what to do with ‘er?” he joked, before planting a kiss on the top of her head. “A man be wanting to stay in the bunk all day with such a fine woman. But we got a port to get tah, and a crew that wonder where we be.” He said with a touch of firmness. He was still the Captain, nothing would changed that. <3>
WatcherThorodan: -the road to port royale had been one that hadnt worked to Ikrim’s favor. He had covered up the kings guard fairly well and escaped their clutches but it was not long before more caught up to him. That leech of a bilgerat had told his name to the watch. He had hidden to the sides of the road and kept out of sight but eventually he was caught. He was led to the local barony near Port Royale. They had planned to execute him though did not know of his true powers. He spoke to the spirits and whispered to them like sirens tell them to dull the ships so as to make things not work as they should. They kept speaking of ill omens in whispers as he was held prisoner by the men. He was not liked in these parts but neither was the watch. He promised one of the guard and told him he would help him find riches if he would but free him. The fool let him free from his manacles. What a foolish mistake Ikrim thought as he slowly choked the man to death. He would have eaten him but for knowing he didnt have the time. He did however cut out his eyes and tongue. They would make a tasty treat later and were quick pickings. Hiding the body in straw he was able to escape and run to a nearby post where he donned his uniform.-
LadyBelz: She watched him come awake, holding her breath. But it seemed her worries were for naught as he reached down to fondle her butt. She smiled a little before asking the one question that plagued her mind. “Do you regret it?” she asked, tone sober. She was of course refering to her former virginal state. “Because I don’t.” she added. [need to get in my pirate groove.]
CharlotteCarrendar:- “Does a man regret losing himself to the charm of the woman he has loved for all his days? Course not. And glad you don’t either. I be a bit disappointed if I failed to please mah woman.” He said, pushing himself up to standing. “Hate people to think I be like Maureen, who only gets those wet eared pansies swooning. Ya made me a ‘appy pirate, lass…don’t you be forgettin’ it?’ He kissed her nose and then got out of the bunk, hunting around for some clothes. “Where’s my piratin’ outfit…I can’t remember what I did with mah pants?” <3>
WatcherThorodan: -having managed to gather on his uniform the pirate wandered past the guards. doing his best under cover of darkness to escape the barony. he didnt think he would be able to make port royale via the kings road anymore. as soon as they found the guards body they would be searching again for sure. so Ikrim instead looked to the harbor. one of the larger boats would go noticed, however a smaller oarboat would not. he began searching and finding an unmanned suitable craft, he commandered it. moving with an agility he began to summon the spirits having them bring winds to move him along his passage, as he drew a thin sail to draw him along his way along the dark ways of the deep near port royale and the barony-
Guest_SweetLittleCrow: *Anna’s head pops up as her little dingly bumps against something. She looks up and sees a large ship. She smiles as she pulls out her rope, tying her boat to it’s side. She slowly climbs up the side of the ship and looks around, barely poking the top of her head over the railing. She glances around, but sees no one. She slowly climbs over the railing and looks around. She smirks as she sees a couple of barrels, deeming it a worthy hiding spot for a while. She quickly scurries to them and sits, peeking between the barrels as she planned her next move*
LadyBelz: The smile that lit up her face at his words could have put the sun to shame. “I love you, two, ya daft bugger.” she grinned as he slipped from her bed. She couldn’t help but swoon as she admired his naked body. He was well cut…and well hung, if the soreness between her thighs was any indication. She gulped, feeling herself go warm all over as she watched him walk around looking for his clothes. She spotted his pants in the corner and pointed them out to him. He seemed to have no issue with walking around her naked, so she felt she could do the same. She slipped from the bed in all her naked glory, wondering where her own clothes had disappeared to. She turned back to the bed, possibly to look beneath it when something caught her eye…a small pattering of blood on the sheets…proof of her virginity being taken, by one she loved with her whole heart. Smiling, she turned to the wash basin to clean up a little before pulling clean clothes from her trunk. She decided to forgo bloomers, she enjoyed the feeling of being sore and wanted to treasure it a bit longer. She slipped into her pants, tieing the laces securely before donning her shirt and vest. She combed out her hair and put her eye patch on before strapping both sword and pistol to her hip. She turned back to James. “We’re headed back to Port Royale, aren’t we?”
CharlotteCarrendar:- “Aye, if the wind does good to blow us there faster. I got plans hatching in my ‘ead to run that bastard that did deeds against ya kin up the bloody flag pole and have his testicles fed to the sharks.” He said with a firm nod, finding the pants that his Lady had so kindly pointed out. Seeing her still wandering about with that blush to her cheeks, and the firm roundness of her ass, he had to think of rotten fish to kill the thought of another boner. Tying on his pants, he found his shirt and then threaded his belt. “Be sure to dress, Love. Only man’s eyes to set on your ass be mine, or I be gauging out the next sailor who dares a peek.” With that said he opened the door, and gave her a sly wink before heading up to the top deck. In the crow’s nest the lad cried out. “Sighted a ship moving fast off the port bow!” There was a flurry of movement on the deck, as the Captain took out his eyeglass, and scanned the water. The Ship’s doctor heard the cry and he too came out. Seeing the Captain he grinned and asked. “So…things went well then?” The Captain leered at the Doctor holding down his eyeglass and said. “I ain’t sharing that with the likes of you. Go get ya dirty stories from the Cook. He’s slept with enough wenches to know a few tales of sloppy seconds.” <3>
WatcherThorodan: -the winds were moving him at an alarming rate of speed. though the mad pirate and cannibal Ikrim could conjure them he was working with the spirits and they werent always heeding his wishes might quickly if you understand. he dragged his boat starboard as he was fast approaching a large ship and wanted to avoid a collision. luckily he was able to bring it against the ship and without incident. the cannibal dragged himself up quickly and quietly using the wind to make his approach quiet as he moved up then found a place to sit aboard the ships front deck on one of the cask barrels. nearing the barrels he saw by himself the cook working with the rum, he quickly disposed of the man. throwing him overboard. maybe they might have a use for him now, he thought idly. he called out audibly “man overboard!” hoping to get someones attention-
Guest_SweetLittleCrow: *Anna lowered herself more, seeing men fill the ship in front of her. She quickly covers her mouth, so the men could not hear her breathing behind the barrels. What would she do now? Suddenly, she heard a splash and a man cry out. Her head jerks towards teh water, a bit fearful of herself being tossed aside in the same fashion.*
LadyBelz: Once she was finished dressing, Rachael left her cabin and headed topside, just in time to see a strange man attack Cook and toss him overboard. She drew her sword and rushed him, aiming the tip at his neck. “Ya just killed a member o’ me crew, ya dirty bastard.” she scowled, her voice gone cold and deadly. The crew knew that voice well and gave her a wide berth. “Who are ya?”
CharlotteCarrendar:- The great kersplash of the Cook being thrown overboard, did get someone’s attention. The Doctor. “Oh heck…not a tale to be told. Now what do I do for entertainment if the Captain won’t share his bunk adventures.” Just then Rachael rushed the man that had caused the dramas, and the Doctor bobbed his head to see. “Captain…we got company.” The Captain turned as he had his eyeglass up, and knocked out the Doctor as it hit him side on. “Where?!” Then the Doctor tried to come up and the Captain brought down his eyeglass on his head, causing him to collapse a second time. “I can’t see shit.” <3>
WatcherThorodan: –Ikrim realized he had gotten caught but he also had been through far worse and could simply jump overboard himself if need be. they werent aware of the ship he had moored below. he wasnt trying to leave however. “well i come to apply for a job. I am a cook and I make the most succulent foods from all over the isles. I fear that gentleman slipped. I tried to catch the man. Honest I did. But alas he fell into davy Joneses Locker, it cant be helped. In any case I had come aboard to inquire if you need a cook when he fell over helping me. I hope this didnt inconvience you any.”-
Guest_SweetLittleCrow: *Anna lowers herself more, seeing a sword. She quickly pulls the tiara from her hair and shoves it into the bag she carried on her hip. She tries her hardest to be quiet, unsure if the others could hear her movement. She watches them carefully, unabl to peel her eyes away from them.*
LadyBelz: Billy, who had taken over helm duties after sending the first mate off for sleep the night before had a perfect view of the action on the main deck. Despite having only a single eye, his daughter was very observant and he knew how she felt about some of the crew, including Cook. He kept an eye on the proceedings before his eye was caught by something moving behind a stack of barrels in the corner. He looked at the first mate. “Here, lad, take over a bit, aye?” he asked, stepping away from the wheel. “Aye, Red Beard.” the first mate nodded as Billy descended the stairs to the main deck. He was quite casual about his movements, but everyone was distracted with the man who’d just killed the cook. He moved closer the barrels, leaning against one and poking his head over the top to see the young woman hiding there. “Ya might have been better off trying ta hide belowdecks, lassie.” he announced his presence to her….Meanwhile, Rachael was itching to gut the poor sod she held at sword point. “What right did ya have ta be killin me crew? He was me family, ya murderin bastard! I have a mind ta slit ya throat.” What started out as a wonderful day for Rachael was slowly turning into a nightmare.
CharlotteCarrendar: – The Captain heard the cussing of his lady, and thundered over to where the action was, leaving the Doctor on the floor. “Who ya be guttin”? And…what happened to the Cook? I had an order in for lobster mornay this night? “ He grimaced at the lad who was applying for the Cook’s job, since he just despatched him. “Don’t be getting’ up wind of mah lady. She string ya up by your intestines, and play a tune on ya mangos.” He said with a firm nod, and then sniffed the air. “Is it me…or do I smell fish?” He asked curiously, going off to search for the cause of the stench. <3>
WatcherThorodan: -realizing a better show of his power might be necessary the cook and cannibal known as Ikrim stood on the deck of the ship and called to the spirits. As he did the wind ceased and movement of the ship slowed and lurched. He quickly moved back and said ” I am quite useful. ” raising his hands above him he commanded the spirits silently to begin to blow the winds hard, causing the ship to violent move ahead, not enough to break anything but certainly enough to push things, “though i can do many things, what im best at is cooking. and i can make many things. even weapons. take me on, you wont be sorry mate. ” –
Guest_SweetLittleCrow: *seeing the man poke his head into her hiding place a small squeal escapes her as she starts to scoot backwards until her back hit the wall behind her. Her hands start to shake, unsure if she should speak or not. Suddenly, she hears the other man speak of a fish smell. Her head quickly turns towards him, worried. She glances at the water, debating her odds if she just jumped overboard now.*
T1Legend: Gentle now a tender breeze blows, whispering through the sails of The Devil’s Mystery. Flopping canvas and creaking wood beat out a lonely rhythm to which a sailor’s ear is well attuned. From above, circling gulls join the chorus. One gull cries out louder than the rest—its obscene squawks and erratic flight path are distinct amongst its brethren. Its wings teeter drunkenly this way and that, and there are times when this particular gull appears as though it might crash into the other members of its species. Most of the birds keep clear of the off-white, mottled gull with the screeching cry and molting feathers. Motley (as he thinks of himself) is a lonely creature, outcast from his own kind. He has big dreams, this bird! Dreams of broadway and of people cheering. Ah, but alas, Motley’s daydreaming has caused him to run beak-first into the back end of another bird. He tumbles mid-air, unable to correct his course. He’s going down, down, down, until he comes to an indignant and abrupt halt, having been brought to a skid by the barrel. Wings fluttering, Motley bounces towards Anna’s face. Also, he might have shit himself. Or been in the process of doing so.
LadyBelz: Billy hadn’t meant to frighten the young girl, but frightened she was as she backed herself into the corner. He glanced over his shoulder at Moon as he came closer. “Got us a bit of a stow-a-way, Cap’n.” Billy mumured, keeping his voice gentle so as not to scare the girl any more than she already was. “Can’t get a word out of her, though.”…Rachael lowered her sword with a sigh. “Devil’s teeth! We be needin’ a cook now, no thanks ta ye.” Snarling she stomped away, just as a seagull crashed to the deck in front of where both Moon and her father were standing. “Oh what fresh hell be this now?” she scowled, looking at both bird and the woman trying to hide behind the barrels. “There’s ta be one female on this ship and she be me. Gah!” Rachael growled, stomping away, her wonderful mood from the night before completely gone. Tim joined the motley group near the barrels, looking over the young woman. “Where’d she come from?” he asked.
CharlotteCarrendar:- “Two women..bleeding heck.” The Captain exclaimed. He had to think and hard, of how they were going to deal with this tricky situation. The Doctor had finally roused and saw the frightened girl who Billy had found. The Captain was scratching his forehead, as he was trying to see a way around this, and then he snapped his fingers. “Arm wrestling!…Yes, which ever wins…stay aboard. The loser…walks the plank.” The Doctor face palmed and then whispered in the Captain’s ear, that he was bedding one of them. “Unless ya fancy having Rachael pull your bum hair up through your nostrils, I think that is a bad idea.” The Captain then snarled. “Got a better plan?” The Doctor snapped his fingers and said. “We….dress her as a lad…and tie down her tits?” <3>
WatcherThorodan: -it seemed to ikrim that they were not going to kill him and hadnt thrown him overboard as of yet. he wouldnt rock the boat further. he began to make the dish the captain had asked for the lobster mornay. he had some island herbs in his pack and made quite a show of it as he worked. quickly preparing something that would be quite special for the captain as he felt his life might very well depend on the dish. he used some of the finest seasonings the islands had to offer, using curries and spices rare even among the isles. it helps when making things. cannibals know to cook the sweetmeats he thought to himself as he plated the dish and brought it before the cap’n. “here ya go sir Lobster Mornay!”-
Guest_SweetLittleCrow: *Anna screamed as the bird hit her. She pushed and shoved it away.* get off! shoo! *she tried to scoot back even more, but the wall would not permit it. She glanced up at all the men and began to shake more, nervous of what they may do to a woman on this ship. Quickly, she reached an arm out and pulled a barrel down in front of her, for protection*
T1Legend: “Raaaaaaaaaaawk! RAWK! RAWK-RaaaAaaAwk!” The bird flaps beyond the girl, over the ship, hugging the top of the wav—a shark jumps out of the water and eats him in one gulp, giving not one shit for Motley’s dreams.
LadyBelz: The Devil’s Mystery continued to make its way to Port Royale. And this did not go unnoticed as the ship appeared over the horizon….Up at the manor on the hill, someone knocked on the door. “Enter” came the muffled voice. The guard entered the room and bowed respectfully to the man standing at the window. “My Lord…The Devil’s Mystery has been spotted sailing into port.” The man at the window turned, running a finger down the scar along his cheek. “Then we must make sure they have a nice…welcoming party.” the man smirked. “As you wish, Lord Thorne.” The guard nodded, turning to leave the room. Beckett Thorne turned back to the window, looking down upon the grave of his wife in the back gardens. “She will be mine, or she shall be joining you sooner than you think.” he murmured to himself….”Land Ho!” came the shout from the crow’s nest as the coast of Port Royale came into view. Rachael gripped the hilt of her sword, resisting the urge to just jump off the bow and swim for port. Her goal was in sight and she would avenge the death of her mother and the cruelties heaped upon her father if it was the last thing she ever did. James, Billy, Doc and Tim were still trying to figure out what to do with the woman who’d gotten aboard the ship somehow. Rachael wanted nothing to do with it. She had bigger fish to fry and was determined to carry out her plans to the finish.
CharlotteCarrendar:- “Lobster Mornay?” The Captain asked, taking up the dish and sniffing it loudly. The Doctor leaned forward to have a sniff and the Captain elbowed him in the gut. “Get ya hands off.” He then dug in his fork and took a bite, chewing it and closing his eyes, as though he was some fancy food critic. “Nice…yes. Firm meat…not over cooked. *smacks lips and chews more* Light on the spices. No idea where you got the cream for this, but me hat off to ya.” The Captain cleaned the plate and licked it for good measure. “Ya got the job, lad!” He said loudly, slapping the cannibals back and tossing the dirty plate to the ship’s Doctor. “Saved ya a drop. HA!” It was then he heard the call from the crow’s nest about the sighting of Land. “Argh! We got some piratin’ to be done!” He then stomped off to the top deck, to help the first mate guide the ship into the cove. <3>
WatcherThorodan: -Ikrim was glad of the spices he kept from the slavers and the eye of the that guard also had come in handy to make the cream sauce, you nevwer know when things might be useful really he thought to himself. Then the Cap’n said they had sighted land and the Port. In his mid he worried a bit also at the prospect as the kings men and the watch could possibly be looking for him as well. but he had weapons with him. His pistol was close at hand and his saber as well both near to his body. These things gave a pirate some protection he also thought to himself as he sharpened the saber that the winds always helped as well, he could easily bring silence to bare. Silence and stealth were the friends of the cannibal. He prepared himself mentally for their next moves.-
She heard the words, believed the truth in them and it made her want to cry. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her cheek to the top of his head as it was buried in her neck. Taking a chance, she slowly pulled away, eyeing him warily. What she did now, would prove to her once and for all he meant every word he said.
She stepped back a few paces, keeping her eyes on his as she reached back for the ties on her corset. Once she was free of its constraints, she dropped it to the floor then pulled her shirt from the waistband of her pants. Standing in shirt and pants, she then untied the shirt until was loose and open, showing tantalizing hints of what was beneath. She dropped her hands to her side and waited to see what he would do, trying to calm her racing heart. She was so nervous, her knees were shaking and she had to clamp her thighs together to keep from tumbling to the floor.
And still, she kept her eyes on his, scared to death that he would reject her once more, breaking her heart forever…
**
Rachael pulled away from his hold, stepping back and with wary eyes she watched him. James didn’t falter he remained as he stood, his eyes taking in her beautiful body. His breathing remained steady and he didn’t try to spoil the moment by speaking. There were no words that could describe her to him at this point. It was like…she was waiting for him to make a move. James’s patience paid off, when she started to reach for the ties to her corset, loosening the threads that kept it tied so the garment would simply slip from her form. It dropped with a light clatter, the whale bones assuring that. How she managed to wear it all the time mystified him. It was true, women were made of tougher stuff. Rachael was becoming the Rose of the Devil’s Mystery, slowly opening her petals, as she loosened her shirt, and showed the inner sweetness of her skin, the center of her bud. The lowering of her arms to her sides, and just standing there, showed of all things; submission. Just as he was the Master of the Ship, he was about to become Lord of her body. One foot stepped forward, then the next, till he came to be before her. But instead of staying there, he walked in behind her. Large hands reached for her shirt, and ever so gently drew it up and over her head, then draping it upon the bunk. Turning back, he brought his hands to her shoulders, smoothing them across the softness of her skin. He treated her like the flower she was. Tender caresses, that were certain to send jolts of electrical current through her body. James’s hands moved down her arms, and he gently bent his head down and kissed the back of her neck, while moving his body in closer to hers. The heavy musk of his own body, rich with salt and sandalwood, may give her a light head. A hand rose from her arms, and with the back of his hand, he caressed her cheek, while continuing to savour the nape of her neck. His free hand reached around, and strummed across from her shoulder down to her right breast, which he cupped in his hand. His thumb and forefinger, tweaking her nipple slightly. There was nothing rough about his actions, they were all precise and gentle. This is how he wanted to treat her, she deserved nothing less.
She held her breath, feeling lightheaded with emotion as he raised a foot to take a step. Would he go back toward the door and out of her heart and life for good or would he take this chance she was offering?
He stepped toward her and she gulped hard. He continued toward her slowly, as if she were a skittish doe about to bolt at the first sign of danger. She held her ground, shaking like a leaf in the wind, scared to move, scared to breath.
He did not stop before her like she imagined. He walked around behind her and she could feel the heat of him, smell that scent that was unique to him alone, sandalwood and the salt of the sea air. His large hands, calloused from years of pirating, touched her shoulders and she shivered beneath his touch. He reached down, drawing her shirt up and over her head, the cool air raising goosebumps along her flesh. She couldn’t move, didn’t think she had the stength to. Hands upon her shoulders once more, smoothing across and then down her arms as he pressed closer to her. She jolted, the feeling like a surge of electricity arching through her body and she had to bite her lip to repress the moan that threatened to spring forth, as he pressed a kiss to the back of her neck.
Her breath was coming in short pants as he reached up to caress her cheek, while still feasting upon her neck as if she were a delicious morsel. She may have well been to his mind. His other hand was not idle either, reaching up to cup her right breast. She felt his fingers tweak the hard nubbin of flesh and a bolt of desire shot through her. The moan she released into the silence of the room was dark and sensual, designed to entice him into further action.
Her head dropped back upon his shoulder, giving him further access to her skin, her eyes closed as she savored this moment of delicious torment. She felt treasured, cherished, as if she were a fine porceline vase on display. She was unaware she was speaking words as he caressed her slowly, lovingly.
“Please…oh please…”
**
Like a winged angel, James enveloped Rachael in his arms coming from behind. His right hand exploring, kneading her supple breast, while his lips sucked upon the flesh of the nape of her neck. The warmth of his chest was felt upon her back, and his kisses rained up towards the back of her ear, finding her ripe earlobe, which he started to suck and tease fleetingly with his tongue. James was in no rush in order to please his Rachael. His attentions were to heighten her arousal, which he could not only feel in the shiver of her body, but also the moans that escaped her lips. Rachael found herself unable to control her inner voice that audibly exclaimed “Please…oh please..” The want of her desire was rising, building its intensity, which James planned to savor.
James’s left hand moved down from her cheek, to glide past her left bosom, fingers so light though calloused from years at sea, till he found her belly. His hand moved in a swirling action, but at the same time drawing her closer back into his form. James could feel the roundness of her buttocks through her pants, and he adjusted his footing so he could push his hips right up, so his now hardened member could be felt beneath the cloth of his pants.
Drawing back his head, as she let herself rest her own head back to his shoulder, he turned his cheek, and then covered her lips with his own, his tongue feeding through her parted lips, and tussling with her tongue, as a rise of a guttural moan entered her mouth. He was still not speaking. No sonnets or words of love, for his body said far more in its actions, than he could possibly express.
Her eyes remained closed as his lips skimmed the flesh of her neck, hands caressing her breasts. She felt his teeth and tongue upon her earlobe, and moaned with desire. “James…” she whispered, daring not to say much more. Her hands, idle before now, reached up and back, slowly wrapping around his neck in a loose hold, designed to simply anchor herself in this stormy sea of desire she found herself marooned in, an action that pressed her breast deeper into his hand.
She felt his other hand pressed to her bare stomach, gently pulling her closer to the hard planes and contures of the male body behind her and she could feel the hardness of him pressed intimately against her bottom.
The press of lips against her own and she gasped into his mouth, his tongue easily slipping inside to dance with hers. She groaned, a high pitched sound that put in mind of a mouse being chased by a cat as it ran for its life.
And still, no words were spoken between them, other than the sigh of his name from her lips before he kissed her. There was no need to interrupt the moment with useless words and plattitudes. Actions were what were needed and actions they both took.
He was in total control, and she found that she did not mind one little bit.
She kept one arm around his neck, bringing the other forward to press lightly against his cheek as their kiss turned into something much more darker, deeper. She could feel herself falling and knew he would be there to catch her.
Involuntary, her body pressed back against his, brushing intimately against his hardness, causing her to moan into his mouth once more. She was throbbing all over, throbbing with the need to be possessed by this man.
**
The minute that she pressed her body back into his, James knew that she was ready. As he had been slow to move, letting his hands explore her rounded curves, the subtle swell of her bosom, he knew he could not contain the passion deep within himself anymore. It needed to be released, all the while ensuring that she knew that he saw her as his woman, to be treasured and adored. James swept her up to cradle her body to his form, as he took the few steps to the cot, that had been where he wished to take her for so long. Nights he had dreamt of this moment, coming into fruition. Carefully, he laid her down, so her head rested upon the pillow, with her hair spilling out to frame her beautiful face. Both hands drew down till reaching her pants, which he gripped at the waist, and slowly started to move them down over her hips, past her thighs and then off, to be cast upon the floor.
He stood up for a moment, the look on his face was one that radiated the presence of a man that saw nothing in the room but her. He unclipped his own trousers, and let them fall to the floor, before stepping out. He was now completely naked, unashamedly so. James placed his knee on the cot, and then guided himself so he was suspended above her using his hands with arms locked, and one knee resting in the space between her legs. His face was just inches from hers, and it was like he was waiting, but actually, he was focused on her eyes, staring into them. James was not about to crush her with the force of his will or his body, but instead bent his head down and kissed her lips delicately. This was now time for her take control. She had been more than patient.
Her eye flew open, surprise filling its green depths as he scooped her up into his arms. He took the remaining steps to the bed and gently placed her upon it, her hair fanning out like a red halo upon her pillow. She kept her hands resting beside her head, watching him carefully as he slowly drew her pants from her body.
As she lay naked before him, she had this sudden urge to cover herself, thinking that he would find her unpleasing to him, thinking this would be the moment where he would decide that he had made a mistake and leave her. The look upon his face, though, told her this was not the case. He stared at her as if he were a hungry man and her body was the only sustenance that would fulfill his needs. She shivered under that gaze, body trembling as she returned his look.
Mesmerized, she took him in as he slowly removed his own pants, until he stood before her, naked and proud, full with wanting for her. She took in her fill, a small smile upon her lips as she finally got to see the man she desired above all else in all his natural glory. He seemed to like what he saw upon her face, for he chose that moment to join her upon her bed, a knee resting between her thighs, arms locked in place to keep himself above her. His eyes were upon her own, watching, waiting for some sign from her. His head descended toward hers and she leaned upwards to meet his kiss, her hands pressed against his chest.
His heart was galloping beneath her palm. He was just as affected as she. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling gently, letting him know with her actions that it was okay, she was ready for him, she wanted him as much as he wanted her. She would not push him away anymore.
So saying, she wrapped her legs around his hips, pressing upwards against his hardness between her thighs, her feminine folds slick with need for him. Her fingers tangled themselves in his hair, massaging his scalp as she pressed her entire body, her entire soul against his, begging for him to take what she offered. Her body, her love.
She drew away from his lips, sliding her own across the stubble of his beard, until she reached the small area between neck and shoulder, nipping the skin gently with her teeth before soothing the ache with her tongue, repeating the action across his Adam’s Apple to the other side of his neck.
“James…please…” she moaned, returning to his lips to repeat the sensual kisses of earlier.
She could hold out no longer. She needed him as much as she needed air. She felt drugged with want, addicted to this man who was poised to claim her as his own.
**
For all the time that they had been together, this was the first true show of intimacy, on a level that neither had experienced before. This was no mere tumble in the silks, or an afternoon romp, this was love making. A deep and sated need to express his love for her, treating her like a musical instrument to which the sounds of her voice were the melody, as he strummed his fingers along her skin. He had held back considerably, though he felt the rage of desire built to a point, that he was like a bull at a gate, yearning to complete her. But he wanted her to feel that she had the right to chose to be his lover, to accept his embrace and take the final step before plunging into the sea of intimacy.
A small smile from her, almost devilish in its own way, he wanted to kiss and taste. And he did, but at this she yielded, giving into her Pirate lover. Her arms moving up and around his neck, to bring him home. With her hips squared to his own, and her legs entwined around him, he could feel the slick pleasure of her womanly folds. A warmth and tingling pleasure, as his hardened shaft ached to be consumed by her. James lined himself up, by drawing back his hips, and the head of his member rested just outside the entrance to her jewel. He had waited so long for this moment, and with her teasing his skin between his neck and shoulder, he tilted his head back, proud like that of a lion. Rachael begged him; “James…please…” It was all it took as in one swift movement, he brought his hips down, and coupled with her, feeling himself enter deep inside of her. So warm and tight, he let out a growl of satisfaction, the feeling euphoric. Basic instinct kicked in, and his hips slowly started to rise and fall, as he whispered her name…
“Rachael…I’m home.”
Their silhouette in the darkened room would show the two lovers finally becoming one.
She felt the change upon the air, felt it in her very bones as he drew his body back over hers. She held her breath.
This was the absolute moment she’d been waiting for, knew that it was time and she would not stop him, no matter what happened…
He plunged swiftly, deeply into her body.
There was a brief moment of pain and she couldn’t help but cry out at the shock of it, before it was swiftly replaced by pleasure. If he had known she was pure, he might have stopped. It was why she kept it to herself, she didn’t want him to stop. And now she was his in a way no harlot or bar wench ever would be.
She heard his words, coming from a great distance as he began to love her.
“Rachael…I’m home.”
“James…I love you…” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his back and pressing her forehead into his neck.
As the crew went about their business above their heads, the sun slowly sinking into the horizon, time seemed to stand still in the small cabin of The Devil’s Mystery as the lovers within shared in their pleasure of one another…
Roleplay: A Pirate’s Life Forum Roleplay Players: CharlotteCarrendar LadyBelz
The morning sun slipped up over the horizon, catching the tiny boat in its morning light. Rachael sat up with a groan, aching in places she never thought she had. Sleeping in a dingy in the middle of the ocean was not one of her brightest ideas. She twisted her body to pop the kinks out, hearing Tim waking up behind her. He sat up with a yawn and a stretch running his hands through his hair. “Mornin, Miss Rachael.” she mumbled. “Same to ya, Timmy.” she returned. “Get that compass out, see where we are.” Tim dug through there belongings, pulling the compass out and holding it in his palm.
“We’re about 15 miles from the island. Might get a good wind today, sail the whole way in. Be home in time for lunch.”
“Lunch be soundin mighty fine right now.” she mumbled, pulling out a tin of fish and some crackers from their supplies. They quickly ate their breakfast, sharing bits with Mr Pibbs between them. Once they ate their fill, Tim got their sails up and the wind began to carry them home…
– – –
Around midday, Rachael happened to glance up over her shoulder to see a large ship bearing down on them. “Oh shite.” she muttered, catching Tim’s attention. He turned and saw what had caught her attention. “Oh shite!” he repeated, moving to put the oars in the water. He started rowing for all he was worth, but their tiny little boat was no match for the much larger vessel. She took up her eyeglass to see who exactly was chasing them. She groaned in misery when she recognized the colors of The Devil’s Mystery.
“You can stop rowing, Tim. Tis Cap’n Moon and his ilk.” He looked between her and the ship, a frown on his youthful face. “Are ya sure, Miss Rachael? He bein’ the one who made ya leave in the first place.”
“I’m sure, me lad. Besides…at least we’ll get a decent meal, instead of tinned fish and crackers.” she chuckled dryly. He nodded in agreement, a small smile on his face. “Ta be a fair point.” he agreed as the ship anchored close to them. Rachael kept her back to the ship, not wanting to even see the expression on James’s face…
The Devil’s Mystery
The tide of fortune was about to change in the favour of the Captain. He had spent much of the day and night, scouring the sea for the tiny boat that contained his love and the cabin boy. Moon had long since lost his anger, for it was replaced with a growing concern. What if they came across the British before the Devil’s Mystery was able to catch up with her? As he stood at the front of the ship, he kept thinking to himself, it was like he was always chasing her, or even saving her from herself. Port Royale was a perfect example of this. Taking off his hat a moment, he dragged his fingers through his dishevelled locks, and then plonked it back on his head, giving it a good tug to make sure it didn’t blow off with the first gale. Truth was, he loved her so much but he had such a great deal of trouble expressing this. Over and over again they fought like cat and dog, much to the amusement of the crew, no doubt. The only man on the ship with a sliver of sense was the Doctor. That man had tried numerous times to smack some sense into the Captain, but just as soon as the Captain was getting close to a break through, Rachael would go off and get herself in trouble again. Maybe this was why the adage said, that Women were bad luck on vessels. He was starting to see that as being a given. Was it just easier to wait to get to port, shag one of the wenches in the tavern, get his jollies and then leave without so much as ‘see you next time I am in town’ At this thought the Captain scratched his stubbled chin. Nah…For one, every man and his dog had a sniff and a poke at those lassies, and well, no one set his desire aflame like Rachael did.
From the mid part of the deck, the Doctor was watching the Captain. It was actually comical now, like you could see the Captain gesturing with his hands. Like he was pleading to God one minute for her return, then he was acting like he was strangling someone. Love was meant to hurt, but…was it meant to drive a man insane? The Doctor sighed, and slowly wandered up to the top of the ship, and came along side Moon, who was again looking set to rip the head off an imaginary person.
“Any luck? Not seen sign of her yet?’
“No. That confounded woman. Why does she do this? “
“I don’t think she set off to steal the long boat on purpose. Maybe you really should sit down and have it out with her.”
“That’s if Moby Dick or the British don’t get to her first. I dunno Doc. Half of me wants to find her, the other part hopes she is playing cards with Davy Jones.”
“You don’t mean that surely.”
The Captain gave the Doctor a stern look, and the Doctor sighed. “Really, Captain. The whole crew knows how you feel about her. “
“Hmmph.”
Just then, there was a cry from the crow’s nest.
“Ship…starboard…It’s the long boat!” He cried. The Captain and the Doctor both took out their eyeglasses and sure enough, there was the pair, Cabin boy Tim and the darling Rachael. The Doctor was as pleased as punch, while the Captain grumbled. “I am going to make her walk the plank, for stealing that boat, when we get it back.”
“Captain….”
“Fine…I’ll make her cook for the crew for a week.”
“Oh God.*sighs*..well, It’s a start.”
The ship’s sails billowed and went in full, as the ship changed direction, the first mate spinning the wheel, as the Captain strode back along the deck. There was going to be one hell of a welcome for Rachael when she was brought back on deck.
The Doctor leaned over the rail and called down to the two of them. “You’re a sight to these tired old eyes, Miss Rachael.” Rachael said not one word. She was still too angry and upset. It felt like to her that all the men in her life were conspiring against her in some way and she wanted nothing to do with any of them. One of the crew kicked down the ladder, and tucking her cat into her shirt so he wouldn’t fall, she climbed up with an agility that scared most men. Once she was on deck, she shoved passed everyone without a word, heading to her former quarters and locking herself in. Worriedly, Doc looked up at the helm at Moon and Billy with a shrug of his shoulders.
Billy looked at Moon with a raised eyebrow. “That ain’t a good sign, me boy.” he muttered.
Inside her cabin, Rachael knew that a locked door wouldn’t keep anyone out determined to get in, so she had used all the strength she had to shove one of the trunks in the corner up against the door. Tired and out of breath, she curled up on her bunk, back to the door and slowly dropped off to sleep, the sounds of Mr Pibbs purring following her into her dreams.
The Captain was about to start, finger raised, and a scowl on his face. He was going to read her the riot act, of how taking the long boat endangered the rest of the crew. Many of which couldn’t swim. Course she had THAT look, but the Captain, he was made of tougher stuff, he …was a pirate.
“Now..see here…” he started, but wouldn’t you know, she shoved past everyone and headed below deck with that blastered cat under her arm The Captain jerked his head back, and then pointed to the direction she went.
“See that…Seeee that? That..is…”
“That ain’t a good sign, me boy.” Billy said, with his eyebrow raised.
“No…no that’s bad.” chimed in the Doctor. The Captain glanced between them, and it felt like everyone was in cahoots. “That’s it!” he bellowed, cocking his hat down lower in front of his face, and rolling up his sleeves, as he marched on after Rachael. “No more…nice bloody Pirate. I’m the Captain…I’m in charge…I do the stomping on this ship!”
Thud thud thud went his boots, till he came outside her cabin, and without knocking he tried to open the door. “Oomph!” the door was stuck tight with something up against it. Something heavy. Stepping back, he put his hands squarely on his hips and said. “Rachael….I’m going to count to three, and if you don’t open this door…I’m going to blow it open with a canon.”
The minute sound of the trunk being bumped awoke Rachael from the sleep she’d fallen into only a few minutes ago. She sat up quickly, heart pounding as she turned in her bunk to face the door. She pushed herself into the corner of her bed against the wall, bringing her knees to her chest and dropping her head on them. She wished he would just go away and leave her be. Hadn’t she suffered enough?
“Rachael….I’m going to count to three, and if you don’t open this door…I’m going to blow it open with a canon.”
She snorted at that and decided to bite back.
“Put a hole in your precious, bloody ship? On purpose? That’ll be a sight ta see! Go away, ye ruddy Pirate!”
She dropped her head against the wall behind her. What more did she have to do to get this man to see her as a woman, and not a bedwarmer? She tried everything and it felt like nothing was good enough for him. Captain James Peter Moon, was first and foremost a pirate. Where did that leave her?
The Captain’s face became contorted, when she answered back in such a manner, and a bit of logic too.
“Put a hole in your precious, bloody ship? On purpose? That’ll be a sight ta see! Go away, ye ruddy Pirate!”
A ruddy pirate? The Captain heard this and pouted. Is that all she thinks he is? A ruddy pirate? The part about blowing a hole in the side of his ship, well that wouldn’t be all that nice, but now he felt like she was trying to hurt his feelings on purpose.
“What…do I have to do to make ya see what you damn well do to me?” Now the mask of the Pirate, was starting to slide. And slide…and slip.
“You say…you want to go to Port Royale. I turn the ship around and take ya there, where you nearly get killed. THEN you want to go to the nearest bloody port….where YOU get kidnapped, and I have to wear a girdle and do a foppy job of rescuing you AGAIN…Then…do you thank me when I am in my …my….no no no no…You kiss my cheek. How am I to feel, Rachael? You send so many mixed signals, its a bleeding wonder I know which way to point the ship. What more do I have to do…get down on my knees? Is that what you want?”
“What…do I have to do to make ya see what you damn well do to me?”
What? She gaped. She jumped off the bed and stomped up to the door.
“What *I* do to you? What *I* do to you?” she shouted. He continued on as if he hadn’t heard.
“You say…you want to go to Port Royale. I turn the ship around and take ya there, where you nearly get killed. THEN you want to go to the nearest bloody port….where YOU get kidnapped, and I have to wear a girdle and do a foppy job of rescuing you AGAIN…Then…do you thank me when I am in my …my….no no no no…You kiss my cheek. How am I to feel, Rachael? You send so many mixed signals, its a bleeding wonder I know which way to point the ship. What more do I have to do…get down on my knees? Is that what you want?”
She laughed harshly. “Do you think I did those things *on purpose*?” she yelled. “The only reason I can conceive of you getting on your knees for me would be to kiss my bloody arse as I try my damndest to get away from you!” She started to pace around the room, now in full on ranting mode. She shoved the trunk away from the door and yanked it open, coming to face him for the first time in days.
“I’ve tried to be the woman you want! I’ve thrown myself at you, you turn me away! I back off and you act like I killed your ruddy dog! What the hell do you want from me?” she screamed, her voice breaking on a sob. She turned away from him, hands over her eyes as she struggled with her emotions. “I can’t keep doing this, James.” she whispered. “I love you. I don’t know how many ways I can say it, show it to you, share it with you, without my heart breaking into these tiny little pieces. I may be a pirate, but I’m a woman first and I can feel pain, can fall in love like any other person on this Earth.” She inhaled sharply, trying to stave off her tears, but the fell from her eyes without her knowing. She kept her back to him, tired and drained, physically, emotionally, spiritually. There didn’t seem to be any fight left in her anymore. “Just…go away…please?”
From the other side of the door, Moon could hear her going right off her trolley. Okay so maybe he went a bit far…a bit too far. She was yelling, and that can’t be good.
“The only reason I can conceive of you getting on your knees for me would be to kiss my bloody arse as I try my damndest to get away from you!”
He looked like he just swallowed a bad egg. Stricken would be a good word. He took her literally, and then picturing it, made it all the worse. She was ranting…oh no. He suddenly was looking for an escape, he knew how this worked. He remembered the rock pool. He dug himself deep this time, and there was no way out…no escape. Then, she opened the door. The look on her face, the sheer confusion in her eyes as she yelled at him;
“What the hell do you want from me?”
“I…”
Then he watched as she turned away, and the sound of her sobbing. It was simply the most tragic thing, and he looked all kinds of sorry now. But then in her whisper, it was like each word was chiseling away at his hard shell, bit by bit breaking off and smashing on the floor. She said, she loved him. The worst thing was, she suffered the same issues with expressing it as he did. It was like listening to his inner most thoughts, being said via her mouth. Rachael kept her back to him, and he watched as her shoulders sagged, the fight in her dying. He couldn’t stand it anymore. He stepped in as she told him to go away, instead, he wrapped his arms around her, and brought his stubbled cheek along side her soft one, pulling her closer into her.
“I…just….I..don’t know how to love ya right. I can turn a wheel, but…not know how to make you understand how I feel. Rachael. I love ya…more than me ship…more than….the sea.” If she allowed, he would turn her round to face him, where she could see the pain in his eyes. “Let me love you, Rachael.” Now, he was begging.
She felt his arms around her and wanted so badly to push him away…but she just didn’t have the energy to anymore. She was tired of fighting. He pressed his stubbled cheek against her softer one and she closed her eyes.
“I…just….I..don’t know how to love ya right. I can turn a wheel, but…not know how to make you understand how I feel. Rachael. I love ya…more than me ship…more than….the sea.” Her heart stopped. She could feel her heart stop. Did he say what I think he just said? she thought to herself. She felt herself turned to face him, allowing it so that he could see the pain in her eyes. She was shocked when she saw the same pain reflected in his own eyes. “Let me love you, Rachael.”
For the first time in days, she let a small smile grace her lips. “Say that again.” she whispered, pressing a hand against his cheek. She held her breath, wondering if he understood her statement. If there was a moment in time that could be bottled up and frozen for all eternity, this would be that moment.
“Say that again.” Three of the most beautiful words that he had ever heard her say. The way her hand moved so graciously to his cheek, had his brows come closer. He didn’t say what he did cause he felt he needed to. Moon said what was first and foremost in his heart.
“Let me love you, Rachael.” Said with the same tone as before, his eyes not looking away. He could see that she was holding her breath, and he feared her lungs might burst. He reached out and tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. It was as gentle as he could muster. “I may be a pirate…but…I’m still a man. I’m not all…rough all the time. I want to love you the way you need. I…was too scared to ask you to show me.”
He had never spoken to her on this level of intimacy before. Maybe he should have done it sooner…a lot sooner, by the state of their relationship.
“Please…”
“Please…”
That one word…such a wealth of meaning. She placed her free hand on the back of his neck, caressing gently.
“James.” she whispered with longing. “Don’t you realize that’s all I ever wanted to hear from you? That I needed that affirmation that I wasn’t just your bedwarmer? How much plainer could I make it?” she wondered. She pressed her forehead against his. “I love you, ya crazy pirate. I’ve loved you the moment I laid eyes on ya when I was a fresh-faced gal of ten and three.”
She wanted so badly to kiss him, but she held herself in check. She wanted him to make the first moves this time. This time she would be the follower and not the leader.
She stared him in the eye and simply…waited.
Moon could hear nothing else. Not the sea with its waves lapping against the side of the ship, not the creaking of the timbers, as the ship rocked through the current, not even the sound of his own heart that was galloping within his chest. All he could hear were her sweet words. The touch of her hand to the back of his neck, it was how he had dreamt, but never taken the step in the right direction.
“I’ve loved you forever…” And then he moved in, cupping her face in with his large hands. Bringing his lips to hers, as he released a moan that was painfully soft. So unlike the hulking Pirate. It was like the yearning in him for her was taking over. From the press of his lips, it grew, like the onset of a storm, building. His hands combing back through her hair, and his body stepping into her space, chest to chest. The sweetest of kisses, the taste of her lips on his…fulfilled his desire. She was not some simple bed warmer….she was his woman, and he was going to treat her as she deserved.
Her eyes closed on a sigh as his lips pressed against hers. The moan he released from his own mouth set her desire aflame. But she would not let herself lead this dance. She had waited so long for this moment, she was not going to mess this up. She felt his hands in her hair as he stepped closer, chest to chest. She could feel his heart galloping in his chest like a runaway horse and it set her own pulse racing. She was pleased to know he was affected as much as she was.
She pulled back slightly to whisper his name. “James.”
It was more of a plea than an actual name. She wanted this man, wanted him to claim her as his so thoroughly there would be no mistaking who she belonged to.
She moaned into his mouth as his arms went around her.
– – –
Up on deck, the crew had cringed when they heard the shouting from belowdecks. But then it got silent, too silent and they threw each other worried looks. Billy looked at Doc. “I be thinkin someone should check on em. Make sure they didn’t kill one another.”
Doc sighed, knowing he was the one chosen for this job. He headed down in search of the two. He heard a sound from Rachael’s cabin and turned in that direction. His mouth opened to call out to her, but when he reached her door, he stopped in shocked surprise.
Seeing the tenderness in which Moon was treating Rachael, he felt like he’d intruded on something private. Not making a sound, he closed the door behind the two of them and headed back up.
“They’re…going to be a fair bit, me thinks.” he mumbled, face heated in embarassment.
Moon had always been gruff and a ruffian when it came to life aboard the Devil’s mystery. He treated his men and his ship firmly, but when it came to Rachael, he was always with two left feet and saying all the wrong things. His awkwardness came simply from not knowing how to treat her without losing her respect. If he had been too soft, then she may think less of him as a man. Now, that was all thrown to the wayside. The kiss was deepening, only for her to break it, and whisper his name;
“James.”
“Rachael..”
He said her name as though he was trying to breathe her in. Then she succumbed to him, kissing him again, and he couldn’t hold back, his hands searched her back, fingers kneading her shoulders, then down her back. The kiss became more passionate, as he held his breathe, not wanting to let the kiss end. Soon his lips made their way down her chin to her neck, as his arms locked around her, so he could never let her go. He started to murmur her name, again and again, and he even struggled to keep standing.
LadyBelz: Mary came back out of the kitchen with a wicked looking butcher’s knife in her hands. She marched up to the occupied table and slammed the knife, point down into the wood right near Lostchild’s smallest finger. “Ya want somethin ta eat or ya just gonna yammer me ears off all bleedin night?” She demanded, snatching up the coins on the table before either Eden or Lostchild could speak…Rachael stood up on the deck of The Devil’s Mystery. They hadn’t bothered returning to the island as they had stocked up on supplies earlier in the day and were sailing out into open seas. Someone had broken the treaty between the Pirate Lords and the English monarchy by attacking the pirates on their home turf, neutral lands and someone was going to pay. Tim came up beside her as she stared at the lights of their home as they faded in the distance. “Are ya okay, Miss Rachael? You took a pretty hard hit ta the head.” he asked. She patted his hand and gave him a small smile. “I’m fine, Tim. I have you ta thank fer raisin’ the alarm, I believe.” Tim blushed and ran his hand through his hair in embarrassment. “I’d do it again, too. Yer important ta us, Miss Rachael. I don’t want anything bad ta happen to ya, ever.” he admitted. She patted his arm. “Yer a bonnie boy, Tim. Ya better get some sleep. Long day ahead of us on the morrow.” He nodded and headed to his bunk below. Rachael turned and went up to relieve the first mate for the evening, keeping the ship steady on her course, while she tried and failed to keep her thoughts of Moon and his gorgeous body from her mind. Who knew he was hiding such sexiness beneath all the ruffles and leather? She knew she could not repeat her actions at the lagoon. Some men, and it seemed Moon was one of them, didn’t care for women who asserted themselves in the bedroom. She shook her head and kept her attention on steering The Devil’s Mystery. If James wanted her, he was going to have to come to her for once. She was done with the chase…for now.
*
CharlotteCarrendar: – In the Captain’s cabin, the Doctor was asleep in the Captain’s bunk, one leg hanging out and a few spent rum bottles on the floor, while at the Captain’s desk, Moon was working on his charts, knowing that they would not be returning to Skull Island anytime soon. The threat to the Pirates was greater than ever, after blowing up the Sentor and most likely killing about a hundred or so of the Queen’s men. Bad day to be British, that was for sure. The pitch and sway of the ship, had the empty rum bottles rolling back and forth across the floor of the Captain’s cabin, with the clink sound heard, as they smacked into each other. Harold the Parrot, was asleep on his perch, still wearing that god awful wig that the Captain threw on him the night before.
The First mate was clearly doing a good job at sailing the Devil’s Mystery, the Captain thought to himself, and now that he had the chart figured out, he snapped up his compass, and rose from his chair. The Doctor let out a loud snore and then grumbled something incoherent, which only made the Captain raise an eyebrow and think to himself. “What kind of man can’t hold three full bottles of rum? Clearly the Doctor couldn’t. Wearing his usual pants, he pulled on a reasonably clean shirt, and tied off his pants with a bow, that he tucked back inside. Reaching for his hat, he fixed it on his long brown hair, not even bothering to set to it with a brush, since he thought that was a girly thing to do, and dreadlocks were more appealing…smelly but appealing, and then strode out of his cabin, to go give the new course directions to the first mate.
As he reached the main deck, he felt the crisp morning salt air hit his face, almost blowing off his hat, but the sweet salt scent was invigorating to his senses. This was going to be a better day, he figured. Then..he saw who was at the helm, and cringed. Rachael was the one steering the ship, and after their last chat the night before, he once again had two left feet. Sucking up his pride, he marched up the stairs, and then with folded arms, he stood along side Rachael, looking straight out to sea, and said;
“Shot any birds yet, love?”
*
LadyBelz: Rachael had spent a peaceful night up on deck keeping the ship steady and on course, keeping her thoughts on safe topics such as what was to happen when the Queen discovered this travesty, and who’s head was going to roll for it. She wasn’t remotely tired and Cook had brought her something to eat just a short time ago so she was no longer hungry. She was so into her task she was unaware Moon had shown up beside her until he spoke.
“Shot any birds yet, love?” If it hadn’t been for the fact that she was concentrating so heavily on keeping the ship steady, she would have steered into some rocks or a reef as he had badly startled her. She took a deep breath and calmly replied back to him in return. “Kind of hard ta shoot when you’re sailing, Captain.” She took a glance at the compass and saw they were a few degrees off-course and quickly made the necessary adjustments. “And good morning. Did you sleep well?” she asked.
*
CharlotteCarrendar: – Truth was, the Captain hadn’t slept a wink. He was suffering from insomnia, probably due to stress but he wasn’t about to tell Rachael, that as she might view it as weakness. “Not much sleep. Bit difficult when the Doctor is snoring and ranting in his.” Well at least that was the truth, to a certain extent. The Captain couldn’t help but look down at Rachael, and though he in his heart wanted to go down on one knee and start to serenade her, he knew that was probably the last thing she would want, being that she had that fierce look of gritted teeth determination as she gripped the ship’s wheel with a white knuckled intensity.
Glancing down at the deck, the old man that he had rescued the night before, was still asleep on the deck in amongst some netting and looked pretty comfortable. The Captain raised an eyebrow, since most of the other pirates were attending to their duties to run the ship.
“Who is that silly old bugger down there? And why is he sleeping? If he don’t pull his weight, I be sure to slam a meathook through his neck and toss him over the side to catch a marlin.”
He gave Rachael a firm nod and then realized he was finding himself looking at her for too long and then silently went on his business, going down to tend to the crew.
*
LadyBelz: “That ‘silly old bugger’ as you call him was locked up in the hold of the pig’s ship for God knows how long. Let him sleep, probably the best sleep he’s gotten in ages.” Rachael called after him as he walked away. She growled in frustration. She honestly did not know what Moon’s problem was this fair morning. She was unfailingly polite, didn’t shout, didn’t get angry and was practically the essence of calm as she steered the ship through calm seas. And yet he still deigned to treat her as if she hadn’t a brain cell to be had in her head. Sighing, she came to the conclusion that she would never understand James Peter Moon and that maybe that interlude by the waterfall was some weird dream brought on by too much sun. “Mr Gibbs, take over please.” she commanded to the first mate. “I’m going to me cabin for a bit of a lie in.” She glanced at Moon’s back as he stood below before she left, shaking her head.
*
CharlotteCarrendar:- The wooden door to the cabins below, opened and out of it came a dishevelled ship’s Doctor, who was trying to put his spectacles on and kept doing it upside down, wondering why they weren’t catching on his ears. He saw Ms Rachael coming towards the direction to go below, and he staggered in front of her, the smell of rum on his breath.
“Help…I can’t put my glasses on.”
The ship started to lurch as Mr Gibbs took over, and all of a sudden, the Doctor’s face went a violent shade of green. He placed his hand over his mouth, and you could see the reaching was starting, from the pit of his stomach. Oh god, he was going to be sick. He held up a finger politely as he could and then dashed, or tried to, nearly tripping over a loose rope, as he reached the edge of the ship and started to throw up, a spectacular array of colours from the contents of his stomach. The horrid cries and sounds he made, even frightened the seagulls that had been resting on the yard arm.
LadyBelz: When the Doctor stopped her on her way below, she had to back away a few feet as he smelled strongly of rum, almost as if he’d taken a bath in it. “Help…I can’t put my glasses on.” the man moaned.
“Ye should know by now ye can’t hold yer rum, Doc.” Rachael snorted. “Don’t know why ye continue ta try.” The ship lurched once before steadying, but once was all it took for the Doctor to turn an ugly shade of green she’d seen once on a rotted bread loaf. She stepped aside as he practically tripped over everything at his feet to get to the side of the ship, tossing up the contents of his stomach in multicolor and disgusting fashion. Rachael turned away, but not before she inadvertently caught Moon’s eyes upon her. Her gaze remained soft and kind before she turned away and continued her journey to her bunk and some much needed sleep.
*
CharlotteCarrendar:- The last bits of drool seemed to hang like a strand from the edge of the Doctor’s lip, as he was hanging over the side of the ship, staring at the discoloured waters from where he had thrown up everything he had eaten for the last few days. His pitiful moans, like that of a dying man, even got the attention of the ship’s Captain, but not before he caught sight of his lady Rachael, who gave him a look that would melt the hardest of hearts. He then returned a look in kind, like that of when they were on the island near the rock pool, and held her gaze for what seemed like at least two minutes. Course that poor sap of a hung over man, the Doctor had to go and spoil the moment, with his infernal retching.
As Rachael turned away, and made her way below, the Captain approached the Doctor and slapped his back heartily, causing the Doctor’s glasses to slip and he almost lost them to the sea.
“I think she smiled at me. Wait I know she did. Maybe she’s not gay. I don’t know.” He then sniffed the air near the Doctor and wrinkled up his face.
“I think you smell worse than the burley to catch the big fish. Eww.”
*
LadyBelz: Belowdecks, Rachael made her way to her cabin, lost in thought. She really wanted to go back to Port Royale and deal with the murderer of her parents. The man deserved every ounce of hate and loathing she held within her body. She sat down on her bunk, looking through the portal beside the bed at the clouds overhead. “I don’t know what to do, Father. That man is evil and twisted and has too much power. How can I fix this, fix him?” She sighed, laying down and locking her fingers behind her head, staring up at the ceiling. “And James…he’s taken to avoiding me again. It wasn’t so bad before we started realizing we liked each other…but now I feel like I’ve lost something special.” She turned on her side, her cat jumping up beside her and cuddling close. “At least you still love me.” She grinned, scratching him behind his ears. He purred with delight, enjoying her attentions as only a cat could. Sighing, she took comfort in stroking her cat’s fur as she stared off into space, lost in her thoughts.
*
CharlotteCarrendar:- The Ship’s Doctor wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and the smell was rancid. Even he had to admit he was on the nose. One thing about the ship, there was really only one way to have a wash, and he wasn’t going to like it. The Captain shook his head, and then pointed to the starboard side. “Go wash ya face good and proper, before you go talking to anyone, or you be killing with ya breath.” The ship’s Doctor’s shoulders sagged, and he trudged away, the odd hiccup coming from him. He truly wasn’t pirate material, but he had been helpful in the rescue of Rachael, and the Captain was ever grateful for that.
Over on the nets, the old salt was finally stirring, after what would have been the best sleep he had had in forever. Blinking and then sitting up, he stretched and popped a few joints, and then raised his hand to shield his eyes from the sun. Glancing around, he could see all the pirates at work, and a smile broke out on his withered features. No longer captive of the English bastards, he was free…well as free as any Pirate could be. Captain Moon happened to be marching past, when the old Pirate sung:
“Oh hey diddley dee…a pirate life for meeeeee.”
The Captain stopped and then leaned over and sniffed the old bugger, before looking a bit sick himself. “And I thought the Doctor stunk. You…get up top and wash. Then go see Rachael for some decent pirating outfit. You are about fifty years out of date, Old man.”
*
LadyBelz: Billy put his hands on his hips and laughed happily. “Sorry, mate. Kind of hard ta get a proper bath be’in locked up for so long. I can be takin care o’ that in a jiff. J’es need a decent set of clothes as you can see.” Billy chuckled, pointing to his dirty and dingy “prisonware”. “Don’t know me size anymore, losin a fair stone, I did. Yer doctor is about me size, if’n he don’t mind ta share?” Without waiting for an answer, Billy strode toward the gangplank and jumped off into the sea, laughing the whole time. He managed to snag a trailing rope from The Devil’s Mystery and tied it to his waist, allowing the ship to pull him along like some decrepit, oversized bath toy as he used the sea water to have a proper wash. Cook, who was walking by at the time, tossed Billy a cake of soap, which Billy was thankful for. “Much obliged, mate!” Billy called out, yanking off his dirty clothes and letting them float away.
*
CharlotteCarrendar:- The Captain could hardly believe his eyes, when the old bugger jumped off the gang plank. Normally, you have to give them a bit of a prod with a sword to get them to walk. But this guy, he ran and took a flying leap. Even a few deck hands took to the side, to see if the old bloke had vanished beneath the waves, but sure enough, he was being dragged along using a ship’s rope to keep him from being washed away, and treated the sea as his own private spa. “Blow me down…where he learn to do dat?” The Captain said, almost shocked by the old coot. One of the crew laughed to see him catch the soap from Cook on the fly and start singing as his clothes were being taken off and he was scrubbing himself into a lather. “Hmmph. Well don’t call to me when he gets dragged back on deck. I don’t think me eyes want to catch sight of his shrivelled bits.” And with that, the Captain left the crew to be amused by Billy’s antics.
*
LadyBelz: Below decks, Rachael, who had yet to sleep, heard the commotion and sat up quickly, wondering what the hell was going on. She took a glance out the portal in time to see a wrinkled and naked arse rise up out of the water as the crew above began to pull Billy from the water. Billy spun in the rope until his front was facing her and her eyes widened in shock before she spun away from the sight of a shrunken mast. “Oh now I think I’m going to be sick.” she moaned, hand over her mouth. Mr Pibbs agreed with her with a meow…Above deck, Billy was handed a fresh set of clothing and a piece of cloth to dry off with. “Thanks, mate. Feels grand to be in clean clothes again.” Tim was standing close to him and had to ask his questions. “How’d you end up a prisoner?” Billy looked at the young lad with a sad smile. “Ah, mate. Tis a sad tale that is. Some time ago…oh probably nigh ta ’bout 15-20 years now, I was an English merchant living with me wife and young daughter back in Port Royale. Oh I loved me fair Lils and me daughter, apples of me eye they were. And then me best friend…betrayed me. Stole me ship, me work, me very livlihood. Had ta resort ta piratin to keep food on me table and a roof over our heads. One day…was sailing off the coast of Spain, raiding one o’ them Spanish ships. Got caught in a crossfire. I nearly escaped, but was caught by those Spanish bastards. Jailed for a short time…I sent notice home so’s not ta worry me family. Got a reply that told that me wife and child had been killed, a thief stole into our home while I was gone and slit their throats in their beds. Broke me heart. Stayed in Spain for a time, moved on ta Ireland for a fair bit, met a lovely young lass. Didn’t think I could love her more than me dear departed wife, but I did…and gave her a son, finest son ever ta be had. But those English bastards raided our town, killing everyone. Killed me wife, killed me son…”
Billy shook his head with a sigh. “I was recognized for the pirate I was…locked up, fer good this time. Didn’t care ta live anymore without me family. Found out later that both me families were killed by the same bloody bastard who’d ordered me locked up.” he finished. “But if I had one chance ta get me hands on the bastard who killed me families…I’d rip his guts out and use em fer garters.”
*
CharlotteCarrendar:- Now, the Doctor had been washing himself up on the top deck, and after getting the vomit spittle out of his good and only shirt, he came back down the steps, to hear that the old Pirate, Billy was telling his tale. It actually had many of the pirates intrigued, and one thing should be known, is that on these long voyages, any story is a good one. The Doctor finally figured out the right way to put on his spectacles, and then leaned on one of the crates that was stached two high. He narrowed his gaze on the mention of Port Royale, and then he started to do the mathmatics in his head of Billy’s approximate age, and how that would translate into the time period of which he spoke. He started to run his stubbled chin, as he stared down at the floor, and went over the same sentence in his head, that Billy had said;
“oh probably nigh ta ’bout 15-20 years now, I was an English merchant living with me wife and young daughter back in Port Royale. Oh I loved me fair Lils and me daughter, apples of me eye they were.”
The rest of the crew were enjoying hearing of this tale, for it was filled with drama, and love, loss and family. But the part about how he was done over by the same man repeatedly, showed that whoever this man was, had a serious bone to pick with Billy.
The ship’s Doctor started to back up, and then he had a thought in mind, and headed for Rachael’s cabin. He couldn’t be sure, but was it a coincidence about the remarks of the wife and daughter back in Port Royale? There was only one way to find out, and that was to ask Rachael herself.
Descending the stairs, and then opening the door, he made his way along the corridor till reaching her cabin and knocked twice, trying to keep from being sick again, as the ship had this tendency to roll with the waves, and being sea sick on an empty stomach was just horrid. Hearing her inside asking for whoever knocked to enter, he smartly opened the door, and went inside. Seeing the fair Rachael, he bowed his head, in respect, and then said;
“Lady Rachael…that withered man on deck, the one that the Captain rescued. He…he was just telling the crew about his life before being locked up by the British for piracy.” -the Doctor bit his bottom lip, worried about whether or not his own conclusion was correct.
“He said…he was once a successful merchant, about 15 -20 years ago and he spoke of a wife and daughter. He said the wife’s name was Lils. Does…that ring any bells?”
The Doctor looked at her thoughtfully, wondering if he was right about this.
*
LadyBelz: Rachael was just relaxing into sleep when someone knocked on the door to her cabin. Sighing, she sat up and bid them to enter, frowning when the Doctor stepped into the room. He looked quite agitated. He bowed to her in respect before speaking. “Lady Rachael…that withered man on deck, the one that the Captain rescued. He…he was just telling the crew about his life before being locked up by the British for piracy.” Rachael stared at him, a small frown upon her face. “What’s tha have ta do with me?” she asked. He looked about nervously before speaking again. “He said…he was once a successful merchant, about 15-20 years ago, and he spoke of a wife and daughter. He said the wife’s name was Lils. Does…that ring any bells?” Rachael’s frown deepened. “I think that rum’s gone ta ya head, Doctor. Since I was old enough to talk, me dear mother told me that me father was a pirate, not an English merchant. So whatever thought ye have in that skull of yours, ye may want to re-examine.” she chuckled. “And incidentally…me mother’s name was Lillian.” she added as an afterthought. “Me da would never resort to using such silly nicknames. I know this.”
*
CharlotteCarrendar:- But the problem was, the Doctor had not told Rachael, everything that he had heard. He brought up his curled fist to his mouth and coughed, feeling that he was getting into dangerous territory with the Captain’s fair lady. “Forgive me, but…about the pirate claim. He…well you see, he said that his best friend betrayed him. Stole his ship and his livelihood, so he had to go off and do a spot of pirating off the Spanish maine, just so he could send money home to his wife and child. But then he got word that they been killed…..So you see…he was a pirate.” The Doctor knew that this had to be true. It was too fantasitc a tale to make up, and pirates, they don’t lie about their exploits, that was for sure, especially since they do get to talking on many a ship, and word does pass around easy.
“Rachael. I think you need to go speak to Billy about this. I…I think he might be you Pa.”
*
LadyBelz: Rachael stared at him, denial etched in every line of her face. “No. I don’t believe you. Are you trying ta hurt me? Is that it? Or are you that drunk?” she snapped, getting to her feet. “I’ll go speak ta him and prove ya wrong.” She shoved past him and headed to the main deck to see the crew stood around Billy and hanging on to his every word. “And who was this ‘best friend’ who betrayed you I’d like to bloody well know.” she demanded. Her voice had a hard edge to it that made many a man tense and look at her with fright. It was a tone they knew well to steer clear of, but no one dared to move. Billy looked up at Rachael and felt his heart pound fiercely in his chest. With the sun behind her, she looked the spittin image of his dear Lillian. “His name was Thorne…Beckett Thorne.” Billy replied. He watched Rachael pale in shock, her knees threatening to give way. A couple of the crew who were close to her moved to help her but she shoved them forcefully away. She made her way down the steps, legs shaking. The crew parted before her like the Red Sea under the command of Moses and his Lord and she stopped a few feet from Billy. “Your wife? Your daughter? Their names?” She held her breath, waiting. Billy frowned in confusion but answered anyway. “Lillian and Rachael. Lillian and Rachael O’Malley.” The entire crew gaped in shock, no more shocked than the Captain himself as he stared between Rachael and Billy.
Rachael felt dizzy…but she had to ask. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Who are you?” Billy wondered where this was going. He looked around at the shocked faces around him before he then replied: “Billy O’Malley, once known upon the Seven Seas as Captain Rochard “Red Beard” O’Malley. And who might you be ta be askin, lass?” Rachael was on the verge of fainting. “Papa!” she exclaimed before fainting dead away.
*
CharlotteCarrendar:- The crew were dumbfounded, the ship’s Doctor kinda felt responsible and gave himself a little punch of pride for being right. The Captain….he was speechless. He stepped over the fainted body of Rachael and strode boldly up to Billy, or Captain Rochard “Red Beard” O’Malley and then burst into a huge smile. “Well why didn’t you bleedin’ say who you were, instead of acting like a right git. I heard many tales about you, Cap’n Red Beard, though, I have to say…your beard could use a bit of colour. Bit..silver speckled and nasty. Don’t worry, I have Timmy work on that with some of the coloured dyes we use for painting the front of the ship. The Doctor coughed and then pointed at the unconscious body of Rachael, who was spread out across the deck.
“Err…Captain..come on, shouldn’t you be picking her up…or something?’
“What? and miss out on meeting the legendary Red Beard? Psh…she can sleep a bit longer. Beauty sleep is what they be callin it.”
He then threw his arm around Billy, and again, stepped over Rachael, and offered to take the Pirate below for a good drop of his rum.
“So…ever hear about the time I took on ten daigos and ate their ears? It was a fine tale. Oh…how do you like seagull for lunch. Knowing Rachael, she going to be shooting a few birds when she wakes up. Lord knows where she gets that from eh? Not you of course. You wouldn’t waste your time taking crack shots at birds.” He guffawed and opened the door for the Old pirate and the two would go below.
Up on deck, the Doctor knelt down near the sleeping beauty known as Rachael, and gently rocked her shoulder.
“Uhm..Rachael. I just want to say, Congrats on finding your Pa. But, please don’t kill the Captain when you wake up.”
*
LadyBelz: Rachael started to come around, faintly hearing the Doc speaking to her. “…please don’t kill the Captain when you wake up.” That seemed to break through the fog she’d found herself in and she sat up, eyes wide. She looked at Doc before grabbing him by the front of his shirt and yanking him close. “My father is alive?” The Doc nodded. “And he’s on this ship?” The Doc nodded. “I fainted.” Another nod. “And they just left me laying there?” She screeched. Wincing, his temples still pounding from a hangover, he nodded. “THOSE DIRTY ROTTEN SCOUNDRELS!” she screamed, scattering birds that had been resting in the crow’s nest and along the masts. Getting to her feet, using the Doc as leverage, she shook him. “WHERE ARE THEY?” He pointed toward the Captain’s quarters with a shaking arm. Scowling, she turned and headed below, forgetting in her haste that she still had hold of Doc’s shirt, dragging him along with her. As she got closer to the Captain’s room, she could hear raucous laughter within and it served to fuel her anger to volcanic proportions.
She kicked in the door, knocking it from the hinges. She tossed the Doc into the room, not caring where he landed. “I HATE THE LOT O’ YA AND MAY YE ALL ROT IN THE FIREY PITS O’ HELL!” She yanked her pistol from her belt and proceeded to shoot the bottle of rum that had been in Moon’s hand before drawing her sword and smashing any remaining bottles she could find. Once done, she stormed from the room to her cabin, slamming and locking the door behind her. She then threw herself onto her bunk and broke out into heartbroken tears.
*
CharlotteCarrendar:- The bottle that the Captain held in his hand by the neck, exploded in a shower of rum and glass, that went all over his lap and half the deck. “CHRIST ALMIGHTY!” he exclaimed as he looked up to see his beloved going absolutely troppo, as she stood in the door, her hair practically taking on a life of its own, as she spun her head around as though possessed. The Doctor was crawling along the floor whimpering “Hide me, hide me.”
The Captain rose up and slammed his fists on the table, and stood like a gorilla on crack.
“WHAT IN BLEEDING HECK IS WRONG WITH YA, WOMAN?” he shouted, after she had just told them all to go rot in the fires of hell. The Doctor’s head peeked up from behind the Captain’s desk and his gold fish mouth was agape as he saw her take out her sword and the willfully start smashing the place up. “Oh its that time of the month….heeeelp.” The Doctor cried, dissappearing under the desk again, as Harold the Parrot started dancing under the wig. “Ahahahahhaha,. *whistle*…crazy pirate..crazy pirate” The parrot was chattering inaudibly as the wig went up and back on the pole.
“Don’t you smash….*crash*…my bloody bottles…*tinkle smash crash*…of rum!” The Captain watched on as the fiery beauty broke every single bottle of rum in his cabin. The room stunk to high heaven like a brewery, and the Captain was livid.
“I WAS ENTERTAINING YOUR DA…AND YOU ACT LIKE THIS? WHAT SHAME YOU BRING YOUR NAME, RACHAEL!” he roared, really pissed off now that she gone and destroyed his stocks. It was going to be a very long voyage…being sober. As she departed with a loud bang of the door, the Captain stood there and trembled with rage, as the ship’s doctor finally rose up from behind the desk, his glasses crooked and a pale expression.
The Captain glanced at Red Beard and then said.
“I..think that was a bit uncalled for, don’t you?”
*
LadyBelz: In her cabin, Rachael ran about frantically throwing her belongings into a bag. She had to get off this ship before she committed murder. If she had to swim back to the island then she would do so, but she was not going to spend one more moment on a ship with people who would deliberately lie to her, and hurt her in the worst way possible. Her cat crawled from beneath her bunk and pawed at her leg. She looked down at him, tears falling in rivers from her eyes and picked him up. “I can’t stay here…with them…with him…it hurts too much. It’s like losing my mother and father all over again and I can’t do it. We’re going home.” She took up her bag and left the room at a run, her cat clutched in her embrace. Shocked to see her so upset, no one tried to stop her as she lowered one of the boats into the waters below. Tim looked upon her as she climbed down the ladder. “Miss Rachael? Where ye goin?” he asked. “I’m going home, Timmy. I can’t stay here. I feel like my whole world is falling apart and I can’t stay.” she stated.
Tim watched as she readied the oars before making a snap decision and shimmying down the ladder into the boat beside her. “What are you doing?” she demanded. “I’m going with ye. It don’t feel right, letting you go on yer own. Yer like me sister and I’d feel bad if I couldn’t help ye.” His words threatened to tear her soul to shreds so she simply nodded and sat down away from him. He took up the oars and began to row away from The Devil’s Mystery.
*
CharlotteCarrendar:- Back in the Captain’s cabin, the ship’s Doctor had started to pick up the many broken pieces of glass and jugs of pottery, caused by the furious fire of Rachael’s temper. Captain Moon stormed up and down the length behind his desk, waving his hands about. “You say nice things…she gives me grief. You rescue her in a woman’s dress, she kisses your cheek. She gives me those looks, and I think…oh yes, I am in to score a night on the silks…then she marches in here and smashes up my rum! Why…why can’t she be more like a man. Men don’t go round smashing up the Captain’s rum. I am going to make her walk the bloody plank for this. I tell ya. Mark my words.” He ranted and raved, shook his fist, cursed his maker, basically went off the deep end, then finally it hit him, that her Pa was sitting there, probably stunned by all this.
Captain Moon wanted to flip his desk, but then remembered his guest.
“Was your wife ever like this? I mean…I don’t understand the women folk. I don’t. Why she have to be so bloody cruel to me all the time?”
He really was so confused, while the Doctor licked his fingers, dumping the last of the broken glass and pot in the hessian bag. “Maybe you should have picked her up, instead of letting her just lay on the deck like a sack of potatoes.” He offered.
“SHE LOOKED PEACEFUL TO ME!” and that was his excuse. Little did he know, she was sailing away with the cabin boy, Tim.
*
LadyBelz: Billy looked at Moon. “Truth lad, me Lillian had a bit of a temper as well. Imagine that’s where Rachael gets it from. I ‘member a time I came home late from the inn with me mates…she threw a knife at me head.” Billy pushed his thinning hair back from his forehead, pointing to a faint scar that went from his scalp down to his left ear. “Damn near sliced me face off, she did. Oh did I have to do tons of apologisin the next mornin when I could see straight again. It was two weeks before she’d speak ta me again. It was a month before she let me lay with her in our marital bed…I think that’s when Rachael was conceived now that I think about it.” Billy chuckled…
Tim stopped rowing just as the sun was setting below the horizon. Rachael had been silent the whole trip. He dug out the bin of supplies he’d found stashed beneath the sails and pulled out a tin of biscuits. “Miss Rachael, you hungry?” he asked, gentle. She sniffed once and turned to look at him before looking at the biscuit he held. She took it from him and nibbled on it. “Thanks.” she murmured, voice husky from not speaking for so long. “Are you gon’ be okay?” he wondered. She shook her head. “I don’t think I am going to be okay ever again.” He placed a hand on her shoulder in comfort. “I meant what I said earlier. Yer like me sister, I’ll take care of ya.” She gave him a small smile before feeding some of her biscuit to her cat. “Where are we?” she wondered. “A few miles from the coast I think. Can’t tell in the dark. We’ll wait till morning then I can check the compass.” he replied. She nodded before going silent once more…
*
CharlotteCarrendar:- With the cabin now back in a fit state, but missing most of the rum bottles that lined the shelve, Captain Moon collapsed back in his chair, and then grumbled to himself. “I’m hungry. Doc, go fetch Tim and get him to rustle up some food for us. Belly is nagging worse than some old diddy.” The Doctor nodded, though he wasn’t at all hungry, and left the cabin, dragging behind him the bag of broken glass and pottery.
The Captain became thoughtful when Red Beard explained how his wife often acted when he didn’t do things as she would have liked. Even sent a dagger at his head in a fit of fury. She sounded like a right treat, but the fondness on Red Beard’s face showed that she was a woman that he deeply loved. He knew in his heart he would be the one that had to aplogoise, even if she did just taken out his entire rum stock. He threw his hands up and then rose to his feet and then growled under his breath
“I hate saying sorry..” He then marched out of his cabin, about to go to see Rachael, when the Doctor came flying up and gripped the Captain’s shirt. “Cap’n…the small boat is gone, and so is Tim.!” The Captain growled and his fist pounded on Rachael’s door. “Rachael…we need to talk.” There was no answer of course, and he and the Doctor looked at each other, and the Doctor mouthed “Oh no..” The Captain broke down the door, only to find the room empty and her cat and belongings gone.
“BLAZIN’ BARNACLES..SHE UP AND LEFT ME!”
*
LadyBelz: Billy followed along, knowing he needed to ask after his daughter, now that he knew she was alive and not dead like some had claimed. When he heard Moon exclaim she was gone, he peered over the man’s shoulder into the empty room. “Where the hell would she go? We’re in the middle of the bloody ocean!” he growled. He grabbed Moon by the shirt, turning to face him, despite the fact he was not a young man anymore, but his strength belied his age. “Now I may not have been in her life these past years but I’m very protective o’ me daughter. What did ya do ta her, mate?
*
CharlotteCarrendar: – Having his shirt grabbed by the Pirate Red Beard and then asked what exactly Captain Moon had done to his daughter, had him damn well enraged.
“I do…EVERYTHING for her. I even…dressed up as a woman, had a fleet of ships come to rescue her. I swore me heart…I gave her my most precious locket. I give her the world. She has free run of me ship…and everyone knows I hate women. That there be saying something.” The Doctor nodded in the background.
“Aye….he does love the woman, but it appears, that our Captain never learnt how to be a…a..”
“A what?”
“A…gentleman.”
“I’m a bleedin’ pirate! All those wenches at the Inns can’t get enough of me. Shouldn’t that be enough!”
“Not to her. Maybe you should…have picked her up when she fainted.”
“I told ya why I didn’t.”
“Well, she’s had a fit and fled. All cause you didn’t pick her up.”
“WOMEN!!!”
“Captain…think, they can’t have gone far. We need to find them, before they run foul of the British, that are bound to be after us.”
The Captain could see the logic, and then he stared back at Red Beard and said firmly.
“I love that woman…that’s all I ever did.”
And with that, he rmarched up to the top deck, to get to the helm and start the search for h is wayward Lady and the cabin boy.
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LadyBelz: Billy watched Moon walk up toward the helm and followed behind him. He stopped beside him, hands linked behind his back as he stared off into the horizon. “Can I ask ye somethin’?” he began, waiting for Moon to answer.
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CharlotteCarrendar: – “What ya be wantin’ to ask?” he said, looking down at Red Beard, who was a tad shorter.
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LadyBelz: “Do ye love me daughter?”
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CharlotteCarrendar: – “Does a pirate love the sea?”
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LadyBelz: “Doesn’t quite answer me question, Lad. Do ye *love* me daughter?” Billy wondered if Moon had ever admitted his feelings to anyone…or if he ever admitted he had feelings, period. He was determined to find out.
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CharlotteCarrendar: The Doctor stood in behind them feeling that there was some need for mediation with the emotionally devoid Captain. He stepped in and said. “He does.”
“Shut up, he wasn’t asking you.”
“But…you do, only you have a rotten way of showing it.”
“Manly men don’t go singing love songs.”
“How hard is it for you to say to the woman…”I love you.”
“HARD…..but I do try…and when I try. I near swallow me tongue..”
Clearly this was one of the reasons Rachael was insecure, and the Doctor interjected again.
“Say….”I love you Rachael.”
“I….this is silly…”
“Say it!”
“I….love..you…grr…Rachael.”
“See…you can say it, now you only need to say it to her, and not me.”
“I hate you.”
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LadyBelz: Billy listened to the Doc and Moon go back and forth and had to chuckle. He slapped Moon on the back, nearly knocking him from his post. “See mate…a woman likes to hear those words from time to time. Actions are well and good, but they need to actually hear those three little words…especially without the grumbling and growling along with it or she’s gone ta think ya don’t mean it. I learned that from me Lillian when I was courtin her proper. She came right out and said ta me…and mind ya, this was after I’d killed a bear for our supper and dropped the dead carcass on her table and told her ta clean it up and cook it…oh she was in a right state after I said that…she asked me. “Do ya love me, Rochard?” and I says “Of course I do woman! I just killed a bear for ya!” And she says…”Well a bear isn’t enough, I like to hear the words from ye sometimes.” Billy chuckled. “I was like you…grumbling and growling like I had a spiked crab in me smalls. But this one day…she was pickin flowers up on a small hill we had behind our home…
I just looked at her…sun shinin in her hair…she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes upon…and she was mine…I walked up to her, took her in me arms and said without fuss…”I love you, my Lilly flower.” Mate, the look on her face…it will follow me to me grave. Her eyes sparkled and the smile she laid upon me eyes was brighter than any star in the sky. And I made meself a promise then to tell her I loved her every chance I had ta.” Billy turned to look at Moon. “Actions are all well and good…but sometimes…they need ta hear it ta believe it.” Billy patted him on the shoulder, more gentle this time and turned to walk away. “I’ll take first watch.”
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CharlotteCarrendar:- The Captain stood there, his facial expression changing from one of absolute frustration and wounded pride, to one of a more softened tone. Listening to Red Beard tell the tales, of how he wooed his lady, and treated her much like Moon had his Rachael in the early years, kinda had him realize that he had been doing the same thing.
“I..I just try and..show her. You know? And..there was this time at the rock pool. Its so embarrassing. She was doing her usual, rant, and raving, and the sunlight hit her and she just…looked so wonderful. I kissed her and…she turned into this…I don’t know how to describe it. She was all over me, clawing at me, like I was a side of beef. Scared me it did.”
“I remember that…heh.”
“Shut up…how many times do I have to tell you to shut up?”
“Sorry…but it was funny.”
Captain Moon rolled his eyes and then sighed. “Take the first watch, we going to turn the ship around and…save her….AGAIN.” He marched past the two men and went to be alone at the front of the ship, where he took out his eye glass, and started to scan the waters, in the hopes of finding the tiny boat, and his missing love.
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LadyBelz: Billy tried so hard not to laugh but it couldn’t be helped. He didn’t just laugh…he guffawed. Loudly. “Oh mate…that’s an O’Malley female trait. Lillian caught me out once that way and I thought I was going to be eaten alive…but it was the best two hours of me life…if I die and go to heaven…I want that to be me Paradise.”
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CharlotteCarrendar: – The Doctor was left standing with Billy, and he shrugged his shoulders sheepishly after being told to shut up so many times he lost count. He did get amusement from Billy’s tale of how Rachael’s mother was exactly the same. The Doctor knew it wouldn’t be right to explain how Moon’s willy even did a turtle move, cause he was so scared by her need for sex at that point. Doctor Patient confidentialtity and all that.
He watched Moon stand at the front of the ship, staring out and trying to spot the tiny boat, and he leaned over to Billy and said.
“Never seen a man that loved a woman as much as he does. He just doesn’t know how to express it.”
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LadyBelz: Billy nodded. “Well if Rachael is anything like her mother…he better dig his head out of his arse or he’s going to lose her for good.”
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CharlotteCarrendar: “I been trying to get his head out of there for years, Red Beard. Trust me, he has it so far up there, its amazing he can walk straight.”
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LadyBelz: Billy grinned at that before walking away. He paused in his musings to look up at the moon and he smiled. “Ye’d be proud of our daughter, Lils. She’s found herself a good man. Keep her safe, love. Keep her safe.” Grabbing up a second eyeglass, he crawled his way to the crow’s nest to keep watch out for his wayward and stubborn-headed daughter. Knowing she was alive…gave him a tiny glimmer of hope…that maybe he’d been lied to all these years and that his son might be alive as well…
LoreleiRoseCarrendar: On the Edith, it was like the backstage dressing room of a broad way musical, with pirates of all shapes and sizes, picking out female costumes to wear, in a big to go in as a musical brothel boat, in the hope of tricking the british into getting Rachael back. Moon and the Doctor, were both standing looking into a special chest that the Pirate King had brought up specially. “Its some of my best frocks. Knocked em dead in Paris.” He said, holding up a feather fan and waving it, as Moon sneered at the Doctor. “I hope to God Rachael never sees this.” He said with a gruff and angered tone. The Doctor took off his own hat, and then placed on a large white frilly wig. “Remember why we are doing this, Captain. Tis the only way.” The Captain’s shoulders slumped, as he took out a French burlesque costume, designed for the Pirate King. “I feel so cheap.” He muttered as he went off to get changed. The rest of the crew got the ship ready with fancy lanterns, and flags, and brought out the phonograph, so they could play music while they seduced the British soldiers. The first mate came up alongside Captain Lostchild and slapped his back heartily. “You are a good man for letting us use ya ship. Here…Smith is going to take ya for that drink. We promise to bring your ship back…in a jiffy.” He lied, and waved Captain Lostchild off, as he went to raise the anchor. The ship moved out of port with the dancing lady pirates on the top deck, approaching the Sentor, while all the other pirate ships….got ready. :: On the deck of the Sentor, two guards were doing the rounds, when they saw the brightly lit up party boat approaching. They both stopped, as they saw the buxom lassies, rubbing themselves against the posts and ropes, while there were four…very large ladies, dancing on the top or bow of the ship.
LoreleiRoseCarrendar: Moon was dressed in a hot red number, with a white wig, while Captain Maureen, was dressed from head to to in pink feathers and lace and a black top hat. The Doctor was wearing a huge white wig, and equally odd makeup, and they all waved and blew kisses at the Sentor’s crew. “Let us aboard and for a bag of gold…we will sing, dance and blow your cares away….” the Pirate King or Queen sang out.
Guest_Shrurak: Captain Lostchild almost yelled in excitment as he immediatly wrapped his arm around Smith’s shoulders, speaking cheerful. “Hope you can keep up with me, lad. Now, wher eis that tavern?” he asked before looking back as he watched his ship slowly leaving the dock, shouting out to the departing crew and the very strange men dressed as women. “Have my men tel lyou about the ‘special’ cannon in the bow of the ship!” He yelled before grinning and turning to Smith, walking towards the town as he spoke. “Do you know any good drinking songs, lad?” He asked before contining, his sea blue eyes looking to the town and back to Smith. “Nothing better than a roudy song with a drink.”
LoreleiRoseCarrendar: The guards on board the Sentor, looked quizzically as the ship laden with female booty, and some rather ugly ones at that came up alongside the Sentor and sure enough, the brazen hussies managed to have a large plank laid across to connect the two ships. You could hear the chorus of deep giggles, as one by one, the hairy legged lovelies paraded across the plank, with the Captain Moon and Doctor bringing up the rear, Moon in particular, trying his best to swing his hips like a woman, but he did look incredibly butch. The Doctor took it in his stride, and you would think he had done this before, while the Pirate King was a right nancy, tickling the guards with his feather boa, while blowing kisses at the other sailors. The sound of the dancing pirates coming aboard would be heard from beneath, and in particular, one Lord Shammersmoth, who heard the strains of music floating down to his cabin. “What the..?” he exclaimed, storming up from his cabin, only to be confronted with female dancers, snogging and dancing with his crew. “WHAT IN THE QUEEN’S NAME IS GOING ON HERE?!” he shouted.
LadyBelz: The thunderous sound of many a foot was what awoke Rachael from the light doze she had fallen into. Billy sat up as well, blinking sleepily. “What the bleedin devil is that ruckus?” he asked. Rachael was staring up at the ceiling while straining to hear what was going on. “I think I hear singing.” she said. Billy turned his gaze upward as well and chuckled as he began to hear it as well. “Sounds like a bunch o’ drownin cats ta me.” Rachael had to laugh at his accurate description. “Maybe the Pig Lord himself be gettin into his own special drink.” Rachael snorted. “And pullin his own pud he is as well.” Billy added. Rachael turned a little green thinking of it. “Remind me ta scrub that horror from me brains later, eh?” she groaned.
LoreleiRoseCarrendar: – As soon as the Lord of the hour emerged from below, the Doctor and Captain Moon both looked at each other, stopping their dancing, since they knew that he was the key to the rescue of Rachael. For a moment, Moons looked up to the heavens, as if he was asking for forgiveness from the God’s of the sea for what he was about to do. The Doctor spoke through gritted teeth so as not to be heard and said to Moon. “Do it for her…and my wife.” The Captain then started what would be the most comical display that his crew and his own ship’s Doctor had ever seen. He started to prance across the floor, his hips swinging back and forth like the liberty bell, and then stood with his fake chest jutting out, right in the Lord’s face. He actually had melons shoved down his bustier, but least they were firm. “Fancy…a lap dance, Commodore?” his voice so husky, and with the thickly applied lipstick, he was overpowering to say the least. The Pirate King had to hold back a giggle, and then held his feather fan up to his face, waving it wildly, since he found this arousing…and so did…the Lord. “My…aren’t you a big one?” Captain Moon realised that the Lord had taken the bait, and he reached round and squeezed the Lord’s bottom. “Tee hee….hee. I like a man with…big buns.” Oh that just had all the sailors laugh and the Lord growled, as he licked his lips. “Why don’t you dance for me in private…Miss…err..?” The Captain fluttered his fake eyelashes and said huskily…”Call me..Luna…like the Moon.” With that, the Lord escorted Captain Moon down the stairs, as the rest of the crew of dancers, distracted the guards and officers. :: Running up the wharf, Smith had the secret to the lead ships capabilities, about a large cannon, that was hidden. “Quick…out of the cove lads…We going to blast those British right back to the Queen’s fanny!”
Guest_Shrurak: Captain Lostchild, having been all but abandoned in the rather empty tavern, humming a rather catchy tune to himself as he walked over to a table and made a small show of spinning the chair on one leg before cathing it and sitting down, simaltaneously removing his hat and lieing it on the table before he looked to the only other soul in the tavern, a barmaid. By God he nearly tore a hole through his trousers! It had been mintues since he had seen a woman, months since he had seen a real one and at the time any real woman rgeatly excited him. He did his best not the leer at the girl, grinning softly before slapping on the table. “Lass would you care to bring a salty ol’ captain a drink?” He said to her, still softly grinning.
LadyBelz: The footsteps moved closer and one deck above, Rachael could make out the sound of two voices. The Pig Lord she knew instantly, as his stench seemed to permeate the very wood of which the ship was built. The other voice sounded very high-pitched and a bit on the rough side…and very, very familiar. Her eyes widened. “Oh no he did not!” she gasped. “What’s that, then?” Billy asked. Rachael had a hand over her mouth, eyes wide and filled with mirth. She could barely speak as the hilarity of the situation suddenly struck her. Oh she could not wait to hear this story from James’s own mouth, that’s for bleedin sure…Meanwhile, inside The Drunken Jackyl, it was completely empty after the pirate hordes cleared out to go on a rescue mission. After Mary had roused some of the more drunken lads into picking up poor Jim and taking him home, she headed into the kitchen to start the washing up, leaving a single barmaid, Eden, to sweep up the floor and straighten the tables and chairs. When Captain Lostchild came into the bar, she gave him a quick glance before returning to her work. She heard a chair scraping across the floor before he spoke to her. “Lass would you care to bring a salty ol’ captain a drink?” She looked up to see the man was leering at her and she rolled her eyes. If she had a gold coin for every time a pirate looked at her that way, she could have been retired in some fancy mansion on the coast somewhere by now. Tossing the broom to the floor, she went to the bar to pour the man some mead, taking both mug and bottle to the table he sat at. She slammed both upon the rough surface. “Enjoy.” she stated before turning back to collect her broom.
LoreleiRoseCarrendar: Down below the Sentor, the Lord Shammersmoth brought the very large courtesan into this chambers thinking that “Luna” the luscious and buxom beauty, might very well do what Rachael failed to, and that was to get him off. He instantly strode over and turned on the phonograph to play his favourite music so that Luna had something to dance too. Captain Moon however, he had to come up with a plan to get Rachael out of the place where she was being held, and fast, before the other ships arrived and all hell broke loose. “Now…my lovely. Let old Shammie see those mmmm gorgeous breasts.” He said lustfully, turning around but only thing was, Captain Moon had a rather nasty surprise. For within his skirts he was wearing Rachael’s spare guns, which were cocked and pointed at the Lord’s face. ~click click~ “Hehehe…NO…you, are going to give me the keys to where ever it is Rachael is, or I am going to redecorate your walls…in pink…Savvy?” Captain Moon leered at the Lord, as the record hit a bump and repeated the same part of the song. “You….its you. Captain James MOON! You pirate scum….you loathsome baboon.” He swore, shaking his fist, as Moon put the barrels of his guns to the Lord’s head. “One…two…” The Lord went crosseyed seeing the fact the Captain was counting down. “Down the bottom of the ship, in a cell with that decrepit old Pirate.” Moon ripped off the Lord’s key chain and then he flicked the gun and said. “Sit!” with a growl. The Lord slank down into this chair, his chin wobbling. “What…what are you going to do?” The Captain leered at him and said. “Give you a lap dance you won’t forget.” The Lord gasped as the Captain raised up his boot from beneath his skirts and stomped hard and fast on the Lord’s willy, causing his to pass out cold. “Ya shit head!” he then kicked the chair back with the Lord in it and dashed out of the quarters, roaring. “RIGHT YOU GIRLS…KNOCK EM DEAD!” this was the cue for the lady pirates to bring out their weapons that were hiding in their dresses and scuffles and gunshots were heard, as Moon ran down the stairs to find his Rachael. “Rachael!” he cried, calling through the darkness.
Guest_Shrurak: Captain Lostchild flinched suddenly as the woman slammed his drink and the bottle onto the table, shooting her a slightly hurt gaze. “Lass, I meant no harm, hel if I wished to simply take you I would have tried already. I am no savage, well not towards women of course.” He said with a now, diminished erection and more serious expression as he leaned onto the table, grabbing his glass and hungrily taking a large drink, slamming it down onto the table himself. “And can you blame an old man like me? Hell 10 months on the sea would make even the most devout priest weak in the knees at the sight of a lass, any lass.” he said with a smile and a luagh before downing a second, even larger drink. He didn’t act much liek a pirate but he certainly drank liek one, already down to a small sip of his glass in two mouthfuls.
LadyBelz: Eden laughed then. “Yer a bit of a charmer ain’t ya?” She swiped her damp hair back from her forehead. Eden didn’t think she was a pretty girl, she wasn’t as vain as some of the women on the island, but a few of the pirates had been looking her over. It flattered her a bit…but not that much, especially on a nightly basis. Mary popped her head out of the kitchen. “Floor ain’t ta be cleanin itself, Eden. Get yer lazy arse ta work.” She snapped before heading back into the kitchen. Eden stuck her tongue out at the closing door, only to hear Mary shout out “I heard that, missy!”…Back on the Sentor, Rachael stood when she heard the gunshots and the sounds of bodies hitting the deck. Underneath all that, she could hear her name being shouted. “I’m down here! James! Down here!” she called out, moving to stand at the bars of the cell and waving her arm through it. She tried to see Moon as she heard him descend the stairs. When he came around the corner, Rachael’s mouth dropped open in shock. It was the last thing she expected to see.
LoreleiRoseCarrendar: Up on the top deck, the pirates all removed their wigs, except for the Pirate King, he was really enjoying being dressed totally as a women. But the guards were horrified to realize they had been had by filthy pirates. The sounds of swords clanging and rifle fire, only made the sound worse, by the oncoming fleet of the Pirates. The loud whistle as Cannons were ripping through the air, the boom of the guns, and the skull and cross bones was fluttering proudly upon the Devil’s mystery, who was being sailed by the rest of the crew. Down below, Captain Moon was fiddling with the keys, while his wig made him look so much taller. He could make out his Rachael in the faint glow of the cannon fire, and was trying to hurry up and unlock the door to the cell. “Don’t..you say a bloody word, Woman.” He growled under his breath, knowing he looked like something from a pantomime. Another turn of the key and the gate opened, and Captain Moon reached in to seize Rachael by the arm and drag her out, before the ship was blown apart.
Guest_Shrurak: With a chuckle Captain Lostchild simply winked to the woman, taking the last sip from his glass before adding. “No, dear. Just British.” He said wit ha smile before standing and grabbing the bottle, turning it up high as he too ka large drink, nearly draining it before stopping to slightly whipe his lips and walk around the bar. “Aye, many a men would certainly get into a right damned hustle over you, lass. Fueled by ol’ liquid courage as it were.” he said, tipping the bottle slightly to her as he leaned against a wall close to the bar and to the woman and took an othe rlong, hearty drink. “And my dear, if I drink much more I might not be able to use my o’l sword to ravish you.” he said playfully, wiggling his eyebrows as he sat the now empty bottle on the bar top and calmly wlaked back over to his table, grabbing his hat and tossing it unceremoniously onto his head.
LadyBelz: Rachael had to do a double-take to be sure she wasn’t seeing things. “Are you wearing a bleedin’ dress?” she snickered. “And makeup?” She had to bite her lip or she was going to bust out laughing. “Don’t..you say a bloody word, Woman.” he growled back in reply. He fiddled with the keys and lock, finally getting the door open and grabbing her arm. He began to pull her out but she balked. “Wait! James! Wait!” They were nearly to the stairs going up when she retaliated to the rough treatment by kicking him in the ankles. “James Peter Moon! Stop dragging me about and listen for two bloody seconds!” she shouted over the sounds of dying men, swords crashing and gunfire….Eden continued to sweep and clean up as Lostchild walked around chatting about bar fights and swords. She had a smile on her lips as she bent down to pick up a dirty glass that had been under one of the tables. “T’would take more than a sword to try ta ravage me, sir.” Eden stated, voice muffled as she looked under other tables for missing crockery.
LoreleiRoseCarrendar: The Captain was in a hurry to get his fair Rachael out and off that ship, but did she thank him? Did she swear her undying love? No, she bloody well kicked at him and snickered, then said something about having to stand and listen to her. Her timing was as always impeccable. But right on cue, a cannon ball ripped through the hull of the ship, blasting the sides and the timber went flying. “WHAT?!” he then spotted the old Pirate that was still in the cell. “Bleeding heck…ugh…there has to be another one to save.” He released Rachael and then stormed back in, ripping the Old Pirate off his chained bed and then threw him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, as up above, the screams of the dying and the clash of blades continued. “NOW…Let’s get moving!” He thundered past Rachael and tore up the stairs, with the poor old Pirate muttering some happy tune and waving to Rachael who would have been behind them. Up top, it was madness, and the Doctor was madly trying to fight off two soldiers with his one sword. Moon charged past and took out a musket, firing it into the back of one of the solider’s heads, blasting it apart. “We haven’t got time for dilly dallying. ALL HANDS ABANDON THIS SHIP!” He roared, as the dancing pirate ladies yelled out “AYE AYE, CAPTAIN!” Down below in the Lord’s cabin, Lord Shammersmoth was trying to get to his feet, his pants stained from the blood of his damaged willy. “I”LL GET YOU MOON….IF ITS THE LAST THING I DO!”
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Guest_Shrurak: “Ah but most men do not know how to use theirswords like men, they toss them wildly to and fro like savages with little concern for finesse or tactics.” he said, a soft msile playing over his lips as he turned to look at her just as she bent down, more thna few naughty diea spopping into his head as he leanined onto his table. ” Ia m a captain, I got the where I am with skill not force. Though..” He chcukled softly before gently tugging the front of his hat down to hide a rather darker expression. “The thrill of watching a rival ship burn and sink into the depths, after listening to your cannons tear them to shreds, can be just as thrilling pleasuring as lieing with a woman.” he smirked softly before standing and reaching into his coat, digging otu a few golden coins and tossing the monto his table, the coins rattling on one another as he did so. “For the drink and the company.” He said before tossing an extra coin onto them and taking his seat once more.
LadyBelz: The sound of coin bouncing across wood caught Eden’s attention and she stood up quickly, snatching up the coins and shoving them down the top of her dress. “Ye have a dark side, me think. But thank ye all the same, sir.”….Moon grabbed up Billy, and ran from the cell, Rachael on his heels, and just in time too as a cannonball exploded the wall where the cot had been resting. As they reached top deck, Moon shouting the order to abandon the ship, Rachael had to pause and stare. Pirates all over, in various stages of women’s dress were fighting off Lord Hammerspig’s men. She spotted the Devil’s own doctor fighting off two. Moon ran on, grabbing his pistol and shooting one of them in the head. Rachael quickly caught up to Moon, beating him to the rail and swinging across safely to her beloved Devil’s Mystery. She turned to wait for Moon to bring Billy safely across.
Guest_Shrurak: Lostchild chuckled deep in his throat, a now slightly dark smirk painted firmly on his face as he gently let his hand cup and stroke his chin beard as he spoke to the woman. “All good captain’s need an outlet, mine is naval warfare.” He tipped his hat up, now lettign rest sligthy further back on his head before winking to the woman. “Most salty dogs look to woman for that, i say woman are far too beautiful to take otu such things upon.” With that he casually reached down and pulled out his pistol. Though at first it looked quite like the standard flintlock pistol it quickly became aware that is had twin barrels, one beside the other. The engravings on the barrels worn away from the sea air and years of use, the wood dinged and tarnished from the same. He calmly twirled it on his finger before catching it in his hand and pointing it up into the air at a slightly angle. “Men who use woman never meet swift deaths.” He thin grinned a bit..wickedly for someone so polite and well spoken. “And, lass. I am the reason behind that. My men like to call me ‘The widow Maker’.” He luaghed loudly at that before bringing his pistol down onto the table and smiling to the woman. “Another drink, lass?”
LoreleiRoseCarrendar: :- The five other ships of the British fleet were alerted to the oncoming of the Pirate fleet, with the Devil’s mystery in the lead. But what shocked all the officers on the other ships was the fact that it was women that were doing all the fighting. The Devil’s mystery came up one side of the Sentor, the Edith came up the other, as the Pirate King grabbed a rope and swung across to his vessel. “TALLY HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” he sang out, as he was still in pink feathers and sequins, much to the delight of his crew. Rachael had already swung over to the Devil, leaving Moon fighting off the last of the guards, as he took a rope and snarled at the smelly old bugger on his shoulder. “PISS ON ME, AND I GUT YOU, YA OLD FART!” Then with a push off, he swung across between the ships, as Lord Shammersmoth came up the stairs. “MOOOON…COME BACK HERE!…YOU’RE DEAD…YOU’RE ALL…” then both the Edith and the Devil’s mystery’s cannons opened fire, in a massive display of firepower, with the smell of gun powder and splintering wood. The Sentor was being blown to bits, its masts collapsing as the ship was pummelled over and over by the cannon fire. The Sentor started to break apart, then the fire reached the hold where the gun powder was stored and then there was an almighty explosion, as the ship was blown clear out of the water. Captain Moon landed, and rolled onto the main deck, while the old Pirate was flung towards a barrel. With the other ships seeing the might of the Pirate fleets, they all started to try and turn away, with the Sentor starting to sink, below the waves. Captain Moon stood up, with his wig on crooked and lipstick smeared, as the crew cheered and shook their swords at the pussy British fleet. Moon then placed his hands on his hips and snarled at all of them. “I need a bloody drink.” And stormed off to his cabin. The doctor came over and went to hug Rachael, though he was still in drag. “They did all this, for you, Lady Rachael.” The scene was one of death, broken masts and gay looking pirates. Where else would she ever rather be?
LadyBelz: Eden stared at the gun in the man’s hands. It was larger than any gun she’d ever seen. “I’m impressed, sir. Ya wouldn’t happen ta be making widows of the married gentry would ye? Them English dandies dunna take a kindness to a pirate between their lass’s skirts and such.” Eden wondered, continuing around the bar and doing her tasks. Mary had popped out a couple of times to collect any dirty dishes Eden found, and to make sure there was no funny business going on, giving Lostchild dirty looks each time she noticed he was still around. Explosions and gunfire echoed through the open windows of The Drunken Jackyl as Mary popped in again. “Sounds like quite the party.” Mary stated, grabbing up another tray of dishes. Eden took a look out the window in time to see a ship’s mast sinking below the waves. She caught sight of an English flag on the mast and snickered. “Serves those English bastards right. This is our island, neutral ground and they have no business a’bein here.” Eden turned back to Lostchild. “The Pirate Lords and the English Monarchy have a treaty in place, have had it for centuries. This island is our safe haven. No Englishman would dare step upon our lands without reprecussions.” She pointed out the window, where another English ship went down in flames. “Someone’s head will be on the chopping block with this one.”….Rachael made sure that Billy was okay after his flight across the deck before she turned to James. She caught a glimpse of his backside, still encased in pink as he headed to his cabin. “Tim, could you see ta Billy, please.” she called out. Tim nodded and helped the old sea dog to his feet as Rachael headed below to the Captain’s quarters. His door was closed against her and locked tight. She knocked on the door before calling out his name. “James. Open the door, please.” she requested. She sensed that his male pride had taken a pretty hard hit, and her laughing at him probably didn’t help matters any. But she had to thank him for rescuing her. If only he’d “OPEN THE BLOODY DOOR, YA DAFT BASTARD!” she shouted when she didn’t get a reply to her knock.
Guest_Shrurak: Captain Lostchild let out a rather loud laugh at the woman’s response. “Who said I did it to get into there skirts, lass?” He said with a sly, almost decieving, smirks. “I kill men who deserve it, I leave the woman alone. Though I can’t say they haben’t thrown their knickers at me afterwards.” He said with a soft snicker before her turned to see the woman who popped out fro ma door behind the bar regularly. “Are you daft woman? Not very nice to give a man looks liek those less you intend to kill him.” He remakred before waving her over. “Come, sit. I’ll pay you just to talk if I have to.” He added before once more tossing several coins onto the table. Hearing the explosions and gunfire he smiled. “Ah, yes. Those strange loons at the docks mentioned something about that, took my ship to help them with it.” He said, leaving his pistol on the table though he knew it wasn’t loaded, and leaning back into the chair, propping his heels up onto the table.
LoreleiRoseCarrendar: Captain Moon didn’t really want rum, he wanted to get out of the silly get up and make up that made him look just like the Pirate King, Maureen. No sooner had he entered his cabin, he ripped off the wig and threw it so it landed on Harold and covered the bird completely. Then to the wash basin, and he scrubbed all the foul make up off his face, before patting it dry. Hands raised up, he undid his bustier, with the melons falling to the ground, only to hear Rachael now banging on his door. “James. Open the door, please.” He was still partly dressed in the girly skirt and grumbled and muttered to himself, not answering as he shook his hips to get it to fall off. Then, standing in his smalls, and nothing else, he heard her scream out like a woman possessed. “OPEN THE BLOODY DOOR, YA DAFT BASTARD!” Up top the crew were celebrating the end of the Sentor, when down below, Captain Moon opened the door, and Rachael would see pretty much all of him. He looked at her, chest rising and falling, glistening in sweat and the water droplets from his face and chin. “What?”
LadyBelz: Mary stared at the man, face scrunched up in a glare. “I’m no innocent serving wench, M’Lord. This be my place. Behave or take yourself and leave.” Mary headed back into the kitchen, leaving Eden and Lostchild alone. “Ya have ta excuse Mary. She worked hard ta get this place a’runnin. I’m greatful to her for the work.” She pushed the fresh coins across the table at him and sat down to rest her tired feet. “No need ta pay extra for me comp’ny. You’re an okay bloke.” Eden gave him a genuine smile…When the door flew open, Rachael had a reply to his curt greeting ready to speak but the words died a swft death upon seeing him. It may very well have been the first time she’d ever seen his unclothed body in the light of day. And he was a fine specimen to behold. All sinew and muscle. She gulped and dragged her gaze away from his chest to his eyes. “I…uh…came to…thank you…for the rescue…so…thank you.” she murmured. Surprising them both, she stepped closer to him and leaned up to plant a small kiss upon his stubbled cheek before she turned to walk away.
Guest_Shrurak: Lostchild let out a chuckle before shouting at the woman who glared to him as she wwent back int othe kitchen. “Still doesn’t make you any less daft.” He said before smiling and pushes the coins back to the woman who sat down across from him.” Take the gold, lass. My pride is fragile enough without cute lasses turning away my coin.” He said with a chuckle before adding. “Even if it is just for company.” With that he looked to the window and smiled. “I envy those men, a good fight would be welcome right now.” He said softly as he calmly gave his pistol a spin, casuing it to twirl around on it’s side.
LoreleiRoseCarrendar: For the first time in Moon’s life, he saw Rachael become awkward in his presence. The fact he was barely dressed might have had something to do with it. He was cutting in his one word question of “What?” but he was more than anything ashamed that he had to dress as a woman to save his woman. He stared down at her with those brooding dark eyes, the shock of jet black hair, that hung partially over one eye. His rippling muscles and abs, dripping with sweat and just soo….damn sexy. She then stuttered and stammered her way through an apology, and kissed his cheek, like…she was his sister. Moon stood there, looking oddly at her as she turned and walked away. All that effort, for a kiss on the cheek? Moon was about to close his door, when the Doctor came past Rachael, and then saw Moon’s state of dress. “I have heard of quickies…but that is ridiculous, Captain.” The Captain rolled his eyes and spun on his heel, then went back in his cabin, as the Doctor followed, slowly taking off his own wig, but still painted up like a lady. “Not what you think, Doc.” The Captain muttered sitting down in his chair and turning it towards the window. The Doctor looked confused and then brightened and said. “Premature ejaculation happens sometimes.” The Captain tossed him a look that was as if the Doctor had been drinking. “I didn’t touch her….She bloody well confused me again.” The Doctor sat down and fiddled with his lace frillies. “How?” The Captain sighed as he watched a wig dancing across the floor, probably Harold under it. “I don’t think she finds me attractive.” The Doctor kinda found that funny and had to cover his mouth with his hand. “I think she’s gay.” Moon said, rolling his fist and resting his chin on it. “Either that, or I am uglier than a dog’s ass.”
LadyBelz: Mary came back out of the kitchen with a wicked looking butcher’s knife in her hands. She marched up to the occupied table and slammed the knife, point down into the wood right near Lostchild’s smallest finger. “Ya want somethin ta eat or ya just gonna yammer me ears off all bleedin night?” She demanded, snatching up the coins on the table before either Eden or Lostchild could speak…Rachael stood up on the deck of The Devil’s Mystery. They hadn’t bothered returning to the island as they had stocked up on supplies earlier in the day and were sailing out into open seas. Someone had broken the treaty between the Pirate Lords and the English monarchy by attacking the pirates on their home turf, neutral lands and someone was going to pay. Tim came up beside her as she stared at the lights of their home as they faded in the distance. “Are ya okay, Miss Rachael? You took a pretty hard hit ta the head.” he asked. She patted his hand and gave him a small smile. “I’m fine, Tim. I have you ta thank fer raisin’ the alarm, I believe.” Tim blushed and ran his hand through his hair in embarassment. “I’d do it again, too. Yer important ta us, Miss Rachael. I don’t want anything bad ta happen to ya, ever.” he admitted. She patted his arm. “Yer a bonnie boy, Tim. Ya better get some sleep. Long day ahead of us on the morrow.” He nodded and headed to his bunk below. Rachael turned and went up to relieve the first mate for the evening, keeping the ship steady on her course, while she tried and failed to keep her thoughts of Moon and his gorgeous body from her mind. Who knew he was hiding such sexiness beneath all the ruffles and leather? She knew she could not repeat her actions at the lagoon. Some men, and it seemed Moon was one of them, didn’t care for women who asserted themselves in the bedroom. She shook her head and kept her attention on steering The Devil’s Mystery. If James wanted her, he was going to have to come to her for once. She was done with the chase…for now.
CharlotteCarrenadar: – Over on the Sentor, the crew that had made the daring kidnapping of the Lady Pirate Rachael, were dragging her hessian covered body over the side, and dumped her on the top deck like she was cargo, and not a woman beneath the wet cloth. The evil Lord Shammersmouth strode over and stood with his large satin covered belly protruding out over his pants. He wore a long curled wig, that sat atop his bald head, and he had this devilish grin, as he waved his right hand with a flourish. “Let us see our first catch of the day. BONSON…untie the cargo.” The Bonson saluted then set to untie Rachael’s ropes and then pulled the bag off her haphazardly, while all around her soldiers had their guns trained on her, in case she tried anything…fishy. “Oh…my. The legendary Pirate Rachael O’Malley. Welcome aboard the Royal Frigate Sentor. I am your host….Lord Shammersmoth, and we are going to play a little game, I like to call, “Swing that pirate from the yard arm!” He guffawed and then snapped his fingers, as his lieutenant came up alongside him. “Read the charges!” The lieutenant unfurled the warrant, and then coughed before uttering. “Lady Rachael O’Malley…you are hereby charged with Piracy, murder, and prostitution in Port Royale….the crown insists, that you are given the death penalty, to be hung by the neck till dead, at the rising of the morning sun at Dawn.” He then snapped his heels together, as Lord Shammersmoth snickered and then added…”Unless of course…we wish to…interrogate you first. I always like to get to know my prisoners, before I put them to death.” There was a lusty tone to his voice and he laughed, spinning on his heel. “Bring her to my cabin…oh and check that my sheets are fresh. She deserves the very best.” <3>
LadyBelz: – Trussed up like a stuffed turkey on Thanksgiving and tossed about like yesterday’s trash…that was what Rachael was feeling as the darkness that had descended upon her head in the form of a potato sack suddenly became light. Her hair hung in front of her face and she swept it back angrily, a retort upon her lips, ready to dress down the bastards who’d done this to her, and possibly gut him or her like a trout if she could get her hands on her dagger. When her vision cleared, both deed and action died a swift death at the many muskets pointed her way and she had to clamp tightly down upon the urge to gulp. And then what could only be described as a pig in a wig stood before her…sweating profusely and talking as if he owned the world. And he SMELLED! Like the perfumes from the far east English dandies liked to bath in, thinking it made them smell sophisticated, when all it did was make the ladies around them want to toss their cookies all over their expensive French silk slippers. Oh, she knew exactly who had captured her. As he talked about playing games and threaten to hang her from the yard arm, she unobtrusively felt beneath her skirts and was comforted when she discovered they had yet to find her dagger. She was paying not one whit of attention to the fat tub of lard until… “Bring her to my cabin…oh and check that my sheets are fresh. She deserves the very best.” As the man spun on his heel and left the deck. She was grabbed roughly by both arms and hauled after the man, her one eye glaring a very large hole in the back of his head.
CharlotteCarrendar:- On the docks of Pirate cove, there was much yelling and swearing, as the crews of five pirate ships were all thundering down the wooden palings. On the Devil’s Mystery, Captain Moon and his Doctor, had their eyeglasses trained out towards the open water, and of course, Moon saw his beloved Rachael, being surrounded by troops with muskets. “Rachael…” he said just under his breath, and the very thought of something happening to her, drove him almost insane in his mind, as he realized just how much she meant to him. “WE ARE GOING AFTER HER!…..RAISE THE ANCHOR….OPEN THE SAILS….GET THIS BARNACLE COVERED BRUTE OUT AFTER HER!!” He roared, snapping his eyeglass back in, as the Doctor looked at him, though he was insane. “Captain….Captain….wait..” the Doctor implored. Captain Moon spun around, his teeth clenched tight as he snarled through his nostrils. “WHAT?” The Doctor knew that to act in a rash fashion was a fools game. “Captain…think for a moment. There are six ships out there. We can’t risk the Devil’s mystery and all her crew to save one person. Don’t you think this might be a trap?” The Captain looked confused then thought for a moment, as his entire crew were on edge….wanting to go rescue Rachael, but needed the Captain’s orders. The Doctor spoke further. “There are five ships in this cove. Speak to the other Captains….form a plan. Don’t rush in fool hardy….I implore you. I care about her too, Captain….but we must think….please?” :: On the Sentor, the Lord Shammersmoth opened his door, as his burly officers dragged the unwilling Rachael into his quarters. They thrust her into a chair, and then both saluted, before leaving the room, and standing guard outside. Lord Shammersmoth, then changed his tone, and his demeanour. He reached for a bottle of brandy, and uncapped the cork. “Care for a little drink…before we get started, my dear?” <3>
LadyBelz: Thrust into the chair, she bit her lips as her elbow made contact with the hard wood of its arm. Cursing under her breath, she rubbed the numbness from it as the men saluted the so-called Lord and left the room, closing the door with a snap. On guard, Rachael eyed Shammersmoth carefully as he moved to open a bottle of brandy. “Care for a little drink…before we get started, my dear?” came the question, the man possibly thinking he was all charm. But Rachael was nobody’s fool. He was about as charming as a rattlesnake in a dark corner waiting to strike out at unsuspecting prey. “I want nothing from you. Release me at once or I will gut you where you stand.” she scowled.
CharlotteCarrendar:- The Lord heard Rachael’s threat and he actually smirked as she showed she had real fire in her belly. “Oh my dear. You know how to turn a man on. Yes…yes, I have heard all about you. Do you realize you are most famous in the lore of the Sea. The mighty Lady Pirate and her rich red hair, with a wild appetite to go with it. Many a sailor and Pirate would die to be in my shoes right now. Hell…. I have a hard on just thinking about it.” He poured a glass of brandy, and then held it like he was studying the glass and its delicious contents. Lord Shammersmoth then grinned at the Lady Pirate and said. “I do…have something to show you first. Yes…you’re going to want to see this. You see….you are just what I need to get…..the big fish.” He took out a wanted poster of not only the Pirate King…but Captain Moon as well. “That’s right. THEY ARE THE ONES I WANT….course, we knew that those two buffoons would be coming after the likes of you. So…welcome…to hell.” He ran his tongue over his enormous cod fish like lips, as he took a swig of his brandy. He then leaned closer to her, so she could smell his foul breath, as he licked her earlobe. “I’m going to make you a deal…you can’t refuse.” <3>
KaylaBloodlust: ~Ana sat up in the crows nest, reading her last chapter of her book~ “Ana dear!” ~She heard her father call, she quickly bent the corner of her page and closed the book and laid it down~ “Yes father?” ~She asked leaning over looking down at him~ “What are you doing up there? I need you down here with me!” ~He yelled, his tone was impatient and ill~ “I was just looking out over the ocean, I’ll be right down..” ~She answered crawling over the edge and quickly coming down the ladder, once her feet touched the ground she straightened the ruffles in her skirt and looked to her father with a sweet smile. He pursed his lips and turned on his heel heading into his Captain’s Quarters, without him saying a word she quickly followed behind him. Once inside she shut the door behind her and took a seat in front of his desk, he sat down and rested his elbows on his desk sighing~ “There have been reports that other ships have been spotted in the area and we don’t know whether or not they’re dangerous or harmless.. So we are planning on docking for the night but, we will have some of the crew on the boat standing guard..” ~Ana sighed as her father told her the plans~ “So what does this have to do with me?” ~She asked raising a brow, her father smiled and sat back~ “Since your brother was killed, I’m gonna need you to be my first mate… You’ll have to be prepared to fight on my commands, and I have a feeling that we are up for a nice battle soon..” ~He said with a chuckle~ “Plus, you’re a strong young woman and I know you’re ready..” ~He reached out opening his palm, She pursed her lips and placed her hand into his squeezing it gently~ “I won’t let you down father..” ~She said softly looking into his eyes and smiling~ “That’s my girl..” ~He muttered~
LadyBelz: Rachael wanted to throw up as he leered at her, talking of his non-existent manhood. She knew then she shouldn’t have changed her clothing to pants and her favourite shirt before she’d left her cabin. “If many a man stood where you are now, I’m not so sure we could see them, considering how disgustingly large you actually are.” she retorted. Lord Shammersmoth then grinned at the Lady Pirate and said. “I do…have something to show you first. Yes…you’re going to want to see this. You see….you are just what I need to get…..the big fish.” When he took up a pair of scrolls from his desk, she scoffed then. “You have absolutely nothing that would interest me, in your hands…” she looked him up and down contemptuously, “…or anywhere else.” He said nothing as he unrolled the scrolls, turning them to face her. It wasn’t the drawn visage of the Pirate King that caught her attention…it was the picture of her beloved James that made the breath catch in her throat. “Wanted: Dead or Alive…preferably Dead…” The words on the poster were seared into her brain. She could not take her eyes away from it as the whale-sized dandy leaned over her, surrounding her with his stink. He licked her earlobe and spoke to her almost as a lover. “I’m going to make you a deal…you can’t refuse.” he whispered, his stinking breath making her eyes tear. Growling in a rage, she suddenly turned her head, mouth open and teeth aiming to clamp around his earlobe, which was in her line of sight…
Guest_Shrurak: Captain Lostchild stood high above the waters of the sea and the deck of The Spaniard’s Daughter, an British Galleon that sailed a black flag that depicted a bleched skull with a dagger firmly impaled into the side of the skull, loudly and cheerfully singing out as he watched Isle de Mar Negro appear on the horizon, though this was mostly a moral booster. ” Farewell and adieu unto you Spanish ladies.” He sang, though he had a noticable British accent his was a bti deeper and had a slightly harsh tone about it though it was not an unpleasant voice.” Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain, For it’s we’ve received orders for to sail for old England, But we hope very soon we shall see you again.” At that moment the crew joined in, they obviously were used to Captain Lostchild’s singing, their voices booming as the ship sailed closer to the island. “We’ll rant and we’ll roar like true British sailors, we’ll rant and we’ll roar across the salt seas, Until we strike soundings in the Channel of Old England, From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues.” Captain Lostchild resumed singing; a soft smile had come across his face as he turned to climb down from the crow’s nest. “We have our ship to with the wind at sou’west, boys, We have our ship to, our soundings to see, So we rounded and sounded; got forty-five fathoms, We squared our main yard and up channel steered we.” he jumped down from the rope ladder, a few feet from the decks of his ship, and his men joined him in singing, their voices booming cheerfully from the deck as they finished the song and Captain Lostchild slowly walked towards the bow. “Now the first land we made it is called the Deadman, Next Ram Head off Plymouth, off Portland the Wight, We sailed by Beachy, by Fairlee and Dungeness, Till we came abreast of the South Foreland Light.” Captain Lostchild made his way quickly up a set of steps before reaching the bow of the ship, he then turned to his men as they call continued. “Then the signal was made for the grand fleet to anchor, All in the Downs that night for to lie, Then it’s stand by your stoppers, see clear your shank-painters, Haul all your clew garnets, let tacks and sheets fly.” With that he turned to look towards Isle de Mar Negro, now close enough to see people walking about on the docks and with a grin he continued, though his men had stopped singing as the rushed to prepare to dock the ship. “Now let every man toss off a full bumper, And let every man drink off a full glass, And we’ll drink and be merry and drown melancholy, Singing, here’s a good health to each true-hearted lass.” with that the ship came slowly into the dock, several of his sailors rushing to secure and toss ropes down to the other on the dock, the anchor dropping with a loud splash as he turning to the island, his hands on his hips and smiled.
CharlotteCarrendar:- The Captain was now in a right lather, and thundered down the gang plank to the dock, when the Pirate King himself was being helped with his wet coat, since the Captain had dunked him earlier, he was a bit miffed with the Captain but then he saw the look upon his face. “James….what is it?” He actually used the Captain’s real name. For once, all the rivalry was lost, and the two men stood facing each other. The Doctor ran down after the Captain, as the other Captains came up the wharf and wanted to know what was going on. “There are six British ships out in the open waters off the cove.” Moon then looked squarely at the Pirate king and said. “They have Rachael…” All the other pirates then started looking at each other, before a roar came up, many drawing their muskets and their blades. Daggers held aloft with much swearing and cursing against the English dogs. “Well…barnacle bob…they don’t do they?” The Doctor stood alongside the Captain and nodded. “And If I am right, its Lord Shammersmoth on the Sentor. A right bastard, rolling turd of a human being. Gentlemen…*he took in all those that were on the deck and then Moon shouted at them all to be quiet, and the Doctor nodded. “Had they just wanted her, they would have moved their fleet out. Look…they are still all out there. That means one thing. They want all of you.” Captain Moon snarled, and the Pirate King gulped. “Me?…what the hell did I do?” Some of the Devil’s mystery crew all looked at Maureen like he lost his marbles. “You’re the bloody Pirate King….course they want you….*then he said under his breath*…god knows why.” The Doctor could see that the Pirates were all starting to get the big picture. “We need a plan….and I have an idea.” :: Lord Shammersmoth appeared shocked by Rachael’s counter, but when she bit onto his earlobe, he yanked back hard, causing him to stumble and he actually lost a bit of his ear to her. “BITCH!..” he then moved to strike her across the face, in anger and fury. “I like them rough…but you have no idea how rough I can be….PIRATE WHORE!” he spat. <3>
LadyBelz: “BITCH!..” he howled as she spat the piece of ear directly into his face. There was a brief flash of pain as he struck her hard across the face, rocking her head to the side and nearly knocking her from her seat. She heard his snarl and turned to look at him, spitting a bit of blood (his or hers, she didn’t know) at his feet. “I like them rough…but you have no idea how rough I can be….PIRATE WHORE!” Rachael smirked then, a trickle of blood oozing down her chin to splash across the pristine white of her shirt. “Better a Pirate’s Whore than your slut.” she stated proudly, not an ounce of fear in the depth of her single eye. “You seem to be under the impression that being the whore to a Pirate is a loathesome and disgusting thing. That is so far from the truth it is laughable. Pirates treat their women like the treasures they are. Being a Pirate’s Whore is a badge of honor and I wear it proudly! And a Pirate Captain’s Whore is better than being a Queen! So, you fat, disgusting tub of guts! Call me whatever you like, but I am Rachael Moira Kathleen O’Malley, daughter of Captain Rochard “Red Beard” O’Malley and his Pirate Whore, Lillian Josette O’Malley and YOU. WILL. NOT. BREAK. ME!”
DarienArcher: -Singing along with him “We’ll rant and we’ll roar like true British sailors, We’ll rant and we’ll roar across the salt seas, Until we strike soundings in the Channel of Old England, From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues.” Diabolitio would put his fist up into the air as all the other crew on board would do the same. As the Captain called out getting ready to dock the ship. Diabolitio smiled has he saw some lights off the distance. Being one of the first men off the ship he leaped for the oncoming dock. Landing peaceful he smirked before yelling up to the others. ” Get your smelly asses off the ship and help dock it ” Diabolitio grabbed onto a rope which was near him and started to tie it off. Standing up towards his hieght of 6′ 2″ He was one of the tallest on the ship. His Captains words buzzed in his mind when he talked about drink. ” RUM! ” Diabolitio yelled out to the others in a deep french accent. “out of my bloody way you land lovers ” Diabolitio Started to make his way off the dock.-
CharlotteCarrendar:- Rachael was one fiery lass, there was no mistaking it. When he spat out at her that she was a Pirate whore, she…let rip. Stating proudly she would rather be a pirate whore than some skanky Lady slut. Oh the fire in her belly, as her single and only eye glinted. If Captain Moon had been there, his willy might have shrunk a tad, cause she was on one of her rolls. She wore the badge of a pirate whore with pride, and so defiant, she screamed out her name, and that of her parents to boot. “I am Rachael Moira Kathleen O’Malley, daughter of Captain Rochard “Red Beard” The Lord Shammersmoth gripped the edge of his desk, then he yelled out. “GUARDS…take her down to the cell below. Let the rats and the sad sack who is down there, keep her amused. She thinks she is so high and mighty…..and she killed my boner!” The doors opened, as the guards seized her arms, and dragged her down to the lower decks, where she was thrust into a cell, with another, who was hiding in a darkened corner. The other prisoner, was dressed in an old pirating outfit, that she would not have seen for years. His long hair turned grey, and his face hidden beneath his hat. He spoke…quietly..the life near taken from him after repeated beatings. “Yo…ho…ho….a pirate’s…life…for me…” but who was he, and how long had he been kept a prisoner..? :: On the docks, the pirates were about to hear the cunning plan of the Doctor, when another ship approached, filled with….singing pirates. Captain Moon facepalmed, dragging his fingers down the centre of his face. “WHAT THE HELL? Did you send for your gay and dandy sister ship, to come and entertain your crew, Maureen? WE NEED REAL PIRATES….No le girls afloat!” But the Doctor grinned. “No…no this is perfect.” He shot a look at the Pirate King, who was wiggling his fingers at the oncoming ship. “Pirate King….Maureen?…Pay attention. Do you have any…ladies outfits?” The Pirate King smirked and then said. “You have not seen my summer collection? Did wonders in France. I even do men’s corsets.” He said proudly. Captain Moon snarled and then said to the Doctor, “What on earth are you asking him that for?” The Doctor then beamed. “We are sending out…that ship..*he pointed to the oncoming one*….with a whole lot of lovely…singing…beauties.” The Pirate King clapped and then bent forward. “I get to wear the Pink…Tee hee.” <3>
Guest_Shrurak: Captain Lostchild laughed a bit loudly after the cheerful screaming, leaning his upper body over the side of hs beloved galleon before shouting to the men on the docks. “Oi! Bring up about a dozen women.” He said with a large grin before shouting again. “And don’t forget to get some for my men too!” With that he laughed wholeheartidly, clearly his was a much more cheery version of the typical stoney pirate, as he descended down to the dock. With a wide grin he turned to the men who stood there. Captain Lostchild stood at about 5’11”, tall when compared to most, and dressed in mostly black clothing with gold trim which gave him a somewhat regal look. His hair was long, thick, and dark brown, drapping onto his shoulders. “Well? Never met Captain Morgan Lostchild before, have ye?” He said with a smile as his hand came up to gently stroke the small beard he had on his chin, nothing too large but it stood out. “Well unless you bring me something to drink you never will. I have been sober FAR too long.” He added before once again laughing, this time rather softly and too himself.
LadyBelz: Rachael hit the floor on her knees as the cell door slammed behind her. She chuckled darkly, glad to be anywhere but near that fat pig. She shuddered with disgust. Something moved in the dark corner nearby and she whirled around, dagger in her hand. “Yo…ho…ho….a pirate’s…life…for me…” came the barely whispered refrain. “Who’s there? Who are you?” she demanded. The man moved into the dim light of the cell and she could make out dingy gray hair and wrinkled skin. But it was the eyes that held her attention. They were oceanic blue and seemed to stare deep into her soul. “Who be you, girly? What you be doin ‘ere?” the man asked. Carefully, she returned her dagger to its sheath within her skirts as she settled herself more firmly on the floor. “My name’s Rachael. Who are you?” she wondered. The man tilted his head to the side, thinking. “Don’t quite remember. Been down ‘ere so bleedin’ long. Them guards be callin’ me Billy.” Rachael held out a hand. “It be a pleasure, Billy.” Billy reached out a shakey hand a clasped hers with it. She held firm, warming his cold limbs with her touch. He gave her a small smile. “Ye be a Pirate lass.” he stated. “How kin ye tell?” she wondered. “Ye have that look about ye. Tis a sight to these tired eyes. Where be yer Lord, I wonder.” Rachael turned to look out one of the portals. She could see torches lit on the far docks of the island and sighed. “Hopefully plannin me rescue.” she replied.
CharlotteCarrendar:- There was movement, a hell of a lot of it on the wharf, as the crew of the Edith knew what they had to do. One first mate cried out. “Lads…we got those costumes from the panto last summer, remember the one we did in Havish Bay?” There was a resounding cheer, as the Doctor asked the frilly dressed Pirate King, what they were on about. “Oh..that was a stellar performance. We did the Mikado…was smashing. Nothing sexier than a lady with a beard. Gives a man something to hang on to…RUFF!” he did a spectacular hip thrust, accentuating his mammoth and still wet cod piece. Captain Moon folded his arms. “I’m not dressing up as some bleeding tart!” he said gruffly, as the Doctor pulled on his arm. “Captain…its this, or full on war. We can catch them off guard with the lady pirates…and then, bring in the rest of the ships, and sink that son of a bitch.” The last part was said with a touch of anger, and the Captain noted this. “What be getting into your jimmies, lad?” The Doctor looked at his feet a moment, and then he coughed, holding up his hand to his mouth, as he said. “Lord Shammersmoth….he..had my wife imprisioned…after she knocked him back. Tis…how you came to meet me…I was playing the card games, to win the money to get her out.” The truth hit Captain Moon like a tonne of bricks. “RIGHT…someone get me a dress. There is PIRATING TO BE DONE!” The Pirate King squealed and then took Moon’s arm to escort him to the Edith. “I think the blue will match your eyes, James.” “Shut up and lets get this going, Maureen.” Meanwhile, the Doctor approached the new coming Captain, and smiled. “Ah…Captain…just the man we need to see. We have this…cunning plan and I need your ship to take the lead. Tell me, do you know Dolly Dixie down and dirty…its rather popular.” He mentioned a song that was loved by the pirates, who were now all getting dressed up as women. “We need to sail your ship out first, with…*he pointed at the crew behind him in frills and lace and then said*…just to distract the British long enough, to do a rescue then sink the bloody lot. Are you in?” <3>
Guest_Shrurak: Captain Lostchild arched a brow, stifling a laugh as he looked to the men putting on dresses before looking to the man who spoke to him. “Aye, I’d be glad to, may use them as a way to pul la few joke on my own men.” He said with a laugh before suddenly stepping forward and putting an arm around the man’s shoulders, pointing to the town. “But first! Drinks on me!
He shouted to the men, all now in drag, before answering the man’s question. “No, but I could use a new song to sing when we are on the seas.” He said before reaching up and removing his hat briefly to the man and putting it back on. “And call me Morgan, all my men do.” He added before almost forcibly dragging the man off in search of a tavern, or a woman, either would be welcome in his current state.
LadyBelz: Rachael had been staring out the port window for some time, at the lights in the distance. She sighed, leaning her head against the wall. “Oh, James. I can’t be takin’ much more of these separations between us.” she murmured. “That be yer Lord’s name, then?” Billy asked. Rachael looked at him over her shoulder. He was sitting on the sunken cot in the corner wrapped in a threadbare blanket to ward off the chill of the coming night. “Aye. Captain James Moon of The Devil’s Mystery.” she nodded. “How’d ye come ta be in his service?” Rachael turned away and moved to sit next to him. “I ran away from me home when I was but 13. Me stepfather had been wantin’ ta sell me to one of his…friends…for a coin…he already ruined me mum…he wasn’t gunna ruin me as well. I stowed away on Moon’s ship. Twas nearly a week before he found me. Been in his service ever since.” Rachael explained. Billy patted her hand. “Sound ta me like he be a good man.” Rachael smiled fondly. “That he is. One o’ the finest I’m ta ever meet.”
EmpsAthenaSoriDrach: -Sighing resting her chin on her palm listening to the sloshing of the waves lapping the wooden sides of the little boat. Casually twirling her father’s captain’s hat around her pointed finger, her own boredom setting in as she waited on orders- “God dammit…. How long as it been already” –Sighing swearing under her breath as the little boat rocked in the dark night slowly steering through the current into the cove, Dark lit she knew full well she was hidden n the invisible blanket of the darkness shrouding the cove. Pouting to herself as she regaled about the order her father had passed to her before leaving for the little wooden box she was sure would be her tomb if the pirates saw her incoming- “Don’t be afraid dear daughter, you’re the only man on this ship I know has been untainted by Pirate ways. All the men in my forces know and clearly sympathized with them. I am ordered to be more tactical with this and apparently” –slamming the new scroll orders on his desk with both hands- “I am barred from just setting fire and collapsing the cove right on top of them. Resting on our Loral’s to wait them to reclaim what is theirs” –Her father seemed weary as she nodded once. She had grown up in the safety of the Empire even being or Nordic blood she sounded as British and regal as they come and clearly could stand her own on a ship. Being by her father’s side many years she had never met a pirate but knew stories of them and her first time away at sea she knew she would come across their under handed tactics, sighing to her father as she took his old Unformed hat and cloak from his spying days and slung it over her back- “Father I will do this and prove I can be a great captain.. I will not sympathise with cretins that poison our docks and seas, you can rely on me” –being she was the only one of the crew who was to young to officially be signed on under her Majesty the queen she was the best chance of breaking the ‘ do not directly assault order’ her father had been given. Not that she knew why they crown would spar the rod on these pirates. Something seemed fishy but she couldn’t determine it. As her boat slowly yawed and lurched forward finally entering the darkness of the cavern. Frowning at the loud cheering and running about from the boat ahead, sighing rolling her eyes- “It’s like they want to be snuck up on” –leaning forward on her little boat to swing her grappling hook to grab and began scaling it’s side popping a head over the edge railing as she dashed silently around barrels, pressing her back to one as she listening hearing the men laugh and … to her dismay seeing them dress like very.. Crude pictures of the female form, frowning as she literally facepalmed- “Who in their right mind is going to not see through that.. they have bears for Christ sakes” –her voice to soft to be heard as she sat and listened-
CharlotteCarrendar: – On the Edith, it was like the backstage dressing room of a broad way musical, with pirates of all shapes and sizes, picking out female costumes to wear, in a big to go in as a musical brothel boat, in the hope of tricking the british into getting Rachael back. Moon and the Doctor, were both standing looking into a special chest that the Pirate King had brought up specially. “Its some of my best frocks. Knocked em dead in Paris.” He said, holding up a feather fan and waving it, as Moon sneered at the Doctor. “I hope to God Rachael never sees this.” He said with a gruff and angered tone. The Doctor took off his own hat, and then placed on a large white frilly wig. “Remember why we are doing this, Captain. Tis the only way.” The Captain’s shoulders slumped, as he took out a French burlesque costume, designed for the Pirate King. “I feel so cheap.” He muttered as he went off to get changed. The rest of the crew got the ship ready with fancy lanterns, and flags, and brought out the phonograph, so they could play music while they seduced the British soldiers. The first mate came up alongside Captain Lostchild and slapped his back heartily. “You are a good man for letting us use ya ship. Here…Smith is going to take ya for that drink. We promise to bring your ship back…in a jiffy.” He lied, and waved Captain Lostchild off, as he went to raise the anchor. The ship moved out of port with the dancing lady pirates on the top deck, approaching the Sentor, while all the other pirate ships….got ready. :: On the deck of the Sentor, two guards were doing the rounds, when they saw the brightly lit up party boat approaching. They both stopped, as they saw the buxom lassies, rubbing themselves against the posts and ropes, while there were four…very large ladies, dancing on the top or bow of the ship. Moon was dressed in a hot red number, with a white wig, while Captain Maureen, was dressed from head to to in pink feathers and lace and a black top hat. The Doctor was wearing a huge white wig, and equally odd makeup, and they all waved and blew kisses at the Sentor’s crew. “Let us aboard and for a bag of gold…we will sing, dance and blow your cares away….” the Pirate King or Queen sang out. <3>
LadyBelz: The first blooms of love. Like a freshly opened flower under the noon sun. But by a small lagoon on an island full of cutthroat pirates and women who lived rough lives, a moment in time was found and kept. Rachael O’ Malley, a Pirate Lady had found what her mother had always talked about with her father. Irony that it was a pirate much like her own father. But who was she to argue with fate. His hand covered her own as it rested against his cheek, fingers tangled together. There was a rustle somewhere behind them but she barely took notice of it. “We should be headin back to the ship. I imagine the crew be waitin’ fer us.” she murmured, not wanting their time together to end.
CharlotteCarrendar: “Aye luv…they probably be placing bets on whether you gave me a shiner, or shot more birds for the voyage..” He joked, patting her hand gently as he dared. The moment that they both needed had past, and with the distinct rustle within the palm leaves, Captain Moon was once again on his guard. Finding his way to his feet, he offers his lady a curt nod of the head, but she would know, by the glint in his eyes, his true feelings. Starting their way back, they would not see, the black dressed spy, who had a mark on his forehead from one of the buttons off Moon’s shirt. He had seen enough, more than enough in fact and even got half a woody from the wild antics of Rachael. No wonder she was so highly sort after, if she ravaged a Pirate like Moon. Chuckling low, he ducked off into the jungle, heading to the outcrop far from the inlet, to alert his British Masters, of the location of the most wanted Pirates of the seven seas. <3>
LadyBelz: Rachael climbed to her feet, dusting dirt and sand from her dress as she smirked at Moon. “If I would ta be givin you that shiner…it wouldn’t be to the eye in yer face.” She started passed him and reach out to pinch his arse. With a wink and a giggle, she headed off into the woods and back to her cabin. Mr Pibbs greeted her with a meow and twined about her legs. “Here now ya daft animal. Stop tryin to trip me up. Ya know I canna take ya with me. A pirate ship is no place fer a furball such as you. And Harold would eat ya alive.” A very pathetic “Meow” drifted up somewhere beneath her feet and she looked down to see her cat giving her his patented “sad kitty” look, designed to make her give in. “Bleedin hell, I hate when ya give me the sad kitty look. Fine! You can come, but don’t come whining to me when Harold goes after yer fur.” She moved to her closet, stripping out of her dress as she looked around for her shirt and breeches.
CharlotteCarrendar: Well that cheeky Rachael had it in her to be frisky with the talk, then the ass grab to boot. A wink and a smile and she was off, leaving the poor Captain standing there, rubbing where she placed her hand. “Balls are still blue as ever….damn Woman.” He muttered under his breath, knowing she would catch him up soon enough, as he took the path back down towards the settlement, and the wharf where his ship was moored. Meanwhile, the spy was dashing through the foliage, racing to get to the cliff face, a vantage point to see the entire bay and those that may be anchored off it. From a small leaf covered hole, he withdrew his eyeglass, and then scanned the blue waters for the tell tale signs of the white sails of the British fleet. Sure enough, he saw six ships, all of which the pride of the British navy. Grinning he took out some flint and then lit the bonfire, to alert the crews and their Masters, that the bounty they sought was on that very island. :: On board the royal Frigate, the Sentor, the evil Lord Shammersmoth was enjoying a glass of fine wine, when a tweet came from the first mate. The loud din of footfalls, as the watchman came down to rap on the cabin door. “Sir….we found them!” Grinning wildly, Lord Shammersmoth finished his wine in one swig of the glass, and took up the picture of the Lady Pirate Rachael. “Oh what a catch we shall have this eve. Ahahahaha.” <3>
LadyBelz: Rachael had finally gotten dressed and was belting on her sword and pistol when Mr Pibbs, who was sitting in the open window, began to spit and hiss. She looked up sharply. “What’s got you all in a duff then?” she wondered, moving to stand behind him. She looked out the window, but could see nothing but the trees around her home. “Silly animal.” she chuckled, smoothing down his fur with her hand. Taking up her bag, she made sure she hadn’t left anything she would need. “Let’s go then.” she announced. She headed out the door, waiting for her cat before closing it behind her. Tossing her bag over her shoulder, she made the trek down to the docks. She was anxious to get back to the open sea. She still had yet to decide how she would handle the situation with her bastard of a stepfather.
CharlotteCarrendar: On the top deck of the Sentor, Lord Shammersmoth strode up, to see for himself the blazing bonfire that had been lit on the side of the mountain of Skull Island. Taking up his eyeglass, he adjusted the lens and then you could see the foul grin that was getting wider by the second. “Good man, Jenkins. Getting in amongst the dreaded scum of the Pirates themselves and now…giving us what we need to apprehend them. I can’t wait to see them all hanging at dawn.” He closed the eyeglass with a snap and then handed it to the lieutenant. “Orders, Sir?” the Lieutenant asked, curious to the Lord’s plans. “How does one round up a full catch of fish, Dodson?” The Lieutenant hated these guessing games, but played along, just the same. “With a net, Sir.” Lord Shammersmoth smiled. “Precisely…and to lure them into the net, one must use…bait.” He then handed the warrant of Rachael to his officer, and then said. “And this…is our bait.” The Lieutenant knew exactly what to do, and then started to bark orders to his men. Two long boats were lowered from their ship, which would be rowed towards the pirate cove…under the cover of night. It was now…a matter of time. On the wharf, the Pirate King and his men were loading the last of their cargo, as Moon came back down from the jungles alone. The Pirate king saw this, and laughed loudly. “So she doesn’t fancy a smelly pirate like you when sober, eh Moon?” The rest of his crew were all laughing and slapping their thighs at the Pirate King’s jab, as Moon simply wandered over and pushed him clear off his barrel, and watched him fall into the water again. Not saying another word, he went aboard his ship, as his crew all looked at each other and shrugged. <3>
LadyBelz: Rachael was oblivious to the chaos that was about to descend upon her life. As she headed down to the docks, thinking about what occurred at the lagoon made her smile. A branch snapped somewhere behind her and she whirled around, pistol drawn. “Who’s there?” she demanded. Only the whisper of the wind through the trees answered her back. She took a deep breath and reholstered her pistol. “Jumpin at shadows, me girl.” she chuckled to herself, turning back around. She could spot the ships in the dockyard now and she quickened her pace. She was ready to leave. As she broke the tree line, something off in the distance to the right caught her attention and she turned fully to see what it was. There was a fire of some type at the topmost peak of one of the mountains of the island. She frowned, wondering who would be stupid enough to make a fire that big on this particular island.
CharlotteCarrendar: On the deck of the Devil’s Mystery, the Doctor was writing in his journal as he noticed the Captain come on board minus one Lady Pirate. He set down his quill, and asked the Captain thoughtfully. “Was she still ill, Captain?” It was a question of concern, and the Captain could see it in the way the Doctor held himself. “Ill is a word.” He came up alongside the Doctor, and then stared out into the waters of the cove. Speaking quietly so the whole crew didn’t eaves drop, he said with a whisper. “She scared me.” The Doctor wondered what he meant by that. “Captain…she scares everyone.” That was no secret, but the Captain looked beside himself. “No…she..I…*he then pointed down to his groin and bit his bottom lip*…she made me willy turn into a turtle” The Doctor tried to hide his delight, at the thought they actually tried to consummate their union as lovers. “Dear lord man…if it were me, I would have had one hell of a boner, Captain.” This made the Captain feel even worse. “Well…don’t you be waving your boner at meh Woman…a’ight?!” He strode off, angry as usual, and the Doctor couldn’t help but chuckled loudly. From the wharf, a lad came running up and then shouted loudly. “ALL YE PIRATES..THERE BE A FIERCE MATCH OF OIL WRESTLING WITH BIG JIM VERSUS QUICK NICK!” All the pirates cheered and started to head back down the docks to head for the inn and a chance to bet on the night’s entertainment. Moon and the Doctor however, stayed on the Devil, since neither were interested in gambling that eve. <3>
myoddlove: -though most couldn’t see it, a struggle was taking place not far from the docks as a small figure struggled through the water. from the ships in the dock it probably looked like a dolphin who had gotten separated from it’s group and was currently trying to outrace an attacking shark, though most dolphins weren’t a shining white color. a large fin splashed in the water like a struggling fish on a line though it would quickly go back under the surface before breaking out again after a few moments. land, he needed land. slowly a small figure would drag itself from the water, nearly hugging the side of the ship he had moved against, hopefully he wouldn’t be spotted though he was uneasy as he heard the sound of landwalkers above him. they were all around but it couldn’t be helped. he was a small frail boy with long white hair that shone like the full moon on a cloudless night. his hair fell over his chest, causing him to easily be taken for a female. though something was wrong. his long pearl colored tail which let his breed swim through the dreams of the landwalkers were now covered in blood. a fishing net was wrapped around the figure, only allowing him one movable arm as he scooted to the shore. the boy would let out a soft coo like sound which sounded more like a song than a sigh. the boy, finally running out of strength, floated against the boat as the waves washed over him. if he stayed in the water much longer the sharks would come..he could already see a dark dorsal fin breaking the water now. he better hurry-
LadyBelz: Rachael was nearly bowled over by the other crew as she headed up the gangplank of Devil’s Mystery. “Oi! Where ya be headin off to?” she demanded. Jake, the boatswain, glanced back at her with a wicked grin. “Be gamblin down at the inn. Big Jim and Quick Nick. Jim is the favorite to win, 20 to 1 odds. You want in?” he asked, pausing. Rachael thought on that for a moment before reaching into her purse and pulling out two gold pieces. “Nick to win.” she stated, tossing them his way. He caught them with a flick of his wrist and headed off to catch up with his mates. “Tell the others not to be out all bleedin night. I want the wind at me back by dawn.” she ordered. “Aye, Miss Rachael.” Jake shouted back. Shaking her head, she continued up the gangplank, glancing back at the slowly waning bonfire in the distance. So caught up in looking at the fire, she missed the frail form floating in the waters below.
CharlotteCarrendar: – In the Inn, the crowd had already swelled, to the area around the pit, that was just to the far left of the main bar. All around the Pirates were shouting and cheering, as the first of the contenders, a whopper of a Pirate, known as Big Jim, due to his enormous bulk, was entering the pit. He was all glistened with oil, and his body gleamed, all three hundred and fifty pounds of him. Roll upon roll of fat that hid beneath it a lot of muscle. This was one pirate who enjoyed too many a meal at the Inn that was for sure. Coming in behind him, the rake like and speedy Quick Nick, who was already doing laps of the pit, blowing kisses and leaping in the air, before stopping to do a few quick jabs to the crowd, much to their delight. “YOU’RE DEAD!” Big Jim roared loudly, as he smacked his hands together and got into a crouch. It was like someone set off a starter’s gun, and Quick Nick started to run around and around, just missing Big Jim with a flurry of footwork and fancy dancing. The crowd, booed and jeered, wanting to see blood spilt. :: Back on the Devil the Doctor had followed the Captain to his cabin and knocked. “Enter..” Moon said in his gruff voice, as the Doctor turned the handle. “Captain…I want to apologise…and..do you want to talk about it?” :: As Rachael was strolling the deck of the Devil’s mystery, four men had clamoured up the side of the ship, and snuck up behind the fair Rachael…. An arm raised, holding a baton to strike her head, while another held a large hessian bag and rope. <3>
myoddlove: -a sudden wave had slammed the frail figure against the ship, causing a sharp squeal to come from the child. his long tail would instantly wack the ship as if it were an attacking predator. if he were stronger and older his tail would have been able to break through bone but in his frail and weakened state he only managed to hurt his own tail in the process. with the last of his strength the small feminine figure would drive himself up to the beach. he noticed a mob of the two legs going off so hopefully he’d be safe. once onto the beach he pulled himself up enough that the water wouldn’t wash him back out and the sharks couldn’t come in. he would grunt as he flopped down in the sand, the soft fabric he wore over his chest becoming tangled in the knotted net. the boy would let out a soft whimper before his white moon-like eyes would blink up to the ship. he had seem these large creatures that carried landwalkers before. his clan had always told him not to go near but he loved to watch them glide over the water. the figure would blink as he spotted a group of two legs carrying large sticks and instantly sounded the alarm, seeming to have forgotten the fact that he was alone though instantly reacting to the sense of danger. the boy let out a low wooting sound that would ring through the night like someone blowing a loud instrument at the sight of attacking solders-
LadyBelz: Mr Pibbs, sensitive to scents around him, caught wind of the 4 who did not belong and he whirled around with a hiss, claws extended. “Stop that ya flea-bitten, furball. I’m tellin ye there’s nothin there.” she sighed, making to turn toward her cat. Something struck her in the back of the head then and she tumbled to the deck with a cry of pain hopefully loud enough to alert anyone who had remained on the ship that she was in trouble. Just before she blacked out, she heard Mr Pibbs hissing, spitting and growling in anger and the pained cries of whomever he was attacking on her behalf. Then she knew no more.
CharlotteCarrendar: ~WHACK!~ the baton struck the head of the Lady Pirate good and true, much to the annoyance of the cat, Mr Pibbs. As Rachael collapsed to the deck, the four men worked quickly in unison, to get her into the hessian bag and tie her up well, so she could be tossed down to the long boat below where she would be taken out of the cove into the hands of the evil Lord Shammersmoth. The cat had started to make a din with its hissing and growling loudly, and though that was not enough to alert the Captain and the Doctor, who were below, they did hear the odd thud of her falling. Both glanced up from where they were sitting in the Captain’s quarters, as they were about to have a small man’s circle about the difficulty of women. Shrugging the Captain said. “I don’t be understanding her…it’s like…when I want to roll in the silks…she’s all pouty and not interested. BUT when she wants it…she bloody well clawed me to death and scared me willy. I be tellin ya…I am one confused Pirate, I am.” The Doctor nodded, understanding clearly that women were a mystery all to themselves. :: At the Inn the fight between Quick Nick and Big Jim was going..well, nowhere. Quick Nick was living up to his reputation for speed, and Big Jim kept missing him as he ran on past, again and again. When suddenly….a loud noise, a wooting sound was heard by all, and Quick Nick turned his head, just enough to not see Big Jim’s fist come barreling out and ~WHAM!~ knocked him out cold. :: In the long boats, the crew of the Sentor had their prize and were rowing back to the British fleet. :: Harold the Parrot, who had been knowing on a piece of wood on his perch, heard the meowing and growling on one cat and then squawked “Pussy on board…Pussy on board..TWWEEETT WHISTLE!~ Captain Moon looked up and shouted. “NOT ANOTHER BLOODY WOMAN!” <3>
myoddlove: -the little merboy had wiggled his way back against the ship, keeping quite as he watched the two legs dragged the female to a smaller ship. he would move after them until he spotted the sharks. it was too risky. he would blink as he heard the sound of high pitched whstles from on top of the ship. the little merboy would let out a short chattering sound, the sound they used to communicate with the seagulls that flew over the seas. the boy would squeak and call out to the bird as they were useful to his breed when it came to hunting and weather patterns, surely the bird would be able to hear his calls-
LadyBelz: She was…floating. It was the only word she could use to describe what she was feeling. She struggled to recall what had happened, but the pain in her head was too much to handle and she went back into the darkness…Tim, who wasn’t yet old enough for the shenanigans of the inn, was resting up in the rigging, staring up at the stars over his head. It was times like these when he thought about his mother, hoping she could see how his life was turning out. “I’m doin all right, mum.” he whispered into the night sky. From below came the sounds of a cat screeching and the pained cries of an unknown person. Tim, showing the agility of youth, scaled the mast of the ship in order to get a better view. What he saw chilled him to the bone. Miss Rachael was laid out on the deck, not moving, while three men moved to tie her up. A fourth was in a life and death struggle with a white ball of fur, cursing a blue streak as the man struggled to get the avenging cat away from him. With an inarticulate cry, the cat was pulled away and thrown across the deck. Mr Pibbs crashed into a barrel and lay still. Tim didn’t know if he was alive or dead. Scared now, he took up the whistle that he kept tied around his neck and blew into it with a piercing shrill. “CAPTAIN MOON! MISS RACHAEL’S BEEN TAKEN!” he shouted at the top of his lungs. One of the men looked at Tim with a growl, pulling his pistol. Regardless of the danger he was in, Tim continued to sound the alarm. In the distance, the patrons of the Inn and residence of the town started toward the docks. Another of the kidnappers placed a hand on the pistol and pushed it down. “No time, we have to go now.” The masked man stared at Tim before he growled and followed the other 3 to their longboat, hoping to make a clean getaway. Tim clambered down the mast, whistle still blowing for all to hear.
CharlotteCarrendar: “CAPTAIN MOON! MISS RACHAEL’S BEEN TAKEN!” The cry of the cabin boy, high atop the mast alerted the Doctor and the Captain, who had been talking candidly in his chambers. “WHAT?!” The Captain thundered, jetting to his feet, as his fists came down on the top of his desk. The Doctor looked shocked, half by the Captain’s fury, the other by the cry from the cabin boy. “I thought she was at her cabin?” he said, as the Captain took no notice, running out from his chambers, and up the stairs, looking about madly for the cabin boy and his Lady love. “RACHAEL?!” he bellowed, frantic when he saw the cabin boy come down the mast blowing his whistle loudly. Back up at the Inn, the pirates were counting their winnings, as Big Jim’s arm was held aloft, many too scared to attempt to lift him up to celebrate his win. Others simply stepped over the lifeless body of Quick Nick, who was going to be needing a new nickname real soon. The Doctor clamoured up to the deck and saw the panic in the Captain’s eyes. “Captain..calm down, before you give yourself a heart attack.” The Captain thundered over to the cabin boy and picked him up by the scruff of the neck hollering “WHERE IS SHE?!” the cabin boy almost swallowed his whistle and was trying to point out to sea. “Men in boats, Cap’n…tis the British!” The Captain and the Doctor immediately spun to where the boy pointed and both men took out their eyeglasses to see, the sack covered body of the Lady Rachael being taken on board a royal frigate. “BARNACLES BALLS!” The Captain cried, while on the decks, the crews were heading back, half drunk but mostly happy with the small show at the Inn, till they heard one of the ships bells sounding out the alarm. “THE BRITISH ARE COMING!” <3>
myoddlove: -the boy had managed to climb into the ship by one of the cannon openings in the side. he would settle himself down in the corner behind several boxes and crates. it was his thinking that this big floating sea creature would head back out into the water. that’s where he could get back to his pack. once he got this net off. he would grunt and wiggle as he tried is best to pry the fishing hooks from his scales-
LadyBelz: It was very late the next day…or early depending on how you looked at things. The sun shining through the window of her small little hut pierced her eyelids, stabbing painfully into her retinas. With a groan, she turned her head away from the light…only to feel her stomach start to do a barrel roll. “I will never touch another drop of alcohol ever again.” she moaned, swallowing back the nausea with Herculean effort. But it was a near thing. She sat up slowly, eyes squinting against the sunlight and waited for the room to stop spinning. And who started the bongo drums in her head? She dropped her head between her knees and waited to die. “What the hell did I do last night?” she murmured. She had vague memories of fending off an amorous advance of a faceless man wearing a gigantic codpiece…of Moon molesting some bar wench…and after that, her memory was kind of foggy. “What did I do?” she asked herself once more.
CharlotteCarrendar: – And of course, down the docks on the Devil’s Mystery it was business as usual, as the crew took the time to load new supplies on board the vessel, while Captain Moon looked decidedly different. For one, he was not wearing his hat…or his shirt. The summer heat had started early, and the glare of the Sun’s rays beat down upon his tattooed back, as he worked upon the deck, assisting his crew in moving the large barrels on board. He was no stranger to a hard day’s work and knew it was best to get a start on early, before the real heat of the day hit. The ship’s doctor happened to stroll past on the wharf, and chuckled to see the Captain dressed in such a manner, but first thing he wanted to ask was the state of the fair Rachael. “Morning Captain…I take it things went rather well at the Inn. What with the kissing and cuddling. You er…didn’t spend the night with her, did you?” Captain Moon didn’t even bat an eyelid, or stop from hauling up another box on the load. “You ever shagged a woman so drunk, she never even knew her name, lad?” The Doctor dwelled on this for a moment, and then shook his head. “No Captain…I have not.” The Captain shrugged and said..”Me either, Doc..me either.” The Doctor laughed and continued up the gang plank, as the other members of the crew continued to do their work. <3>
LadyBelz: Rachael stumbled into the noon-day sun and instead of heading left to the docks, where she could hear the echoes of many a pirate working to replenish their ship’s stocks, she headed right to a small waterfall that she often utilized. Not even bothering to remove her clothing, just wanting to soothe her aching head, she jumped into the water. The cool water helped like nothing else could as she floated to the surface. Like a mermaid breaching the waves, she tossed her hair back, flinging water over herself like a small rain shower. Smiling a little, she swam to the shoreline and removed her soggy clothing, tossing it over the rocks to dry. Pushing herself back into the water, she floated a while on her backside, eyes closed. A parrot squawked somewhere over head and she sat up, glancing around the tree line shrewdly. She wouldn’t put it past one of the leaches to spy on her when she least expected it. Hearing nothing, she swam for the waterfall, pulling herself from the water with little effort. She tilted her head back, running her fingers through her hair beneath the massaging water, moaning a little in delight. She would have loved to stay here, it was the only home she’d known since she was 13…but the call of the open sea was a heady thing and she couldn’t imagine her life without it…and without the enigmatic Captain James Moon. She smiled a little as she thought of the man. He wasn’t someone she could imagine her mother approving of…but she felt as if her mother would have understood her fascination with the man. She did love him…she was woman enough to admit that to herself. But she had to wonder if that love was returnable. She’d take a wait and see attitude. She turned her thoughts away from her Captain and toward her stepfather. The man needed to die. She just needed to get close enough to do it. But how?
CharlotteCarrendar:- Many of the boxes of trade, had actually been accumulated with the winnings at the card tables, and one certain Pirate King fell foul of Captain Moon’s superiority at playing poker. The Pirate King himself, was up and about, walking briskly about the top deck of his ship, wearing red undergarments, with frilly lace edges. The fact he was actually taking his morning stroll in such attire was laughable, well at least to the crew of the Devil’s Mystery. On the Devil, they were manly men, not faggotty gibbets like the poncy Captain Maureen. A few sniggered and nudged each other, casting a look at the gay looking Captain. One even wolf whistled, much to the Pirate King’s dismay. “You…you lot cut that out.” Captain Moon snorted and then tied off the last rope, before wiping his sweaty brow, and retying his red bandana head wrap. “Right…I be off to see what that woman is up to this morning. No doubt, she has her head between her legs, and bringing up the night’s ale.” The crew nodded and a chorus of “Aye Cap’n” as he strode down the gang plank, only to be thrown a shirt, from one of the crew, which he haphazardly threaded on his arms as he walked. But, as he passed a stack of barrels, a crew member from one of the smaller vessels, came out behind him, and then squinted back at the Devil’s Mystery. He slowly took out a piece of parchment, and it had a drawn picture of Rachael. He then skulked along behind at a distance, to not be noticed, in the crowds on the wharf. :: Further up ahead, the Captain approached her tiny cabin, and rapped on the door with his knuckles. “Rachael…luv…you up?” he said in a soft a voice as he could muster. No answer came from within. Concerned, he peeked in the window, and there was no sign of her. “Hmm?” he scratched his forehead, then wondered, had she gone for swim in the nearby lagoon. Striding in the direction of the small rock pool, he disappeared into the jungle, with the man in black, sneaking along behind. Sure enough, Captain heard the tell tale moan, of his lady. He started to creep, then brushing back a large elephant leaf palm, he caught sight of his beauty..washing in the rock pool. For a moment, he was awestruck by her beauty, then he rose up and donged his head on a low lying branch. “OUCH!!” Birds flew away startled, as it was clear, he had been heard. <3>
LadyBelz: She was unused to having her solitude disturbed but the sudden cry of pain and birds flying away in screeches caused her to startle. With a shout, she slipped off of the rock she had been sitting on and into the lagoon with a splash. She came up sputtering and coughing, looking more like a drowned rat than a sea goddess. She brushed her hair from her face and turned to glare at the one who had disturbed her peace. Seeing Captain Moon standing in the trees, rubbing his head, her face flamed and she slipped into deeper water, covering herself from his gaze. “What the hell are you doing? Spying on me?” she scowled.
CharlotteCarrendar: – “What? Me spying? Bah..why would I spy on you fer?” The Captain was back to his rollicking best, and giving her as good as she gave him. “Ya shouldn’t be swimming when yur drunk…are you mad? Look at ya..all bedraggled like I be towing ya behind the Devil.” Course, right before she fell off the rock…she looked like the very siren, that sang to the sailors and brought them crashing into the rocks. Another reason in his books, not to trust women. He frowned, and then realized he was staring at her and turned around, arms folded. “Well…get some clothes on, or am I walking back to the Devil, me self?” <3>
LadyBelz: /Insufferable beast!/ She grumbled. He intruded on her solitude and had the nerve to berate her for it? “Daft man!” she grumbled as she swam for shore. Her head was feeling much better but she was angrier than a nest of disturbed hornets. She stomped over to her clothes and jerked them on, mumbling all the while. “I must be daft meself to be in love with ya, ya right bastard! And I’ll have you know, I am not drunk!” She stated out loud for him to hear before pulling her dress on over her head. Once she got her clothing situated, she took up her skirts and stomped up to him. “And I can look after meself, James Moon, and don’t ye be fergettin it! And to think I thought meself in love with ya! I must have been drunk or partway into me cups to even think of givin ya me heart! Me mum be rollin in her grave most like to see her little girl brought so low! I honestly don’t know where me head was at! Saints be praised!” she ranted and raved, walking around him in as small of a circle of his personal space as she could get. Oh was she angry! Once again, he trod all over her feelings without seeming to care and it hurt, but she wasn’t going to show him that pain. Oh he didn’t deserve to know that his comments hurt. She stopped in front of him, and without warning, she moved to punch him in the nose.
CharlotteCarrendar: – Now, you have all kinds of things about a woman that is deemed attractive to some men. Some prefer the submissive and dutiful woman, who cow tows to their man, bringing him his meal, ale and kisses his long toe nails. Then you have the shy, introverted, and knock kneed variety; a wallflower if you will. THEN you have the sexy and bossy ones, with voices so loud, and demands so great…think they are the Queens of Sheba. But lastly…you have the strong willed, angry, acid spitting, fury of a woman that was all rolled up in one adorable and feisty package. Moon’s Rachael. Oh how he tried to keep his back turned to offer her some dignity. Yes, he had berated her, but only cause she started on him once again. But the moment, she got going on the Mother of all rants, he turned, and watched her like she was the very Goddess Athena, ready to go to war. Her chest rising and falling sharply…every word, said with such emotion and feeling, that he almost had his breath stolen from him. On and on, she went, round and round…like a mesmerizing dance, that had him hypnotised…right up to the moment when she shouted. “Saints be praised!” She drew back her right arm and swang at him, and though she was fast, he was faster, snatching her wrist, with his left hand, right before it could make its mark. Dragging her hand down, and closing the gap, he reached around behind her head, and brought her in, for the kiss…the kiss that would shut her up..and one that would make the bloomers fall off a bar wench in a heartbeat. It was passion…fire…it was love…<3>
LadyBelz: She almost had him! She growled in frustration as he grabbed her swinging arm and pinned it behind her waist. She was ready to yell at him again when he dragged her into himself, his free hand on the back of her head and pulled into the mother of all kisses. She was stunned for all of a moment before she felt herself sinking into his embrace, a small moan of pleasure trapped in the back of her throat. “What was this?” she wondered to herself. “Where did this come from?” Not one to shy away, she wrapped her other arm around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss, slipping her tongue into his mouth to duel with his own. She was determined to make him as weak-kneed as she was feeling herself. She tangled her fingers into his hair, not willing to let go any time soon.
CharlotteCarrendar: – That beautiful moan that escaped Rachael’s throat, so delicate, like a flower being torn from its stem by a chewing cow. ~Rip!~ You would think that lovers would be all soft and sensual, slow moving hands, finding their way towards each other’s backs. Not this couple. Rachael clung onto the Captain’s head, like a possum claws a tree. Her tongue slithered into his mouth, and it was a tango of muscled flesh, like she had all her inhibitions torn asunder. ~ Bloody hell!~ thought the Captain, after what seemed like months since last they even cuddled, now she was into a raving nympho. His eyes circled with black, were wide opened, as Rachael was making sure this kiss was going to leave him breathless. Sure enough, he was even having trouble standing, and with a loud grunt of exertion, he started to grope with his hands, to find the roundness of her ass, through her many skirts. If it was a war she wanted..then by gods, he was going to give her one. <3>
LadyBelz: Rachael felt his hands dive beneath her skirts and with a growl, she ripped his shirt from his chest, sending fabric and buttons flying everywhere. She ripped her lips from his with a breathless moan and savagely attacked his neck and chest with her teeth. Panting with desire and trembling with want, she itched to possess this man, make him her own. Oh how she craved him, like a thirsty man craved water…or a needy pirate craving a good rum. She wrapped a strong thigh around the back of his leg, a move designed to send them both tumbling to the hard ground beneath their feet…Meanwhile, the men were beginning to wonder where the Captain and his lady fair were. They were ready to set sail once more and couldn’t do so without their two leaders, and no matter what anyone else stated, they would follow Rachael to the end of the world just as they would Captain Moon. “Timmy, lad, go to the lagoon and see what’s keepin em, aye?” shouted out Richard Dunmire, one the men who manned the cannons. Tim nodded and took off at a brisk jog down the gangplank and onto the docks.
CharlotteCarrendar: – If ever a time had come in a man’s life to be afraid…this was it. Though he had sought to seize her ass tight within the grip of his large hands, Rachael, had turned into a black panther, ripping off his shirt, with buttons popping, like fireworks going off ~Zing!..Ping!~ One button hit the spy square in the forehead, and he fell back, as strips of fabric were raining down like confetti. From the moment she tore her lips from his…and she had that crazed look in her eyes, he actually felt his willy shrink a bit. ~Oh help!~ With her leg winding round his own, he lost his footing right on cue, as they barrelled down onto the ground, with her on top, naturally. Winded by the fall, and the woman now at his neck, like a hungered predator, he gulped and whispered. “Be..gentle…” So much for the big bad pirate. For anyone who happened upon this couple…they were in for a bit of a shock. <3>
LadyBelz: Fell they did…but Rachael didn’t factor the rocks along the shoreline into the equation and her exposed knee slammed down hard on a particularly large rock. With a cry of pain she rolled off of James to the ground beside him. “Bugger it!” she shouted into the air. The pain cooled her ardour like nothing else did and she suddenly found herself embarrassed about the whole thing. She turned away from him, unsure of anything at the moment. She couldn’t bear to look at him, ashamed of herself she was. “I’m sorry.” she nearly whispered. “I don’t know what came over me.”
CharlotteCarrendar: – The cry of pain that came from Rachael was enough to douse cold waters on any fire of passion that the Captain felt. He more or less propped himself up right away, still trying to catch his breath back and his body littered with claw marks and dripping blood from her frenzied assault. Moon looked all confused and in a way hurt, his cheeks flushed red, and his chest rising and falling rapidly. But when she turned from him, and said, she was sorry, and that she had no idea what came over her, he didn’t laugh, or chuckle, but he moved towards her slowly, cupping her chin with his large hand. Turning her face to his, he stared into her eyes…and said the words, she had probably been dying to hear for some time. “I loved ya..the moment I clapped eyes on ya. When ya yell…when ya shoot the birds…When you scare me to death…I love ya. Don’t ever be sayin’ ya sorry, to the likes of me.” <3>
LadyBelz: /What the hell?/ was the first thought that rolled through her shocked mind. He loved her? She couldn’t have heard that right. She stuck a finger in her ear and wiggled it. “Do ya mind repeatin’ that? I’m not sure I heard ya correctly.” she asked in a tightly controlled voice. If this was some kind of joke, it was cruel. “Dinna be toying with me feelings, James Moon or I’ll put a slug between yer eyes.”
CharlotteCarrendar:- Oh she played the joker now, or was this just theatrics on her part. Maybe she did have water in her ears, she was wet after all. “Do ya mind repeatin’ that? I’m not sure I heard ya correctly.” The Captain furrowed his brow, and slowly released her chin, before reaching around his neck, and taking off his prized trinket. A necklet he had worn since he was but a boy. It was a silver chain, with a doubloon etched with strange markings, and he took it off his neck, and preceded to place it upon his love’s neck, if she could keep still. “Dinna be toying with me feelings, James Moon or I’ll put a slug between yer eyes.” Running his finger down where the doubloon fell just before the crease of her cleavage, he looked back into her eyes and said in a deep voice. “This was worn by my Ma…given to her by her love. Now I give it to you. Symbol of my devotion…my love, Woman.” <3>
LadyBelz: With wide eyes, she watched as he took a necklace from his neck and placed it around her own. “This was worn by my Mah…given to her by her love. Now I give it to you. Symbol of my devotion…my love, Woman.” As long as she had known him, this particular necklace had never been removed from his body, not even by his own hand. She had asked him about it once, but had never received a reply. But this? This was so much more meaningful than anything he’d ever done or given to her before. She took up the valuable item in her hand, staring at it until her vision had gone blurry with tears. She chuckled then, not with mirth, but with love in her own heart. She sniffed back her tears and stared at him, eyes bright, as she clenched her fist around the doubloon against her heart. “Me mam gave her heart to a pirate once…she told me when I was old enough to understand such things that it the stupidest thing she’d ever done in her life…” she paused in her story to stare at the necklace again, unknowingly giving him the impression that she didn’t appreciate what he was offering. But he would have been wrong. “…but it was also the most rewarding thing she’d ever done in her life. He was devoted to her, and she to him, even after his death.” Her smile was bright as she returned her gaze to his, eyes and heart full of love. Her speech switched back to the cultured English tones she was born with. “It seems destined that her only daughter follow in her footsteps. You have my heart, James Peter Moon. You always have for I have not seen no other worthy enough to give it to.” She placed a hand on his roughened cheek, caressing gently with her thumb. Tim, who had stumbled upon their private moment, quickly snuck away before he was spotted and ran back to Devil’s Mystery. “Cap’n and Miss Rachael will be along shortly. They’re having a moment.” he stammered, his face redder than a tomato.
CharlotteCarrendar:- For a fleeting moment, the couple were not in the jungles of some tropical island pirate paradise, and they were not a rough couple of pirates. They were a man and woman, who had just declared their love for each other; stripping away the very masks that had taken them over. Rachael spoke in a voice that was devoid of the cursing and shortened words, but spoke with the refinement of an English lady. Moon’s own hand covered hers, as she caressed his roughened cheek with her thumb. “It seems destined that her only daughter follows in her footsteps. You have my heart, James Peter Moon. You always have for I have not seen any other worthy enough to give it to.” Moon found his voice, after swallowing from the nerves, of displaying his true intent of his affections. “You always had me heart, Rachael. Words aren’t enough to declare me feelings. I’m a man of the sea, not one that learned in books. But I know…all I need, is the sea calling me name; the ship on which to sail her….and my lady, by my side.” It was probably the biggest mouthful the Captain had ever said, and ever likely to say again. If she ever had doubts before he quashed them with a simple sentence. They needed no minister, no church or choirs song, just the simple swearing of their love. That was enough to seal their union; The Pirate, and his lady fair. <3>