Black Hawk's Treasure

It was very nice to have her kiss him. She made a move, her hand pulling back, and at that moment, he felt something slide up against his cock, rock hard between them. It had been laying silently on his stomach, as if wanting to do something with the situation, but unable.
Now, with the faint stirrings of a touch, it roared to life with ferocity.
Thomas smiled, even as he kissed Krysta with new found vigor. He never knew her to have this kind of a side, to play with Ashley right beside them. It aroused and excited him in a way he didn't know possible.
"Oh yeah," He whispered, his lips pulling at her own. With a single sweep of his hand, he pulled the touching fingers under the covers, and able to touch his hot and throbbing cock.
He moaned into Krysta's mouth as she felt the fingers first touch, and then grasp him.
He couldn't help it, finding a new found respect for the woman beside him. He let his own hand wiggle its way beneath her clothing, and play against the luscious thighs. He begged her to open them, to feel that heat and wetness against his fingers, to attack her clit, and make her feel as he did now.
"God," he tried to muffle his voice, Ashley beside them like this, buth he couldn't help it. Krysta touched him just like Ashley used to. And Ashley knew every little detail of his cock. The spot right under the...
She touched it, Groaning, unable to control it. Thomas bucked his hips, small and slight, willing her to continue. Krysta was soo good at this.
At least, he thought it was Krysta...

His fingers played at Krysta's thighs, wanting and waiting for a chance to play.
 
Ash

Her lids slowly parted, only to see Thomas's shirt before her face. It was dark in this room, so dark she could barely see him with the door shut. She sighed and smiled as his hand moved her under the covers and into his breeches. She remembered his cock all too well, her touch light and teasing, she caressed him from head to sack and back up again. Stopping to swirl her fingertip around the juicy head and back down to that little sensitive spot.

His reaction was instant and she had to bite back her own groan as he throbbed hot and heavy in her hand, his hips pushing his cock in and out of her hand a few times. Her other hand lay between them, trapped for now, but she ached to touch herself. Holding that thought back, she dozed in and out a little.

Did she hear a third voice in the room? She thought so but it was gone, maybe the groans were Thomas's? She didn't really care at the moment either way. Working slowly up and down, she let her well-trained hand stroke him towards climax.. After all he had taught her well what he liked, and she never forgot.
 
Krysta ~

Wasn't sure quite what happened, she was still here, and yet he was playing? Did he forget she was here? Just as fast as the questions came, they were gone when his touch was begging for more against the bareness of my thighs. Hesitated for a moment, unsure if I could hold back the cries of pleasure I knew he bring, at the same time, being unable to resist him, rolling my hips slightly to allow my legs to part for him.

Moaning deeply into the fevered kissing, trying hard to stiffle the moans, Ash lingered deep in the back of my mind, wishing she wasn't here more than ever now. At the same, not caring. I was just happy to be here with him...
With the one I was meant to be with...

Whimpered softly as his fingers began to graze against the hot, silky lips that were aching for his touch.
 
Sophie & Vallen

The stench reminded her of home, nothing like the stench of an Inn to remind you where you came from.

"Two." She dropped the coin into the filthy palm and watched them slip inside his apron before two mugs were set before her. Taking both in hand, she scanned the room again.

No one watching, no one waiting. She strolled, letting her hips sway to and fro in a welcoming.. teasing manner before seating herself. Her red hair piled ontop of her head, hung in ringlets here and there, a trend the ladies today were wearing, but her gown was too indecent to speak of anything but what she was.. A common whore.

She flirted with sailors as they passed her by, winking, smiling.. a little 'steamy' look now and then, looking everywhere but across the table at Vallen.

He sat back at the table, watching her try and whore herself off.

"Ye can take the wench outta tha brothel, but you can't get the brothel outta the wench." His thoughts stayed to himself, knowing her reaction would be to only irritate him further.

"What ye lookin' for my dearest?" Vallen scanned over her cracked old face and picked up his ale. He needed it suddenly.

"Information." She spoke through barely moving lips as she smiled at another passing, yet drunk man.

"Why we waitin' here? Ye know.." He paused looking around before he scooted closer to her and lowered his voice, "ye know we gots business to do.." She smelled of cheap perfume.. Was she lookin' for some stud or a snitch? She sure gussied up a bit to just come here. Course it'd take one drunk man to go near that.

"Ale wench!" He raised his cup, wigglin it in the air a moment as the serving gal strolled by. He needed it even worse than before.

"Aye, I know that!" She hissed out, her eyes landing on the same group of men she hired earlier. What were they doin' here?
"Excuse me a moment.." She went without a backward glance making her way as seductively as she could across the room to the rowdy table in the corner.

"Why gentlemen..." She eyed their leader a little sternly before softening her features. "I thought you signed on, I know I paid you to sign on.." She let her fingertips trail over the large one's arm. He was a bit young but devilishly handsome.. Or she was drunk.

"beggin' yer pardon Miss Sophie.. 'e tole us 'e had no need of us." One stammered out before the wench on his lap took his attention away.

"Is this true?" She asked their leader again, meeting his dark cool stare. He had a look about him, a hard man he was to read. He only nodded his head and shifted his legs.

"Well gentlemen, I am the owner of the Mystique now.. I am sorry my captain felt the need to dismiss you so." She flirted a little and sighed heavily, "I merely needed some information and assistance. If you would like to talk...?" She left it hanging in the air as she eyed their leader with a smile.
 
On the sloop...

"Flint, see to helpin' the gunner!" I ordered as I passed. Stopping I eyed the girl up and down a moment and then out to sea.

"Well can't very well toss ya over board now can we?" I stood thinking over a moment or two and then sighed. What use would some little slip of a girl be on here?

"You don't want to swim with the sharks?" I asked semi-serious. The girl shook her head no and backed up a step.

"Alright, go down and find the cook. Sallys her name, assist her. And don't be doin' anything that might irritate me or the first mate. Got that? Preach is the cap'n for now and I am Mia. Doc Mia, but right now I am whatever is needed. Now, got that?" I stared at the girl, giving her that little 'evil eye'. No nonsense attitude and to the point, as always.
"You just go on and help the cook and behave, or ya will be swimmin' with those sharks."

I dismissed the girl and made sure Flint was helping Danny before returning to the helm. "Well we'll be in Port bay soon. We ready to dock?" I glanced at Preach a moment, still noticing those steely eyes of his forcused on the War Hammer.
 
Stow away ~

Great, not another one.. This one seems to be the bossy one, one that everyone listens. Last thing she needed was for this one to tell someone to toss her with the sharks.

Then this one asked as after looking at the water, as if considering the idea. Obviously the stow away didn't want to go swimming out there, not this far out and no idea where she was. Shaking her head slowly no, once this doc told her where to go she rushed off quickly not wanting to upset anyone.

As the doc watched her go, there were obvious scars showing through the torn dress, clearly this girl had done wrong somewhere else, though, she seemed to scared to be doing wrong. Something didn't seem right about the whole thing.

The stow away had been on this little sloop long enough to know her way around it at least, wasn't hard to find the kitchen. She saw someone busy at the stove and other things assuming it was Sally.

"I... I am here to help you... ummmm Mia? I think.. told to assist you..."

She kept her head low, and awaited for something to do. Was still scared about being here with a bunch of strangers, but it was better than swimming.
 
Thomas melted when he felt her legs part, and that musky heat meet his fingertips. In a moment, he was playing along her sweet nectar lips, pressing against her hard little clit, and as he groaned, he turned to her, to get in a better position.
But, the hand, gliding over his hard cock pulled the other way.
He broke the kiss, looking both confused and dismayed.
"Ashley," He spoke, knowing who the hand belonged too.
But then, he saw he was staring right into Krysta's eyes. His cheeks grew bright, and he couldn't help but feel bad.
It came out wrong, saying Ashley. It came out soo wrong.
"Krysta..."
The door opened.
As daylight filtered through, Thomas felt himself try to stand, but his legs got caught in Ashley's still body. He landed on his feet, somehow, but he watched, un utter useless horror as Ashley, barely awake, fell to the ground in a pile of blankets.
Thomas stood there, buck naked, his cock hard, and pointing straight at the opened door.
Krysta, in the bed, naked, trying to recover from his insatiable touch.
Did it look bad?
Several people cheered from outside.
Yeah, it looked bad.
"What is it?" Thomas had the look of an angered man, but in fact he wasn't that angry. How angry can a man be standing there, naked? His cock growing flaccid with each passing second.
"You wanted to know the minute we could see the harbor, sir..."
The man was hesitant, obviously, unsure what to do.
"Yes..."
"The Mystique is harbored there, sir. We saw it's sails through the telescope. Everything is ready."
"Good," The door closed. Thomas reached for his breeches, looking back at both women. What in the hell was he doing? He saw the same look on both of their faces, and it wasn't just the surprise, it was hope, and honesty, and pleading with him to tell the other one to leave, and finish what three of them had started.
God, why had it been him that was put in this position?
Thomas knelt down, looking at Ashley.
"Ashley, I..." but he didn't need to say more. His eyes, his demeanor, hell, even the tone of his voice told her a thousand apologies and a thousand more excuses.
All he could say was, "I have a plan for getting your ship back."
It wan't a choice, not really, but a lack of choices. He didn't know if life would be happier with Krysta, but he knew he could be happy. Maybe.
Krysta would follow him to the ends of the earth. Ashley, had a fire, and a spirit all her own that he couldn't tame. And he didn't want to tame it. It was something not meant to be tamed. She had a gift, and a vision for the open sea.
If he married her, she would stay by his side, and he would kill that part of her. One way or another he would, and she wouldn' be the woman he fell in love with here.
"Get dressed, we need to talk with your crew as well. Coordinate the attack. By nightfall, we should be able to have your ship back, safe and sound.
Thomas found his shirt, gave Krysta a look. Something between love, and lust, and sorrow, and walked out to the deck, putting his shirt on.
 
James let one of his boots come out, and push one of the chairs to his table far enough so she could sit down. He gave her a single smile, before pouring her, and himself some rum. All of this kind of talk had alcohol involved in one way or another. I was more than tradition, perhaps it was just a pirates code.
Loose lips sink ships, as they say.
He didn't think he could loosen Sophie's lips, not in the way he wanted, at least, but maybe she would reveal something all on her own anyway.
"You are the new owner. That's very odd. I didn't think Ashley would have sold that thing if she were on her last time. She's stubborn... kinda like..."
But he didn't finish that one. Poinjting out the similarities between this woman and Ashley would be a moot point, and possibly do more harm than good.
"Kinda like me."
He smiled again.
"Why don't we have a little trade then? Not money, or anything else, but information. You tell me how you got that ship, and where Ashley is, and I'll tell you anything you need to know."
James wasn't sure what he knew that she wanted. He was just a pirate after all, and a lowly one at that. But still, one man's garbage is another's treasure.
He must know something...
 
Mia

"We are ready, but are they? They have eyes full of adultery, insatiable for sin. They entice unsteady souls. They have hearts trained in greed. Accursed Children, 2 Peter 2.14." Preach had a point there, one in which I couldn't rightly argue.

Smirking a little I gave him a wink and pointed out a fact, "They ain't married Preach.. And sin.. well. Sinnin' can be good. But there is a time and place for such things and now isn't one of them." Raising a hand to my brow I gazed up at the sky and knew we were close.

"We get some supplies and set off, we'll straighten up the cap'n.. never fear." The gulls were circling and diving, fishing boats.. They were close to the last port between themselves and the Islands.

"We best make ready.. I need some ammunition for my guns anyway.." Climbing the ropes a little slower than normal, I let the sails billow out a little and watched as the sloop began to crawl up to the side of the War Hammer.

Eyes hard and staring, my temper was flaring hotly this day. She should be here, helping her crew.. not chasing cock.. And what other reason were there to be on the Hammer other than cock? Snorting I went back to work.

Sophie

"You are the new owner. That's very odd. I didn't think Ashley would have sold that thing if she were on her last time. She's stubborn... kinda like..." Seating herself, she gave a tight little smile and adjusted her skirts.

"Ah, exchanging information. Well.. Ashley didn't sell this ship, I took what was rightfully my own to have. AS for where she is, I hear she was left on a little slip of island.. left to die or grow wings." She sighed a little, her smile curving more playfully but inside she burned with hatred.

"But alas, I know she found a way off that Island. I heard a scavenger was picked up by the War Hammer off the same island.. A ship long since rotted.. So She's alive, somewhere out there. I just want to know what you've heard or know about her location.." She sat forward a little, letting her massive cleavage spill almost out of her dress.. a suggestive invite if she ever gave one.

"I gave my information.. Do you have.." Her eyes roamed his chest and a little lower, "Anything for me?"
 
Ash

He whispered her name as he moved away, this caught her a little by surprise but when he whispered Krysta's name her head shot up instantly.

"What?!" She gasped out, her throat a little sore from all that alcohol. Her head pounded with a newly born head ache from her jerking upright off the cot.

"What in the fuck.." The banging on the door interrupted Ash's tirade at Krysta for interrupting them.

"Sneaky little..." Ash spoke and Thomas jumped up, sending her and all the bedding to the floor. hissing out a curse, her ass struck the hard wood and pain shot up her back.

Brushing her tangled hair from her face she glared up at Thomas who stood naked and seemingly shamed, barking at one of his crew.

"The Mystique is in port?!" Surprise made her jaw drop and then joy made her smile.

"Wait! God damned blankets! Wait! I want to see her!" She struggled to untangle herself from the blankets about her legs and rise.

The door shut and all of the sudden everything was quiet. Too happy to care really about Krysta any longer, she forced down the blankets over her booted feet.

"Ashley, I..." Thomas looked down at her, his voice tremoring, his demeanor one of sorrow. She said nothing, he didn't need to appologize for Krysta's interruption, it wasn't like it was his fault the little tramp had to put her ass in bed with them.

She could always make up for it later when she got him alone.. And she would eventually.. Krysta couldn't follow them forever. But for now she had a ship to get back and it was more important to her than Krysta and her little sister's behavior.

"Later.." She jumped up and adjusted her clothes a moment. Tugging this and that down and into place.

"Get dressed..." Ashley glanced up then and noticed the state of Krysta's clothes.. Or lack there of and then she glanced over Thomas.

It dawned on her suddenly what he had been thinking and doing while she had been touching him.

"..we need to talk with your crew as well. Coordinate the attack. By nightfall, we should be able to have your ship back, safe and sound." He turned to look at her and the pain was clearly written in her eyes and face.

Out of no where her hand connected with his face as she lashed him as hard as he had lashed at her.

"Bastard! You hold me! You fuckin' kiss me! And then.... No. Not now. It doesn't matter." She glared at the both of them for a second longer and then back to Thomas whom she held the most disgust for. "Your word was given and you have the map.. My ship and then good bye." She stepped out of the blankets and left the room, the door slamming behind her with a loud resounding echo. Her anger and hurt knew no bounds. How dare he play with her like that?!

"Bastard.. toy with me will he.." She glared at the first guy she saw and asked for the telescope. He had broken her heart this time of his own free will.. Before there were reasons for her pain, but it hadn't healed and now.. Well now he had done it himself. And with a cheating little tramp of all people! He deserved what he got..

"Scope.. Now!" She moved to the railing and looked out over the ocean. "Where is she.. where... AH! Yes! THERE SHE IS!" She broke out with a grin that did not quite reach her eyes.

"We're going in first ... Me and my crew.." She turned to see Thomas exiting the room, his face red where she had slapped him. "Come around and trap them in the bay, that's all I need you to do.. And fire power." She pushed aside her hurt or tried to but the growing pain was really hard to push down, hard to stomach.

"Just need your fire power and hold her in incase this Sophie tries to flee... I will take my crew on board.. Thank.. . you." She tried hard as she could and considering the circumstances, that was a big effort.

Shoving the scope out at the man she took it from, she leaned far over the railing and judged the distance to the sloop. Once she could see Mia and Preach she waved her hand high in the air.

"I'M COMING ON BOARD!" She shouted, hoping they heard her. She turned back around and met the sight of Thomas and Krysta standing side by side.

"Anything else Captain?" She couldn't bring herself to say his name, not now.
 
Krysta ~

In the heat of the moment, everything was so perfect, even Ash had left my thoughts until....... There it was, her name. He broke the kiss and spoke her name while.......

It took a few moments to get some focus back, see the shocked and very confused look on his face just before the door opened, again the sun was blinding, this time I didn't care though. Heart sank deeper than it could possibly do, even after he said my name.
As he stood and talked with the one that brought in the light, Thomas still had total confusion on his face and his eyes. Watched how Ash acted, slapping him and storming off as she did, perhaps he deserved it, but it was also my fault for coming in here with them both. Not knwoing what to say, if there was anything to say in that moment. I just watched how he got dressed and that look he gave just as he left.

I layed back down for a moment, still feeling his fingers as they played and teased at the lips, his kiss burning deeply on my lips. Yet, that one moment he spoke her name ~
Wasn't sure if I wanted to be upset and slap him, of course, he'd already got one of those, having another one from me wouldn't help matters anymore. Or just stay here and cry. Instead, held back the emotions and got dressed quickly and left the room. Every part of me was aching, screaming. He was looking right into my eyes, he knew it was me, yet, he said her name. With her there of all things. Then that look he gave me just before he left, there was something there, love maybe? Could have just been that way because of the moment, hard to tell.

For now I would be a good girl by not yelling at him or her. Or even go running off like I normally do, instead I went straight to Thomas' side;

"So whats the plan now, I'm sure by now they can see us coming. Specially if we see them."

The words faltered some as I still tried to keep focus and not show exactly how I was feeling about what happened. Also, suddenly realizing just how close we really were to Sophie didn't help much either.

"I really don't want to face her again....."

Was a mere whisper and I didn't care if anyone heard it or not, it was hard to tell if I was scared. Or just wasn't in the mood to deal with her period. And perhaps it was both.
 
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He knew there was nothing he could say, nothing that she would listen to in any case. She was hot tempered, and flaring. Her anger fueling what little thoughts she did have left. Thomas just shook his head, letting her go.
"No, no, nothing."
She had her thoughts. He didn't want to bother her with his own plan. He doubted she'd listen to him. Her eyes would be on him, her ears hearing his words, but inside, she would just be thinking of him, and wanting to slap him again.
He deserved it. Probably one from Krysta too. He disappointed both of them, and didn't feel proper taking one over the other. He felt as if he should leave both. They didn't deserve him, they deserved someone who loved just them.
He had one too many women in his heart to be whole anymore.
"Maybe you should go aboard, face Sophie. I don't know, it seems like the kind of fight you should be a part of."
His eyes pleaded with Krysta at his side. He didn't want her here, not now, not while he was so embarrased with this by his side. He just had too much to think, and too many wild accusations being thrown around. He really wanted to be alone with himself for a little bit.
He kissed her.
"Just for this. We'll be together again soon. You and I... forever."
He wanted it to sound pleasent, but it didn't come out that way. A waned smile touched his lips.
 
Stow away ~

The cook just looked at the girl, almost wondering what to do with her. Then, Sally placed food in fron her. At first she wasn't sure what this meant, it has been awhile since she ate but this was the last thing she expected.

Nodding lightly to the cook understanding what she meant. From the sounds of it, the girl didn't want to meet this Preach person. For now, she'll obey this one, and Sally told her to eat then clean, which made her more than happy to oblige.

"Thank you..."

She spoke softly as she sat down and started to eat slowly, enjoying the food. She really hadn't been abandoned that long, but being without food made her look like it's been months since....

It didn't take her long to finish the meal, once she was done, the girl walk over to the sink and washed out her own bowl, drying it and putting in it's place. Shortly getting a bucket and filling so she can work on the tasks that was given to her.
 
Krysta

Closed my eyes as he told what he thought, seriously not wanting to be anywhere near Sophie. She scared me more than anything else in this world, even if I was older now, Sophie new how to get to me, knew my weaknesses. Here, he is asking me to face her?

"I.... I don't feel like this is my fight...."

Lowered my head, thinking of why he would wish me to go, most importantly to go to Sophie, if he only knew what he was asking of me.

"Sophie........ I... Ashely.... I can't..."

Just then Thomas kissed me, for some reason that surprised me after what just happened. His words faltered some as he spoke of me and him, but I knew he meant well by them. Still, it didn't make what he was asking any easier. The look in his eyes was begging me to go for him, if nothing else for him...
A small smile came to my lips as if I just thought of something that pleased me.

"Well, as long as I get to hurt a lot of people I'll go. I don't wish to face Sophie, but it is something I can not prevent less I hide. But hurting those people that follow in her footsteps, seems like something that would be pleasing."

At least I got a smile out of him, for what it was worth. Kissed him sweetly just before I walked off to get ready to fight, or at least go on board a ship full of people I despised.
 
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Ashley

"Go and stop her Thomas.." She stared hard at him, the resentment still leaving a residue in her mouth she did not like.. But for the sake of blood, she would do her best to keep Krysta from harm.

She wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. She had lost the man she loved to a sister she didn't know she had and now he was going to let Krysta just waltz on into a mess that would more than likely get Krysta killed.

"Drop me a rope!" She called out to the one man she had been speaking to previously. He knew she was going to jump from one ship to the other and aided her in seeing it possible.

She looked at Thomas again, all these thoughts swarming in her mind of things she longed to say to him but knew it was pointless now. Looking away, she inhailed a deep breath and gripped the rope.

"Good luck." That sounded hallow but she tried to make an effort. She would shed no tears any more, nor would she let this cripple her further. She survived four years without him, she would survive the rest of her life as well without him.

"She's astern!" Nodding she heard, She walked to the railing holding the rope and pushed off. She had the wonderful freedom of flight for a moment before she started to slide down the rope. The velocity was faster than she had expected, her boots hit the deck, her hand released the rope and she rolled across the damp deck. The man across the way began pulling the rope back as she stood and dusted off her clothes.

"Mystique is in port and we're going to take her back crew.." She flashed a tight smile and felt her hands and limbs shaking. She made a fist, her mind battling her will until she slowly gained control bit by bit.

She stared at Preach and then at Doc, waiting for something to be said, anything to be said..

"The War Hammer is going to hold her in port, it is up to us to get on board and take her back... We need to coordinate what we will do, how we will do it.." She faltered over her words a moment and released her fisted hand.

"I am sorry as well......" She felt dirty, used.. alone.. It hurt and she knew she had angered them by causing all this.
 
He helped Krysta over, thanking her as he did so. She seemed so scared at this Sophie. Thomas bit his lower lip, thinking of what could possibly make Krysta, a woman who feared nothing, afraid.
Someone who must have hurt her even more than he did.
Partially that was the reason for having her fight. He didn't want that fear to be over her. She needed to stand up to it, just as he stood up to the choice he had to make.
Eventually, but he stood up anyway.
And none the less for it.
Thomas turned hard to starboard, to give their ship room to navigate. He had turned his own boat sideways, so the guns aimed now at the port. He was ready, would be ready.
This was all his fault.
In one way or another, he had been the one to take it this far. All of the little decisions, his own choices, had lead up to this moment, where, for all he knew, one of the women that he loved would not come back alive.
"Sir?"
"Load the cannons, and prepare. As soon as they go in, we'll stand at the ready."
"B... backup, sir?"
Thomas took out the map, looking at it. For this, he had made so many mistakes, hurt so many people for this.
For all the gold in the world.
All of a sudden treasure didn't seem like the most important thing on his mind anymore.
"Aye, backup. We got the map, she gets her ship. It's all coming out according to plan."
But, of course... plans change.
 
James cracked a smile, looking at her. She reminded him so much of Ashley. Everything except the hair, dirty blood red hair. All the rest of it was just a spitting image. She could have passed for Ashley's sister... or even cousin.
That's probably why he took her so many times. She was cheap, aye, but so were most of the maidens in this town. He had to remind himself why he did like Sophie so much.
He supposed that was the only reason.
"Word always travels slow, on the seas, you know..." A leg came to brush up against hers, slowly, methodically. It toyed with the top of her knee.
"Rumor is she'll be here within a day or two. Maybe sooner, depending on the wind."
James took a swig of the drink, laughing as he said that.
"You know the wind. It's either for you, or against you. I don't know, it's not blowing straight, but doesn't look too bad today. A general westward blow. Looks like some good sailing weather."
Pouring themselves another drink, James wasn't sure what Sophie would do now. Probably leave. He could imagine her running, she never was a brave woman to start with... stubborn. Oh yes, a good Ashley streak of stubbornness running through her, but brave?
No, ever since he'd known her, other people have fought her own fights. He even reembered those pretty eyes making him bust a nose or two. How could you say no when so much cleavage was being thrust in your direction.
 
Krysta ~

Didn't speak a word, even as he was saying his thanks. There were no words how I felt right now. Maybe this was a good thing, in some twisted way I'm sure this was a good thing... But Ashely was off the ship and with her crew, Thomas would be away from the both of us, maybe thats what we all needed, time and space for a little while.

Slid down the rope into the row boat that was following the sloop. I had different ideas of what I was going to do, and I spoke to the person in the boat of where I wanted him to go. And it was not to the sloop, the last thing I wanted was to be with Ash right now. After what she saw, only god knows how she feels about me now, reguardless of being sisters, I would be surrounded by her crew, her command, and soon her ship. I wasn't going to allow that.

I wouldn't let her die of course, but I wasn't about to be under her command. With the Warhammer being in view and turned sideways would surely keep whoever was on the Mystique, keep their attention on the our ship instead of a little rowboat with a few people in it.

"Get me as close to that damn ship as possible as you can, I don't know what those two have in mind, but if I'm going on that ship, I am not going to just waltz on there and say kill me..... Take me to the anchor or anywhere close."

The anger and resentment was taking over the fear I had for Sophie, all those times she would hit me, call me every name in the book that would scar me emotionally. Everything she had done came rushing back, and hard. I didn't want to face Sophie, but I knew the time would come some day, just wasn't expecting it be like this. She had a full crew on that ship, one word and that would be the end. I had to find away to keep her from that word.

The guy got as close as he could without hitting the ship, I was a small swim to where I wanted to be, but it was good enough. Gave my thanks to the guy and jumped off the side of the boat, luckily the water was warm from the midday sun. Swam under water too keep out of site from the people on board, got to the thick chain of the anchor, keeping Ashes sloop in site. When she got close, or even on board, thats when I would move.
 
Vallen & Sophie

Vallen:

He seen the ship before any thought to look and knew... knew it was time to get the hell out of here. He made no sudden movements, let no worry show as he gathered what little he had in a satchel.

His hands shook with nervousness, the sweating irritating his back and wounds, but he knew he had little time.

"Jesus!" He fought with the bag a moment longer before giving up and leaving it behind as well.

Nothing was worth his life and Ashley had come.

His eyes darted left and right before he stepped from the cabin. No one was paying him any mind nor the looming ship.

Good. Good. Let them die and not count bodies. He walked quickly as he could off the ship and even faster down the dock. He grew nervous as he passed two sailors, almost to the point of ducking behind a crate, but that would alert them to his strange behavior and alert Sophie. He couldn't afford that.

GOD! He was so close. 'Fuckin' whores!" He muttered under his breath nodding to the men as he passed. He melted into the crowd quickly and vanished from sight.



Sophie:

He wasn't telling her what she needed to know.

Damn him!

She smiled and scooted closer, her hand silently pulling the knife from under her skirts as she slid closer. Her dagger pricked his crotch just as she got close enough.

"You know James." Her eyes searched his face before she glared with anger.

"She's here isn't she..."

No response from him, merely a smug look.

"Isn't she!?" She barked out. The room fell silent a moment and heads turned in their direction. Most knew it was none of their business and went back to their wenching and ale. The noise steadily drew back up as Sophie sat holding his manhood in the palm of her hand.

"I should cut this off..." She threatened. She knew he followed Ashley like a hawk. Knew her where abouts, knew her life better than Ash did herself. He only fucked the wenchs that resembled Ashley and that was what brought him to her in the first place.
 
James features froze. His muscles all tightened in on themselves, making a glass feature of the real Captain James, who sat there, quiet as a church mouse, and listened to Sophie.
He could feel her touching him. The blade cold and sharp, her hand warm and soft, yet both of them carried the same deadliness. He had a small wave of nausea hit him.
Images of living the rest of his life without his most precious commodity. It sickened him to his stomach.
Somewhere just beneath his stomach, in fact.
"Aye," he said quiet, but deliberate, so she could hear, " She's already here. You know. I know."
"Boss?"
The point of a blade came around Sophie's neck, just under her neck, there the cleavage began to spill out. Cleavage, that was just as deadly as the knife. He saw the blade touch her milky white skin.
"It's ok," He risked a hand.
"You sure?" One of his loyal lackeys. The dagger would easily cut her in two, but he was afraid of what she might do in retaliation. Watching Sophie die as his member fell to the gound in warm blood didn't seem like such a good resolution to this all.
"Leave us be," The man paused, another second, and then walked off.
"You could," He said, moving closer to her, making sure his crotch never moved, or antagonized her viselike grip in any way, "But, I think you have plans of your own to get ready for. You didn't come in here cause you wanted to know about Ash... you came in here cause you wanted to know about me."
James risked a kiss, a little more than a peck, right across her lips. His tongue came out to flick her rosy red lips, and then he moved back.
"I might have loved you, once, but for the wrong reasons. I'm sorry. My loyalty lies with someone else."
 
Sophie

His kiss was an unwanted distraction as much as the man himself. She was sorely tempted to cut him up, but she had plans to see to. Things to get done before Ashley was aware of more than she should be.

"love?" She laughed at him then finding that word hysterical.

"What does a black hearted thief know of love?" She paused, "Nothing, thats what you know. A silly notion because some tramp makes your manhood stiff." She shook her head, her mirth dying down to be replaced with a smirk.

"No James. You know nothing of love, our kind don't. Love is a myth, illusion. And I have a score to settle." She stood up quickly and backed away, giving him a saucy little salute with her dagger before turning tail and rushing out the door. She had to get to the Mystique before everything went wrong.

James.. She'd deal with later.
 
Sophie

She stormed up the plank and onto the deck, her eyes falling on the ship just out of range.

"Where's Vallen?" She asked the lounging cabin boy. Hearing her voice he jumped up and stood ramrod stiff. "he went t-to town."

"How is it no one noticed the War Hammer?" She thundered at the boy. Even at this distance she could read the fucking name!

"CAPTAIN! CAPTAIN!" Glancing over head a man in the crows nest was frankly waving his hand to get her attention. "Ashley is coming. There." He pointed at the sloop entering the harbor.

"Shut up and get down here!" She was aware of Ash's arrival thanks to one back stabbing bastard.

"Make ready to fire! All guns!" She grabbed the spy glass and scanned the water until she found old Jack's Sumggler's Run.

"Bold as brass, sailing in here without so much as thinking of the consequences." Her smile lacked all warmth and welcome.

"Sink it. Blow them outta the water! I want to see her go down so close to her little prescious goals.." Putting down the spy glass, she continued to order the men to launch.

"Gun's are at the ready Captain."

"Good, on my mark fire at will. That sloop can't get any closer.. understood?"

"Aye captain." He turned and ran off, all around her men were boarding and working to cast off.

"Sink it and be done with this whole mess.." She smirked a little, she'd get to watch Ashley be blown to little bits.

"Gun. And my dagger please."

Slowly the cannons were turned and aimed at the approaching sloop.

"Wait for it!" damn, she couldn't contain her excitement as well as apprehension. They had to take care of Ashley and then they'd have free sailing.

"FIRE!" Sophie yelled out, the order was passed down to the men below, one by one the cannons began to bark their fire.



MIA:

Preach had a point and I wasn't going to stick around up here to listen to this all over again. We were out numbered and had little surprise on our side. I eyed the captain and then Preach, these two seemed to be swimming in emotions, both dangerous to each other and themselves..

"I'm going to go check on... JESUS CHRIST!" Eyes widening I watched as the Mystique swung away from the docks. Her bulk lumbering for a moment to do as those on board wished her to do.

"Gun ports!" All of them were open on both levels and aimed this way. The deck seemed to give way as I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.

There was just no time!

"DANNY!" She tried to form a warning but her blasted feet were stuck to the deck and somewhere in her mind she knew it was far too late to relatiate and little time to get out of their range.

Turning, my mind finally able to let my limbs move I ran for the stairs, shouting to all below to get off the ship. Jumping down the few stairs I ran towards Danny, "JUMP!" The cannon's exploded with a loud deafening boom. Water sprayed up and doused my clothing but I kept running.

"RUN! GET OFF THE SHIP!"

Whirling, everything going mad around us I spied Ashley grabbing for Preach and pushing him off the ship.

"YOU BITCH!" Fucking captain fled! She fucking fled! Stunned and angered I grabbed the door and yanked it open as the wood splintered around me. Whatever i was about to tell Sally was forgotten as I flew through the air. Numbing pain ripped through my body is several places and then all went dark...
 
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