Captive at Sea.

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Grinning evilly as he saw Elizabeth rake her nails along the auctioneers face, Cervantes caught another man who lunged at him with a knife by the wrist, twisted his arm behind his back with a sharp snap, taking the knife swiftly from his hand, Cervantes slit his throat, then pushed him away.

His eyes never strayed from Elizabeth for a second as he saw her picked up by yet another man. "I'll KILL her Cap'n!" The man shouted out as he pressed a knife to her throat. "You're already dead!" Cervantes shouted back, not pausing for a moment.

He threw the knife in his hand at the man, the blade sunk deep into his eye socket, only inches from Elizabeth's ear. The man's head was thrown back by the knifes impact and he let loose of Elizabeth, falling to the ground, dead.

Cervantes paused for a moment as the last five men surrounded him. He smiled ferally. "You're ALL dead!" He taunted them. The auctioneer was pulling back as the others encroached. Two teamed up on him, swinging scimitars in unison at Cervantes' flanks.

Cervantes caught the one to his right by the wrist, twisting his arm about, guiding the blade down and across the others back, opening a deep wound. Then he wrenched the scimitar from the mans hand and bashed him in the face with its hilt. The others hesitated then. Four of them had been killed in a matter of minutes... But they knew Cervantes wouldn't stop until they were ALL dead... They had been his crew after all.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth saw Cervantes slit the man's throat, and then lift his arm to throw the knife... at her? She was unsure what had happened as her captor suddenly released her.

Stepping away from him, she looked down and saw the knife buried in his eye. Covering her mouth, Elizabeth backed away, tripping over a man's legs and falling to the floor. Glancing around in shock, she realized she was sitting next to a dead man, and she lacked the strength to get up.

She simply say, mutely watching Cervantes threaten to kill every man in the room. And then begin to make good on that threat. Men were screaming, steel was clashing, and the stench of blood was in the air.

Elizabeth waited to see what Cervantes would do when all the men were dead - she never doubted that he'd make good on his threat - and he turned his wrath on her.

 

[Guest]

Cervantes:

Two still stood against him as the auctioneer snuck for the tavern doors, skirting around the madness. Cervantes ducked the swing of a blade and slashed his own blade out, at the attackers leg, crippling him. The last man still stood, backing away slowly, his blade out before him.

Cervantes looked up at him as he stomped the heel of his boot sharply into the crippled man's throat, silencing him. "Erbert wasn't it?" Cervantes asked, suddenly calm as he reguarded the lad. "Y... Yes cap'n..." The youthful man stammered, not daring to lower his weapon, he'd seen Cervantes snap from blood thirsty murderer, to perfect gentleman, and back again in the blink of an eye, many, MANY times before...

"Well Erbert... How much did you bid?" Cervantes asked calmly. "Wha, what?" The boy continued to stammer. "You heard me Erbert, how much was the woman worth to you?" Cervantes circled around the man, paying no attention to the auctioneer as he slipped out the door.

Erbert was about to speak when Cervantes cut him off. "And be honest..." He chided with a slight smirk. "Ah... Twenty gold Cap'n..." The boy said shakilly. "Twenty gold?" Cervantes replied in a disapointed voice. "Tsk Tsk..." Cervantes clucked his tongue as he shook his head, still circling Erbert. Coming to a stop, Cervantes eyed Erbert sharply.

A tence moment passed as Erbert breathe shook, his brow coated in nervous sweat. With the simplest flick of his arm, Cervantes sliced a small gash along Erberts wrist.

Erbert cried out in pain, dropping his blade clasping a hand over the wound. "Thats ONE gold Erbert..." Cervantes growled, flicking the blade out across Erberts shoulder, making another bloody gash. "There's two..."

 

[Ravenloft]

The above was me.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth got slowly to her feet, looking around at the carnage. The room reeked like a slaughter house, and one or two men were still clawing at their wounded throats, not knowing they were dead already.

She saw Cervantes taking swipes with a blade at a boy who couldn't be more than 15. The lad looked terrified now, but Elizabeth remembered him as the one who had torn her dress. He'd been the highest bidder so far too, making lewd coments about his plans for her.

Idly, she bent and retrieved a knife from the floor. Wiping the blood on her ruined dress, she walked to Cervantes. He was counting as he slashed at the boy, inflicting minor, yet painful wounds. She laid a hand gently on Cervantes' arm, stopping him.

The boy looked so hopeful, the thought of rescue lighting up his face. Elizabeth walked toward him, and stopped, staring into his eyes.

"How many women have you purchased? Raped? Killed?"

"None that weren't willin', and I ain't never killed nobody!"

Elizabeth shook her head sadly, raised the knife, and drew the blade across the lad's throat. Turning away before his body crumpled. She dropped the knife on the floor, sat down, and began to cry.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Looking down upon Elizabeth for a moment, Cervantes set the scimitar down next to his side. He slid up next to her, and knelt down. his eyes were level with her's now. "Elizabeth... Are you hurt? Did any of them do anything to you before I came?" He asked softly, reaching out to caress her cheek.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth jerked at Cervantes' touch. But his quiet words calmed the panic in her heart. She closed her eyes, and simply shook her head.

"No one hurt me. Please, take me away from this place, take me anywhere but here."

She tried to stand, holding the shreds of her dress together. A dress that was now covered in blood.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Taking hold of Elizabeth's arm, Cervantes helped her to her feet and steadied her. He wasn't terribly gentle, but it wasn't a violent jesture either. "Come." He said as he pulled on her arm and began to walk for the tavern doors.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth was grateful for Cervantes' assistance, she wasn't sure she could stand unsupported. His hand felt warm to her chock-chilled skin.

At the door to the tavern, she stopped moving. Cervantes glared at her, but she slowly reached her hand inside the remains of her bodice and pulled out the small purse she'd taken earlier.

"This belongs to you." She handed it to him, straightened her shoulders, held her head high, and strode from the tavern toward the wharf.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Taking the purse she'd handed him, Cervantes stood back for a moment, looking down at it the up toward her as she walked out of the tavern and toward the wharf. A slow smile formed on his lips as he tilted his head, tucking the purse away. He followed after her then, and when they boarded his ship, he caught her by her wrist and turned her to face him. "There are a number of cloths in that crate over there." He pointed. "For you... Pick what you like, and you may change in my cabin." He looked her in the eyes for a moment, his lip twitched slightly. "Rocky should have finished the stew he was making for you by now, it is the least you could do to eat a bit of it, since you asked for it..." Cervantes said.

 

[Rockingham]

"Stew, stew, stew, stew, stew, stew."
Rocky chuckled as he sang the word over and over again. It was a funny word, wasn't it? Where did it come from? Stew... sounded weird, with it's ew. Nothing that has to do with food should be called ew.
It was good though.
No one had ever doubted Rocky on that. Rocky made the best stew this side of the other side. He wasn't sure where that other side was, but if he ever went there, he was sure he'd be the best stewmaker on the other side as well.
But...
What if he had to give up his title for being the Stewmaker on this side if he went to the other side? Oh no, he would hate to give up his title. That wasn't even fair. He should be able to keep his stew title no matter what side he was on.
Who made up these rules anyway?
He had a very confused look on his face, as anyone would tell you, Rocky often has. Simple things like this confused him greatly, and the other members of the crew didn't help at all.
They were mean and cruel to him, which he endured. He spent most of his time alone, so it wasn't so bad. Just when he had to be somewhere, like chow time, or swabbing the deck. Only then was he teased.
Not in the galley though. In there he was king. Tastes flew from every corner, bringing out flavors that seemed utterly impossible.
Stew King of the Seven Seas.
He wondered if the other side had seven seas as well?
With this thought he went into the Captain's cabin. There he saw Cervie and the pretty lady.
"Well Hi!" His eyes lit up, confusion turned to pure enjoyment. His face was warm, kind, untouched by the hardships of the seas.
"I got you some stew, just like you asked. I made more than enough, so you can Cervie and dine together. I thought it would be nice, since you're all being pals and buddies and all. You know, I have a friend as well."
He took out a small doll, with ragged hair and one button missing as an eye.
"Her name's Lucy. She's my friend. She and I have a whole bunch of adventures here on the ship," he put it away in his pouch, smiling like he just told them a big secret.
"Well, I can see your faminshed, look at you two. It looks like you traveled through a mile of strawberry patches just to get here. Come on then, sit and eat. You can change and get all fancied up later."
He put the pot of stew on the small table in the quarters, and dished out to bowl fulls. He also got them some buttered bread.
Sheepishly, he put a candle on the table, and lit it. Then he smiled and clapped his hands as if he had just done some sort of magician's trick.
"Ok, is there anything else you'll be needing? I'm Cervie's Cabin boy, and if you're his guest on this ship, then that makes me your cabin boy as well. You need anything, you want anything, just in an angry mood and want to kick something," he rubbed his ass, remembering Cervie's stern kick from a few days ago.
He rocked from the back of his feet to the front, his hands behind his back. He looked at the two, seeing if they liked his stew.
Would he have to beat the former Stew king from the other side? Or would it just be an automatic change in the Stew making royalty? He was sure he could beat another stewmaker, if he had the right ingrediants.
What if they had different ingrediants over there? What if they put ice cream and nails and things in their stew, and called that good. He didn't know if he could be a Stew King then.
He shrugged his shoulders, that would have to wait til he went to the other side and found out.
Some day...

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth looked longingly at the clothes she'd carried into the cabin. She wanted so badly to have a bath and change. But she didn't know if a bath was an option, and Rocky obvioulsy wasn't going to leave until she tasted the stew... besides, she was starving.

Leaning forward and taking a small bite of the stew, Elizabeth was shocked at how good it was.

"Rocky! I think this is the best stew I've ever eaten!" SHe smiled at him. Her first real smile since the pirated had boarded the galleon.

Rocky looked pleased. He seemed sweet, even if he wasn't very bright. He obviously adored 'Cervie'. Now, there was something to think about... the pirate who'd just killed a room ful of men, who had kidnapped her, made love to her for hours, was Cervie. She smiled again, softly and began to eat her stew with gusto.

 

[Rockingham]

"Why, thank you very much," he said, bowing politely.
"It all comes from being royalty."
The words came out as if she could understand what he was talking about. He turned around, moving back to the door.
With it half closed, he looked back at the two of them.
"Now, I'm going to get you some water and some of my old fashioned dessert. I will make sure to take my time. So you two can change and talk and.." He looked at the ground, "Do grown up things."
He closed the door behind him, walking back to the galley. He cleaned up as best he could, and grabbed the things ready. Before he did anything, he decided to take a walk out on the deck.
It had been a while since he was in the light, and he sure did love it. It was boring being on the boat all the time, especially when he spent so much time below deck.
Wait a minute!
The other side of what?
How many sides were there? If he was on one side, then where was the other side? What defined a side? How could he get to that other side? Is it even attainable?
Whoah... he shook his head.
What was attainable anyway?
He wasn't sure. It didn't matter though. Whatever it was, he was sure he couldn't do it. Hard words meant complicated thinking. And that was something Rocky couldn't do.
He continued walking around the deck, wondering which side he was on.
(Just to give you some alone time. Would hate to spoil an after-killing sex scene)

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Watching Rocky leave the room, Cervie smiled briefly. "He's the king of stew... Royalty ye see..." Cervantes said under his breath. Looking back toward Elizabeth, Cervantes' look darkened. He walked over to her, standing behind her. "Elizabeth..." He said calmly. The next thing she knew, he'd grabbed a hand full of her hair and pulled her head back, forcing her to be suppored on her feet, souly by his bulk directly behind her. Her neck was exposed, and his mouth hovered next to her ear. "Don't ever try to escape me again... You will be set free when I wish you to be set free, no sooner girl... Do. You. Understand?" He said just as calmly as before, only his words turned sharper as he asked the words of his question, each of them punctuated with meaning. His other hand curled around her waist, and clasped the curve of her stomach posessively. He awaited his answer, not loosening his grip on her hair or her belly, his hot breath curling next to her ear.

 

[Calamity Jane]

"King of st..." Elizabeth's words were cut short as Cervantes grabbed her hair and yanked her to her feet. She could feel his entire length pressed against her back, the only thing keeping her from cumpling to the floor in the rush of pain from having her hair pulled. She whimpered.

She felt his breath on her neck as he spoke. It made her tremble with want in spite of the situation she was now in.

"Don't ever try to escape me again... You will be set free when I wish you to be set free, no sooner girl... Do. You. Understand?"

His arm came around her in a gesture of possessiveness, settling low on her belly and pulling her tighter against him. She felt the evidence of his desire for her, and at that moment, would have promised anything to him.

"Yes. I understand." She said quietly as his breath teased her ear and his hand caused heat to flood her lower body.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

"I am happy we have come to an understanding..." Cervantes whispered in Elizabeth's ear. He turned her loose then, forcing her a couple steps away from him. "Eat your stew, then get dressed, the crew should be aboard and ready to learn my ground rules by then... You will attend me in this... As it is a matter of YOUR safty." He moved to the door of his cabin, to leave her be, but stopped there for a moment. "Elizabeth... Don't defy me again..." He hissed, his back to her, then he slipped away.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth sat back down. She stared at her stew, no longer wanting it, but unwilling to hurt Rocky's feelings.

As Cervantes ordered her to change and meet him on deck, she nodded mutely. His final admonishment, hissed at her as me paused by the door, sent shivers up her spine.

She ate the stew, actually enjoying it a little bit, even though she was frightened of what tonight might bring.

After eating, she chose a dress from the one's Cervantes had bought her. It's color was perfectly suited to her complexion, and she was shocked that it fit so well. It was a little low cut for her tastes, but nothing could be done about that. She left her hair loose in an attempt to cover what the dress revealed.

Taking a deep breath, she made her way to the deck, stopping as she saw the men gathered there. If anything, they were more frightening than the previous crew as they leered at her and made comments to each other.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Cervantes was out, in front of the new crew, he looked back at Elizabeth with a slight smile at her appearance, ment only for her. Snapping his gaze back to the men aboard, he shouted. "MEN, this is my concubine, the last thing you must know to survive on my ship... Stay well away from her, if you value your lives, and your ability to spawn children, at any time in the future... One touch upon her, and you will know... PAIN!" Cervantes had paused then shouted the final word, causeing several of them to jump.

 

[Calamity Jane]

As Elizabeth looked around, she caught sight of Cervantes. He looked dangerous, and imposing standing in front of his men, giving them orders pertaining to their life on his vessel. Her heart beat faster at the sight of him. He frightened her, but God help her, she wanted him.

He turned his head and his gaze settled on her. Even through the distance, she could feel the heat in that gaze, the promise in the private smile he gave to her before addressing his men again.

"MEN, this is my concubine, the last thing you must know to survive on my ship... Stay well away from her, if you value your lives, and your ability to spawn children, at any time in the future... One touch upon her, and you will know... PAIN!"

Elizabeth, like most of the men, jumped at the final word. She felt secure that the men would leave her alone. Glad that in spite of her small betrayal, Cervantes had kept his word, and she would be safe aboard ship.

When Cervantes glanced her way again, she smiled a thank you to him, and turned to go back to the cabin. Perhaps she could figure out a way to have a bath.

 

[Rockingham]

Rocky stood up above the crowd, next to the lady. He had his arms crossed in front of his chest, and put out a cocky grin. He pretened to be her bodyguard, like none of the guys could touch her, and he was the only thing standing between her and them.
He even went so far as to let a small growl come out, as he eyed the men. Afterwards he laughed quielty to himself. It was always funny to pretend.
All those men were too big and too mean for him to be a bodyguard of anyone, except Lucy his doll.
And Herbert.
He took the mouse from his pocket, feeding him a bit of cracker. The poor thing, hadn't eaten. None of the mouse friends on board were fed properly. He had complained to everyone, even the other cook, but no one listened. It was like they didn't care or something.
When a fellow mammal is in danger, Rockingham is there!
He put Herbert back before Cervie could see. He never approved of pets, especially small furry ones. To him they were food, not friends.
Rocky absently played at his lips with his tongue, and stared across the ship towards the sea. Such a beautiful sight this late in the day. The sun would set soon, he would have to go up to the crow's nest and take a look at it. Always a nice spot to watch a sunset.
He wondered what this meeting was all about? Why did Cervie want all the men up here? For a cun-coo bine? That made no sense, Cervie didn't have one of those, did he?
OHHH!
Rocky understood.
A cocoon mine! Of course, that must have been along with the clothes Cervie brought back from land. Of course, cocoon's were very precious and you hardly ever saw them on the sea. The nerve of this crew to think they could just steal cocoon's and not have any repricussions.
He knew whose cocoons were whose. It wasn't like he was some sort of cocoon stealer, or something. Which is probably why Cervie trusted him so much. Why would he steal anything? The only thing he ever wanted was friends.
Herbert moved in his pocket, it ticked as he did. He giggled out loud, and then stared at the floor.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

In a low, desireous voice, Cervantes called out. "My concubine..." He ran his eyes along her frame. "Come to me..." He hissed, all in front of his men.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth stopped at Cervantes' command. She pushed the thought of the bath out of her mind, and walked to his side.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

It was a deliberate act of taunting when he took ahold of Elizabeth and pulled her to him. Her back pressed against his bulk, his hardened cock prodding at her hip. "Again, you, none of you will touch her..." He growled, againt her ear, sexual meaning behind his tone, it was almost as though he would force her to her hands and knees right in front of them all...

 

[Calamity Jane]

When Elizabeth reached him, Cervantes grabbed her and pulled her against him. Holding her in front of him, putting her on display for the men. His arousal was evident, as her body was pressed against his.

When he spoke to the men, it was in a growl that made gooseflesh cover her skin. His hot breath was teasing her ear, and he moved his hips against her tauntingly.

She feared what he may do to prove his ownership, but the heat was building inside once again, and she knew she was close to not caring.

The eyes of the men were glued to her, assessing her worth to Cervantes. Perhaps some of them trying to decide if she was worth the risk of Cervantes' wrath.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Seeing his men sizing the worth of her up, Cervantes grew angry. He clasped a hand upon Elizabeth's wrist and pulled her along with him. "Come..." He commanded, knocking his cabin door open with his shoulder. Leaving it swung open, he weilded Eli about, making her plop down on his bed, the force with which he flung her so strong...

She was looking up at him in shock, her hands planted on the bed behind her, her breasts out thrust from the landing... "Turn around..." Cervantes hissed. "And kneel on your hands and knees..." He growled, lust filling his voice.