Changing tides. (Closed for Sean Renaud.)

[Blodeuwedd_24]

Sarah's father was being unreasonable, as usual. When did he ever listen to a word she said? It infuriated her that he saw her as a little girl still. She was 22 for God's sake and he treated her like a child. She ran a hand through her mass of tumbling black curls in frustration. Her father sat there impassively, arms crossed, watching her pace back and forth.

"The man is an idiot father! His thoughts are that women should be kept in their place, knitting and hosting dinner parties for their husband and his boring friends. I won't marry him and it's ridiculous that you would expect me to! You're the one who taught me to read, you're the one who taught me basic sword skill. Why do that only to fob me of to a fool!" she cried. Her green eyes flashing in anger.

Malcolm, her father sighed and shook his head. "I'm sorry Sarah but you know my financial situation has not gotten any better, I can just about afford the few servants we have now and I'll have to let them go before long. He can provide for you. He's for a fery wealthy family... Anyway, it's what your mother would have wanted."

Megan turned on him, " don't you dare use guilt on me, mother's dead and she's not coming back. You can't expect me to-" her rant was cut short as the door flew open. One of the servants ran in, his face ashen and a sword drawn. Her father drew his own sword and jumped to his feet.

"Sir! ... The village is under attack. They're ransacking everything and killing as they go." The man glanced at her worryingly. Her father spun towards her and grasped her shoulder. " Sarah , I want you to use the hiding space beneath the bed in your room. And no matter what you hear, you don't come out." Megan's mouth opened to protest but he shook her," You do not move for anything, I'll get you when it's over."

"But father-"

"Go,now!"

Megan's eyes widened and without another word she span and ran from the room. Lifting her dress up from around her ankles, taking the stairs as fast as she could. She ran for her room at full speed. Slamming it shut behind her. She ran for the bed and slid across pulling at the planks and sliding her body down into the dark and cramped space. She could hear her own terrified breathing but she fought to quieten down. It suddenly sprung into her head that she had not told her father she loved him... But she'd be able to say it when this was all over. That is what she prayed for in that cramped hole as she muffled sounds of crashing furniture and clanging metal reached her ears.

 

[Sean Renaud]

Captain James Ceasar was almost casually walking up the main boulevard of the city while his sailors cut a bloody swath through. Actually calling this location a city was a gross exaggeration of what the word meant, it was barely a hamlet. That was of course why he'd chosen it, it was relatively safe and the military almost never patrolled this far out.

A few of his men were already taking back supplies that would be needed to stock the ship. Barrels of fruits, fish and fresh water. Unfortunately a place this size didn't have much that was really worth stealing to sell when the returned to any of the ports that would have them but if there was anything it would be there.

He'd settled his gaze on the largest building in the village, what he assumed was the governor or whatever they had of authority here and marched in accompanied by an even dozen men. "Spread out men, you know the drill. Gold, jewelry anything that can be sold." He grinned looking around, it didn't look nearly as good on the inside as it had outside.

"Oh well." James mumbled as his men began violently tossing the furniture around.

James walked up the stairs and found a man standing in the doorway with a sword in hand. "Stop this." This was a man who was used to being listened to, having his commands followed and he hoped somehow that through sheer audacity he could control a pirate captain. Judging by his stance he wasn't entirely unfamiliar with how to use a sword. He might even have been formidable during his prime. James pulled his own sword.

"No. I'm feeling generous though, guide us to your treasures and I'll let you live."

Malcolm seemed to consider it for a moment. It wasn't until James' eyes settled on a door that caught his eye because it was closed. That was enough for Micheal to attack him.

James had been correct, the old man was talented with the blade. IF he hadn't hesitated earlier he very well might have killed him. His form was excellent, better than James to be honest but James was simply a bigger animal. More reach, a heavier blade and what he lacked in finesse he made up with reach and brutality and it wasn't long before Malcolm was disarmed and bleeding, he still might live if he got medical attention in time. . .which was entirely dependent on if his men had killed the doctor. James kicked the old man in the face splitting his lip and knocking him down but not out then opened the door.

"What? There's not even anything in here." He replied stepping back. "You made me kill you over some fucking bed sheets?" He stormed into the room Malcolm had come out of and that's when it hit him. Two bedrooms, one of them obviously a woman's and not a wife. "Oh, clever." He growled walking back out and over to the old man. "A daughter. And she's either already out the window and you were stalling for time and did an excellent job or she's in there somewhere. Now if it's the former I've already lost her but if it be the latter." He walked over to Malcolm. "Then we can still work out something." He pushed his sword against the old man's throat. "Call out to her. Tell her it's all over." He saw a few of his men coming up and he motioned for their silence.

 

[Blodeuwedd_24]

Malcolm had almost lost his nerve when he saw the man who obviously led these murdereres. But he held his ground. Sword held up in a defensive stance. Body crouched and ready. The man's offer was tempting. Perhaps if he gave him the few things he had left in this place he'd leave them be...

But the one treasure he truly held dear was hiding in her bedroom. And there was no way in hell he would allow him to have his daughter. Malcom glanced at her door quickly but paled as he realised his mistake when the other man's eyes swung that way, a smile forming on his lips. That gave Malcolm all the incentive he needed. Swinging his blade in an arc towards James. Grunting as their swords clashed. The man wasn't as skilled as him but Jesus was he strong. Years ago that might not have been a problem but now it caused his bones to scream in protest. Suddenly, the man's foot lashed out causing him to drop to the floor- his lip splitting open. The sword clanging to the floor a few feet away. As realisation dawned , Malcolm struggled to sit up. His back steaming in pain. He stopped as he felt the cold metal tip of a sword pressed to his throat, eyes narrowing at the man's words. "I would rather die pirate. So do the deed. SARAH, DO NOT COME OUT. USE YOUR PRESENT!"


Sarah was growing more anxious by the minute. The blood curdling cries of the invaders were chilling but not half as much as the cries of the men they slew and fought along the way. But then a cry came that chilled her to the bone. So not come out?! Her father's voice did not sound right. But even with that note to it, it still sounded authoritative to her ears. Her present?... Wait. Her birthday present! Sarah reached down, hand fumbling with her skirts and reached for the strap that circled her ankle and pulled out the dagger. Hand trembling as she thought of why her father would ask her to arm herself. Swallowing the lump that had entered her throat. Willing herself to stay quiet and not reply. Though she wanted to call out to him... Comfort him. Apologise for being a spoilt brat before...but silent she would remain.

 

[Sean Renaud]

"So she really is in there. Thought she might be." James reached down grabbing Malcolm roughly by the chin a bringing him up until they were face to face. "I don't know what her present is, I sincerly hope you have not killed your daughter by telling her to do something she will regret. If you were going to kill her to spare her a life on my ship it would have been a kindness if you'd just slit her throat or or ran her through, something where she would die quickly and painlessly."

After that James brutally headbutted the old man and slipped his hands down around his neck. He didn't kill him though, he just waited until he was out. "Take him to the ship, get him patched up. Keep him separate from the other slaves though and tell the men to set a course for Port Kar, they are always happy for a new batch of slaves."

The men looked at him strangely but did as he told them securing Malcolm's hands behind his back though a few remained behind.

"I know your in here now wench." He grabbed the bed and flipped it over, then moved to her armoire knocking that over as well the entire time listening carefully for where she might be hiding and eventually he heard a tiny gasp, that was all he needed. Once he knew where she was it was just a matter of stomping around until he found a place that sounded different.

"I'm going to give you one chance to come out on your own. I don't want to hurt you. . .much." The truth was he was concerned she might be armed and when whoever opened the compartment did they'd get a face full of blunderbuss, and that just didn't sound great.

 

[Blodeuwedd_24]

Malcolm grunted in pain as his chin was lifted roughly to face the captain's. His lip bleeding freely now. But his eyes remained fixed on the captains. But as the captain's words sunk in, Malcom's face paled. The man was right, he'd been stupid and reckless. And now he had endangered his daughter's life more by angering the Captain and giving him a reason to punish her if she managed to cut him. Shock knowing her daughter. Could be a possibility. Malcolm cried out in agony as pain exploded in his face as James's head sham shed into his face causing his nose to gush blood. Then he felt arms reach around and begin to squeeze he fought to the best of his ability but he felt the darkness seep in, his last thought before passing out wS of his daughter.

Sarah jumped at the sound of a rough voice. Eyes widening in fear and the grip on her dagger tightening. Footsteps sounded abover her and she prayed that he was stupid enough not to find her. The sound of the bed slammin into the floor made her jump but she managed to stop a whimper escaping. But the sound of the armoire crashing somewhere near her head made her gasp in terror. The barely veiled threat in his voice sent a shudder down her spine. And she felt the hand holding the dagger begin to tremble slightly. But no pirate was going to bully her. She simply crouched lower ready to spring out.

" I will not take orders from a lowlife such as you, pirate!" She yelled. Hoping somehow that by angering him he'd make rash decisions.nit always helped in battle if the opponent was not thinking clearly. And make no mistake, this was a battle. No man but her father held sway over her. And even then she would argue every step of the way. She could not understand the women she had come across that would pander to their men's every needs...that had never been, nor would ever be her.

 

[Sean Renaud]

Captain James sighed aware of the risk he was taking and also a bit annoyed at this point. Her father had been a fighter, the only reason he'd won that was pure brute strength and he'd obviously given his daughter something probably a weapon. It certainly didn't sound like she was committing suicide in there or anything.

Still he walked over to the trap door she was hiding beneath. "I suggest you think very hard about what you do next harlot." He reached down opening the trap door throwing it open and looking down hoping it wasn't a gun because there was little chance he'd be able to dodge at this range.

 

[Blodeuwedd_24]

Sarah's leg was beginning to cramp. This compartment wasn't built to hold someone for so long. And Sarah did not particularly love small spaces. She tensed as heard footsteps approach the trapdoor. And she grit her teeth in irritation at his name calling. Harlot?! She was far from being a harlot! She may be many things but that was not one of them!

then, she heard the trap door creak open. And without hesitation but with great fear she stung up, slashing at the first thing she came in contact with. Which from the level she was on would have to be his leg. She tried to then crawl up and out, her dress causing her escape to be clumsy, makinger her trip and sprawl onto her bedroom floor without much grace. Her red dress and petticoats tangled over her legs and her sea of black curls flung everywhere.

 

[Sean Renaud]

He'd been expecting a gun, the dagger and a girl willing to use it were a complete surprise. In his experience one of the truly beautiful things about guns was that they gave people a comfortable disconnect so he just couldn't quite move and she did catch him across the calf, not as deep as she could have but enough to draw blood and cursed.

Enough that if she'd stripped off her skirts down there and been able to run properly instead of tripping over her own garments in truly hilarious fashion she might have escaped. Him anyway he had enough men still in the building and on the small island that any freedom would probably be extremely short lived but not as short lived as it with her sprawled over the floor.

"Stupid fucking wench, just like you're fucking father. Idiot must run in the blood here." He intentionally gave her a moment to attempt to get back to her feet before kicking, well more accurately shoving her with his foot back down onto her face. It wouldn't hurt her so much as humiliate but he let her try a few more times before he finally brought his boot down on the small of her back and his sword between her shoulder blades. "If you weren't such a pretty little thing I'd run you though and be done." He pushed her hair aside with the sword. "Now you're going to want to hold still for this." He slowly started cutting down the back of her dress.

 

[Blodeuwedd_24]

Sarah seethed at his words. How dare he speak of her father in such a way? But then dread filled her. What did he mean? Had he killed her father? She knew him, knew he'd fight tooth and nail to protect her... But would that have footed him killed? Tears filled her eyes and she blinked them away. Now was not the time for weakness. It was time to fight for her survival. With that, she attempted to gather herself and get up off the floor. Only to cry out as a boot connected with her back. Sending her sprawling to the floor, her cheek scraping against the wooden floor. A blush of embarrassment and fury filled her face. But she was determined to fight back and she kept trying to get up until she felt his boot once more push her down. Cursing him under her breath before going utterly still at the unmistakable feel of a sword pressed between her shoulder blades. Sarah felt her body begin to tremble and she frowned at his words not understanding before she felt the dress begin to fall away.

"No!" Sarah could not move. She could do nothing but lie there humiliated as a long expanse of her creamy white skin came into view. Her whole body tensed. The need to cry was building. But she'd rather die than let him see her cry. He'd probably revel in it. The things she'd heard about pirates were truly terrifying and depraved. And this one was proving the case as she lay there immobile. Sarah had yet to see his face but she bet it was as ugly as the words that left his mouth. She did not want to be at the mercy and whims of some toothless, disgusting man. "You might as we'll run me through then pirate. Because if I get the chance I'll either kill you or myself. So I'd save myself the trouble and do it now." Sarah wished her voice didn't have a slight tremor to it or her words would have sounded much more impressive. But Sarah wasn't stupid. You'd have to be not to be afraid of a pirate.

 

[Sean Renaud]

Captain James was not an ugly man, unkempt and unruly sure but that was life on the sea for you. He had shoulder length black hair and the beginnings of a beard. He was a mountain of a man at that.

Once the laces of her dress were done being slit he slammed his blade into the floor just a few inches from her head and leaned down yanking the top of her dress down around her waist. It would be far enough to reveal her breasts but not far enough to free her arms. He hadn't brought any rope but that would be enough. It didn't need to really hold her so much as let her know she was helpless and slow her down a little.

"If you were going to use your gift on yourself we wouldn't even be having this conversation. You'd be dead, you're father would be dead, I'd burn this place down in spite instead of thinking I might come back here, or even leave some men to see if they'd like to try their hand at farming."

He grabbed her by the hair yanking her up onto her knees and quickly slappping her across the face then backhanding her. "I'm not certain yet what I'm going to do with you, your the first person to hurt me years." He motioned to his leg which was still bleeding.

 

[Blodeuwedd_24]

Sarah shrank away from the blade as it slammed into the wood, not far from her head. Eyes honing in on it. Eyes narrowing. I guess she could count the fact that he hadn't cut the whole dress off as a small mercy. She imagined those would be few now that she was this brute's mercy. And he didn't strike her as the merciful type. She cried out in protest as her dress was yanked down over her shoulders, trapping her arms and making her blush deeply as she realised her breasts had spilled free frome her dress.

Her ears only heard the bits she wanted to hear. Sarah's father was alive! The relief swept over her body. Forehead dropping to the floor in relief. This world wouldn't be worth living without him. Despite their arguments, she knew her father did everything for for her. To make sure she was safe and provided for. And when her mother had died when she was 12, he'd pushed his own grief aside to care for her. To be both parents even whilst his own heart lay in tatters.


Pain exploded in her scalp as she felt herself yanked up by her hair. She couldn't push at the hands that held her as her own hands were trapped behind her back. It was humiliating. Her breasts bared to him. Sarah cried out as a fresh wave of pain hit her with the back of his hand and she rocked on her knees with the impact. She slowly turned her head back to face him. Fury and fear warring with eachother. Sarah glanced at his leg, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Good. I pray I won't be the last."

 

[Sean Renaud]

James saw her relax, he wasn't going to play games with her, not too many anyway. Especially since the truth would do just fine. "You hope not to be the last." That earned her another quick slap. "You know most people would be a little more grateful than you seem to be right now. I mean your still intact, and your father may yet survive his wounds, well depends on how much of a fight he put up with the rest of my men."

Using her hair like a leash he pulled her to her feet bent at the waste and walked down stairs finding searching around until he could find a rope. He also found one of their horse crops. Once he round that he tied a knot around her throat, she'd probably have a bit of rope burn if she got too stubbotn but it wasn't a slip not, even if he hung her like this it would take minutes for her to die. Not that he had any intention of doing that just yet.

"Now march. Keep your head up and your tits out and maybe I won't tan your back." He boasted.

"I'm impressed though, a fiery little thing you are."

His pirates were still on the streets at this point but the battle was over, the men she could see were either dead or dying. But she'd live here all her life,many of them must have escaped into the jungles. The women didn't seem to have been as lucky. Some of them were being lead to the ship nude, some of them were already being. . .used. James shouted orders at them to stop the lollygagging and make sure everything of value had been taken.

The children were also gathered together but other than a few, more teens than children, they appeared to be largely unhurt. Certainly no worse than Sarah was.

"What should we do with the children?" A pirate asked running up to his captain, his eyes however kept hungrily passing over Sarah, she'd be able almost literally to feel them oozing over her.

 

[Blodeuwedd_24]

Sarah's head reeled back from the slap and she tasted copper in her mouth. She swallowed the small tinge of blood. Gritting her teeth to hold down the torrent of insults she wanted to throw. Her father had taught her that a it wasn't proper to swear. But she was sure he'd forgive her in this instance. Sarah's eyes widened at that. Her father had been wounded? Sara's eyes narrowed. Certain that this man had done the wounding. Her hands clenching and u clenching as she pushed down her rage...for now.

A hiss of pain seethed from her lips as she felt herself pulled unsteadily to her feet. Crying out as she was tugged forward. Having to match his long strides or suffer the painful burn in her scalp. Sarah blushed as she felt her breasts bounce with every step they took down the stairs. Eyes sweeping over the destruction of her home. From what she could see at her vantage point. Sarah struggled as much as she could as he slipped the rope around her neck, gasping as it circled her throat. At least the painful grip on her hair was gone, Sarah glanced at the crop in his hand and grimaced at the threat. Stiffening her spine and muttering for him to go to hell beneath her breath.

Sarah walked forward, dread quickly growing as she took in the corpses and the dying lining the streets. People shed grown up with. All slain. And for what? Tears glistened in her eyes. Her eyes flew to the women being led to the ship, some naked and crying. Others with the same grim determination she had on hers earlier. Sarah gasped as she saw a woman being taken savagely on the street. Eyes wide in horror. Heart going out to her. Eyes flicking angrily to the captain as he jokingly told them to stop it and get a move on. Uncaring of the scene in front of him it seemed.

Sarah felt herself tense at the question. Eyes flying to the small huddle of scared looking children. Looking them over for signs of harm. She glared at the pirate who'd asked the question and then at the captain. "If you harm them I will make it my goal to kill you and any other pirate I can."

 

[Sean Renaud]

"That's already your goal isn't it?" He chuckled looking over at the kids. "And I've tried leaving them alive in the past. They usually either grow up on my crew or or swearing revenge against the man who ruined their lives. Sometimes both." He shook his head.

"Give them a look over, we're light staffed on the Grendel, the rest make sure they have enough supplies to last until the men come out of hiding." He grabbed the man and whispered something to him that he nodded before walking back to join a group of the men.

James turned his attention back to Sarah bringing the crop down on her shoulders. "By the way it's bad form to threaten your captors, especially when we're being so generous. Have I given you to my men to use in the streets like a common harlot? I've even let you keep your modesty. And need I remind you, your father may yet live. Though I guess in the long term his survival depends," and he yanked the rope for emphasis here. "On you. Now march and I expect to see those udders bounce. Not many men have seen a noble woman before." He brought the crop down again but this time across her ass and he could tell just by her dress that she had a fair amount of fabric there, he probably couldn't seriously hurt her if he tried and he wasn't trying.

They continued their trek down to the dock and obviously the worst of the fighting had been down here and it hadn't all gone well for James and his crew. They'd won for certain though.

He had two ships being loaded with their their supplies. Many of them turned to acknowledge him as he lead her to his flagship, the Tiamet. "If you would like to say a few words for your old home now would be the time."

 

[Blodeuwedd_24]

Sarah simply glared in answer. Some would grow up as pirates? Disgust filled her. She would make it her duty as long as she was alive to make sure she reminded them of their parents and their morals. God knows the Pirates wouldn't be teaching them about morality. Her eyes widened in surprise as he mentioned leaving some behind with supplies. He'd let them live? Allow the men to come back and brew their revenge? He'd surprised her. Sarah didn't like that she didn't know what to expect with him. And she was even more uneasy at the fact that he wasn't some ugly, toothless man. The opposite seemed to be true... He was a big man, with the most striking eyes... But they were the eyes of a killer... A monster. He was ugly on the inside, that she could guess from how she'd been treated so far.

A help flew from her startled lips as he bought the crop down on her naked shoulder. It stung. But what had truly startled her was a strange stirring it had caused. Surely pain could not stir such feelings... Sarah shook her head to clear it. Sarah scoffed at his statement that he'd been kind! But it was cut short as he yanked the rope, cutting off her air briefly. Making her scowl in anger. She knew now that he would constantly be dangling the threat of her father's life before her. But even then, she couldn't help the words that sarcastically slicked past her lips, "oh gosh, you're right! I should be thanking you for not giving me to your men! And there I was thinking I should hate you for wounding my father, beating me and leasing me like a dog and slaughtering most of the people I grew up with. I've obviously got the situation twisted."

Sarah stumbled after him. Wanting to cuss him out. Just the thought of running him through with his own blade filled her with hope. She grimaced as they stepped over corpses on their trek to his ship. Eyes widening as she took it in. It was huge. No wonder he could take so many captives , she thought grimly.

Sarah followed him reluctantly up the gangway and into the ship. Staring out at her village in ruins. Her voice laced with sadness. "The words I would say for those slain today will be saved for when I'm alone. As for my home, you have made it unrecognisable. "

 

[Sean Renaud]

"I didn't burn it or the fields. Granted that's so I can come back in a few years but your home is undamaged. The cowards who survived will return and bury their dead. Mine will be fed to the animals." He replied with a bit of regret, he would have stayed to bury them but he didn't have the luxury of doing that during a raid.

"As for your gratitude, you're right you should be thanking me. I wounded your father, I may have killed him. I honestly don't know." Though he was fairly certain while the old man would likely hate him for as long as he lived he would most likely survive. However that wasn't what he wanted her thinking. "I didn't remove his head from his shoulders." He dragged her the rest of the way onto the ship and handed the rope off to a man. "Lash her to the mast for now."

"Aye captain!" The man yanked her rope leering at her, all the men did, a few of then even reached out taking a quick feel of her arms or belly, one even bold enough to graze her breasts before returning to his job. Then she was tied, well the rope was wrapped around her arms and middle twice and tied in place which should be more than enough to keep anybody unarmed from escaping.

James turned back, the men had brought along six of the oldest boys and James looked them over, saw the angry fire in their eyes. "They'll do. Take them to the Grendel then finish loading the goods. We need to be out before the tide traps us. "Aye."

James and the other pirates went about finishing their tasks only occasionally doing more than wandering over to Sarah, it was nearing nightfall and starting to get chilly as it did on the seas, it would be nearly freezing overnight, when Captain James finally walked over to her taking the riding crop and running it over her breasts.

"I'll give you the chance now to offer to warm my bed but I know what you'd say. So I'll check on you in a few hours."

 

[Blodeuwedd_24]

Sarah almost rolled her eyes but stopped herself. She was not that stupid. This man genuinely seemed to think she should be thanking him for destroying the happy life she had here. And she could not hate the cowards. For they would be the ones who would now take care of the children. And for that, she was greatful. Sarah shrugged for his men. It was no better than they deserved for killing innocent people.

Sarah ground her teeth as he once again reminded her that her father still lived. As long as his wound did not prove fatal. Her eyes shut and she shuddered at the thought. "I would not be surprised if you simply kept him alive as another way of torturing me." Sarah hated the tremor in her voice. Swallowing it down. Weakness was not something she should be showing this man. So, she stiffened her spine. Eyes flashing with indignity as she realised she'd be tied to the mast. Trying to jerk away as the men on the ship reached out and touched her. Grimacing at the dirt on their fingers. Glaring at the man who managed to graze her breasts. Sarah struggled as the ropes were looped around her body but it was to no avail. They held her fast.

So , all she could do was stand there and watch as men went about their duties. An ache building in her body where the rope cut into her skin. It got worse as the night began to creep in. The cold seeping into her bones, her nipples hardening in the cold air and her body beginning to shiver. But she forced herself to try and be as still as possibly as the captain sauntered over to her. Flinching as he ran the crop between her breasts and scoffing at his words.

"Burn in hell." She spat.

 

[Sean Renaud]

"I assure you I did not spare your father for the sole purpose of torturing you. That's just a happy bonus to be honest. I imagine you'll be a lot less unruly when you face the possibility of him being fed to the sharks if you get too out of hand." He grabbed her chin pushing her head to one side and licking her cheek. "But that is not the only reason."

James smiled at her comment for him to burn in Hell. "I knew you'd say that." They set sail and one by one all but the most necessary men retreated below decks to places where it was warmer.

James let her alone for several hours before coming back out to check on her again. "So are we going to freeze to death or are you ready to warm my bed with these nice fat udders?"

 

[Blodeuwedd_24]

Sarah's eyes flashed with fury as he mocked her. Simply glaring at him, letting all the hatred and anger shine in her eyes. She knew he'd use her father as a way of controlling her. "If you have to use tactics and beatings to control a woman it says a lot about you. She gasped as his tongue traced a path along her cheek. Disgusted and... And what? The only thing she should be deleting is disgust. But there was the niggling again in her belly and lower still...

Sarah simply turned her head away and refused to let him see that she was scared to be alone. And only when most of the deck was deserted did she let the tears fall. She cried for the men slain, the children who would become brutes like these men and for those who'd lost parents and she cried for her father. Needing him now more than she ever had. But she refused to cry for herself. And as the hours ticked by and her body shuddered with cold did she realise that she'd have to save herself- she'd have to swallow her pride and asked to be taken to his cabin where at least she hoped, it would be warmer than this. That is...if he returned.


Sarah's head snapped up at the sound of his boots along the planks. Visibly cringing at the way he described her body. She grit her teeth, considering letting the cold take her ratuer than this brute. But she swallowed it down.

Teeth chattering with cold. "P-please...I'm so ...cold...please let me come ...to your cabin. I b-beg you." She couldn't look at him, she felt so angry...so humiliated.

 

[Sean Renaud]

James stood there considering her for a moment. He thought about pushing her farther but decided against it. He'd seen women like her before, had women like her before. And he knew that however breifly it had been she had considered at some point just letting the cold claim her. He didn't think it would but that wasn't the point. If he did too much too fast they went catatonic. Or they found away out. So he untied her and grabbed the leash yanking her along.

"I cannot wait until I'm able to warm those fantastic tits with my hands." He growled at her leading her to the captains quarters.

The captains quarters were quite lavish filled with expensive things from around the world. It was cramped compared to her manor back at home, the realities of a ship meant everything was like that but it could have been much worse all things considered. He pushed her onto the bed wrapping the rope around one of the bed posts and securing it.

"Take off your dress and then we are going to negotiate for the night on where you will be sleeping and how."

 

[Blodeuwedd_24]

Sarah wondered if he'd changed his mind when he didn't instantly untie her. Maybe he wanted her sobbing and freezing cold at his feet, tears streaming down her face. That was not her. It wasn't in her nature. She'd rather die than be that girl. But if she could choose her battles-she would. He finally reached around and untied the rope quickly. He was obviously a dab hand with tying people up. Which didn't help her any.

Sarah staggered forward as he yanked her along, groaning as the blood started rushing back to her arms. Stumbling after him. Grinding her teeth at his disgusting comments. Eyes scanning his quarters for weapons... Anything sharp that she could use at a later date.

Sarah stumbled , falling onto the bed at his push. About to try and scramble back up but being yanked back by the rope around her neck. She was secured to the post like some mutt. And she glared up at him, seething. But the warmth was slowly curling around her..;soothing her chill. And with fire in her eyes , she pulled at the half torn dress and petticoat beneath. Dragging it from her body. Always aware of the rope at her neck as it chafed her skin. An embarrassed flush coloured her skin but she lifted her chin stubbornly. Unwilling to be ashamed of her body.


"Must I be tied to everything aboard this ship? I am no mutt." Tilting her head as if studying him. "You must be afraid that I'll do you more harm. Which reminds me- how is your leg?" Sarah couldn't help it. She knew it was stupid to taunt him. But she had so much rage and it was fuelled by terror.

 

[Sean Renaud]

Captain James tilted his head walking over to examine. He didn't ask her to turn, that would be a bit much, besides he found that women hated being circled even more. Especially haughty bitches like her. She either genuiinely wasn't afraid or was doing her best to fake it. HE guessed ti was the latter, either way she wouldn't react to him circling her. it would be a matter of her pride being on the line. So he did that before pulling up a chair finally and sitting.

"Good bitch, you can behave as well as a decently trained mutt." His eyes flashed angrily at the thought of his thigh. It wasn't even that bad, the kind of thing where really infection setting in was the only real threat to his life and only if he failed to keep it clean.

"Afraid? No. But do not mistake modicum of caution for fear." He could see her looking around the room, there were plenty of things that could be used as weapons especially by a cunning mind. And of course actual weapons. A bandolier of pistols, and his sword were in the room. Well outside the reach of the rope of course. Within reach of her she might be able to reach one of the pokers for the fireplace if she had time to really stretch. "You could have hung yourself, or leapt into the sea and drown, or simply gotten unbelievably lucky."

There was also the fact that he didn't know how skilled she was or wasn't, but James new her father was quite talented with the blade and the way she'd lunged was clumsy because she was dressed as a woman. That and the look in her eyes.

"Now you are going to be tied up when you sleep tonight, that is not negotiable. What is is you are tied like a hog awaiting the slaughter and left on the floor or if you just get your hands tied to the head of my bed while I enjoy your udders."

 

[Blodeuwedd_24]

Sarah's whole body went rigid as he slowly circled her. The sound of his boots hitting the floor sending a ice cold sliver of fear down her spine. She closed her eyes, trying to compose herself. To pull herself together. But that was hard to do with a big bulk of a man circling her and a dangerous one at that. Sarah watched as he pulled a chair over and sat in front of her. Feeling her breathing hitch as the fear threatened to spill over.

Sarah's own eyes flashed with fury at his 'praise.' Eyes locking with his. "I have yet to let go of my breeding and call you ugly names pirate but you're testing my limits." Sarah's eyes flickered over the various possibilities in the room. The man was almost reckless in the way he left such weapons lying around. But I suppose he thought her to be dumb. She would too if she'd have witnessed her clumsy attempt at harming him earlier. But she'd been panicking. And the best moves were never made when panicking. The thought of ramming a hot poker up where the sun doesn't shine made her smirk as she stared at him.

Sarah's eyebrows flew up at the choices. Not that they were choices really. Not hers at least. The bastard was intent on humiliating her. And he knew by now that she loathes the names he used for her and the way he described her breasts. "Neither appeal really, but the bed is the lesser of the two evils. Though I doubt I'll have a say in it."

 

[Sean Renaud]

Sarah was a smart girl, terrified but smart. It was a good thing she'd lead such a sheltered life that she wasn't very clever. He could almost literally see the gears turning in her head trying to figure out what she could get too and how fast. He'd have to make a note to lock most of that up in the morning and regardless leave her with a short leash in any case.

"The bed is what you want?" He smiled at her. "I would have thought a proud bitch like you would have chosen the floor." Of course that would have been incredibly painful, she likely wouldn't have gotten any sleep at all and if she had she'd wake up incredibly sore, but with her dignity at least partially intact. "Fine." He made a point of putting his sword and pistols at the far end of the room as well as putting away a few of the easier to wield weapons like his letter opener.

"In the bed you go." He said almost playfully. Then he started stripping off his coat hanging it over his sword and bandolier. Not great if they came under attack in a hurry, ideal if you had a girl of unknown skill who might want them with a quickness." Off came his boots, then his pants and shirt leaving him just in a pair of shorts when he apporached the bed. "Now you behave, I can change my mind, hands over your head, grab here. " He motioned towards the middle on either side of a thick bar, he probably wouldn't be able to break it, she certainly wouldn't.

 

[Blodeuwedd_24]

Sarah nodded at his question, apprehension growing at his smile. It wasn't a comforting one. Seemed to be mocking her more than anything. Sarah tensed as he once again called her bitch. Watching every single thing he did and more to the point watching where he put everything. "I have a name pirate scum and it's not bitch." Her chin just ting out defiantly. Although one could only look so brave when they were naked with a noose around their neck and not a weapon at hand. He'd made her doubt her decision and she hated him for that. In her every day life , she made well thought out desicions. But this situation was making her do and say things she never would. It was making her doubt her own character or more like he was trying to make her doubt herself.

She let out a heavy sigh and reluctantly climbed beneath the cover. The rope chafing at her neck , making her scowl. She wanted to wrap it around his smug neck but knew that was an unlikely scenario. So, she simply glared daggers at him. Sarah felt the urge to look away as he began to undress, and she finally had to as she saw him go to remove his shirt and pants. But she felt her eyes drawn back to him. Eyes widening at his chest. She'd never seen a man undressed before but she couldn't imagine they had the physique of this man. It was clear he wasn't a lazy captain just from the muscle on his body. Sarah realised she was gawping and blushed furiously. Angry at herself for admiring the body of the man who held her captive.

Sarah considered the command, not obeying it at once. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. She bit her lip, feeling the fear threaten to envelop her once more. " Must I be tied up?! It seems ridiculous, I'm not going to be able to snap the neck of a man such as yourself, I wouldn't be able to!" Although she'd give it a damn good try, she thought.