Hawkes of the Sea: a pirate fantasy

[Inkubus]

Captain Carlos de la Vega

I make my way through the jungle as fast as my wounded leg will allow. Twice I am almost spotted by sentries out wandering. I am lucky that there best have not been sent for surely I would have been captured. As long as they keep sending lackeys I should make it there safely. I come to a clearing around a stream and off in the distance I see the camp of the pirates. If I make good time I could make it by night fall. I subconciously reach for the cross that is no longer there. I sigh as I realize that to save her I must doom myself. I lower her to the clearing and check her bandages and clean them in the stream. I try to get her to drink. will she regain conciousnes? "Querida, toma por favor, necesitas a vivr. te llevo para sus amigos," I sigh "please live"

 

[BadForm]

Monique Papin: Only The Will Of Oya

A delirious wakefulness fills me as the water touches me lips. I am barely aware of my surroundings, hardly even of my own body, except the pain. Yet I am sure of one thing: de la Vega and I must approach the town together. If he is seen dragging me into camp, my mates will assume he attacked me. The idea that this is a ridiculous notion, since he is returning to our home with me, will cross far less minds than the sight of my bleeding form. I turn to where I can see his shape in the haze of my vision.

"Vite, mon chere. We must go!" And, despite his protests, I force myself upright.

With his help, my numbed legs carry me forward. We stagger onward and down the hill before the town. I allow him to lead, as I stagger along with my arm about his shoulders. The world spins and bucks at every pace. Yet, after what feels like an eternity we are near. I hear the shout of one of my mates. "Monique!"

Now is the time de la Vega needs me. I shout my commands as loud as possible. "Il est avec moi! He is mine! Ne le blessez pas! Do...Do not hurt him. Le docteur! We need le docteur! Maintenant! Now!"

And as the dread clouds of unconsciousness envelope me once more I know it is only the will of Oya that let me awaken for so long.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Amanda Lancaster

I take the piece of paper from his hand, a hand that was a bit clammy from the emotional upheaval. I believe I already know the basic content of the letter but I need to read it. Slowly I scan each word. It was written by Richard, that I am sure of.

"I must confess, Captain, that deep inside of me I knew what the letter contained. Richard was never a very kind man but I was promised to him by my father. I am confident that Father knew not his true intentions." I recognize the surprise on his face, shocked that I was not throwing a tantrum, I imagine. "It is no use dwelling on that which we cannot change. Besides there much more pressing matters that need attending, namely the release of your sister."

I look deeply into his eyes. I feel sorrow for him but not pity. I feel gratitude, but not servitude. I pray that he will not betray me as the others have.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke

I am surprised at the calm way the Lady Amanda reacts to the contents of the letter. I do suspect I may have misjudged her...or else something has occurred that has helped her find hidden strengths. I know not, but nod thoughtfully.

"What you may not know, Lady Lancaster, is that this selfsame Richard was once betrothed to my sister. His father, the Admiral," I nearly spit out the man's title, "was responsible for much grief to my family and myself. And as for Richard himself...," I take a deep breath remembering the fateful night of my sister's wedding.

"Know this, though. As he has proven false to you, I do vow when circumstances here are resolved, I will do all within my power to see you safely returned, and this man foiled in his schemes."

Even in the midst of my concern for Elizabeth, which grows with the moment, I am very aware of what a strinking woman she is, very unlike those fragile butterflies who seem to think that mere lineage and wealth make them better than others. I am about to say more, when a shout draws my attention.

Members of the crew approach bearing a litter. I stride over to it to see Monique, who has been gravely injured and is in a fever from her wounds. I direct the men to take her inside the Hall, to the infirmry and send for the island's physician.

I am about to follow, when I notice a tattered figure standing near at hand...De La Vega. My hand flashes to the hilt of my sword, but I refrain from drawing it as I eye him closely.

"Well, Spaniard," I say with a low growl. "What is the meaning of this?"

 

[BadForm]

OOC: Just needed to insert a quick reminder OOC for anyone involved - at this point Monique is naked (stripped all but shirt to escape waters, shirt was torn off in passion), can't remember if Carlos is wearing anything, certainly his shirt was torn up for bandages...

 

[Inkubus]

Carlos

I grin as I see the captain reach for his weapon. I do not raise my hands I just stay near Monique. "Very good Mon Capitan, slay a crippled half naked man who brought back the finest woman you will ever know. If you desire sport so much then strike me down after I have seen to her recovery." I take a jacket off a confused guard and cover monique whispering to her in french.Afeterwards I turn and look the Captain in the eyes . "I will not lie to you Capitan I am a man of honor and I will not play your friend if I mean to stab you in the back. If I come for you I will come to your face and I will fight on even ground I am Carlos de la Vega and my ancestors would disown me if I lied against there name. I am hear only to see to her life, If you fear my escape than chain me now. For If I breathe I will be free, and if she dies I will no longer breathe."

 

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke

de la Vega's words surprise me. Two guards who, at his insulting tone, began to move towards him, I wave back. They look at me with puzzlement, but of course, do as I wish and do not approach him.

I lift my hand from the hilt of my sword and regard this Spaniard with narrowed eyes. His devotion to Monique is a mystery to me, for I see not the cloudiness in his eyes that might speak of bewitchment. Rather they are clear and fierce as the wolf defending his mate despite his own evident physical exhaustion and injuries.

"I only slay unarmed those dogs who have shown they deserve no such consideration. By risking your freedom and very life to bring Monique back to us, you have proven to have more worth than that."

I struggle with what I decide I must do, for in truth, it may be as foolhardy as holding a viper to my throat.

"You wish to stay with her, to see she is cared for, so be it. You have earned that right, as well as having care provided you as well. I but ask that you vow parole that you will not take up arms until such time as she is out of danger and your own injuries attended to. And we have had opportunity to speak more on this matter and your future, ift be with us or against us. And even if you do decide only enmity can there be between us, after we have spoken, you will be allowed to depart this camp in peace and provisioned, none to do you harm until such time as you return with naked steel.

"Know this," I say raising my voice so all can hear, "you are now an honored guest here, and if you will agree to my terms, you will have the freedom of our camp, and will be given that respect and consideration as such a one deserves. What say you?"

 

[Inkubus]

Carlos

I was prepared for everything from laughter to death. This...was quite unexpected. "I vow to take no action save to see to Monique's health until such time as she can see to her own. If we must come to blows then it will be on equal ground and with fair warning...I am bound by my word..but as to my freedom, I agree we must talk ..because I do not lie, I admit that I will not accept my freedom lest I forsake others who are hear against there will. Those who choose to stay wih you are welcome to stay , but those who are forced into slavery I can not pretend to abide by that.You seem to have your code of honor, this confuses me, but I will give my word by it if it will allow us to see to her condition.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke

I nod. This man is not much like many of the other Spanish nobility I have encountered, those foppish grandees obsessed with wrenching wealth from weaker peoples whilst kissing the pimply arse of their Church.

Taking my prized Florentine, the fighting dagger with the ornate hilt that is a third again the length of a sword, I offer it to him hilt first in the Castillian custom of accepting parole. Any who see this on his person will know he has my contenance for so long as his parole shall last.

"I am gratified you have accepted these terms, for I see by your condition, you likewise need medical attention."

I turn to the physician who has arrived and is already fussing over Monique. "Treat him as well as you would her," I tell the man who nods, then comes close to me.

"Sir, I do fear for her life, for the wounds are greivous. I think, perhaps additional assistance might be of help."

"Certainly," I reply. I turn to de la Vega. "Sir, please accompany the physician to the infirmary and allow him to treat you as he does Monique," I look him straight in the eye, man to man.

"There will be one who will show up later whom you might find...odd. Trust me, and him. For he has knowledge of healing that transcends much of what we call 'modern'. And know, I would not endanger Monique, for she is one of few whom I would ever term friend."

"Go now," I order the guards. They take up the pallet with Monique and follow the physician. One of my crew comes forward with a sturdy staff he has cut off his own initiative and offers it to de la Vega, who looks surprised at this courtesy, then follows.

I nod to the lad who cut the staff. "Well done, Roderick." He beams.

I turn then to the Lady Amanda. "Lady, I would have you come with me to the meeting hall, but first there is a stop I must make at my quarters. Would you care to accompany me?"

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Amanda Lancaster

The words spoken between Jeremiah and the Spaniard confuses me. I still know not whether to trust the very Captain whose sister captured me and ordered me bound. After all, he is still a man, and in my limited experience men betray women every chance they are offered.

My mind wanders thinking that maybe the Captain is being chivaralous merely to obtain the vengance he seeks against Richard. I decide to further investigate his true intentions.

"I would welcome the chance to see your quarters, Sir," I reply to his query while I gaze into his eyes; eyes that are the most captivating I had ever witnessed. Aye, Antonio had stirred feelings inside of me that I had not realized I possessed. "When your thoughts are not as preoccupied I wish that you tell me more about my former betrothed, Richard."

 

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke

I look into the Lady Amanda's eyes. "I am not so preoccupied, Lady Amanda, as to fail to realize that indeed Richard may somehow be involved in this. The enmity I and Elizabeth bear him is perhaps no greater than that which he bears us.

"Even if he be not involved in this current trouble, I am uneasy over his letter." I take a deep breath, ere voicing my concern.

"I do not wish to cause you more concern, but Richard as I have known him, never relies upon one course, but is known to back his plots with other plots. I do fear, m'lady, that he may intend more than your being kept here, but perhaps has in mind a more...permanent resolution."

As awareness dawns in Amanda's eyes, for hers is a sharp wit, I nod. "Aye, there may be an assassin's blade marked for you among us that I know not of. If this be the case, I feel your safety is more assured with me close at hand."

I hold out my hand to her. "Please, trust me."

She hesitantly gives me her hand and I draw it with me to a squatting position before the great half wolf, half hound Heacles. If she knows fear, she hides it well as I hold her hand in mine and extend them both towards the dog. He sniffs both, lightly licks as if tasting.

I speak a single word. "Protect."

Rising, I look at Amanda again. "There are only three people whom Heracles will defend to the death. My sister Elizabeth, myself, and now you." I grin wolfishly, "and I can tell you from past experience that all who have thought this beast not much of a challenge when they have sought harm to me or my sister in his presence are no longer a threat to anyone."

We walk the short distance to my quarters. It is only when I come to the door, I realize I still hold Amanda's hand. My motives are a mystery even to myself, yet I have learned that instinct oft prevails where reason stands confused.

Opening the door, I cross to the windows and throw open the curtains. The room is well appointed with various works of art acquired over the years, and shelves of books ranging from popular romances to philosophy, religious works to the sciences, plays, essays, poetry, classical erotica, an eclectic assortment of various branches of knowledge and thought with which I have occupied myself. Chests of cedar, oak, and ebony wood neatly hold clothing, weapons, items of great import to me. A small table and accompanying chairs occupy one corner. A large and sturdy four poster bed, sturdy occupies another. the room is spotlessly clean, for such I would have it. Off to one side I have even installed a room for privacy in bathing and taking care of the bodies needs based upon my own designs derived from study of ancient Roman texts.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Amanda Lancaster

I was touched by his concern for my safety. Slowly, I was starting to trust this man I had once despised. When he told me that his wolf would protect me, I was overcome with emotions that were new to me. None but my father had feared for my safety and well-being. The air in the room became thick and I feared that I would not be able to breathe. I wished that I could tell him about his dear sister.

"There are so many things I long to tell you, Jer....Sir," I caught myself before I could use such familiarity. A Lady would not be inclined to call a man by his first name. I must remember at least a porion of my breeding. "I hope that one day you will understand why I cannot...."

I looked nervously about the room to avert my eyes from this man. I worried that he would see all of my secrets in my gaze. His world was filled with such cultural belongings. This shocked me and yet somehow I knew that there was much more than the beast with who I had first became acquainted.

"Are you a student of the philosophies? I am quite learned in the studies of Plato, Aristotle and Socrates. Along, in my opinion, Plato was the wisest of the three." I tried to make some small talk to hide my anxiousness from his nearness. With his hand in mine, I could actually hear my own heart beating. I hoped that he could not hear it as well.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke

"Aye, I know there is knowledge you withhold from me, Lady Amanda," I say, glad for an opportunity to clear some of the air between us. "Yet, I cannot begrudge you that, for I do sense it is a matter of honor.

"Does that surprise you, lady, that I do believe women can also be concerned with honor as well as virtue? I know in this day and time such is not a popular thought, that it is felt honor solely the province of men, something no woman can understand."

I gesture about me at the books. "Aye, I have read these and more. The ancients, I have oft found, did possess wisdom it is sad to say seems lost in this time of artificial ranks and classes, when manners are deemed of more importance than honesty, appearance valued over substance."

"You speak of Plato, and surely, he is most learned, and his mind one which encompassed great questions.

"Yet, it is Socrates to whom I return again and again. It is in his way of teaching by question, of seeking not so much some rigid truth but understanding of what is, why we think the way we do, that I find great appeal. For there is also knowledge and wisdom I have been privilieged to have show to me that has never been writ down on parchment, but resides in hearts too many deem savage and untutored."

Aye, I think to myself, would I enjoy discussion with this woman whose mind has engaged the great thinkers. Yet, with no little reluctance, I realize I must delay such delights.

"If you will excuse me but a moment..."

I open a narrow door which leads out into a small garden I have enjoyed working over the years, most recently in my limited understanding of knowledge gleaned from the distant Orient. It is a place of few plants, much sand and stone carefully arrayed, and possessed of only a handful of flowers, whose very sparseness seems, to my mind, to make them all the more beautifful.

In the midst of this garden, though, is something that only I know the meaning of. A great hollowed log, brought from a distant land. I kneel before it, drawing a deep breath, remembering...

My hands move as of their own accord, as if the memory resides in them and not my mind. I beat upon the log with no more than my hands, a complicated tatoo whose rhythm grows faster, slower, changes tempo abruptly. A quarter of an hour passes before, drenched in sweat, I sit back and close my eyes.

Faintly, in the distance it begins, as if an echo...but the message is very different from mine. I smile, for I knew even before I sent the message, what the answer would be.

 

[sojournerwolf]

some narrative for the benefit of Monique and Carlos

In the infirmary, the physician works against time to staunch Monique's wounds while his most trusted assistant takes charge of Carlos. The injuries to Monique are grave, and fever has set in. Though he is a learned man, the physician despairs of her life. Once a captive of the Hawke's, he is now a loyal supporter, for the Hawkes did not force him to serve, but recognizing his calling, offered him freedom to choose staying or going where he would with their blessing.

The physician has seen many things while on the island, things his colleagues would scoff at, things he, too, once would have derided, but no more. His fervent prayer is that he will again witness some such miracle in saving the life of this woman whom Jeremiah and Elizabeth hold in great esteem.

The assistant likewise knows frustration, for Carlos' leg already knows infection. In another time, the only remedy would have been immediate amputation to save the man's life. Yet, looking at the proud Spaniard, the assistant hesitates to voice his prognosis.

Then, silent as mist, enters a man. Small, wizened, his face lined with the runes of great age, he is dark as the night itself. He moves without a word to look at Monique. The physician stands aside with respect bordering on reverential awe.

The old man nods and mutters to himself. He then goes to Carlos and looks him straight in the eye while his hands take hold of the Spaniard's leg, feeling, probing.

Turning abruptly, the old man gestures for water and fire. From a pouch about his neck, he begins removing strange looking roots and plants, powders and liquids of odd colors. He works rapidly, far more rapidly than one would think he could from his age.

He first mixes a poultice which he gives to the assistant to apply to Carlos' leg. Then, he begins stirring together ingredients for yet other kinds of poultices, and a liquid which is dark in color, oily. The old man gestures to the physician who moves to help with all the alacrity of a devoted disciple. As the physician coaxes Monique to drink the elixir, the old man applies different poultices to different areas of Monique's body, whispering in a language not even his own people would understand.

Then, the old man goes to Carlos and takes him by the hand. He leads the Spaniard to Monique and gestures for him to lay by her side. He takes their hands and folds them together, fingers interlaced, palm to palm, lifeline to lifeline, heart line to heart line.

The old man then sits crosslegged on the ground and takes from his pouch an ancient, worn talisman. Holding this, he begins to chant in that same strange language as before. His body sways in a rhythm only he can understand as great beads of sweat break upon his brow, stream down his face and body.

The air seems to become charged with electricity. The physician and his assistants can only watch in awe as before their very eyes, miracles seem to be taking place...

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Amanda Lancaster

I am somewhat startled by Jeremiah's abrupt departure. I watch as he opens the french doors to a most unusual garden. I have a lovely garden outside of my own chambers in England. I open the door oft to drink in the aroma of the hybrid roses and delicate lillies. I do not recognize the breeding of these sparse flowers in his garden. I am intrigued by the sight. I am even more puzzled by the Captain's ritual with the log. He beats on it as if no one else is around or watching. I wonder what kind of bizarre rite he is performing. I assume that it pertains to his sister's kidnapping.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke

Satisfied my message has been received, I rise from behind the log and turn to see Amanda watching me with a puzzled look on her face.

I know there is not time to explain in detail to her what has transpired, I merely say, "There are those far afield with whom I can communicate in this manner, far more quickly than sending messengers."

She has her secrets, which I respect. I, likewise must judge what is prudent to tell her at this point.

I notice my shirt is damp with the exertions of the morning.

"M'lady, I would ask your indulgence for the moment. I must needs change and refresh myself ere being about the business of this day. While we do so, if you wish, we may continue our discussion of Richard."

I ring for a guard.

"Meanwhile, I would like to offer you some much belated hospitality. I oft take a cup of tea at this time of day or cocoa. Ah," I say seeing Lady Amanda's surprise. "Yes, I know this rather delightful brew has become fashionable of late in London. We've been trading for some time with friends in the Americas who supply us with the ingredients."

I see no need to mention that what we trade with those peoples there are weapons to combat the Spanish invaders.

"Would you care for either of those, or mayhap something else? I daresay you've not had opportunity to dine this morning."

the guard arrives to take my request to the kitchens as Lady Amanda mulls over my offer.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Amanda Lancaster

As he finishes his ritual, he somewhat explains the meaning of it to me. I am still confused but I respect his privacy. The perspiration on his shirt causes it to cling to his sinewy body. I cannot help but glance at his lithe form. I have learned many new things about this man and I wish to learn much, much more.

I barely understand the words he speaks as I am savoring his image. I try focusing my thoughts on his words. He is saying something about tea or cocoa. I look at him puzzled by the mention of the decadent refreshment.

"Sir, at every turn, ye do amaze me. I had not figured you for one who would indulge himself so. Cocoa has become one of my favorite drinks. Father had some brought in from the New World a few months ago. I must confess that I have grown quite fond of it. I would relish the idea of partaking in a cup with you, kind sir."

I watch him as he removes his shirt. I think that he is surprised when he catches me perusing his figure. I am quite sure that he thought I would turn away from embarrassment. Actually, being a lady of fine lineage, I should have, but the temptation was too delicious to resist.

 

[wildxfire]

My passion for my sweet Maria is great, made so by my absence from her arms and the thrill of the battle, yet to come.

“Come my sweet wild flower” I whisper to her, my voice deep from desire “We have little time, let us use it wisely, for each others pleasure”

Drawing her to me I press my lips against hers, letting my hands roam her feminine curves, hearing her throaty moans in reply.

Gently pushing her against the base of huge palm tree, I raise her scarlet dress above her, revealing her shapely figure to me. Lowering my head to her ample breasts I kiss each gently, letting my lips with their touch, tell her of my feelings for her.

”Let me give you pleasure, my love” I ask of her, as I remove the last of her undergarments, so binding and restrictive to her luscious body. I draw her nipple between my lips, letting my tongue tease it, hearing her moan of approval, before trailing kisses slowly lower. I cup her firm cheeks in my hands as I lower myself to my knees, pressing my lips against her sweet, moist mound.

With a gentle hiss Maria responds to me, spreading herself before me, as I explore her cleft gently with my tongue. With each slow stroke I taste her sweet juices, an aphrodisiac to my already over loaded system, enduring me to probe deeper and deeper into her hidden fruits. I feel her hands press gently on my head, as I discover the small pleasure button within her, and begin to concentrate on it, wishing to bring her to her climax. My lips join the assault on her, sucking gently on her small nub, tasting her, as I hear her breath quicken, coming in short gasps. I press myself deeper into her, sure now that I have found the way to please her body, and release her pent up pressures.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke

I tell the guard to bring cocoa, fruit and bread from the kitchen. He departs. Turning to the Lady Amanda, I am once again very aware of her beauty, her hair flowing to her waist in a thick, rolling wave. She possesses that beauty of Saxon forebears which is so rare among the upper classes. Her body is lush with promise, proud breasts rising above a well trimmed waist, which likewise flares into generous hips and taut, well formed buttocks. Despite my current state of mind, I find stirring within me desire to take her in my arms, feel her body pressed to mine as lips and tongues their intimate waltz do step towards a more complete exploration.

Yet, even as I feel these things, I know them to be more than a moment's passing lust. Looking into those clear eyes the color of a perfect midmorning sky above the Caribbean, I see strength, character, a nobility quite apart from the artificial rankings based upon lineage. Aye, and a passion that runs deep and strong as the great currents beneath a seeming serenity of ocean calm.


Aware I am staring, and being studied in turn, I gesture to the doorway of my private loo. "In there, Lady Amanda, is facilitities for taking care of personal needs. Ere I partake of their near sybaritic lavishments, I would offer to you the opportunity to make use of them for whatever needs you might have at the moment."

I cross to the chifferobe wherin I store apparel made of more delicate cloth than what I wear when about the affairs of the day. Taking a silken robe acquired from a Chinese merchant, I lay it upon the bed. It is a shade of deep vine green, cunningly interwoven with delicate blooms.

"I fear I keep not much in the way of women's attire among my wardrobe. However, you are free to use this while about your abulitions, if you wish."

Turning back to the chests where i deep more of my day to day wear, quite without thinking, I remove my shirt. It's damp cloth drags against the network of scars upon my back. Years of hard labor and daily exercise with sword has allowed my flesh to remain supple so they do not trouble me over much.

Tossing the shirt aside, I catch sight of Amanda's eyes in a mirror watching me. There is a boldness in her gaze many men of her station would find disconcerting. Yet I, who have come to appreciate that a woman's passions may run as strong as any man's, find her study pleasing. And arousing as becomes evident in the quickening of my loins, a growing tightness in my chest, belly and groin.

I cannot read her expression at the sight of my sun browned flesh with its white tracing of old scars, yet methinks there be a spark of something I know to be glowing in my own.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Amanda Lancaster

As I stare at his back I am once again reminded of the story he told the sister in the chapel. But if only I could remove his deeply buried pain with but a kiss. In a somewhat dazed fugue I walk up behind him and trace one of the longer scars with my finger. I am seemingly able to feel the pain that acompanied the whip marks. There is also a slow burning heat beneath my fingertips. A heat made up of anger and vengance, but also of love and passion. I must have been mad for I replaced my fingers with my lips, gently kissing each of the marks.


"I wish that my kisses could magically remove your anguish. I confess that I have heard your tales of woe as I stood outside the chapel. I would not attempt to understand the devils that partake in such cruelty. I had assumed, however, that you were among those very beasts I have feared. I long for you to show me all that lies beneath your tortured soul." I can see his reflection in the glass, his eyes revealing a great deal and yet hiding so much more.

 

[The Author]

joining?

OOC: I know it's late in the thread, but I read the whole thing and I am duely impressed. I was wondering if there was, in fact, a spot for me at this stage - though I wouldn't be offended if there wasn't, seeing as it's been going on for so long. Still, if there is, I'd like to post this general introduction so that you can see if there's a likable character in here...



Clerval, the thief

5'8"
about 25 years old, though he never kept up with it
150lbs on a good day, a somewhat stringy build
Black hair and blue eyes, and looks as if he might just vanish into the shadows at any time.

The story of Clerval:

A petty thief once, he accidentally impressed the captain of a pirate ship once by robbing his daughter, who he mistook for a noblewoman. Clerval never wants anything more than to save his own hide and to perhaps woo a few ladies along the way. The pirating does him well, though he's not too fancy with swords and the like, he gets the job done, usually via convoluted schemes, slight of hand, and a penchant for picking locks and being patient. The pirating isn't what thrills him, it's the trips to town afterwards, in cities full of money waiting to be taken by the patient thief - although he has no qualms or misgivings about robbing shipgoers of thier coins while they're being harassed by the other pirates.
After the pirate that he impressed suffered an unfortunate death, he wound up with the current crew. Aloof as always, he's now looking forward to some adventure as the lovely ladies of the sea are stripped of the gold and other things.

How sounds it? I personally like the idea. Here's a story with him to give you an idea...


"Aye! He was stealin, Cap'n!" The large burly man shouted. "He switched a fancy pearl necklace in 'is 'ands w' a poor copper one! He's a robbin' ye, Cap'n!" The man bellowed. The Captain sat, peering over Clerval and the ugly one, known as Grunt for his bulky build and habit of snorting and grunting in combat.
"What do ye say ta that?" The captain asked Clerval. He squinted a bit and sighed. "I think not! He's merely imagined it, aye, ye know how Grunt can be."
The Captain sighed. "I'll not have this kinda stealin er lying among my crew. Kill them both!"
"WAIT!" Clerval and Grunt shouted at once.
"How about a duel?" Grunt asked. "Winner lives, loser dies by his hand?"
"Wonderful idea, Grunt." The captain said, grinning.
"HAW!" Grunt bellowed. "Been nice knowin' ye, thief!"
"What are the rules?" Clerval asked, quickly.
"Hrm. One weapon only. It must be a sword. Meet at the deck in one hour."
"Can it be a knife?" Clerval asked.
"Yes, but ye cannot throw it." The captain replied, knowing Clerval's preference for throwing weapons rather than clashing swords.
"I shant." Clerval said.
"Good." The captain replied.

An hour later, the crew was as rowdy as ever, ale and foul language spilled out their mouths as they guffawed and laughed. Nothing got them fired up more than a duel.
"Are ye ready?!" Grunt bellowed at Clerval, who stood at one end of the deck, a few feet from Grunt.
"Aye." Clerval said.
"Where's yer sword?!" Grunt bellowed, brandishing a rather large, sharp cutlass.
"It's hidden." Clerval said, making an elaborate motion with his hands. "You'll know soon enough."
"Ha!" The huge man shouted. "I've kilt me a hundred men stronger than ye!"
"Probably." Clerval said. "Captain, would ye be so kind as to remind us of the rules?"
"Certainly." The captain said. "Each of ye get only one weapon. Sword or knife, and ye cannot throw it. Last one standing wins, the loser dies or is thrown overboard if 'es not dead when he hits the floor"
"I'm not throwing anything." Clerval said.
"Good." Grunt said. "I dun trust ye, fool thief."

"FIGHT!" The captain yelled, firing a flintlock into the air. Grunt rushed Clerval, and just as quickly a knife flew through the air and caught him in the throat, dropping him to the ground in a manner of seconds. The thrower of the knife, a quick sailor in the audience, smiled at the bewildered captain and said "He said he wasn't going to throw anything. N'er said anything 'bout me."

The captain agreed it was a brilliant interpretation of the rules and let both of them live, as well as split the dead brute's share.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke

The Lady Amanda's touch startles me a bit. The touch of her fingers along the ridges of scar tissue is delicate, as if of a person who, upon a journey, has come to a crossroads, and ventures to follow the less travelled one, to a destination perhaps different from what might have been originally envisioned.

Then, she kisses the scars. The feel of her lips is like unto a balm and yet also a linement, for there is a soothing there upon the flesh, while within kindles a growing fire.

I turn to her, slowly. My hands reach down to gently cup her face in my hands. Deeply do I gaze into her eyes. Her words have touched me deeply, far more deeply than I should let them, and yet, I cannot put from me this dawning desire mingled with feelings stirring faintly elsewhere within me.

"Aye, Lady," I say at last, my throat husky with rising passion of more than the loins. "In some ways, I am very much a devil. One whose own hellish thoughts do fan the flames of a private hell. For vengance alone drives me not, but something deeper, more pervasive. Though I o'erstp the bounds of what is conventionally called law, yet do I hunger for justice beyond my own benefit."

Her body trembles a bit at my words, the quiet intensity of them. Yet, I see a growing awareness in her eyes as she realizes on some level, perhaps, that there is more, far more to what we do here, what I am about, than mere brigandry.

With one finger, I lightly touch her faintly moist lips, soft and ripe as blushing fruit.

"Would you, then, fly so close to the fire, my beautious English moth? Risk the kiss of flame and taste the devil?"

Her hands upon me, drawing me closer, the slight parting of her lips answers me without words. I slip one hand down her side and to the small of her back, just above the swell of her round, full buttocks as my other combs its way to the back of her head, within her thick, sweet smelling hair. I draw her to me, without hesitation, yet without roughness, feeling the press of her breasts through the dress into my naked chest, the mold of her body against mine...and heat as great within her as within me.

Our lips touch, but briefly at first and draw back, then again as if of two butterflies seeking the same flower. Then, they meet with certainty, with passion, parting as if of one mind in long, languid kiss growing every stronger, tongues flitting together to waltz within the intimate ballroom of our joined mouths.

 

[sojournerwolf]

OOC: to The Author

Welcome aboard! Always room for more characters. I like your idea of Cherval, and the background story fits well, though the thread of our story here would be taking place some years after. We've minimized the bloodshed to attempt a subtler, more sexual theme, though there has been violence and the threat is always there.

I think your character will fit in well. I would ask that you please take time to read the full thread (yes, it's long, but worth it I think. *G*) and another supplementary thread called OOC: Hawke's of the sea where we mostly post OOC messages with questions, comments, etc.

For everyone, doing a great job! The plot grows more complex, loyalties are shifting or at least being questioned, the inevitible conflict is brewing as a storm upon the horizon.

 

[BadForm]

Monique Papin: The Definition of A Pervert

Silver clouds swim about me as my Carlos comes into view. His hands touch mine as we sit together, naked. But the confusion on his face reminds me he is not mine. An inner conflict rages within him, between his attraction to me and his training in Spain. We have been given the private silence of a vision together to resolve the conflict, one way or another.

"Mon chere, you are tres confus... so unsure. You think I am sick, un perverti, peut-être? Mais, you love me, mon chere, oui? Capitain, it is time I answer your question.

"Oui, I am a muderer. There are many who sleep only with the fishes now, monsieur. Many I kill. Main, those who die, no more they kill the tribes, les sauvages. Pensez, mon amour, your men of Spain, and England, et la belle France... they kill the native. They steal the holy treasure of other lands for their lords. Oui, such men, I have killed.

"You think we are no better? We steal, and so what? Monsieur, you know us not. There is little we keep. Our rich is spent on the people. Fine cloth from the merchant, oui. Ale from the tavern, naturellement! Mais this is but little. The capitains Hawke, they send the slave back to their land if they stay not. We save the child that they learn. This is the rich of the Hawkes!

"Et, mon chere... you think, my goddess, she is evil? Un démon? Non, she is a just goddess, a vengeful goddess. If I seek help, I pay. If I punish the innocent, I suffer. Monsiuer... I know of your god! Mon pere, he said "The missionary comes with the bible in one hand, et the sword in the other." He was right, monsieur. Your men of the church they kill the weak and sold my people to France. I was six, mon chere. Une fille et une femme. Et, mon amour - it was the priest who took me first. I know, capitain, of the inquisition. That is your god, monsieur. Mon capitain Hawke, he survived. Most do not. You know this, monsieur. This is their god."

I paused to let my statements sink in, and quell the anger I feel rising within me. "Mon chere capitain, you ask if I am evil? I say, oui! If the white man makes the rules, oui. Then, I am evil!"

I consider, for a moment, telling him of the child I know is growing inside of me. The child I now am sure he and I made... but it was revealed in a dream. Why would he believe me? And even if he would, I would not have him stay because of guilt. He will stay because he loves me, or he will leave.

 

[SexyChele]

Maria Elena

Feeling my lover's arms and mouth about my body, I know that I am home once more. I am where every woman should be....in the arms of her beloved, giving and receiving pleasure from and to him in everyway possible.

There is nothing I would deny my Antonio, nothing my heart or body would not do for him, for my love is great for him.

As his mouth trails its kisses down my body, my body once more comes alive - the fullness of my breasts, the yearning of that special place between my thighs. I feel the tree vaguely behind me as I spread my legs for my lover's tongue.

As he probs my inner-most folds, I groan my pleasure, for I have not the words to describe how I feel. As his tongue discovers that small nub of flesh that produces such pleasures, I throw my head back against the tree as my hands entwine in Antonio's hair, pulling him to me, seeking his tongue to go further in its ultimate destination.

As my lover continues in his ministrations, I feel my body begin to tense....and know that I am soon to be pushed into the tide of pleasure.

"Si, Antonio, don not stop, mi amor, por favor!"

As he increases his attentions, my body once again soars above, as with eagles. The pleasure is so intense I fear at first I shall not live through it, as I surrender to it completely....shaking, quivering, my knees feeling as though I may fall. But my beloved supports me...keeping me safe while I enjoy the ultimate pleasure he gives me.

Once again, as my body floats softly back to the ground, I gently caress my lover's face, and smile deeply into his eyes. He stands before me.....and wrapping me in his arms, kisses me deeply so that I may taste myself on his lips and tongue. My hand reaches for his arousal, and I discover that he is fully erect. My heart skips a beat at the thought that I will also bring pleasure to my lover this night before we go into battle together.

"Mi querido, how may I now satisfy you, now that you have given me the ultimate pleasure that a woman can know?"