Hawkes of the Sea: a pirate fantasy

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke

A message from the lookout has arrived. Elizabeth is here! I rise from my seat and announce it to the feasting crew and captives, bidding them to continue with the festivities.

I leave Black Bart in charge of the feast and entertainment, telling him I will be back shortly with my sister and her crew.

Striding along the tables, I pick a handful of the crew to accompany me. I pause before the priests and nuns. The one who has caught my eye, Sister Therese they name her, looks up quickly, then away.

"Father, you seem weary from your travels," I say to the priest, watching Sister Therese. "I would have one of your religiuse accompany me to meet my sister at the dock, to offer a prayer of thanksgiving for her safe return."

I point to sister Therese. "I will take her."

The priest and other nuns voice their protest but I ignore them. I nod to the crew members accompanying me and have them bring the young nun along.

The young Spanish beauty whom I sense is a virgin and has also caught my fancy (DIAMONDNROUGH), I also decide to take with me. She looks luscious as a newly ripened melon, yet with a darkness in her eyes that hints her virginity might be something more of a burden than blessing. This one, I think, perhaps will be shared between my sister and I to introduce her to the full pleasures of dark desire.

I put my hand out to her and she rises without listening to the protests of her chaperone.

"Come, my dear. I would have you meet my sister as well. And pray tell, what is your name?"

I tuck the arms of both the women into mine, one on either side, and we stroll down to the beach with the crew members trailing behind.

And there, on the beach, is the only woman I truly love, my dear, dear sister...Elizabeth.

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Sister Therese

The captain’s request shocks me deeply. Innocent as I am, I know full well that his stated wish for a prayer is a sham – if he only wanted a prayer, he could have chosen the priest, or one of the older nuns. He must have noticed my struggle against the wicked feelings aroused by that infernal drink! Perhaps he thinks that I have become weak enough to let him have his way with me. And although my body still throbs and aches with frustrated desire, Sister Claudine’s warning rings in my ears. She protests loudly, as do the other nuns and the priest, but the captain treats them as if they do not even exist. He nods to his crewmembers, and they take me by the arms and raise me from my seat. There is no way I can break free. Although they do not grip my arms hard enough to injure me, they do keep a tight enough hold to let me know that I have no choice but to go along. With a last, despairing glance at Sister Claudine, I go with them. The sisters weep openly as the men lead me away.

The captain stops to choose another companion – much to my surprise, it is the Spanish maiden who had such a rough journey. She accompanies him without hesitation, another surprise. She is flushed and perspiring from the potion, and that strange, fascinated expression has returned to her face.

In a monstrous parody of gallantry, he takes our arms in his, one on either side, and sets off toward the beach. I trudge along beside him, my body stiff. I hate this enforced close contact. My arm in his is as limp and unresponsive as a dead fish. I don’t want to give him one iota of encouragement. I gather aloofness around me like a suit of armor, hoping that it will protect me from him.

I can’t fathom this man at all. He strolls happily along with us in tow, just as if we are his guests rather than his prisoners. The brutal flogging of James might not have happened at all. And the maid on his other arm likewise confounds me. The quick, even eager way in which she responded to his summons, the odd expression on her face – I feel that these things are clues that I must decipher. I recall our conversations on the ship, and her attempts to tell me about the strange feelings she was having. At the time I had no idea what she was talking about, but now, as I continue to struggle with strange feelings of my own, I begin to glimpse what she meant. The implication is disturbing. Could she be…falling under this monster’s spell? And if she is, could the same thing happen to me?

 

[Clarrissa]

Clarrissa Morgan, Boatswain of The Lady Hawke

OOC: BADFORM (Monique)wrote: is it ok to presume you are the boatswain? Ie officer in charge of hull etc, assistant officer for sailing, assists in command for boarding actions? If not, then please let me know your position and I'll edit this to match. Also, I'm guessing at our ship being a brig - if you want it to be otherwise, let me know. A brig is a moderate military vessel with good manouvering capabilities, and so could take on a galleon especially if backed up by another ship.

Clarrisa writes:Boatswain is fine by me, I figured a chain of command with you and the captain indisposed so to speak hehe. I wasn't chastising about the death of the purser, just taunting. As far as the vessel I had assumed it was a Brigantine, true twin mast with square rigging. Surely not a Frigate, too large, however, the choice should be the captains since it is hers.
My character is good natured, likes to joke and tease but dead serious when it comes to money and duty. For all intent I am 22, was a Lady of good breeding, 5'4, shapely with a fairly large chest, long auburn hair, green eyes.

IC:
Clarrisa was the last one off The Lady Hawke. As usual she made sure all was accounted for and stowed before disembarking. She could see the celibration had already started, but was in no mood to join in. She strode up the beach coming near the party, but hung back in the shadows for a time. What she really needed was a nice hot bath to revive her aching body, fighting the storm had been tiring.

[Edited by Clarrissa on 05-29-2001 at 06:57 AM]

 

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke

As we stroll through the jungle, I can feel the stiffness of the little nun beside me, her struggle to resist the surge of unfamiliar feelings within her.

Not so the other! Rather, she takes ever opportunity to brush her hip against me, her hand lightly caressing my arm. I smile into her bright eyes and think how fortunate it is I do not indulge in the vanity of codpieces, for surely, I would be straining the laces of one even now. Ah, she will be a superb toy for my sister and I.

The little nun, however, seems to think her armor invincible, so I decide it is time to begin her education.

I point out the great red and orange blooms at the edge of the jungle which burst upon the sight as a sudden sunrise beyond the mountains.

"Lovely, are they not?" I ask. She does not reply, of course, she is too wrapped within her desperate struggle to maintain a facical conventionality.

"I have often wondered," I muse, "How a god who can create such beauty can also allow such ugliness in the world as the starvation of children, as the brutality of upper classes to those they consider less than themselves, lingering illness, even, say, piracy."

I can feel her indignation bubble up as I slip my other arm around the young Spanish maiden, drawing her closer to me as my hand glides gently over the swell of her buttocks beneath her bustle.

 

[BLACK BART]

Black Bart, first mate

My Captain's potion is working, the women responding to it quickly, all except the vixen, Maria Elena, the spanish dancer.
I stand and toast our host,and our brave men.
"To Our Fearless Captain, who has once again brought us home, safe, sound and even richer than we were before. To his beloved sister, Our Lady Hawke, may her journey soon be over, and she joins us also unharmed, her holds full of riches. To Our Brave Comrades, those that are with us now, and those whom died staying true to the Hawke Creed, long may we live, and long may we drink good wine together, and long may we dance with beautiful women."
At that point of a long and heart felt speech I turn and take up the Captain's excellent suggestion, my voice bellowing...
"I HEAR THAT THE SPANISH DANCERS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE THE FINEST IN THE WORLD, AND WE ARE GRACED WITH THE PRESENCE OF ONE SUCH LASS...GOOD LADY, WHY NOT BLESS US WITH YOUR TALENTS AS A GRACIOUS THANK YOU TO OUR BENEVOLANT HOST?"
I turn and raise my glass, first to my Captain, then to the lass Maria, her eyes on fire, shooting bolts of hate at me, realizing she has no choice. With a toss of her head, she rises to the challenge....

 

[Diamondnrough]

Diamond

I sit at the table, the events that have occurred and still occurring taking my breath away. I am excited by them, not scared as the sister who has befriended me seems to be.
I eat the food offered quickly, with great hunger, and also the drink...Suddenly the heat in the room is intense, and I look around noticing that several other women feel it also, sweat on their brows, soaking thru their clothing.
On it's own my hand drops to my crotch, rubbing it frantically, trying to releive the heat I'm feeling.
I glance sideways and see the sister is doing the same and as the dancer tosses her drink down I realize why the sudden heat and smile.....
As the dancer takes Black Barts challenge, we hear the announcement of the captain's sister having arrived..
Shortly after (my hand still working) I look up to see his tall, handsome form, telling me to come with him.
I rise eagerly, flirting with my eyes, and walk at his side down the hallway, the sister on his other hand.
I gasp at his fondling of my ass, and then sigh, the sensations his hand give me are much better than my own do.
Boldly I take my hand and rub his pants, feeling a bulge in the front, behind the laces, I concentrate on that area, thinking I feel something moving, growing...as the sister tsk, tsk's at me.
Glancing upward, like a school girl caught, I laugh sweetly, asking her "What do you think is behind these laces?" chuckling loader at her horrified expression....

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Sister Therese

He presumes to speak of God as he fondles a woman’s bottom? This man’s gall knows no bounds! Does he think that he can so easily breach the armor of my faith? I struggle to hold my tongue and not rise to his bait, but it is a losing battle. I cannot let his challenge go unanswered.

“The ways of God are not for us mortals to comprehend, monsieur,” I reply. It takes a supreme effort to keep my tone mild and dignified. “But my faith dictates that he never tests us with more than we can bear.”

He laughs at my response and continues to brazenly fondle the Spanish maid. Much to my dismay, she accepts his caresses. Her smile and blissful sighs tell me that his advances are entirely welcome. And then her small, delicate hand reaches over to touch the front of his pants, where there is a swelling that can only be his…manhood. Hot blood fills my face and neck and I sputter, outraged, as she rubs that part of him. I would give anything to be able to flee this scene, but the captain has my arm locked in his, as strong and unyielding as a steel manacle, even as his free hand plays with the girl. I have never been this close to an aroused male, and my mind is filled with a hundred conflicting emotions. Fear, disgust, humiliation, and…something more. Envy??? Surely not that!

The hateful young wanton laughs at my shocked expression. "What do you think is behind these laces?" she teases. She and the captain chuckle merrily at their joke as I seethe. They seem to have joined forces to mock me for my chastity, to taunt me with something I can never have and should not even want. And still I feel it: a throbbing ache in that secret, sinful part of me, which is still under the influence of that vile potion. My body, too, mocks me.

 

[Inkubus]

Carlos

I have no idea where I am but the fresh air is like magic to my labored lungs. As I am dragged from the hold and made to crawl through the grotto I take the chance to drink some fresh water..it is like the finest wine and cools my fever..I am dragged and placed (as a trophy perhaps) near a table. I am offered food... It looks so good , so fresh so tantalizing...something warns me not to eat. I am lost in a world all my own. Finaly I allow myself to be awoken from my fever dream as I realize That the pain is subsiding the cool air is wonderfull but I would kill for some more water..I look furtivly at the glass of wine...but I try to remain proud. Somewhere within I remeber how My fathers crew looked at him...I must be strong if not for me then for the captives..we will find a way to be free...

 

[BLACK BART]

Black Bart, first mate

The party is at full swing, alchohol abounds, our loyal crew is celebrating life! Those who made the journey with us are telling their stories of bravery, and with each telling the fable grows larger. One man killed becomes two, then four, then a hundred! I laugh at each story, truly amused, my brethren and I have risked fate and temporarily beaten it.
The wine is overflowing, real wine untainted by Poseidon's magic, the food is in excess abundance, meals that would feed us onboard for a week are consumed in minutes.
As the din increases, a message is brought to me and I am suddenly sober, pondering, then bark orders to the messenger and send him away.
I grin, a huge lopsided grin, knowing it makes my rough features look like the devil himself, a new game has begun, a game of life or death, and I welcome it, and have put the players in motion.
"DANCE, DANCE, DANCE" I roar, my voice carrying over all, giving encouragement to my spanish dancer.
A "test of skills" has started by the entrance, the weapon chosen is throwing knives, I am tempted to join, as I am adept at them, schooled by my Captain and his sister, but stand at my assigned station, as the music from the spanish dancer's entourage begins.
I will wait, until my Captain returns, and the weapon chosen will be whips, of which I am the master.....

 

[wildxfire]

might I too, join the party?

I would be a dark magician, called on by master, brought here for a single dark purpose, to take another to Poseidon's tomb, if need be....
I am swathed in dark clothing, that shows only my claw like hands, and the mark of seth upon them, and my eyes, burning a bright green.
My presence is acknowledged by my master, and felt by only one other....I stand in the shadows, the bulk of the mob not seeing me.
I stand watching, seeing and feeling all within the room, ready if my services are required by my master......

 

[SexyChele]

Maria Elena

So! The evil one wants to see me dance! I'll dance for him and his drunken scum.

Standing, glaring at the man who I am coming to hate, I walk over to the musicians and direct them as to the song they should play. A nice flamenca should do well...

I position myself in front of the evil one...if this is what he wants, well....The red dress that I am wearing is actually one of my costumes. I was trying them on when we were captured, so it should prove well here. It is low-cut, leaving most of my breasts uncovered, and off the shoulders, and my skin appears golden. The costume hugs my every curve, gently flowing from my hips until it flares wide at the ground. I stand, head to one side, arms upraised, waiting for the music to start.

When it does, my lithe and trim body follows the melody without my mind thinking of the movements. I dance with grace, yet with a fury that speaks of the situation I find myself in. As I weave and turn, first making love to the music, then spurning it's loving embrace, I glare at the evil one. He may think he can take this body, but he will never crush my pride.

As the music builds, my pace increases, my long dark hair flowing around me as a curtain. The music and my body have now fused together until we are one in our passion, until I must let it possess me and spin me into its core. I am slightly aware that others stare, but I listen only to the music, as my body displays its love for it.

Finally, when the music comes to stop, I cease, with my arms upraised, my back arched, and my breasts heaving from the exertion. As I catch my breath, I look at the evil one.

"There senior, you have had your dance."

Turning on my heel, I storm off to my seat.


[Edited by SexyChele on 05-29-2001 at 08:24 AM]

 

[Clarrissa]

Clarrissa Morgan

Clarrissa stepped from the shadows and made her way up to the gathering. The silver handled dagger in her belt gleamed with the light from the torches.

The spanish dancer had just completed her little show, the venom nearly dripped from her has she turned to her seat.

Approaching she greeted Black Bart, "I don't think she much cares for you Blacky", as she flicked her head in the direction of the dancer. "Looks like you have a little viper on your hands".

 

[divinity]

Can you stand another? How about Jezebella......the magicians dark secret?



Standing by the edge of the room, eyes wide, I feel a forgotten yet familier feeling.While I watch the 'floor show' unfold a sudden blackness over comes me. My blood runs cold......

 

[Kimberly]

I step onto land and start to walk to the celebration leading my crew and "passengers". I meet up with my brother who has two pretty maids with him, one in nuns clothing the other dressed in well-to-do attire. I see the nun struggling against my brother as he plays with the maiden on his other side. I step in front of them with a big grin. "Hello my brother." I look from one woman to the next. "I would hug and kiss you but it seems your hands are full." I chuckle

ooc: Since sojournerwolf and I cannot be online at the same time. I will tell you what Elizabeth looks like. She is 5'10" shorter than her brother. Her hair is white blond and she has ice blue eyes. (seeing as their mother was scandavian) She is voluptuous, a real beauty makes men want to look and stare. there you go the long awaited description of Elizabeth. Sojournerwolf if you have or had a different imagine for your sister let me know.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Attempting to regain my composure, I dust off my blue brocade dress the best I was able as I was still shackled. We begin unboarding with that beast of a woman behind me. I cannot see her but I have already memorized her aroma. I quicken my pace, not out of fear for her, but out of longing to speak with one of the captains. I strain to overhear a prisoner saying that the man with the ladies on his arm is Jeremiah Hawke and in front of him is his sister, Elizabeth.

"Ah, just the man with whom I need to speak," I think to myself.

I stride as gracefully as I can these damn chains for I am in badly need of a bath and change of clothing. I stand erect, held high and bosom pushed out as I approach the man.

"Shall I assume sir that you are the scallywag who has ordered my capture?!?!" I declare.

 

[BadForm]

Monique Papin: Awaiting the Judgement of Oya

I smiled at the look which passed between my captain and her brother. It was good to see such lascivious love in this bleak ocean. For most of us, lust was enough, but for these two, the desire was tempered by romance. My mind drifted to when I would once again lie with my opposite number, Black Bart. His name, his very reputation, was as dark as my flesh. Together we shared passion to ignite the world. Perhaps better than the sex, though, was the foreplay. The whip play. He wielded his bull with power and expertise I could never match. However, the cat I carried was built fine enough to make me his equal. Nine threads, each bearing a spiked spur, could eat the flesh from a victim like a pirahna. I could only hope he had picked out a toy for us to share in our games.

Meanwhile, I had other things to do. I would have to await the judgement of Oya in the temple, to descover what she needed of me. I took my leave of the captains, explaining where I was going and why. I knew they would little understand, but they would accept. They always did.

[Edited by BadForm on 06-01-2001 at 01:46 PM]

 

[sojournerwolf]

OOC: Good show, SexyChele! *G* I liked the dance. And the reactions of the others to your venom.

divinity: Welcome aboard! Yes, can always use another character and yours sounds intriguing. COuld prove interesting interaction, particularly with BADFORM's characther

BAD FORM: Damn! I look forward to those rituals. *L*

KIMBERLY: *G* your description sounds very similar to the one I outlined in general via ICQ. so here is JEREMIAH HAWKE:

6', 3", Broad shouldered, narrow hipped, lithe yet strong, long blonde hair, ice blue eyes, facial hair darker than head, a thin moustache and a "goat beard" or what is called a "pussy teaser", a narrow strip growing from the bottom lip to a point in the cleft of his jaw. He has a rich baritone voice which can be very expressive, even hypnotizing.

[Edited by sojournerwolf on 05-29-2001 at 06:22 PM]

 

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke

Egads, my sister is the most beautiful woman on earth, I think. Though she has just been through a great storm on top of her adventures, still she emanates an vitality and engergy few women can equal.

I disengage from the two women by my side and stride across the sand towards her, laughing.

"And when, dear sister, has anyone ever been able to distract me from you?"

Throwing my arms around her, I give her a great, deep kiss, our tongues playing lightly with each other. The crew laughs uproariously. Gods, she feels so damn good.

"Ah, sweet puss, 'tis good you made it home safely. Though, I had little doubt you would. do ye like the little virgin there? She seems to me ripe for the plucking. Methinks we might both find a bit of pleasure in teaching her our ways."

I call for the steward who brings forth goblets of wine. I hand one to her and take one myself.

"To Elizabeth Hawke, the fiercest, finest she devil of the seven seas!"

We drink admist cheers. I take her arm and invite her back to the feast. "Me apologies dear, but the natives were getting a wee bit restless. Still, there is plenty yet to eat, and entertainment to be had. Shall we? I look forward to hearing of your adventures, and the treasures you have brought to share, as I am to share with you."

It is then some arrogant bitch of a noblewoman strides up to me and all but spits in my face. Though she is comely, I find myself annoyed as I listen to her, not in the least that she dares to think my sister is somehow of lesser rank than myself. The fool! Of all the men and women I have ever known, only do I acknowledge Elizabeth my equal, for she is that indded. I turn to Elizabeth and ask, "Elizabeth, have you plans for this one? If not, methinks she might make an interesting diversion at the feast."

[Edited by sojournerwolf on 05-29-2001 at 06:19 PM]

 

[THEBRAT]

My real Brother is a master of meany weapons but one weapon I'm the master he could never learn how to use it.

I've known were my English Brother always was because of my secret spies.

He I will toy with before I KILL him for betraying me into Spanish slavery his own blood kin.

He may not remeber me but I will always remeber him.Beware Brother your days are numbered.

I'm more than I appear to be the Spanish Princess and much more.

I say this in the name of THE BLACK RAVEN

 

[BLACK BART]

The spanish dancer gave us all what I had requested, and more, her dance a thing we would tell stories of for many red moons to come...Her fire, her rebellious soul would also be talked about, and how I broke her, I vowed!

The party grew wilder, the men and women openly touching each other, pieces of clothing magically disappearing, the women baring thier shoulders, and sometimes thier bosums!

I insructed the spanish dancers entourage to continue playing "And make the music lively, your souls may depend on it" I roared, then laughed at thier faces as they scrambled to play. "Bring in the barrels of rum" I instructed "From my private stock"

My head was clear as I surveyed the roomful, a mix of colors, skins and cultures, all blending together as the party warmed up. My thoughts began to wander to Monique, and the night we would soon spend together, a night of passion, a night of reckless abandon, where I could finally trust someone and let my guard down. I will bring a plaything, or two, for us I decided, and ordered the guards.

Bind the Spanish Dancer tightly, but do not bruise her! I will take care of that later! The sailors and thier women roared at the comment as three men converged on Maria, carrying shackles and ropes, and a small "tussle" broke out, as the spanish dancer fought them, even as they took her to the floor.
"Aye Clarissa", I agreed "She will be a test to tame, one I look forward to"
I am glad the young lass Morgan was one of us, she would make a deadly opponent, and had proved the death of many. Shwe was one I looked forward to bed, our time may come yet...

I looked forward to seeing Monique, and talking of the menace I felt in the air, a great dark plague was impending and I would need her knowledge of the dark side to ward it off, yea defeat it!

A whisper, then a roar spread through the crowd "The Hawkes are coming, both safe and sound...
"Make way" I roared "Make a path for our fearless benefactors, let them walk to thier chairs so we may all see them and pay our respects!"

The band of men and women quickly obeyed, all except Maria, who fought and squirmed, her dress torn open revealingly as the final knots were tied on her.

An expectant murmur spreads through us all, as we continue to celebrate, and watch for our King and Queen.

[Edited by BLACK BART on 05-29-2001 at 07:38 PM]

 

[sojournerwolf]

OOC: Damn fine, Black Bart and Maria! This is getting more interesting by the moment. I really look forward to reading where it goes from here.

OOC: THBRAT...your character and her background is becoming more intriguing with each post. I have ideas what you mean, but think I will keep them to myself until you reveal them. *G*

TALLY HO! TO THE ORGY!

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Sister Therese

The sight of the captain’s sister momentarily distracts me from my discomfort. Never have I seen such a beautiful woman. Even if the captain had never said a word about their blood tie, I would have pegged her as his sister immediately, for there are definite similarities in their facial features. And like her brother, she has a certain arrogance in the way she carries herself, as if she considers herself exempt from the rules and conventions of society. She frightens me almost as much as he does.

The captain releases the maiden and me, and walks over to greet her. He wraps his arms around her and gives her a long kiss. It is the kiss of a lover, not that of a brother! My face flushes and I tear my eyes away, down to the sand beneath my feet. I feel sick to my stomach. But why should I be surprised? A man who would give an aphrodisiac-laced drink to nuns surely wouldn’t refrain from committing incest with his own sister.

I glance at the Spanish lass beside me. She is eyeing the couple as they embrace. Her expression is unreadable, but she does seem to be surprised by their passion. I cannot deny a feeling of spiteful satisfaction. Did she think that she was the only woman who had ever caught his fancy? The man probably has a harem to rival that of any sultan. Then I come to my senses as a pang of remorse strikes me. What is the matter with me? I should be trying to help her protect her purity – instead I am behaving like a catty schoolgirl. One would think that I had designs on the captain myself. But I do not! I am sure of it.

I gently touch her on the elbow. She turns to me, fixing wide eyes on me. “Do you see what kind of man he is?” I whisper. “He will use you as his plaything and then discard you once he is bored with you. Is that what you want? Think of your future husband! A man expects his bride to come to him untouched – do you want your betrothed to cast you off?” I stare urgently into her eyes, praying that she will see what I mean and give up this dark romance with the fiendish captain.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

The man that I have spoken to, Jeremiah Hawke, was definitely an enigma and nothing as I had imagined him to be. My mind had envisioned a beastly man to say the least. His outward appearance belied his devious nature. I had never seen a finer specimen of the male flesh. I found myself utterly speechless at his answer to my request. The water I was treading at this moment was unfamiliar to me. There was not a man that looked upon me who did not willing please my every whim. Yet, the water was warm, if not familiar.

I stared, tranfixed, on the woman to which he showed all of his affection. He had called her "sister" and she beared a striking resemblance to him. There was another feeling brewing deep within in my soul. One that I had never felt before. But I believe it to be envy.

Remembering the words Mother had taught me long before, "Keep your enemies close to thy bosom, Dear Amanda," I strolled haughtily into this feast. This Elizabeth Hawke was most certainly my enemy. I thought to myself, my expression one of satisfaction.

 

[Diamondnrough]

I stand on the path, admiring the two Captains, obviously brother and sister, although the way they kiss is not the usual brotherly love I have seen in my world.
My world? A dull boring place compared to this! I have been here less than 24 hours and already have seen and felt more than my previous entire life!
I wonder if the Captain's bed each other, then blush at the thought of me joining them. Me, still a virgin, dreaming of Menage a trois? I suddenly have no doubts of wanting the Captain to take my maidenhood, and to future exploits with other men, the thoughts of my bethrothed have little meaning to me here in this world! I am a survivor!, and will change with my enviroment.
As Sister Therese speaks to me, telling me not to want this tall man, for he will cast me off, I reply to her.
"Dear, sweet Sister, your concern is truly touching, but when in Rome, we must do as the Romans do, and I look forward to being with the leader of Rome!" I laugh at her expression and continue before she can admonish me "Don't think you fool me either, your face shows the jealousy of a woman who wants what another has!" I see the guilt on her face as we both gaze at the brother and sister holding each other.

 

[THEBRAT]

At last the great fool has fallen for my carefully laid trap.The Hawkes most be protected from his temper at all costs even at the cost of my own life.

I will have great fun TAMNG you Brother with whips,knives,and my special weapon the sword of DEATH.He has forgotten ALL ABOUT ME his twin sisters black temperment.I know what Hawke's going to do before it even happens. All that Hawke has to do is look for people that look to much alike say like twins.

Brother your life is now in my hands.You may beg me for mercy. I will not grant it as you didn't grant mercy to me.

I was sent here to guard the Hawkes from you as a prisoner. I wished that I could have KILLED you then but the time was not right.

[Edited by THEBRAT on 05-29-2001 at 11:29 PM]