Stolen at Sea.

[SweetCherry]

Elianna:

"Aye, Milord, " she said, softly, feeling both excitement at the prospect of a hot bath and a decent meal, and terrified of being once again in the public eye because of her recent transformation. "Would you help me with my dress, Cervie? I can't quite reach the buttons and..." She left off the rest of her sentance, not wanting to bring up the topic of the ladies maid left behind on he other ship.

She slid off the bed and reached for her gown, once again marvelling at the fine stitches the boy, Rockingham, and put into fixing it. She mused to herself that she might have to purchase another, if she could convince Cervantes to part with some coin. This one was fine, but somehow, the rest of her things were sadly missed.

Slipping into her gown, she turned her back to him and glanced back over her shoulder, smiling impishly. "If you please, kind sir?"

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

"Certainly, m'lady." Cervantes breathed upon Elianna's ear as he stood to button her up. Once done, his hands slipped about her waist to encircle her in a backward embrace. He found her neck with a lingering kiss then let her free of his grasp only to turn her to face him. "I'll have to beat the men away from you, looking as you do." He said with a smirk as he looked her over. He kept a hand upon Elianna's stomach, slowly looking down as he felt the distinct grumble of hunger within her belly. Looking slowly back up, Cervie arched an eyebrow. "Come with me, we'll have a meal fit for the gods, you and I."

 

[Rockingham]

Rocky yawned as he swung from side to side. The mesh of netting that served as his bed hung from one sturdy piece of wood to the other. He laid down in this contraption, above the ground, able to swing all day if his heart pleased him.

And his heart did please him.

Every time Rocky had a bed on the floor he continued to fall out of it. No matter what steps were taken, Rocky found a way out of that bed, unconsciously plotting to hit the floor with his body in a way that hurt him so. The cot, an ingenius idea, seemed to do the job perfectly of keeping him firmly in his bed. It was so comfortable too, like sleeping on the clouds.

It was a white net too, so he really was sleeping on the clouds.

"Yeah! Another score for Rocky!!"

He laughed at this, swinging some more. He had won yet again. It was a pleasurable victory, sweeping up from the fine hairs on his head to the curled toes at his feet. Sweeping through him, he let out another boyish laugh and confined himself to swinging the day away.

The crew had left again. Orders from Cervie, the crew was to go back to their families. He bit his lower lip, wondering if another crew would come soon. He didn't like new people, new people scared him. A new person was fine, to meet and be introduced, and to shake someone's hand, and give them a little pat on the butt, to make sure they did a good job, yes, meeting someone was nice, but not a bunch of people.

He couldn't very well pat a bunch of people's asses, could he?
No, of course not. That's just nonsense. People intimidated him. He looked at them with his wide and childish eyes, curious as to why when they stared back, their eyes were filled with laughter or hate.

He knew something was different about him, but he didn't let it get to him. Everyone else let it get to him, and he was fine by that. That is why he stayed below decks, in the cargo hold, swinging on his bed. Because down here was fine with him, and no more crew was even finer.

"Even finer," He let the words echo off of the hold, racing from side to side as if in a race. He laughed at this, swinging some more.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Cervie called Rocky updeck and invited him to come along with the two of them for a meal and a nights rest in real beds.

 

[SweetCherry]

Elianna:

Elianna smiled softly as the boy joined them on deck. She had grown fond of the cabin boy. A hot bath, a real bed and a hot meal sounded delightful. She felt like a child set free in a sweet shop. One question filled her mind though. She turned and looked at Cervie.

"Cervantes, how will...how am I going to react when around other people? The creature inside me...how do I control it?"

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

"Make no mistake, there is no 'creature inside you' Elianna, what you feel stirring within you IS you, I've only awakened something that has always been there." Cervantes said, turning to face her, stepping close, so close to her as he explained. "Control it?" Cervie chuckled softly at that. "Its not something that can be controled, only mastered, directed, but never controled. Channel your instincts, the more you fight against them, the more agitated you will become, trust me, I remember... Don't be afraid to tell me how you feel, if you feel yourself slipping, anything, let me know, I will help you the best I can."

 

[SweetCherry]

Elianna:

She smiled softly, tremblingly. She reached out her hand and grasped his in her own. "I should hate you, but right now, you're the only one who can help me. I'll have to trust you."

She took a deep breath and looked towards the land and docks off in the distance. "I'm ready whenever you are, Milord."

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Cervie smiled as he took Elianna's hand and clapped a palm upon Rocky's back. He led them off deck, and down into the bustling port. Before long he brought them to a tavern, the Dewdrop Inn/tavern. Typically, he would not have chosen it for its name, but he knew his former crew would be patronizing the establishments more to his liking, and the sooner he severed all ties with them, the better. Sitting the three of them down at a fine mahogeny table, Cervie looked from Rocky to Elianna. "How about some food?" Cervie motioned for a bar maid.

 

[SweetCherry]

Elianna:

She sat down, sighging at the plushness of the chair an rubbing a palm lightly across the tabletop. It was a quaint little tavern, considering its proximity to the docks. The smell of fresh bread and thick stew filled the room and her stomach made its opinion known with a low rumble. She flushed slightly as Cervie looked at her and chuckled.

A girl approached, carrying a large wodden tray, laden with plates and bowls and food. More food than She'd ever seen placed on a table, and for just the 3 of them!

She smiled softly at the tavern girl and reached for her spoon and attacked the bowl of stew in front of her. The loaves of steaming fresh bread called her and she tore off a bit and nibbled at it. Such wonderful things, tastes and smells, making her feel so wonderfully at home.

She glanced across the table and smiled at Cervie. "Thank you, Milord. Tis a wonderful meal. I don't think I can eat another bite."

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Cervie attacked his carved wooden bowl with a wooden spoon, making no pretense toward politeness, he gulped the venison stew down in mere minutes.

He shoved the bowl and spoon to the center of the table and leaned back to prop his feet on the tables top. Letting out a deep belch, Cervie looked over toward Elianna with a smile that still shown with hunger, hunger of another sort. He patted his stomach then. "Aught to have room for desert, luv." He answered, still focusing his suggestive eyes upon her.

 

[Rockingham]

The stew tasted delectable. Rocky stared at it a moment, brown gravey with beef chunks hidden within, unsure just what delectable meant, but knew the stew had been just the same.
He tasted peas in it, freshly cut peas. Oh, they were delicious. The beef felt a little undercooked, but the herbs and spices it had been cooked in more than made up for the chewiness.

Rocky savored every bite, taking careful time to let the stew hold on his tongue, tastes melting into him. Delightful, simply delightful. The first meal in a long time that he hadn't created himself. He loved tasting what other people cooked. It made him feel better, like he could do something regular people could.

He went for the bread, but the bread didn't look very good. A little stale, and after a single piece, he resigned its part of the meal to its own accord, and finished the stew in private.

 

[SweetCherry]

Elianna:

She flushed, feeling Cervie's eyes on her and knowing what he was thinking. Her pulse quickened, and she bit her bottom lip praying he wasn't picking up on her body's responses. She glanced over at Tocky, who was engrossed in his food. The look of delight was obvios as he spooned more of the stew into his mouth. A sweet boy, she thought.

Looking back to Cervie, Elianna spoke softly. "I think, perhaps, I'd like a bath. Could we perhaps get a room?" She flushed with the implications of them together in a room. Not so much the fact of it being thus, but the mentioning of it in a public place. A grin came across Cervie's face and her flush deepened. Elianna cleared her throat and spoke a little softer. "Milord, I'm seeking a bath, not a tumble. That can wait til after you've replaced my gown. While the lad has repaired it amazingly well, I DO thikn you owe me another."

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

"Good, isn't it Rocky?" Cervie enquired as he watched his boy eat up. Turning his attention back to Elianna as she spoke, Cervie found her flushed embarassment over her own words humorous. "Oh, aye, certainly, m'lady. Just carry yourself over to the innkeep and purchase the three of us a room, and the two of you, Rocky, Elianna, a steaming, scented bath, expence be no matter, in that. I shall off to purchase you the finest I can find." Cervantes stood and gave a mock gentlemanly bow, a glint of mischieviousness in his eyes as he turned to leave.

 

[Rockingham]

"Ohhh," Rocky stared wide eyed at the inn across the way, picking up speed and trying to get the woman to come with him. He held onto her hand like a child, but still pulled at the full adult strength that he was.

"This one, this one. Can we go to this one?"

Rocky gave a haughty laugh, unable to understand just why, but feeling giddy all over just the same.

"I remember, a long time ago. We used to go to a place just like this. And there was a girl that always came to change the sheets on the bed, and she said I was cute. I know I'm not cute, but she would say it anyway. I liked her, and I liked staying there. It was a lot of fun. Cervie would always be down doing his pirate stuff, and I'd stay up there, having fun."

Another old memory came back to him, and he broke into a fit of giggles as they went inside. He looked around at everything with new and wild eyes, trying to get a look of the the inn as if he would be tested on the contents later. He didn't make any motion to the innkeeper, because he didn't know what to do. Rocky was ready to go to their room now, but he knew that he had to wait.

Cervie always talked to the innkeeper, and then they could go to their room. Rocky waited, rocking back and forth from one foot to the other, making a game of it.

 

[SweetCherry]

Elianna:

She laughed softly to herself as Rocky exctiedly draged her into the small inn and over to the iinnkeeper, a short and rather rotund bald man She spoke softly to him, keeping watch over Rockingham out of the corner of her eye. The man's face lit up as she mentioned Cervantes, and soon she was promptly ussered to a room with Rocky in tow.

She wasn't in the rooom very long when a knock came on the door. She opened it, and was met with 2 burly men each carrying 2 large pails of steaming hot water. They briskly carried the pails into the bathing chamber and proceded in filling the large and luxurious bathtub hidden within. She flushed as she felt their eyes linger on her with more than a passing interest. She must remember to lock the door before stepping into the tub. She hoped Rocky wouldn't unlock it to anyone other than Cervie.

Soon, her tub was filled and a large pail of still steaming water was set beside the tub, with a dipper inside, awaiting her need. A maid entered silently, and deposited towels and soap on a bench not far from the tub. Elianna smiled shyly and apoke to the girl. "Could you...I mean, my gown. I can't unbutton it on my own. Would you please?"

The girl smiled slightly, and Elianna offered hre back to the girl. In moments the maid spoke in a soft lilt. "There ye be, ma'am. Enjoy your bath. Tis a rare treat when ye be on the boats with Cervantes for any length of time." With that, she turned and disappeared, leaving Elianna alone in the room with Rocky. She crossed the room and locked the door and turned to the lad.

"Rockingham, no matter what, do not open this door to anyone besides Cervantes. Be a good lad and sit quiet while I take a bath. And don't you peek into the bathing chamber either!" Rocky smiled and giggled a bit. He nodded his head and Elianna crossed and before she realized it, she was naked and sinking slowly into the first hot bath she'd had in a long time. She sighed and sank back into the tub and closed her eyes. She didn't even notice herself drifting off into slumber.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

While Elianna bathed and Rocky did whatever his child like heart led him to do, Cervie found his way to the merchant's district of the port city, looking for clothing that would please his eye when Elianna wore it.

OOC: If anyone is out there reading us would like to briefly play a merchant, I would greatly appreciated it.