Pirate Life

[Vagrant]

~This thread is closed for myself and SierraHughes~

The year was 1658, in the middle of the East India Trading Company's hold on trade, and India, was growing stronger by the day. They were ruthless in their rule of the lands under their purview and just as ruthless with the pirates that attempted to hurt their bottom line at sea.

But the promise of wealth that even one ship ladden with Indian goods could provide was enough to keep the pirates trying. Especially one pirate in particular. Though he had never had more than a minor skirmish with the company, and his losses were never as severe as some of the others, Gerard DuGalle acted as if his life depended on it. In many ways it did. Without pirating the ships of the Company, he wouldn't be able to pay his men. And if he didn't pay his men, he would find himself without men to pay. If he was lucky. If he wasn't lucky, he would find his men leaving with his ship while he was circled by sharks.

That and he was a Frenchman. And as a Frenchman, he hated the English with a passion. So, anything he could do to hurt them was something worth serious consideration.

He was broken out of his reverie, thinking about what had brought him to this point, by a shout from one of his men. A ship had been spotted. Unsure about whether it was a company ship or not, in the end it didn't matter as it wasn't a pirate ship and therefor it was a target

He ordered the sails unfurled and to set course for their target and to prepare to board. For his part, Gerard went below to his cabin to get ready himself.

He stripped down to his waist, revealing the bare muscular chest of a man well accustomed to work. His sword at his belt on one side with a pistol on the other, he took a drink of rum and then re-emerged into the salty air to let his shoulder length black hair blow in the wind. His blue eyes narrowed as he eyed the ship they were fast approaching.

The battle was swift and decisive. The cannons rang out and his men boarded the ship. Most of the crew were killed, and those that weren't... well they probably wished they had been. While his men unloaded the cargo of rum, food, and riches, he approached those who were not killed. A noblewoman and her two ladies in waiting, he looked the 3 of them over unabashedly. They were all 3 comely ladies, though the mistress most of all. She was buxom and curvy, and he could tell she would be a right good fuck. Once she was broken in, that is.

He ordered them taken to the ship and locked in the hold until he was ready to deal with them.

[sierrahughes]

Catherine d'Aiguillon held a steady gaze into a man she assumed to be the captain of the pirate ship. As he turned away and gave his men some instructions, she heaved a sigh of relief. It was not easy to maintain this level of dignity, not when it was apparent what was on the mind of every single man on this ship.

She looked to her sides, and gave her two maids reassuring words. She knew they meant nothing at this point of time, unless she was sure that she could vouch for their safety.

At least she was not obliged to feel too much sympathy for the men that were killed by the pirates. Catherine had merely moved from one captor to another. Emotions began to well up as she began to think of home, but she suppressed them.

Another thing about Catherine though - even though she was French, she spoke perfect English, thanks to her years spent in London. It was unconventional, yes, but her father had the foresight to know that the rivalry between the English and French was merely political. Being able to speak both languages, and to understand both cultures, placed Catherine at an advantage few could lay claim to.

The men came and wanted to pull Catherine to her feet when she brushed their hands aside, and stood up instead. The men seemed a little awed, and allowed her to walk ahead of them, not really daring to lay a finger on her. She wondered if it was more so because she was the captain's or if her presence did put them in their place a little.

She had to think and act fast when the captain called on her.

"Leave them alone," she barked at the men as they tried to grope her two maids. The men locked up and threw them a few dirty stares, their laughter fading away slowly as they walked away from the hold.

[Vagrant]

Catherine and her maids were left in the hold for about 2 hours. They could hear a constant stream of men walking by the small room they were locked in as they loaded the cargo from the ship they had just taken.

As the men stopped coming back, they waited another twenty minutes before they heard the latch of the door open followed by the door itself. A big burly man was standing there and he pointed at Catherine. "You. Come." He was being purposely short with her now and if she didn't obey, he would grab her and drag her from the room. The Captain wanted to see her.

To say that he escorted her to the captain's quarters would be technically correct, but there was little to no dignity involved. He watched her like a hawk and made sure she didn't do anything he didn't like. Prodding her along if she slowed or stopped. "Hurry it up, the Captain's waitin fer ye."

[sierrahughes]

Catherine held her head high, and tried to ignore the catcalls and lewd remarks as far as possible. For such uncouth and vulgar men, they definitely had a good command of their languages, both English and French. How they co-existed on the same ship, Catherine was not sure. Perhaps, it was with the common goal in mind.

It did not take long for Catherine to arrive at the door to the captain's chambers, and the cheers and hoots by now were deafening. Only when the door swung open did things began to quieten down.

"Here ye go captain, and a fine piece of ass as well," Catherine felt a quick smack on her bottoms, and she quickly turned her head, glaring at the culprit. And he was grinning from ear to ear, visibly proud of himself until the captain drew and held his sword to his neck.

The deck became deathly silent immediately, and Catherine could hear the sounds of the sea splashing against the hull of the ship.

No words were exchanged as the deckhand backed down, and the captain sheathed his weapon.

[Vagrant]

Gerard put his sword away as the man backed off, his point made. "This one is mine. The other two are yours, do what you want with them so long as they aren't killed or maimed... what good is a dead whore, or one who can't pleasure you?" He laughed.

"Besides, I think this one would be quite upset if you killed her ladies in waiting. Wouldn't you love?" He leered at Catherine and pulled her inside his cabin before shutting the door.

"Alright now... 'ere's the deal. You don't wanna get that pretty head of yours cut off, and ya don't wanna be thrown off me ship for the sharks ta have... so you're gonna do what I say. And I say from here on out, you're my whore. So strip."