Lick_My_Kitty
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Pirates. The word has been whispered around the globe, even to the newfound countries founded by England itself. It strikes fear into the heart of even the roughest of sailors. The men that title themselves as such are looked upon as no more as cut-throated back stabbing thieves, interested in nothing much other then the thrill of the sins of flesh and greed. They are looked down upon, even by the lowest of scum and drunkards that cling to England’s underbelly. The only people who really benefit from such people are the prostitutes themselves.
Numerous ships have been taken under the sea by the guns and cannons of the government ships. Though one has managed to escape all efforts to be submersed. The Black Dawn. This ship is run by one of the most ruthless men to ever have taken to the seven seas. None know of his name, save for the unfortunate ones that have met their demise at the end of his blade. It is said that he rarely ever takes to land, and when he does, he leaves a scar. England is at his knees, with only the empty hope for his mercy to live by.
Despite the legends and bloodshed, thousands are flocking over the ocean to the new land, promises of wealth and a new life free of the government and churches of England fueling even the most timid of men and women. The Barracuda is one of the fastest ships spawned from the craftsmen of England. Its second to that of the Black Dawn. Riza found herself on this ship. She was a young girl, only about nineteen years of age. Her family made their way to the new land already, she was the last to venture over.
The legends of the Black Dawn and its captain have reached her ears for quite some time, though she cursed herself for being so timid about such a thing, she found herself shaking as she watched the waves crashing their way onto the way to the shore. Land was no longer visible, meaning that there was no turning back now.
The salty sea air was licking at her hair, the long raven black strands dancing across the misty fog that had settled over the ship just as they left port. Her dress matched her hair, black, though crimson red flowers of oriental design laced the silken fabric of her corset. It showed of the young woman’s rather ample breasts and trim little waist well.
Riza was, at first glance, no different from the others around her. She possessed the pail English flesh and stature, though at a closer glance, one would find that her features were mixed with the Asian flair. Riza’s mother was from Asia, and her father wed her. Riza, and her mother’s presence in England was one of either disgust or rarity.
Riza’s dark eyes watched as the fog closed in about them. She was perched at the front of the ship, the name for what it was had left her for the moment, for now, she was captivated by the beauty of the sea around her, its salty spray filling her senses. Every now and again, she would look down. There was quite a fall from where she was to the surface of the water, and every now and again, she would scoot back a little farther away from the edge, though only to return once more.
The stories she had heard of the Black Dawn also filled her mind. There really was no chance for such a thing to happen as to have the Barracuda fall under to the hellish captain and his cru…would there?
Numerous ships have been taken under the sea by the guns and cannons of the government ships. Though one has managed to escape all efforts to be submersed. The Black Dawn. This ship is run by one of the most ruthless men to ever have taken to the seven seas. None know of his name, save for the unfortunate ones that have met their demise at the end of his blade. It is said that he rarely ever takes to land, and when he does, he leaves a scar. England is at his knees, with only the empty hope for his mercy to live by.
Despite the legends and bloodshed, thousands are flocking over the ocean to the new land, promises of wealth and a new life free of the government and churches of England fueling even the most timid of men and women. The Barracuda is one of the fastest ships spawned from the craftsmen of England. Its second to that of the Black Dawn. Riza found herself on this ship. She was a young girl, only about nineteen years of age. Her family made their way to the new land already, she was the last to venture over.
The legends of the Black Dawn and its captain have reached her ears for quite some time, though she cursed herself for being so timid about such a thing, she found herself shaking as she watched the waves crashing their way onto the way to the shore. Land was no longer visible, meaning that there was no turning back now.
The salty sea air was licking at her hair, the long raven black strands dancing across the misty fog that had settled over the ship just as they left port. Her dress matched her hair, black, though crimson red flowers of oriental design laced the silken fabric of her corset. It showed of the young woman’s rather ample breasts and trim little waist well.
Riza was, at first glance, no different from the others around her. She possessed the pail English flesh and stature, though at a closer glance, one would find that her features were mixed with the Asian flair. Riza’s mother was from Asia, and her father wed her. Riza, and her mother’s presence in England was one of either disgust or rarity.
Riza’s dark eyes watched as the fog closed in about them. She was perched at the front of the ship, the name for what it was had left her for the moment, for now, she was captivated by the beauty of the sea around her, its salty spray filling her senses. Every now and again, she would look down. There was quite a fall from where she was to the surface of the water, and every now and again, she would scoot back a little farther away from the edge, though only to return once more.
The stories she had heard of the Black Dawn also filled her mind. There really was no chance for such a thing to happen as to have the Barracuda fall under to the hellish captain and his cru…would there?
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