Captive at Sea.

[Guest]

Cervantes:

Guiding his frigate toward the gallion as it sat, dead in the water, Cervantes smiled, the some twenty men aboard had been with him for half a year, they knew the routine by now. And they'd all gotten a fair bounty for themselves... This would be the last venture he would keep them on. Else they may become to cocky and seek a mutiny against him. After ransaking the spanish gallion, he would steer to port, send them all on their way and employ a whole new crew.

They drew close enough to board the gallion then, and so they did, whooping and shouting, the crew did their job, cutting down any man who would dare oppose them. Cervantes came aboard, striding along calmly, a stray spaniard jumped out at him, attacking with a rapier. With a sharp snap of his wrist, Cervantes blocked the man's blow, and returned it with leathal results, a mortal slash across the mans stomach. As the man died, Cervantes knelt down, shaking his head. "Shoulda stayed hidden lad, you coulda had a chance... Albiet, with the bitter sea..." Taking the mans jeweled rapier, Cervantes patted his head as the lad closed his eyes forever.

An hour passed as the gallion was scoured from top to bottom, several men were thrown overboard, men of little consequence. Those with any claim to royalty and riches were kept, bound, and locked away. One of his crew-men came to Cervantes and gave the bad news. "Captain, there's a woman aboard ther gallion who's barred herself into a cabin... Reason to believe she is of some worth..." Cervantes scowled. "Show me to it boy." He hissed. And so he came to the locked cabin. Pausing for a moment, he listened against the door, then stepped back and knocked. "M'lady, you hear me in thar?"

 

[Ravenloft]

OOC: That was me up there... Its your go Pagancowgirl. Hope you like it.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth sat huddled in a corner of her cabin, her arms wrapped around her knees. Trying to block out the sounds of the men being slaughtered had done no good, and she was sick with fear and revulsion.

She jumped as someone knocked on the door, stifling a scream with her fist. She'd barred the door and pushed her trunk against it when the galleon was boarded, but she knew if someone really wanted in, nothing would stop them. Her only hope was that the contents of the trunk would satisfy them, and they'd leave her alone.

She gazed at the trunk with tears in her eyes. Everything she owned, everything she valued was in that trunk. Her dowry for a man she'd never met. Her father had set her on this ship and bade her farewell with no more than a letter of introduction to the man she was to marry.

"M'lady, you hear me in thar?"

She didn't answer, simply shrank tighter against the wall and began to pray.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

With an annoyed sigh, Cervantes turned and walked a few paces away. "Break the door down." He ordered of the three men who had come with him. They set to it, having brought a heavy log with them. The hall wasn't terribly long, but there was enough room to give the impromptu ram enough force to break the door in. As soon as the door was broken, the men dropped their ram and made to climb into the room. "Back away, ye dogs!"
He shot as they flinched, conceding to his command.

Cervantes came to the shattered hole in the door. Peering in he called. "M'lady..." Turning his pale blue eyes upon her, he reguarded her for a moment, his black hair falling over into his face. Sniffing at her startled silence, he looked down upon the trunk she'd used to block the door.

Silently, he pushed it back with his foot and flicked the latch with his toe. He unsheathed his scimitar and opened the lid with the blade. His eyes lit up briefly at the sight of the treasure contained within. Flashing the woman a smile, he turned away, and looked to his men. "Bring the woman, and the chest... I will be waiting aboard the Sea Wolf." He pushed past them then and stopped at the end of the tight hall, craning his head back to look at his men sharply. "And leave the woman unmarked, else I will mark ye in return." He said calmly, giving each of them a sharp look.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth shuddered as she heard the order to break down her door. She'd known it would happen, but the reality was terrifying. Finding her courage, she stood up, leaning against the wall for support and waited.

When the door was broken, she had a glimpse of filthy, rough looking men, and then an order was barked for them to back off. A man peered into the room. His eyes were like ice, set in the face of a scarred angel. Elizabeth cringed as his gaze met hers and then fell to the trunk.

When the pirate had looked into the trunk and gone away again, the men who were to bring her came into the room. The unwashed smell of them was nearly over powering. Elizabeth ignored their presence as best she could, tied her long curly black tresses at the nape of her neck with a ribbon, and donned her cloak. These men may be taking her prisoner, but she'd be damned if they'd take her pride.

The men were staring at her. She stared back haughtily, refusing to let them see her fear.

"She's a perty one, she is."

"D'ya think himself will share thisun like t'others?"

"Aye, he will. Else we'll find a way to leave no marks, and have her anyway."

Elizabeth suppressed a shudder and turned to leave the cabin. She'd take her own life with the dagger in her corset before one of these smelly dogs would so much as touch her.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

A half an hour passed as Cervantes sat in his captains chambers. He'd had a small meal of cured meat and cheeze placed out, along with a tall bottle of wine. He waited for the spaniard woman to be brought up. She was being led to his chambers at that moment. One of the crewmen knocked at the door. "Captain, we've brought the woman." He called through the door. "Good, send er in." Cervantes called back.

One of the men opened the door and another, that stood behind the woman slapped at her posterior, sending her a step forward. The three men laughted racously. "Shut up!" Cervantes shot from inside his chambers, having sat, with his legs propped up on the table before him. "Leave us..." He hissed with the wave of his hand. He focused his eyes upon the woman. "Come in, M'lady, we need to speak I fear."

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth stepped into the room, refusing to look at the pirate who was seated at the table. Refusing to speak when spoken to. She simply stood, head held high, shoulders back, and silently cursed every man on the ship.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

"Sit, have a bite to eat. You're gonna be here for awhile..." Cervantes said as he grazed his eyes along the woman's bodice.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth sat, as ordered. Her cloak still about her shoulders, but doing little to disguise the fact that when the galleon had been boarded, she'd been preparing for bed. Her dress was unlaced over her corset, her breasts barely hidden. She refused to cover herself further though, simply could not allow herself to show any weakness.

She looked at the man across the table from her, assessing his features, and trying to get a sense of what he was capable of. His eyes were menacing as they perused her, seeming to leave a trail of coldness on her skin.

She was unable to resist the lure of food, and slowly raised a piece of meat to her lips. "Who are you?" she asked before sinking her teeth into the meat.

He appeared surprised that she'd spoken, or perhaps that she'd managed for her voice not to tremble and relay her fear.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

"I am Cervantes De Leon, scourge of the black sea, M'lady!" He said almost incredulously as he removed his feet from the table and leaned forward, his hands planted flat before him. "You mean to say, you had no idea the pirates that command these waters?" He asked as he stood himself up, supported by his hands. He eyed her sharply, only to have them return to her loose fitting bodice.

 

[Calamity Jane]

"I know nothing of the sea, and even less of pirates. This is my first voyage and, it would seem my last."


Standing up and backing a step as he leaned across the table, Elizabeth demanded, "Now that you have my dowry, would you throw me into the depths like the poor men on my transport? You are a vile man, Cervantes de Leon."

She spun away from his gaze, turning her back. As she did, her cloak fell to the floor. She stood, trembling with fear and anger and tried to think of a way out of this mess.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Standing straight, Cervantes pushed his seat back, and moved toward the woman. He reached out and spun her about to face him by her bare shoulder. "You will not turn your back on me." He said in a calm, commanding voice. He relented, and stepped back a pace. "I have no intention of tossin you to the sea. Surely, to have obtained a dowry like that, you must be worth a great deal to someone. You're job here, now, is to tell me who that someone is... So that they might pay for your... Safe return..." He said as his eyes drifted back to her breasts and his lips turned up in a lacivious smirk. "And as far as being a 'vile' man... That is your opinion... I do what I must to survive..."

 

[Calamity Jane]

"Don't. Touch. Me." Elizabeth said through her teeth. "No one is going to pay you for my return. My sole worth is in that chest that you've stolen. It is filled with my dowry, and every possession I can claim. I am useless to you. Now, remove your hand from me, please."

Elizabeth stepped away again, uncomfortable so close to this man. Even through her anger and fear, she recognized the signals of attraction, and she was very attracted to this man. In another place... but, she was promised to another, and duty bade her follow through.

She wished for her cloak to cover herself against his eyes, but it was on the floor at his feet, and she was loath to go and claim it.

"Are you going to allow me to sleep DeLeon? Or do vile pirates prefer their hapless captives die of exhaustion?"

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Following the woman with a dark look in his eyes, Cervantes was quiet for a moment. When she asked if she may sleep, he looked up, into her eyes. "Aye, there is a bed through the far door, when you awake, we will speak at length..." He said in far too calm of a voice. He knelt down and picked up her cloak then and handed it to her.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Refusing to thank him, Elizabeth took the proffered cloak and walked into the bed chamber. Looking around, she assessed the obvious wealth in the room. "Only what he must to survive." She muttered, thinking that his idea of survival was much different from her own.

She sat on the edge of the bed, wrapping her cloak tightly about her. Remembering the small dagger hidden between her breasts, she removed it, and clutched it in her hand. She knew she would not sleep, but at least she was in away from that man, and felt somewhat safe with the knife in her grip.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Sitting in the chair that the woman had abandoned for his bed room, Cervantes took hold of the bottle of wine. Uncorking it, he tipped it to his lips. He drank several swallows before he drew it away. A few minutes passed and he'd drained a good third of the bottle. Taking a bite of the meat and cheeze, he went back to drinking.

Eventually, he got restless, just setting there, and looked up toward his bed room. Standing, he had to catch himself, the bottle sloshed, over half empty. He began to walk toward his room then, taking the bottle with him.

He pushed the door to his room open and leaned against its frame nonchalantly, peering in at the woman. Breathing in a deep breath, he let it out in a long, deep tone. "Havn't fallen t sleep yet eh?" He said as he took a step toward her, the bottle in his hand sloshing as he did.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth looked up as the pirate stopped in the doorway. He was obviously drunk, and she could smell the wine on him. He made a comment about her not sleeping and she dropped her gaze.

"I'm too tired and scared to sleep. Please, just go back to your bottle and leave me alone."

Looking up at him again, hating the tears she knew showed in her eyes, she whispered, "Please."

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Undetered by her words, Cervantes came to her side and planted himself next to her. "I will, I will leave you be if you tell me one thing... The name of the man you were promised to... If I were he, I would give up a fortune for one like you..." Cervantes whispered next to her ear as his hand slipped along her thigh, sneeking slowly inward, toward her sex.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth jumped as he sat next to her on the bed. His proximity was more than her heart could take, and it started pounding in her chest.

"His name is John Mac Govern. That's all I can tell you, as I've never met him."

Her hand moved to cover his as it slid up her thigh. She meant to push it away, but simply laid her hand over his and looked at him. Licking her lips in nervousness.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

"That is all I need know..." He breathed hotly against her ear as his hand continued to slip inward, mere inches from her covered pussy. His grip on her inner thigh tighened ever so slightly. "Good John Mac Govern will be sent word of his betrothed's abduction along with a randsom for her return..." He continued to breath against her ear.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth allowed him to continue touching her as she thought of ways to escape. She was trying hard to not be aroused by this man, by his touch, his breath, his voice... what was important was that she escape. Not just this boat and this man, but her father and her fiance as well.

Her grip tightened on the dagger she still held. As DeLeon leaned closer, she brought the tip up under his chin, barely pricking the tender flesh.

"I told you not to touch me. There will be no ransom. If, by some miracle, the man I am promised to was willing to pay your ransom, I would not go to him."

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Raising his chin off the point of her blade, Cervantes grasped ahold of her wrist tightly, almost painfully tight. He fixed dangerous eyes upon her as he sat the bottle of wine down gently, so as not to spill it, then reached up to pluck the dagger from her captured hand. "Only draw arms upon me if you intend to kill, woman." He growled, showing his teeth as he did. He pushed her down onto her back and snapped forward to hover over her. "Do you understand?" He asked sharply.

 

[Calamity Jane]

"Yes, believe me, I understand perfectly, and next time I will kill you. Now release me and take yourself from the chamber. I grow tired of your drunkeness."

Elizabeth prayed that he believed her show of bravado. Almost as much as she hoped he had no idea how aroused she was. This man had unknowingly rescued her from a loveless marriage to a stranger, but that did not entitle him to touch her.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

His expression growing smug, cervantes sniffed. "If I bared my chest could you plung that dagger o yers into my heart?" As he spoke, he pulled his silk shirt open, exposing his chest. His eyes trailed toward the dagger which lay within her grasp, then back to her. He challenged her with a glance.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth shifted on the bed, trying to put distance between them, and succeeding only in pressing her body closer to his.

"And get your vile blood on my dress? I shall wait to kill you when you don't expect it and are sober enough to truly fear it."