Captured! (open)

[silvertongue217]

“Look lively gents!” Angel roared moving across the deck his brown coat swishing as he clapped some of his men on the back. The reaper drove forward gliding across the water like butter as it advanced on the merchants ship. It was bearing the seal of the British trading company which meant the captain was either bold or a fool. These were notorious pirate waters and bearing any coat of arms was practically asking to get picked on. Of course British officers were notoriously egotistical and the fool probably thought his majesty’s ship could handle any thing.

Well time to prove him wrong

“Left guns shoot out a warning take out their sails” Angel roared nodding at his first mate Connor to keep them on a steady mate as he pulled out his curved Persian sword a gift from his fathers treasure chest. He ignored that unpleasant thought and instead roared with his crew watching as they thumped on the wood. He smiled pleased at getting them pumped up and quickly clambered up the mast grabbing onto the lowest hanging sail and pulling himself up. He balanced on the beam expertly moving across to the edge and waiting until his ship took out the sails and moved in for the kill. His ship the reaper was smaller than the warship but it was made to get in close grapple and cripple a ship larger so his expertly trained crew could take care of the rest.

He was the Angel of the death and his ship was the ringer bringing him to his victim

His ship got close enough and he jumped pulling out his sword and landing on the deck with a roll. His other soldiers jumped on as well the rest grabbing boarding hooks and latching on. Angel ignored all that however his sword already plunging it’s way into a British officer before he could even raise his musket in defense. He jumped across the deck his sword flashing and tow more were down.

“Is that enough!” Angel called to the rest who were aiming to shoot him. He ducked before they could answer and was rewarded for his action by the bullets thudding into the wood behind him. He pulled out a Grenada and lit the fuse counting for a few seconds before tossing it on the far side where the soldiers were shooting his men from. He rose up his gun flying into his hands as he expertly picked off the rest of the soldiers taking pot shots at him.

“Got the captain cap’n” one of his men called thrusting a British officer forward.

“Thank’s pete” Angel called grabbing the man by his throat and lifting him “Good day mate me name’s Angel perhaps you heard of me if you have you’ll know to tell your men to stand down and let me take your wears if you do I’ll let you and your men live after taking your guns of course”

“We have no wares” The man said his face twisted “we are on a mission back to Kingston for resupply”

“Hmmmm” Angel said snorting “Kingston’s opposite of where your going mate I’m afraid you’ll have to do better than that” He said before throwing the captain against the railing.

“Search the ship” He said turning to his men “find whatever he was transporting and find it now!”

 

[haremfaery]

"Pirates!" The call resounded around the ship. The captain found Elizabeth Fowler in her cabin and moved her to his own for safety until the battle was over. She hid inside an armoire crouching down amid the captain's clothes. She held a pistol he had given her in both hands and placed her small dagger in her bodice between her breasts. If the pirates did prevail, she planned to make at least one play dearly. Unfortunately, from the sound of it, things were not going well.

She was on her way to Kingston to marry the son of a wealthy merchant there. They had known each other as children. Her father was well connected and the marriage would assure her of a life to which she had become accustomed. She had been assured that she had nothing to fear on her journey. She could see those assurances meant nothing.

The noise topside subsided. She could hear the thuds as some men came below. She tried to will herself to invisibility as she took shallow breaths. Her heart fluttered like a trapped bird. She heard the door open. Someone walked around the room. From the sound of it, he went to the captain's desk and opened drawers, then to the chest against the wall and the drawers under the bed. The footsteps came nearer. He would either think she was but a pile of clothes in the armoire, or she would be found out. She made a silent prayer and waited with mounting apprehension.

 

[silvertongue217]

The man stopped noticing her and smiling “Well what’s that there love” He said noticing the pistol cocked and squatting down “you going to shoot me?” He asked raising an eyebrow and running a hand over his bald shiny head before chuckling “I wouldn’t recommend that your outnumbered which means if you shoot me then there will still be 39 of us up there who wouldn’t take to kindly of that”

He shot his hand out wrestling the pistol out of her hand before twirling it expertly “nice gun” He remarked grabbing her wrist arm and gently pulling her up “Why don’t you hang onto that” he said tucking it into the bodice of her dress before “guiding” her out onto the deck. The deck had been cleared the dead dropped and the rest of the ship stripped clean. The rest of the crew was hopping in between the two ships loading and checking every thing like properly trained sailors.

“What’s this then Mr. Clean?” Angel said coming over noticing the pretty young girl with the pistol tucked into her breast. He could see some of his men leering but paid it no mind. They knew better than to take….. liberties with any thing special they captured. Angel treated them more like family then a crew and it was a point of pride of his that he managed to form such a tight knot bond with his crew. They were due to another port in a mere matter of days which meant they would leave her alone

For now

“Found her in the cargo hold cap’n” Mr. Clean said nodding at her “fiery little lass aimed a gun at me looks like this is what the captain was trying so desperately to hide from us I found paperwork stating she belongs to a wealthy merchant father and is engaged to a wealthy merchant family as well”

“So wealthy” Angel said chuckling his brown cloak wishing softly as he walked over to her “And I bet they’d pay a pretty penny for your safe return” He remarked cupping her cheek and getting a good look at her.

“Alright Mr. Clean she’s your responsibility” Angel said nodding at her “get her on board and put her in my cabin let her keep the knife put take away the gun she can earn it back “ he said causing the other pirates to laugh as he gave her a mock bow.

“Welcome to the Reaper what’s your name lass?”

 

[haremfaery]

(("Mr. Clean" made me laugh.))

Elizabeth stood with her back straight. Her blue eyes flashed at the pirate captain. "Elizabeth Fowler." She lifted her chin in defiance. "I demand you take me to [insert appropriate port-o-call here] immediately." Some of her red tresses had come loose from their pins and curled over her left shoulder. The pirate captain cut a dashing figure but she refused to be impressed.

The pirate called Mr. Clean took her by the elbow and led her to the side of the ship where she was manhandled over to the smaller pirate ship. The men were more respectful than she thought they would be, but then she was being held for ransom and it wouldn't do to harm her.

Mr. Clean left her in the pirate captain's cabin. She didn't even know the name of the knave. She looked around the small room trying to get a sense of the man who held her fate in his hands and wondered how long she would have to live among these ruffians. She looked at the captain's bed with its rumpled bedclothes. She shook her head and turned away to look out the small window. The captain wouldn't dare touch her if he valued his life. He must return her to her father unharmed. She repeated that thought a few times as a mantra to help calm her.

She paced a little still filled with adrenaline after all the excitement. She looked at the captain's desk and wondered if she should write a letter to her father about her predicament.

 

[silvertongue217]

Angel stayed out on the deck overseeing every thing and making sure his crew got every last speck of valuables off the British ship. He finally nodded at Mr. Clean wordlessly stating he was satisfied. With a great big below the man took charge getting every one back into position and soon they were off gliding across the water with a full wind on their back. He breathed in the salty sea air taking in the magnificent waters as well he always found the ocean to be the grandest most beautiful place of course he had seen some real wonders in the Caribbean Islands but to him any thing paled in comparison to being out on the ocean.

“Alright gents” He called turning to every one “were going to Havana for some much needed down time also I need to send a ransom letter to the young girls hubby to be” He said causing a few people to snicker.

“Mr. Clean you have the deck” He said waiting for the “aye cap’n” before going back to his cabin. He opened the door and stepped inside noticing her rooting around his desk.

“You know people don’t like a snoop love” He said pulling off his brown coat and hanging it on the hook in the wall “We’ll be in Havana in a few days then I can send the note to your husband and father and figure out how much they are worth until then I suggest you behave my men will be respectful of you and so will I as long as we get respect back” He explained going over to the desk and sitting down.

“Hungry?” He asked raising an eyebrow

 

[haremfaery]

She spun around quickly. The scent of lavender and vanilla swirled aorund the desk. "I wasn't snooping." Her spine stiffened. "I was bored. I was looking for something to read. A foolish quest, I know."

She sniffed when he took a seat before offering her one. So she sat on the chair on the other side of the desk. "Why should I show any respect to a pirate, a kidnapper, and a murderer?" Her cheeks were flushed and her bosom rose and fell in her indignation.

"No." She snapped. "Yes. A little. Maybe..." Three days or more on this ship with him and then how many days in Havana while she waited for her father and husband-to-be to pay her ransom? This was unacceptable. "Return me to my father at once or you'll have more naval ships after you than you can handle."

She was clearly a woman used to getting her own way.

 

[silvertongue217]

“And you think it to be a foolish quest because?” He asked his patience growing thin. This was clearly a woman who didnt know the meaning of the word captive the way she threw her weight around and talked to him was a clear lack of respect one he couldn’t let her get away with. Respect was some thing he commanded from the men he had as his crew and even though they wouldn’t follow in her footsteps it would do no good for morale to see him getting bossed around by a woman.

“So because I am a pirate I surely don’t know how to read correct?” He asked coolly getting up and letting the chair squeak back “I will have you know Lass that I have sailed these seas and ones far more erotic and have read things in languages you’ve probably never heard of I could have lent you some personal tomes of mine to make this journey more pleasant for you but I see you need to be taught a lesson so let me make a few things clear”

He made sure he had her attention before continuing “We killed every one on that ship those who didn’t join us that is we also set it ablaze now a ship will surely find it but they wont have any clue the name or who to contact about it and as for a fleet of ships coming due to the weather they wont catch us in time you see your father will have no way of knowing your whereabouts until I send him a letter and I confirm I have you now he will probably pay your ransom but he wont know what stat you are in until he gets you back which means quite frankly I can do whatever I want to you and still earn a pretty penny now your lucky I am a good and sort of honorable pirate or I would take you and then give you to my crew…… which I could do and your father would b none the wiser until your home and I have me money instead however I think you need to be taught some manners and the value of hard work”

He laughed and walked over plucking the dagger out of her bodice and looking at her dress “You’ll start by swabbing the deck lass do it and you’ll get a good hearty supper don’t and it’ll b just enough to sustain you a pretty little thing like you probably is used to getting a nice big meal well here we work for it understand?”

 

[haremfaery]

"I expect you have some schooling captain, else how would you know to count your money and pay your men?" But she had a hard time imagining that this man could read Latin and Greek.

She frowned when he said she needed to be taught a lesson, but he began talking before she could protest. He hammered home the reality of her situation. She had been denying the fate of the ship and her crew. His threats chilled her to the bone. And the knave actually laughed at her and removed her dagger. His alternative was certainly preferable to being handed over to his crew, but, "Menial labor? For me? I know nothing of swabbing decks. You'll have to think of something else for me to do--I could tidy your cabin." she suggested looking at his rumpled bed. Her attitude was an attempt to cover the cold lump of fear in her belly about her predicament.

 

[silvertongue217]

“Lucky for you lass Mr. Clean can show you all you need to be shown” Angel said noticing her looking at his rumbled bed and shaking his head “I don’t give any one on this crew the easy route and since you decided to mouth off that makes you an honorary member of the crew which means you will do crew work as long as you behave however you can sleep in here if you wish I may trust my men but you don’t need to be sleeping with them of course if you keep throwing my kindness in my face….” He said letting the words hang solemnly before grabbing a bottle of rum off his desk.

“First thing to being a pirate” He said handing her the bottle of rum “Fights of scurvy and helps with morale go ahead lass have your self a swig then we’re putting that lovely arse of yours to work” He said chuckling lightly before stepping behind her and opening his door.

“Mr. Clean”

 

[haremfaery]

"So your crew mouths off to your frequently?" Elizabeth said smugly. "Then I shall fit right in."

She looked at the rumpled bed again. "Just because I will share your room, does not mean I will share your bed." She took the bottle of rum and took a drink making a face at the burning sweetness of it.

Elizabeth went topside with Mr Clean who gave her a bucket and mop then led her to the afterdeck and told her to start mopping. She dunked the mop in the water bucket then plopped it on the deck and pushed it around a little.

Mr Clean sighed, "No, lass. Ye put the mop in the water, then ye wring it out. Thus." He demonstrated. "Then ye start here an' move the mop back an' forth, like. Back and forth. Back an' forth. The ye dunk it an' wring it an' do it again. From one end o' the deck to the other." He handed her the mop. "Now hop to and maybe ye'll be finished come dinnertime."

It was difficult to bend in her corset and fine dress. She was awkward. She also did not have the skill to be efficient and wasted time and effort. But Mr Clean saw that she was doing a passably fair job of it and went about other business on deck, glancing at her occasionally to make sure she was still working.

Elizabeth had to stand and straighten her back often. Her hands were red and beginning to blister. The hem of her dress was water stained. The afternoon sun was hot and she was without her hat. She wondered if her trunks of clothes and other personal items had been brought on board and if so, where were they? She wiped sweat from her forehead with her forearm and as she bent to wring the mop again, she fell over in a swoon. The heat, the rum, and the tight corset combined to take her breath away.

 

[silvertongue217]

“Oh hell” Angel said looking at her unconscious body “We might have overdid it” He finally said looking over at Mr. Clean.

“Aye sir” Mr. Clean said raising an eyebrow “we should have given her a change of clothes”

“Well she aint going to be happy with us for what I have to do” Angel murmured shaking his head “go ahead and pick her up”

Mr. Clean picked her up cradling her gently bringing her back into his cabin. He set her on the bed and Angel got to work pulling out the knife hidden in his boot and quickly cutting the ties on the back of her corset. He tried to keep the poor girls modesty in tact taking off her dress and corset and putting her in one of his long T-shirts. He watched Mr. Clean come back in with a jug of fresh water and food and Angel made sure she drank messaging her throat to get the water down.

“Alright she should be fine” Angel said turning to Mr. Clean “Let’s go ahead and give her some space poor girls probably going to be freaked out when she wakes up in just a T –shirt”

“I would hate to be you sir” Mr. Clean said chuckling

“Why? I’m going to tell her you were the one who changed her clothes”

 

[Hannah_bigtits]

Role play?

 

[haremfaery]

((LOL, I doubt they said 'freaked out' back then And it wouldn't be a tee shirt, it would just be a shirt, you know billowy sleeves, open neck, and I think the shirts actually came to mid-thigh.))

Elizabeth moaned and put a hand to her head, "What happened?" She lifted her head up and put it down again feeling a dull pounding behind her eyes.

She waited a few minutes and then moved her head. No pain, that was good. She sat up slowly and looked about the small cramped room. Not the captain's cabin obviously. She didn't remember how she got here. The deck, the mopping, the heat ... that was all.

Then she realized she wasn't dressed. She moved swiftly out of the bed and looked for her clothes. She found her dress and her underpinnings and her corset. Ruined. Or at least it needed new laces. She stamped her foot.

She got up and dressed, minus her corset, which she held in front of her like a shield and left the cabin. She made her way to the deck looking for the captain or Mr. Clean.

She found the captain on the bridge. "You've ruined my cor--my clothes!" She thrust the corset at him and them pulled it back against her self consciously. Her hair was in disarray and her eyes flashed.

 

[silvertongue217]

(I think they called it tunic’s and leggings but shrugs I am not anal about accuracy to the fine point)

“I actually cut your clothes lass” Angel said appearing from below deck with his tunic off. His tan skin was covered in scars and sweat giving him a gleaming appearance as he regarded her “Those corsets you ladies like to wear are death traps it was cutting off the air to your lungs Mr. Clean and I should have given you some clothes to work in” He finally admitted clearing his throat.

“The Cap’n has laid out some fresh linens for you” Mr. Clean cut in glancing at Angel “You best go change out of that dress lass you’ll find a Tunic and some leggings on the bed”

“After that I’m going to show you how to man the wheel” Angel said nodding at the pirate currently steering the ship “Consider it an apology for almost killing you”

 

[haremfaery]

((I used to do medieval reenactment, so I know more about clothes from that period. I found a website that explains clothing from this times period for people of different classes. Wow, Elizabeth has lots of layers on, no wonder she fainted. Three petticoats under her dress, plus the shift underneath it all. And it seems the corsets were called stays in this time period. Men wore shirts and breeches or trousers by then. Breeches were the knee length ones and trousers were long(er) and usually worn by working class. I love doing research--can you tell? ))

"You cut my clothes!?" Elizabeth spun on the captain preparing another tirade. And stopped when she saw him standing there like a bronzed god in the sun. She blinked when he spoke again coming back to herself.

"Yes, yes. Let me go change." She nodded and went below.

She found the clothes laid out on the bed as Mr. Clean had said. She left her stockings on and pulled on the shirt and breeches fumbling a bit with the unfamiliar fastenings. She felt practically naked without her stays on. She buttoned on the waistcoat, which did nothing to help the feeling of being exposed. The waistcoat was big on her. The breeches were too big in the waist and rested on her hips even with the shirt tucked in to add bulk.

She didn't know which felt stranger, her unrestricted breasts or that fact that she was wearing men's breeches. They felt ... wrong.

She squared her shoulders and went back up to the bridge. She crossed her arms protectively over her chest. "So ... where did you put my trunks? They contain the rest of my clothing."

 

[silvertongue217]

“Your clothes?” Angel said raising an eyebrow “you’re seriously worried about your clothes?” He said trying to keep the contempt and disdain out of his voice. This girl was clearly used to getting her way but the fact that she still didn’t understand the gravity of the situation and where she was was borderline annoying to him so much so that he began to feel his left eye twitching.

He took a steady breath and then glanced at Mr. Clean trying no to notice how much the man was enjoying this.

“Your clothes are safe downstairs” He finally said keeping his voice very calm “But there not ideal for being on a ship for now you will wear these kind of clothing” He said nodding at what she was wearing.

“Come on let me take you to see the sails” He said surprising her by taking her hand. He led her over to the sails and spent the next few hours teaching her as best he could trying to make it as fun as possible for her. He taught her how to climb up and down the riggings and how to secure herself as well as how to unfurl the larger sails.

 

[haremfaery]

((Angel can teach her about the names of the sails and what they do and maybe...maybe have her climb up a mast a little ways, but there's no way she has the strength or the desire to go climbing on the rigging like a monkey, let alone be able to unfurl a sail. Yikes. I personally have a fear of heights and no upper body strength and can't imagine that sort of thing. Nat that it means my char is the same way, I just can't see a sheltered, proper English woman doing this sort of thing.))

Elizabeth was clearly relieved that her trunks were on board, even if the captain didn't think they were appropriate on a pirate ship. If she was expected to use a mop or do other menial tasks, he was right, wearing a corset and silks were not appropriate. At least this way no more of her clothes would be ruined.

She listened attentively. Elizabeth had always been a good student. She learned the names of the different sails on the ship and watched as the men scurried along rigging as nimble as monkeys. She learned which sails were unfurled under which conditions.

I was rather glorious to be out on the open sea with the wind in her hair. There was a sense of freedom that she had never felt before.

"Captain? Have you always been a pirate or did something happen to turn you to this life of crime on the high seas?"

 

[silvertongue217]

(woman worked on pirate ships all the time during this age there are even a few famous ones your probably right at her current state she wouldn’t have been able to do it but she could have still learned it and given some time she would have even been able to)

Her question caught him off guard and he turned to her raising an eyebrow before looking back out at the sea. He was impressed with how well she was taking to sailing, she was a quick study a very rare trait in this world. The men he employed were good and could even be smart (when they wanted to be) but he never had some one take so quickly to it like her. It was almost like fate wanted her to be up on the rigging with him…..

He shook the thought away and instead focused on her question “Aye Lass me father was a pirate and I snuck aboard to join him when I was a young pup even though he didn’t take to kindly to that he did teach me every thing he knew this ship is made out of what remained of his ship we got caught by a group of pirate hunters about four years after I joined him they sunk our ship I was the only survivor it took me years to track them down and kill them then I used their ships and my fathers own to create the reaper I became it’s angel of death”

“I don’t have any regrets either” He said anticipating her next question “I do what I want when I want I go where I please I have friends and have seen almost all of the world several times over”

 

[haremfaery]

((True, I do know about Mary Read and some of the other female pirates, but I don't think my pampered English lady would be able to do it even if she wanted to. I hadn't set my lady up to take to the pirating ways, we didn't talk about this. It's god modding to take over someone's char and have them do or feel things. If we talked about this ahead of time, I would have played her an entirely different way, but it wasn't how I saw her at all. I was making her the stuck-up pampered princess who wouldn't get her hands dirty. She might be interested in learning about navigation and keeping the accounts on board eventually, but I never saw her as becoming a sailor. And it's only her first day on board and Angel destroyed the ship she was on and most of those on board, so she isn't too positively disposed toward him right now despite how handsome and exotic he is.))

"So. Following in your father's nefarious footsteps. Why didn't he want you to be a pirate?" she cocked her head at him. "He preferred that you lead an honest life?" The wind loosed a tress of her red hair and she tried to tuck it behind her ear.

"I have heard that pirates have more freedom than crews on other ships. It seems a strange thing ... the opposite of what one would expect." she looked at him again. "I thought pirates stayed to their hunting grounds, not traveled the world. What made you do that? What were you looking for that you haven't found here? Besides helpless women to ransom."

 

[silvertongue217]

(It was a nice friendly gesture nothing more nothing less I didnt have her do any thing I simply wrote that he was teaching her how to do all of these things nothing more nothing less I may have said he led her over to the sails but I didnt put else in besides that she may not want to be a pirate or a sailor which is fine but he was simply being friendly towards her as a gesture of good faith. She may not want to gte her hands dirty but this is a pirate's ship with her being a stuck up pampered princess how did you think he was going to handle it? God modding would have been me actually taking control of your character and forcing her to climb up riggings and the like I took great deal to say he was showing her and teaching her so no it wasnt god modding but I am sorry I ld you to believe I was doing that)

"I never said he didnt want me to be a priate" Angel said shaking his head and snorting "My you ask many questions" he murmured shaking his head and looking out at the sea cocking his head to one side to take in the rolling waves. He was silent for a few minutes before he looked back at her and began speaking again.

"I wasnt looking for any thing" He said choosing his words carefully "I just wanted to travel after all if you have a ship why not go and see the world? It may have been a lengthy journey but I sailed every inch of the seven seas traveled to foreign and exotic lands most people have never heard of much less seen and got to see enough to fill several life times"

 

[haremfaery]

((Sorry, about that, but I read it that he was actually taking her into the rigging, not just explaining.))

"I was always a good student. I am curious and I like learning about things. And people." She looked out to sea with him doubting that they were seeing the same thing. She was lucky in that seasickness had never bothered her. She found the motion of the waves and the ship soothing. The salt air was invigorating.

"Freedom. The sea and your ship give you freedom. You are literally captain of your own fate." she sounded a bit wistful at that. "And your men seem happy to follow your fate whatever it may be."

 

[silvertongue217]

"Only because they trust me lass" Angel pointed out ignoring the wistful look and sound to her voice. She was pretty and smart but for her life would stop and end when she got married. Angel knew enough of the noble and merchant class to know what happened to the wives left to cook and take care of the children with nothing more than social events to keep them entertained. How many girls had Angel bed that were in her predicament? Who only craved a bit of excitement to be content? Angel thought about telling her that but wisely shut his mouth she was cargo nothing more and nothing less.

"They know to trust me and the direction I take them" Angel said nodding out at the sea "to better wages to more treasure to fresh and exotic places I do what I do for my crew in hopes they reward m with their loyatly and trust"

 

[haremfaery]

Elizabeth watched the crew going about their duties. The ship was like a well oiled machine, each man knew what to do and when to do it. "Trust is important, I suppose. But it seems a strange word applied to pirates. So there is honor among pirates as there is among thieves?"

The captain just didn't fit the picture of bloodthirsty pirate at all. "What happens if someone disobeys? Do you really make them walk the plank?" the breeze blew her lock of hair free again and she let it whip her face.

 

[silvertongue217]

“No” Angel said laughing “If they attempt a mutiny then I drop them off as a deserted island if they simply disobey it depends on the level of disobedience it’s always hard to punish some one but I will if I have to if it gets bad enough then I drop them off at the next port or some thing along those lines”

“It’s a lot like a regular sailors ship” Angel said shrugging “we work together live together and fight with on another our lives depend on the other I don’t know about the whole honor among thieves thing but honor is a big deal for the crew of a ship” He explained nodding at the crew working.

“Well Lass you’ve earned some supper” Angel said getting up and stretching his back muscles “come on to my cabin and I will have Mr. Clean bring us some dinner”

 

[haremfaery]

"Oh. So a slow death abandoned on an island instead of a quick one in the sea." She mused on that for a moment.

She gave him a smirk when he mentioned supper. "Earned it, did I? After fainting from using a mop for twenty minutes? I will confess, I am famished even though ladies should never admit such a thing. I think the salt air improves one's appetite." Her face had been touched by the sun from her time on deck and gave her a healthy glow. She followed him to his cabin wondering what they ate on board.