Pirates of the Carribean

[Ambrosious]

OOC: Long post. Take a break while reading. LOL. It is open to everyone and all characters are up for grabs.

IC:
The call came off the port bow on a blustery Sunday afternoon. The couple on board the luxury yacht was on their vacation and had saved everything they could for the past two years so that they could now be here on this “cruise”. It was a 16 foot luxury sloop and Dan, the husband of the couple, was the “captain”. Of course he knew nothing of sailing or navigation, but his wife Marcy never brought that up. They were both sunning themselves when the call came in.

“Storm clouds brewing at 2 o’clock, captain! It looks to be a tough one. What do you want to do?”

Dan sat up and looked in the general direction of the storm as the clouds boiled and brewed and built in intensity.

“Can we sail around?” he asked.

“Don’t rightly know, Cap’m,” was the response from Harvey, the “first mate” who was really captain of this vessel, and the owner as well. “We can try to run for it, which is what I would do, if I was Captain.”

“Sounds good to me. Hoist the sail thingies. Batten down the other things. Let’s sloop this on in the shooter,” Dan commanded. The crew went to work. Even though they understood not one word of what he had asked them to do, they knew their jobs. A couple of them smiled at the things Dan said, but most of them had heard much worse in their time from a multitude of “captains”.

The yacht turned 140 degrees which faced it in the exact opposite direction of the storm head and the sail tightened. The first breezes reached the yacht and one could smell the ozone being driven in front of the storm. No one was really worried; they had seen much worse. The crew fell into a steady rhythm and the yacht started to make progress against the approaching storm. That didn’t last long, though. The storm picked up speed and it looked like it picked up intensity as well, with the clouds becoming even darker, and lightning being played out along the fringes of the storm. Harvey looked at the clouds then at the couple sunning themselves on the deck. No sense in worrying them just yet. The storm would overtake them soon enough.

Two hours later and they were in the thick of things. The storm lashed out at the boat and the waves rocked it back and forth. Marcy was fast becoming seasick. Dan stood next to Harvey and helped fight the wheel for some control. The yacht lurched back portside and almost dumped a couple of crewmen into the “dunk” before righting itself. It slung starboard hard and righted itself before once more going portside. The wheel spun out of control, as neither man had the strength to wrest control of it. The ship was in bad shape with cables snapping and the sails flapping madly about. Time seemed to slow down and every twist and move was drawn out and exaggerated. They fought like this for an hour or two before spotting the ship approaching them through the sheets of rain.

The ship that came at them was a huge affair. It dwarfed the yacht they were on by several measures. The mast of the Yacht came up to about half way on the body of the monster that looked down at them. The sails alone were three times the size of the yacht. Dan noticed the small flag flying at the top of the main mast and relaxed. This must be part of the whole vacation experience, for the ship bearing down upon them was flying an honest to goodness skull and crossbones! Pirates! This would be fun. Dan figured he would have to “fight” them off and “protect” Marcy’s virtue. He was starting to get into it when he noticed the confused look on Harvey’s face.

The ship pulled up beside the tiny yacht and let out an old, worn, wooden plank snaked out from the bowels of the ship and onto the deck of the yacht. The storm still raged on, however it took on a surreal aspect, adding to the intrigue of what was happening. Harvey scowled at the plank, then at Dan, then at the ship. Scowling didn’t really help matters, but it made Harvey feel better.

A lone figure emerged from the doorway in the body of the ship and walked the length of the plank and arrived on the deck of the yacht in short order.

“Hello, there good people. Allow me to introduce myself! My name is Bluebeard. Captain Blue to my friends. You can call me Bluebeard,” the newcomer said with a chuckle and continued. “You and your ship are now my property. You will not resist and I will keep you as pets, later you may earn a place in my crew. For now though, gather your belongings and follow me to my cabin on board Her Majesty’s Dervish so that we may become better acquainted.” He spoke with a flourish and was being overly dramatic, thought Dan.

Harvey sized up what was happening and immediately flew into action. He screamed like a banshee and charged Bluebeard, with the intent of throwing him into the sea. The storm still played out around them and the rain slick deck made footing impossible. Harvey slipped and fell at Bluebeard’s feet, who promptly broke out in peals of laughter. He continued to laugh as he withdrew a curved sword from its sheath, and he continued to laugh as he ran Harvey through with that sword. Marcy screamed.

“Now, stop resisting and follow me, like I asked you to at the start of our encounter.” Bluebeard said. Dan nudged Marcy and the two of them climbed up on the plank. He was in shock at what he had just witnessed, and so was Marcy. They were in no shape to resist. The crew of the yacht followed them up the plank and onto the pirate ship. Looking around was like looking back in time.

 

[Moneytalks]

ooc:... always wanted to play pirated... yippee!

IC:
Vixen was one of the pirate crew. She was 5'4" and svelt and initially many of the crew had attempted to bed her. They soon learnt the folly of such attempts. She had a wicked temper and uncanny skill with a dagger of which she kept a few on her person at all times. That was not to say she abhorred sex... this was far from the truth, she had extremely healthy appetites... but she only desired men who were strong enough to tame her. To date there had been few.

She watched Captain Blue herd the newly captured on board. She scowled in distaste. They dressed strangely and the man looked weak and useless. She heard the men make their habitual sexual comments about the woman and she studied that one more closely. Vixen grinned, they were right, she did look tempting. Her mind quickly turned to other things though. With fluid ease she swung down to the deck where Captain Blue stood.

"Captain... your orders?"


MARCY:
Clung to Dan. Her nuckles white with fear. They huddled together as they watched the vicious Captain Bluebeard bark orders to his crew. "Dan... Dan... what... what's happening?"

Dan shook his head... too afraid to speak it seemed. Marcy stopped looking to him for comfort and eyed Bluebeard fearfully.

 

[Ambrosious]

Blue turned to his crew and let out a mighty whoop.
"Grab while the grabbing's good! First come, first serve. Plunder is yours, I'm happy with what I found," he said as he eyed Marcy once again. Turning to Vixen he said, "Why don't you take this young fellow and show him what's what?! Consider him a present from me."

Blue roughly grabbed Marcy and pointed her in the direction of his cabin. This might take awhile, thought Bluebeard. "And when you are done plunderin', see if you can steer this lug out of this storm, eh?"

 

[Moneytalks]

VIXEN:

Vixen smirked at Marcy's look of terror as Captain Blue grabbed her arm and steered her away from Dan. She turned her attention to the man she'd been given as a present. She scowled at him. He was trembling.

"Here... follow me... might as well put you to some good use..." He just stared blankly at her. Vixen growled with displeasure and a couple of the crew turned to watch the show. Her hand came out and slapped Dan across the cheek stunning him. A red glow flushed his cheek, but it had the desired effect. His dazed expression cleared and he focused on her.

"Look boy... you pull yer weight and everybody wins okay?" Her eyes penetrated his. He nodded jerkily. Vixen didn't smile. "Right then... follow me..." She lead him towards two of the crew and left him to them. "See he earns his feed boys... keep it simple... I'll check on him later... if he gives you any cheek... fix it... but don't break him... understood?" They nodded in union.

Vixen watched as most of the crew clamoured on board the captured vessel. The rest of the crew listened to her as she barked orders. "Okay... you heard the Captain... look alive boys we're moving out of here..."

The men had made short work of clearing the captured vessel of it's contents. It didn't look like they had much in the way of treasured goods. Food and strange clothing was all they found. Vixen found this strange but kept the thoughts to herself as she got the crew working together to turn the great ship around and move them away from the storm.


*****************

MARCY:

Marcy suddenly realised she was in serious trouble. As Bluebeard lead her below deck she snapped to and started to struggle desperately against his firm grip. He laughed heartily at her desperate attepts to free herself.

Finally seeing she wasn't going to escape so easily she glared up at him and spoke clearly, "unhand me you horrible man!"

[Edited by Moneytalks on 12-01-2000 at 01:56 PM]

 

[poohlive]

Dan rubbed his cheek. Heat poured off of it, he swore she had drawn blood, although she hadn't. One of the chef's, a huge man with pudgey fingers grabbed him.
"Peel these potaters.."
He threw a knife at him, Dan ducked. The knife hit the opposite wall, under it was a pile of potatoes. He shook his head fiercely.
"I won't do it."
The hand came out of no where, but it wasn't a slap. It was a punch. The fat ass had punched him in the nose. Dan went down, feeling blood come out. He sobbed softly.
"Now, you gonna get to them potaters?"
Dan half crawled half walked to the potatoes, still crying softly. It had hurt, a lot. He began peeling potatoes, knicking his fingers every now and then. His nose had stopped bleeding after a while, but blood still caked the bottom half of his face. He looked up at the shef, his wide ass shifting about from one boiling pot to another.
He thought about plunging the knife into one of his plump temples, but thought against it. It would just cause more pain. His mind krept up to his wife. What was Blue beard making her do.
He shook his head, he didn't want to know the answer.
"Come on, get a going. She wants to see you."
Dan stood up, and walked out of the room.

 

[Moneytalks]

Dan was pushed forward and found himself stumbling into Vixen's cabin and looking around. He was intrigued by the old world look of it despite his discomfort. Finally his gaze rested on her. She sat casually and almost man like in a chair. The tight leather breeches tantalizingly modern in their appeal. The loose fitting blouse was almost outlandishly pirate-like, but the opening in the front showed off her cleavage to perfection.

Finally she turned to face him fully. Her eyes travelled the length of him and he fidgited, not used to such open inspection from a woman. She didn't look terribly pleased by what she saw. "I have some questions." She said abruptly holding up what looked like the gold Rolex Marcy had given him for Christmas. He reached forward as if to take it and Vixen shook her head 'no', snatching it out of his reach.

"I have never seen such precise workmanship... where are you from exactly?" Her eyes didn't waver as she watched him.

 

[Merelan]

Need a Marcy?

 

[poohlive]

Ooc: I don't know, Merelan. Moneytalks has been playing her, but I am sure if you talk to her nicely, she would let you two share... maybe. You could always mud wrestle for it!


Dan stared at her. She was beautiful though. He simply wanted to go to her, and cry until it was all over. At first he thought it was merely a dream. One of the planks had hit him, and he was unconscious. The red mark on his cheek, however, porved that it wasn't.
He was here, and so was she.
"I will tell you nothing."
>SLAP<
The hand came from nowhere. Dan was on his knees, a tear dropped to the wooden floor. Dan breathed in sharply. He wanted to hit her, hard, but he knew he would be dead before he even stood up. He saw the glint of sharp steel on her side.
"Answer the question." He felt something touch his crotch. From the firmness he knew it wasn't her hand.
"From New York... We are from New york."
"What? There is no New York, only York in London."
"The United States of America, that's where we are from I swear."
He felt the kick lodge squarely in his side. For an instant he admired her, she knew exactly where to place the most pain on his body. He wondered for a brief minute if she knew where the most pleasure was too.
He coughed once, and then twice. The wind was knocked out of him. He couldn't breath. He laid there, helpless on the floor. Soon the pain subsided though.
"No more lies."
Dan thought quickly, she had seen the watch. One of fine marksmenship. He had to think, what country made great...
"Switzerland!!! We are from Switzerland."
She poised her foot again. It was in the air, but she dropped it.
"Good, don't ever lie to me again."
Somehow, Dan knew that wasn't going to be a problem. She sat down, admiring the watch once more.
"A few more..." she began. Dan just hoped he could answer them.

 

[Moneytalks]

OOC:

Oh Poohlive... you're just dying to see that again aren't you? Perhaps this time I might actually initiate it... hmmm... you may live with that hope... [winks].

Merelan... if you'd really like to play Marcy then I'm happy to hand her over to you...


IC:

Vixen sat again at her desk still fingering the watch. He really was a pathetic breed of man. She had seen tears... actual tears in his eyes from the pain. She had also noted the anger... she almost hoped he would try and attack her... but he didn't. Perhaps he really was from Switzerland, they weren't know to breed good fighters really. It was really the only explanation that made any sense. Still there was his strange accent.

New York... United States of America? She'd have to remember all that jibberish. It made no sense, but that didn't mean it had not meaning to him. She could perhaps use that information later.

"What are you to the woman they dragged on board?"
"She... she is my wife..."
There was a silent pause.
"Your... wife?"
"Yes."
"Was it an arranged marriage?"
"No."
"Yet you let Captain Blue drag her away without even attempting to stop him? Is this how a man is with his woman in Switzerland? Do you know what he is doing to her?"
"...yes" he was tortured by the thought of it.
"Hmph"
"How come there were so few on board your vessel? And as the Captain... how is it you bring your wife with you on your voyage?"

Her sword lay on the desk surface but she had drawn out her favorite dagger which she used to clean her nails as she awaited his reply. Her booted foot rested on one knee causing her breeches to tighten even more across her shapely legs.

 

[poohlive]

Ooc: You know me, mud and women go together, like hunny and thighs.... lol.

Dan let his fists clench tightly. What was the point of all this. She was full of questions, but why was she so curious. Dan shook his head, this made no sense.
"Well..."
"We were on vacation. I was taking my wife to see some sights. She loves the ocean."
It seemed even worse than the other answer, but Dan wasn't about to let her know anything more than he could. He just wanted to leave. Why were people still playing pirates on the ocean? Where was the coast guard, or something. Someone should see this ship, and help them.
Someone had to....
"Where did you get such strange clothes?"
Dan forgot, " Old Navy."
"What?"
He cursed himself softly, "The royal navy, I got them from the royal navy."
Dan watched as she stood up, she walked around him. He could feel her eyes on him, somehow he didn't like it.
"That's not what you said."
Dan was starting to get angry again, this was stupid and pointless.
"No, before, I said Old Davey... he's the man in the royal navy who gave me the clothes."
She looked into his eyes, "What did I tell you about not lying."
He hand came up again. This time Dan didn't wait. He grabbed her around the stomach and pushed hard. She wasn't expecting it, and fell backwards. For one brief moment he thought he could overpower her.
She set her foot back, and kneed him in the stomach. Dan tried to grab something of her's, but only grabbed air. The hard floor seemed almost welcoming. After all, he had spent half of his time there.
"Asshole."
She didn't even seem hurt by his attack. Almost as if he had barely touched her. For some reason Dan thought that he had. She was a trained warrior, and he was an insurance salesman.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen scowled down at the man. She couldn't believe what a pathetic attempt he had made at attacking her. No wonder he'd let his wife be taken if that was all he was capable of. She regarded him coldly as he lay face down on the floor.

"Sit up!" She barked. He groaned as she pushed himself into a sitting position on the floor. He leaned heavily against the bunk that held her bedding. She let out a sharp breath of exhasperation as she regarded him.

"There is no way on earth anyone would allow the likes of you to Captain a ship of any kind... " She frowned down at him. This was altogether very strange. He winced slightly and she knew he was in considerable pain.

"Get yourself up on the bunk and get some rest... your no use to us exhausted. The rest of the questions can wait until later. He seemed surprised by her generosity. She watched him coldly not revealing her true intentions... she never did. He gingerly pushed himself to his feet and lowered himself onto the bunk. It was basic but he suddenly found himself to tired to think about it much. Gratefully he fell to sleep.

She regarded him curiously. Those clothes were very strange. She deftly started to remove them from his person. He was too deep asleep to be aware of it. She didn't flinch when she finally had him naked. She'd seen her share of naked men before. She did check him out rather carefully though. She was... marginally impressed by his make. She threw a blanket over him and shoved his clothes into her trunk locking it securely. She shoved her head out of the cabin door and whistled shrilly. Immediately one of the hands hurried over.

"Get a set of clothes for the captive... make sure it's hard wearing... he'll be workin' in them."
"Aye Aye Sir..." He hurried off.
She returned to the cabin and didn't give him a second thought as she continued writing in her journal.

 

[Gateleader]

OOC: Mind if I jump in?

IC: Wolf sat in the riggings loking down. Bluebeard had snagged himself another ship. True to her name, Wolf did what she did best, stayed ALONE!
Wof found people stupid panicy animals. Good ony to kill, torture fuck, and blackmail. Sh knew that most of the crew feared her. Was it her fault she was stuck on this cursed plane of exsistance for al time. AS long as en would plunder the sea, the Wolf had to be.

She listened as Vixen and the one brought aboard argued. She could hear the womans crys. Wolf simplie stared out into the horrizan. Not caring.

 

[poohlive]

Dan woke up, and the first thing he thought was that he was in a burlap sack. He started itching all over. He leaned up, feeling his clothes... but they weren't his clothes. They were clothes the other crew member's used. They felt scratchy. He wanted to itch all over.
There was only one source of light, on the other side of the room. There she was, writing.
Dan looked for his clothes, but couldn't find them. His wallet and money were in those pants. Damnit, he needed that. He didn't have any identification otherwise.
"You are up, good."
Dan watched her. She hadn't moved, or stopped writing. How could she have known? He didn't make a sound. Dan felt a shiver go down his spine.
"Get up, you have a lot of work to do."
His ribs still ached from the last time he disobeyed her. Dan quickly stood beside the bed, and moved for the door.
"Wait," she looked up at him.
"At least you look better, stand beside the bed while I finish."
Dan did as he was told. She wrote another page, and then put the journal away. She made him turn around, so he couldn't see where she hid it. Dan sighed heavily.
"Come on," she pushed him to the door. Dan walked out so fast, he bumped into someone.
A knife flashed before his eyes. It rested easily on his neck.
"Who the hell is this?"
Vixen looked at the two of them, "He's mine. Drop him."
"Worthless piece of shit anyway, couldn't even defend himself."
Vixen saw the look she gave Dan though, "He's mine Wolf, and don't you forget it."
She pushed Dan again, and they went above deck. He could hear the woman who Vixen called wolf mutter something, but he couldn't hear it.
Outside the stars had come out, they were beautiful.
"Come on, get going."
She pushed him again. He almost fell down, but by some luck he kept his balance and walked on. For a brief instant he thought he was going to walk the plank. He pushed it out of his mind though. She wouldn't have kept him alive this long if she wanted him dead.
Dan swallowed, and walked on.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

... kept him moving past Wolf until they reached a group of men mopping the deck. They all looked up as she approached and seemed to straighten up marginally. "He's with you until I say otherwise... make sure he keeps his nose out of trouble... report to me if there are any problems." Some of the men muttered in discontent. Vixen tilted her head and regarded them with cool detachment. One of the men glared back at the mutterers and smiled broadly at Vixen as if to placatate her. "Awlrighty Sir... we're on it... you can be sure..." he nodded graciatingly.

Vixen barely acknowledged him before pushing Dan forward. She turned to leave. As she did one of the men gestured rudely. She stopped and the men all held their breath. She turned slowly and eyed the man in question directly. She smiled slowly. "You have a problem with my orders Stumpy?" He gulped but lifted his head higher... "No..."
She raised one eye brow in question at his reply.
"No... Sir..." he finished.
"Because I'm more than happy to take up any problems the crew feel they have..." she continued smiling, which only seemed to make Stumpy more nervous.
"No Sir... no problem here Sir..."
"Thats fine Stumpy... you can report to my cabin at sunset for night duty. Don't be late and you can bring the boy with you." She turned abruptly and left them. Dan was bemused by the way she kept calling him boy. It was true that he was clean shaven whereas all the others were heavily bearded, but he couldn't be mistaken for a youth could he? He had little time to ponder this. A mop scrubbing brush was thrust into his hands and he was kicked to his knees. "Start scrubbin' then and no slackin' off ya hear?" He was told.

Vixen passed wolf on her way back to the cabin. They eyed each other. "Don't ask Wolf..." Vixen said.
Wolf just shrugged. Vixen sighed wondering herself is she was doing the right thing. She didn't return to her cabin immediately. She passed Captain Blue's cabin and heard the moans and wails coming from within. She shuddered just a little and wondered if she really was getting soft. One of the crew came towards her and without warning she punched him in the jaw sending him sprawling at her feet. He groaned in pain as she looked down at him. "Srmrrph?" He mumbled clutching his face.
"I'm still second in command here... pirate or no... you don't walk past without acknowledging it."
He nodded quickly before taking himself quickly out of her sight. No... she wasn't getting soft. She went back to the cabin and waited for sunset.

 

[poohlive]

Dan couldn't believe it, was he stuck in a movie or something? They had him scrubbiung the deck. This was something you saw on a pirate movie.
Dan looked around, it wasn't a movie though. This was all real, all of it. What had happened during that storm? Why were these people here? What were they going to do with him.
Dan worked his way over to the edge, it was getting darker, more stars appeared in the night's sky.
He looked over the side of the deck.
"THE BOAT!!!" He exclaimed. It was still tied to the side of the ship. He looked around cuaitiously, pretending to scrub really hard. No one was there. He could easily just...
What about his wife though? She was locked up with that asshole of a captain. He couldn't just leave her here, could he?
"Can I?"
Dan looked back at the floor. It was looking pretty nice, if he didn't say so himself.
"I could go get the police, or some other authorities, and have them arrest all of these people."
Something gleamed in his eye. Yes, he would do it. Dan looked around carefully, those jerks who were supposedto watch him were playing cards on the other side of the boat. Dan careful climbed down to the ship.
Getting inside he saw that just about everything was gone. The beds, the compass, even his maps were gone. He couldn't believe they would take maps, there were people of the sea for...
Something crashed behind him, Dan turned, horrified. He could see two eyes looking at him. He couldn't see who it was though. Dan was really scared. He thought they were bad to him before, wait until now.
"You shouldn't run little mouse."
A female voice, no how could Vixen have found him.
Wait, no, it wasn't Vixen. It was deeper than hers. He knew the voice though.
"Wolf."
She took a step towards him, "That's right."
He saw the knife gleam in the moon's glow. A lump came to his throat.
"Vixen said not to kill me."
"Fuck Vixen," she spat, "Besides, who said anything about killing you. I just want to have a little fun."
There was something in the way she said that that made Dan draw in his breath. He leaned back against the door.
"No please don't..."
She placed the knife close to his neck, "ohhh... come on, don't beg me until later."
Dan tried to scream, but couldn't. He was frozen.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

... stretched and finally checked her new watch for the time. She frowned at how late it was. These endless days at sea could potentially be quite boring and tedious. She had started writing down her thoughts and discoveries in a journal to pass the time. Initially she had fought a lot with the more disreputable amongst the crew... but it soon became clear that none were a match for her... except perhaps Wolf... but Wolf was a wild one.

She stepped out of her cabin fully expecting to see the boy and Stumpy waiting for her. Her brow furrowed as she saw the empty deck. She sniffed the air carefully before adjusting her sabre and her strategically placed daggers. She stalked towards the decking she had left them working on. She immediately noticed some of the crew playing cards and could see that the boy wasn't amongst them.

"Stumpy..." She said in a low voice that carried.
The man's head jerked up from his hand and his eyes widened in relisation of the time.
"Err..." he glanced back down at his cards almost groaning at the great hand he held... he looked back at Vixen and sighed dispiritedly as he threw them onto the upturned barrel calling himself out of the game.
"Sir... was just on my way..."
"With the boy?"
"Yes Sir..."
"Who is where?"
"Ummm..." he glanced around suddenly realising his error... "he... he was just..."
Vixen frowned. Her hand flew forward and before Stumpy knew what hit him he felt her cool slender fingers gripping his throat. He choked... his hands instinctively reaching up to pull the constriction away. Her grip tightened and he wheezed, tears welling in his eyes as his face went red.
"I've just about had enough of dealing with scum who can't follow simple directions..." she hissed through clenched teeth. His face was turning blue.
"Sir!" She glanced over her shoulder. The suck up timidly came forward.
"Wasn't 'is fault Sir..."
Her eyes narrowed as she released Stumpy. He fell to his knees gasping desperately for air.
"So... you take responsibility do you Calem?"
"Sir... he couldn'ta gone far... we're in the middle of the ocean!"
At this Vixen glanced in the direction that the captive boat was tied. She frowned before stalking across the deck and looking over the side. The boat was still tied securely. She looked up into the sails where Wolf usually loitered.
"Where is Wolf?" She asked quietly.
"Ain't seen her..." was the reply.
"Get Travis and Doobs... and follow me down to the boat..." She leapt over the side and landed lightly on the smaller boats deck.

 

[poohlive]

Ooc: I want to wait for Wolf to post, but she hasn't posted anywhere where she has decided to show up. I don't know, I say we give it one day, and if she hasn't posted, then we go on without her.

 

[Moneytalks]

ooc:... okay... deal... one more day... [smiles]

 

[Gateleader]

OCC: Sorry! Stupid network was down! ^**%$#@$^&

IC: Wolf smiled. She was going to have a wee bit of fun with Vixen's new boy toy. She had no intrest in him except to piss Vixen off.
" Come boy. Let's see how far you can get. Or do you want that screaming bitch with the captain."
She smiled as Dan looked at her with fear. Her head snaped up and she listened.
"Awww Our fun will soon be at an end." She said grabbing Dan by the chin."Vixen comes for her toy. But first, I think I'll give you a proer welcome."
Wolf grabbed Dan and kissed him full on the lis. Suddenly her knive sliced down his face leaving an argry jagged wound.
"Tell next time.....Danny boy." She called as she melted into the shadows.

 

[Gateleader]

OCC: Sorry! Stupid network was down! ^**%$#@$^&

IC: Wolf smiled. She was going to have a wee bit of fun with Vixen's new boy toy. She had no intrest in him except to piss Vixen off.
" Come boy. Let's see how far you can get. Or do you want that screaming bitch with the captain."
She smiled as Dan looked at her with fear. Her head snaped up and she listened.
"Awww Our fun will soon be at an end." She said grabbing Dan by the chin."Vixen comes for her toy. But first, I think I'll give you a proer welcome."
Wolf grabbed Dan and kissed him full on the lis. Suddenly her knive sliced down his face leaving an argry jagged wound.
"Tell next time.....Danny boy." She called as she melted into the shadows.

 

[poohlive]

Dan watched the blood fall from his face. He couldn't believe it, scarred for life in one instant.
Dan held out his palm as the blood dripped down. It collected, he simply stood there, in shock, watching a pool of his own blood form in his hands.
Vixen ran in, looking at him. He saw anger in her eyes, but when she saw him something else was there. Concern? Care? Almost... maybe, something like that.
Vixen walked over to him, "Who did this?"
He tried to speak, but he couldn't. All of the sudden his feet were too heavy, he leaned far back, almost loosing balence. Vixen grabbed him, holding him tightly.
"Who?"
His eyes rolled into the back of his head. Dan couldn'thelp it any more. The blackness was comforting, and helpful. He could easily fall into...
>SLAP<
His vision blurred back into existence. He could see Vixen again, her features elongated by the moon's light. She was beautiful, he could even see beyond her agner, and her ruggedness to a pure beauty. His mind brushed past the fact that he was married, and he shook his head.
"WHO?"
"Her...." he spoke, and then finally, fell unconscience.
VIxen's hand was poised again, but she let it fall to her side. There was no use, she already knew who it was.
There was, after all, only one person on board who would dare defy her.
Wolf....
(I love being a writer... lol)

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

let the boy fall to her feet. The wound was nasty but not life threatening. A scratch really. The men finally arrived and she jerked her head at the body at her feet.

"Take him to my cabin... I'll stitch him up myself."

They looked surprised. Vixen didn't notice. They shrugged and two of them shouldered the unconcious body and unceremoniously took him back to the ship. Dan moaned in pain even in unconciousness. Stumpy nervously waited for instructions as Vixen looked around the boat for the first time. She had been meaning to check it out. Now was as good a time as any. She frowned, but she had to sew up the boy first.

Her thoughts flickered to that of Wolf. She was a wild card that one. Didn't openly defy her but enough so that all were aware that no one had control over that one. She had probably done the boy more damage than good warning her off like that. It must have been like a red flag to a bull for her. Vixen frowned. Never mind, she'd be off this ship soon enough. The information she had gathered was astounding, if what she had calculated was correct she knew the whereabouts of a treasure that would let her live like a queen for the rest of her days.

She glanced at Stumpy. With a movement so quick he didn't see it coming she backhanded him. His head snapped back on the impact and he groaned clutching his jaw. She kicked him sharply between his legs and watched with keen disinterest as he fell to his knees. By the time she had finished with him he was a twitching heap on the deck of the smaller boat. She was an artist. There was no blood, and would be no scarring... only a lot of pain as he recovered. He whimpered pitifully.

She didn't have to tell him he had fucked up. He knew... and he wouldn't soon forget the lesson she had taught him tonight. Finally Vixen returned to her cabin. The boy was still out like a light. She poured rum across the vicious wound. The boy's body jerked but he remained out. The firely liquid washed away the blood and she could easily see the skin puckering away from the wound. Stitches. With nimble fingers she threaded a needle. Much smaller and finer than what the men would have used. Taking a breath she quickly worked the needle through his skin, darning it. Tiny neat stiches quickly took hold pulling the skin closed.

She washed it again with rum and covered the wound with some clean cotton swabbing she kept in her trunk. He looked like a man with a toothache when she'd finished but the scar would be less than it could have been if left to fester.

She wasn't sure why she cared so much. She brushed all thoughts of it away. He would be most useful. He was innocent and easy to read unlike the others on board. Plus, she knew his wife was still alive, knowing that could be a bargaining chip with him. She yawned. It had been a long night. She loosened her hair from it's tight braid and removed her breeches. She didn't think twice about getting into bed with him. She wasn't squeamish and it wouldn't be the first time she'd shared a bed. She slipped under the blanket and snuggled against his unconcious form and before long... she slept.

 

[poohlive]

Dan reached his arm around her. She smelled so sweet. The dream had been horrible, and he was glad to be out of it. He hugged her close to him, and nuzzled her hair. He loved nuzling her hair, especially during a bad dream.
His face twinged with pain slightly, but he didn't care. He only thought of holding her, and being here.
To think pirates had actually kidnapped them, it was absurd.
His wife Mary was here with him, and they were aboard their cruise ship, and all of it was over. He opened his eyes, to kiss his wife.
"Wha?"
It wasn't Mary, but Vixen. Hist heart dropped. No, it was real, all of it. Even his face fired up, making any thoughts that this was a dream leave him.
Dan looked at his arms, they were still wrapped around him. He carefully tried to let go, and possibly move out of the bed, but she held him fast. She was still alseep.
The last thing he wanted to do was wake her up. He had seen some of the scars on the men's faces, and while some of them were probably made by Wolf, the way the men looked at her made him not want to do anything that displeased Vixen.
Absolutely nothing.
Dan laid there, his arms still around her. He tried to just go to sleep, but couldn't. He lay there, awake to the world, well the ship anyway, and simply waited.
Finally, after nearly an hour, sleep grabbed him. Dan went under still holding Vixen as a lover would in bed. She was warm, and smelled of sweet honeysuckles. A man would be crazy not to fall asleep in her arms.
Still, he tried not to like it too much.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

... there was a sharp knock on the cabin door. Vixen didn't open her eyes but her voice called out... "what is it?"

"Land Sir... we've spotted the coast!"
"Has Blue been informed?"
"Aye Sir!"
"Fine... get the rest moving... we land today!"
The voice on the other side of the cabin door took on a gleeful tone.. "AYE AYE SIR!"

Vixen took a deep breath and stretched... well attempted too. Only then did she glance down at the slumbering form with his arms still wrapped around her. She blinked twice before she recalled the night before. He did look so young... especially in sleep. Finally she did stretch... pushing his arms away from her. He moaned softly as he struggled to come to wakefulness. She rolled off the bunk and searched for her breeches. Finding them she shimmied into them. She sat on her chair as she pulled on her boots.

He was awake enough now to watch her sleepily as she dressed. She grinned at him, unusually happy for the knowledge that land lay ahead. It had been an awfully long journey. "They've spotted the coast... we'll be landing within a few hours..." she said, pulling on her other boot. She stood and stretched and yawned gracefully. She started tucking her oversized shirt into her tight breeches before attempting to fix her hair.

Loose it hung in wavey abandon over her shoulders and down her back. The Firey copper highlights were more intense and she looked completely feminine even in the clothing she wore. She started to brush it back and carefully pulled it tight away from her face... braiding it with nimble fingers. Obviously she did this regularly. In seconds her hair was effeciently drawn severely back. She grabbed her sword and flung it in the air before catching it with a downward motion of her hand. She was in unusually high spirits indeed.

"Come on boy... get your clothes on... I'll clean your wound before we go..."

 

[poohlive]

Land? Did she say land? Could it be. He was finally going to be saved. Land meant cops, and cops meant freedom.
He hoped it was Florida, or maybe even Puerto Rico. It didn't really matter where, so long as it wasn't Cuba.
So what if it was Cuba? He could easily dodge away from Vixen, and then be on his way to freedom.
With his wife, of course. He had to bring her along. There was no mistaking this. She was his love, his life, without her, he might as well be a slave on a pirate ship.
Dan dressed in the burlap clothes, they didn't seem to itch so much as yesterday. He had hoped that he would get his own back, but no such luck.
His face felt better. If he could only get to a hospital. She wasn't bad, for a pirate, but still he needed medical attention.
Dan looked out the window, he couldn't see land. Well of course he couldn't see it, land would be at the front of the boat, not at the side.
Dan went over to Vixen's side. He hated acting like some dog to her, but until he could escape, he had to earn her trust. This was the only way he could do it.