Rivals(Closed for thestoryteller)

[Ambrosia_64]

Her ship was sinking, men everywhere were dying, gutted like fish or thrown to the sharks. She had taken a hard hit to the head when the mast had fallen, the only reason these British dogs had managed to get a hold of her, her world spinning and dim, sword stolen away.

Hands bound behind her back, firm hands wrapped around each arm as the two soldiers carried her, kicking and screaming curses, up the stairs, Elise had little doubt where she was heading, what was about to happen.

"You cowardly -dogs-." She hissed as she was thrown into a burly man in uniform, a rope noose slipped over her head tightened around her pretty throat. They shoved her, the British admiral smiling grimly at her. "You've terrorized these seas long enough, Ms. Summers." He said seriously, walking around her bound form, looking over the waste of female flesh.

Her blue captain's coat had been torn away, leaving the woman in a white poet's shirt tucked into dark pants, flat pirate boots. She was tall for a woman, about 5'8" with long, pale blonde hair currently in a loose, falling apart braid. She was quite shapely now that her coat wasn't hiding her femininity, and he found himself particularly fond of the scattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose, the tops of her cheeks.

His first officer pulled a black cloth execution hood over her head, and just like that-the great pirate Summers was just another woman to be hanged.

He sighed. "Such a waste." He looked down to the hat in his hands, the red feather and painted skull. With another grim smile, he shoved it onto her head.

"Hang her from the bow. That garish mermaid deserves a sister, does she not?" He walked away, intent to return to his own ship and leave this nastiness behind him.

Elise was picked up, shoved onto the bobbing edge of her ship. The guard dragged her along, prepared to throw her off the tip-when the alarmed voices of men sounded.

"Captain, another ship!"
"Battle Stations!"

Elise didn't hesitate to drive her elbow into her burly executioner, sending him into the choppy waves below. The ship shuddered, nearly causing her to fall-but luckily she caught her balance, the sound of a sword unsheathing as another man climbed up, prepared to come after her.

 

[thestoryteller217]

Across the sight angel looked out over his desk his legs evenly placed aparr to steady himself as his first mate helped his crew take out the british ship. Angel was a tall imposing man a hulk to most of his crew he had a deep tan and a shin cut goatte his chiseled and handsome face was marked with scars from.past battles but his deep elwctric green eyes stayed bright easily being his most mezermizing feature..he wore a long black coat and a white linen shirt rhat showed off his impressive build from.years on a ship he had long black pants and boos that went to his knees. Long bandoliers hung from his chest carrying the small arsenal of pistols he was known for his hair was long dosn to his chin and black as night


"Were coming about them now captain" his first mate shouted over rhe roar of canons.

"Ay bring the ghost around and lets board her" angel said turning to the man and clapping his back

The ghost fastest in all the seven seas glided up to her crippled enemy she was black as rhe water below her and graceful. From.her decks the pirates through grappeling hooks across engaging the british and roaring from.the lust of battle. Angel jymped onto the deck gunnung down.people with his pistol and making his way to the captains qaueters her burst through intent to take his prize

 

[Ambrosia_64]

(So they're boarding the British vessel, correct?)

He burst in to find the Admiral's blunderbuss practically in his face-he'd only have a moment to dodge the barrel before the man fired upon him.

"Another captain to hang today!"

.......

On her own ship, Elise was fighting blind, both hands bound behind her back. "I'll cut you down, pirate filth!" The man wielding the sword hissed, another swipe she barely ducked, the man edging further along the bow, driving Elise back-her foot finding the edge, her balance upset-toppling backwards into the waves, her hat bobbing, floating on the water where it's owner had shot like an arrow into the depths.

!#@$@!

Twisting, frantic to escape her bonds as she rocketed to the bottom of the damned ocean, Elise's hood came off in the force of water moving past, the widened eyes revealed. She kicked, her teeth and lips pressed firmly together to avoid drawing in water-fighting panic long enough to draw her legs up, scrunching her body so she could slip her bound arms beneath her legs, get them in front of her-and swim upwards, surfacing with a deep breath and a curse as sharks circled, drawn to the blood shed and the feast they had already begun.

 

[thestoryteller217]

He quickly pivoted and grabbed the blunderbuss he scattered it across the room and quickly snapped the captainsneck he whistled and two pirates came in grabing every thing of value and hauling it out to the deck.angel walked out and saw all the british soldiers dead seeing some.thing fall out of the cornor of his eyes he quickly turned and ran to the other side noticing the other broken ship for the first time he saw a pirate hat bobbing in the water and sharks cifcling and deduced what happen realizing he couldnt let a fellow.pieate be eaten he grabbed the rope trailing the edge of the deck and jumped onto it swinging down to the waters he held out his hands hopping who ever was down there would see it and grab on

 

[Ambrosia_64]

Some guy came swinging, and without a second thought Elise lifted her bound hands to grab his extended one, hopefully swept up out of her watery grave.

Soaked to the bone and still catching her breath, she watched the sharks and sea get further away as they finished the arc of the swing-her green eyes flicking back to his face to register no small bit of surprise.

"You!" Her rival captain had just plucked her from a sure death. "What are...how did-where in the hell did you come from, Angel?"

 

[thestoryteller217]

Angel ignored the question and completed the swing back onto the british ship. The last of his men stood there with the keg of powder they would use to blow the ship out of the water.

"I'm spending my time hunting british ships" angel said unable to believe the pirate he just saved from a trip to Davey Jones locker was none other than his fiercest rival. He shook his head and inwardly cursed the gods of the sea before turning to her "And i believe i just saved you captain Elise" angel said trying to keep the smugness out of his voice. Before she could say some thing smart he turned addressing his two crew members light the powder kegs and get the hell off of the ship before it blew. They snapped off a quick ay and dropped the powder down the main ships mast one of them quickly struck a wooden torch and dropped it down. They quickly ran and jumped back onto the ghost neither of them having the balls to stay around real explosives.

"I suggest we finish this chat in the captains quarters unless you prefer fire to water as your mode of death" Angel said tipping his hat to her and jumping back onto the ghost. The black ship began to call back its line's and put some distance between the exploding ship leaving the buxom rival captain only seconds to jump back

(better?)

 

[Ambrosia_64]

"I believe you have." Elise responded, her green eyes taking in the explosives being hauled about, the death on the British ship. Good. Served them right.

The tip to her rival's hat brought a smirk to her lips-before she followed him over the side of the ship, dropping onto the opposite deck with a huffed exhale, her hands still bound before her, clothing plastered to her lithe form-easy prey for these pirates, and none of the authority she had on her own ship.

"Your quarters then?" She said to Angel, glaring down the leering of the other pirates, even as she wished for her coat. Without waiting for his response she moved towards the cabin alone, stiff to avoid too much sway to her hips, her bound hands curled into fists. Once in the captain's quarters she turned and offered up her hands to him, expecting he would cut her free. "Fuckers came right after a smaller sloop attacked us. Bait and switch. I...my crew was killed off, and I was nearly hanged. Indeed-he'd probably notice the noose still around her pale throat.

(Yes, thank you!)

 

[thestoryteller217]

Angel turned and glared at his crew causing them all to quit their learing and make busy moving the ship to their hiding place. He stepped into the cabin with her and brought his dagger out, he cut off the knot around her arms and handed her his coat to protect her modesty. He walked over to his desk and lit a candle bathing the dark room in a warm glow as he stretched from the fight his muscles rolled and she could see his tan skin and biceps through the thin cotton shirt.

"I'm sorry to hear that I knew them from our bar days they were good people and will be missed" Angel said giving her a sympathetic glance and then smiling "But we got them back and you live to fight another day even if you know have to be stuck with your rival that is still some thing to drink about" angel said moving a few things off of his desk before grabbing a dirty bottle filled with rum. He moved back to her and popped off the cap handing her the bottle in a sign of good will.

(Thank you im glad it all worked out i didnt wanna lose you)

 

[Ambrosia_64]

Elise slipped it on, rubbing her wrists with a frown as her hands moved to loosen the noose, pull it over her head. Her blonde hair fell from it's braid and she brushed it back with her fingers, retying it with the simple bit of ribbon. She felt a little better, less exposed.

He stretched, and while he made for an interesting display of maleness-Elise was used to men. She had grown up around them, been around them all her life.

"Do I? My father's ship..." Elise heaved a sigh. "I'll get another, and I'll recruit a second crew. I thank you for your hospitality." She accepted the bottle, took a swig before handing it back, wiping her lips on the back of her hand. "I'm just glad I wasn't hanged from my own God damned ship. Straight laced bastards."

She let her eyes roam the dimly lit cabin, pulling out the chair to the desk before sitting in it. "Never thought you'd be the one to pluck me from peril, Angel-but I owe you one all the same."

(Always good to improve~)

 

[thestoryteller217]

"We may be rivals but were still pirates" Angel said taking another swig and sitting on the desk. He passed the bottle back and smiled a little pleased his attempts to infatuate her didn't work so easily on her angel liked a challenge and he had a sort of fondness he wouldn't admit to any one for the women before him.

"It was nothing my ship is your ship and you can use my cabin until we reach our next port in a week or two depending on the weather" Angel said pointing at the map tacked to his desk " And as for owing me don't worry about it i'll keep the favor in case i never need to cash it in" Angel said winking and laughing his lovely green eyes lighting up with humor

 

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"And I thought -I- was the soft hearted fool." Elise took another drink, letting the rum numb her senses a little, take away some of the chill from being soaked, from nearly hanging like the criminal she was. "Thanks. What I'd really like is a sword though-lost mine. Never felt safe without a bit of steel on my hip."

Her eyes were drawn to the map, her thin, delicate fingers tracing his intended route. "You sure it's a good idea, showing your enemy where you dock?" She asked him, but her voice contained no threat, no warning. A joke more than anything. His own about the favor merely made her smile. "Careful. Never know when a favor expires." Another sip of rum.

 

[thestoryteller217]

"your clothes are wet and i have not offered you any please hang on" Angel said smiling and jumping off of the desk. He walked over to a drawer in the back corner of the room and began digging inside of it for suitable clothes for her to wear.

"There is a sword on my bed you can use it for the time being" Angel said routing around for some thing that was decent and didn't smell bad.

"As for showing you my routes i hardly think this is unsafe you and i have never attacked each other ships and i trust you with my routes for now" Angel said finally digging out a really long white shirt and trying to find a pair of pants in vain.

"as for favors i think the life saving ones never go out" Angel said giving up on the pants and coming back to hand her the shirt "This is al i can find sorry" Angel said handing it to her

 

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"They'll dry soon enou-" But he was already up and searching for something suitable, his comment about the sword drawing Elise to his bed instead, picking up the sheathed weapon, drawing it to check the metal before she sheathed it again, tied it to her left hip for easy drawing.

"True. I don't hit up fellow pirates. Beat them to their marks occasionally-" As she had with him, a wicked grin. "But I don't attack 'em. Enough Spanish galleons to keep me sated."

She accepted the long shirt, a shrug. "Good enough until mine dry." She looked around a moment, then frowned at him. "You mind?" She asked lightly, slipping off the coat before waiting for him to turn around, in the very least.

 

[thestoryteller217]

Angel debated about telling her some lame line about not wanting to be behind her with a sword before shrugging and deciding to take the gentlemanly root.

"Please don't gut me" Angel said turning and folding his arms to wait while she changed "speaking off spanish galleons were bound to hit a ship or two before port you can use the loot to get your self a new crew and ship" angel said thinking about his current root and what they might find. This was an incredibly thoughtful gesture as Angel was well known for one thing he loved getting loot and would double cross any one if he thought is was worth it for him

 

[Ambrosia_64]

Elise simply laughed-a pretty, belle like sound that reminded one of her femininity-but offered little comfort that she wouldn't.

"I'm good with a sword, but hardly good enough to take on your whole crew, Captain. Just don't peek." And after watching him a moment, she too turned her back, unbuttoning her shirt and drawing the soaking garment off her body, tugging the simple corset down a bit before untying the laces, shimmying out of it before she pulled on the long shirt, buttoned it up to her throat-and slipped out of her boots and pants as well, refastening the sword around her waist-and interesting sight, this bare legged woman in the long shift, sword securing her clothing. She had shapely, toned calves and thighs-from what could be seen, as the long shirt reached mid thigh.

She hung her clothing over things to dry before pulling on the coat once more. "Captain. I'm starting to wonder just what kind of favors you intend to collect on, down the road! Don't worry on it-I've got quite the bit of gold stashed on shore, believe me...I'll get a sloop, a small crew-and earn it all back. Never you mind."

She picked up the bottle of rum, took a swig as she wandered back towards him, offered the bottle. "I'll join in on the fun, though."

Elise Summers swordplay was legendary in the pirate world.

 

[thestoryteller217]

"I am a gentleman so my favors will only be of the consensual kind" Angel said turning around and smiling at her beauty. His mesmerizing green eyes had the usual lust she saw in guys whenever she saw them but they seemed to hold some thing else she couldn't quite put her finger on some thing different to her.

was it longing?

"I'm glad you will join in the fun" Angel said taking a swig before raising an eye brow " A sloop surely you must be joking? a women of your skill and beauty deserves a frigate at the very least" Angel said smiling and handing the bottle back to her

 

[Ambrosia_64]

Elise held the bottle in her hand, her own brow raised. She took a sip, then set it aside. All this drinking could be dangerous, after all, and she was not about to be another notch in Angel's bedpost.

"They're quick and agile. I can be in and out before they ever arm a cannon-having lost my father's ship, I return to what I know best." She shrugged. "Skill. Beauty hardly fits a pirate, Angel." And back to his map, poring over the route, and what she knew of the course. (FF maybe?)

 

[thestoryteller217]

Okay there nearing the end of their journey Angel has been nothing but respectful to her and they actually have a lot in common becoming fast friends neither really wants to part each others company and they made a lot of gold working together being a very surprisingly effective team you start or i?

 

[Ambrosia_64]

(Let's at least knock over a ship together!)

Men shouted and cannons fired as the pirates threw boards between the two ships, the first across being the smallest of them-the woman Captain Angel had plucked out of the water a week before.

Dressed in a stolen blue coat of her own, having obtained a Spanish admiral's hat, and bearing the borrowed sword of Angel's-she charged into the fray and fought valiantly, parrying blades and slashing a path through to the helmsman, knocking him upside the head with the pommel of her blade (he was an aging fellow, after all, and it wouldn't do to murder him in cold blood) she spun the wheel to put the ship at a tilt, throwing the Spanish crew off balance.

 

[thestoryteller217]

(lets have a moment on the ship)

Angel jumped across besides her pulling out his pistol and taking out four approaching spanish officers. He drew his sword in one hand and a pistol in the other and ran after her cutting down any one who saw fit to get in their way.

"Lets grab the loot before any other spanish ships come along the trail" Angel said hacking apart the steering device and going off in search of the loot.

 

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Giving a pat to the destroyed wheel, Elise gave a nod, her eyes on the destruction below-before she too moved after her fellow captain, following him down into the ship to discover neither gold nor riches-but scores of rifles and ammunition.

"What war are they fueling?" She wondered, prying open a crate to frown at the cannon within. A box behind her bore a brown betty, and with a shrug she slipped it over her shoulder.

 

[thestoryteller217]

"most be some thing we don't know about" angem murmured looking away he suddenly turned his eyes wide "look out!" he yelled tackling her just as the air above them exploded into shards of wood as a canon shoot form the ghost ripped the middle deck apart/

Angel groaned and he was on top of Elise and really didn't wanna die he couldn't move because a beam had fallen across his back pinning the two together his muscular chest was pressed against hers and their lips were from each other while their groans pressed a little two tightly against each other. \

Angel tried not to look into her eyes knowing he would be mezermized and instead tried to focus on moving the beam off of his back.

(lol had to do it)

 

[Ambrosia_64]

"Don't-hrk-they know we're on board!?" Elise demanded breathlessly, struggling beneath both his and the beam's weight. Next time, she told herself angrily. Next time there wouldn't BE any shoving into danger, the asshat.

"You're-huff-heavier th-than I thought." She could scarcely draw in breath-the man may be comfortably nestled into her curves, but Elise was pinned between a muscular man and the harsh and unforgiving floor. "Get off!" She ground out, arching her back what little she could, struggling to escape him. It may not have been his fault, but she wasn't happy about it!

 

[thestoryteller217]

"yeah cause i am having a swell time" Angel said trying to ignore the way she was moving and what it was doing to his body "hang on i got an idea hand me a gun" Angel said stopping his struggling and looking any where but her. He saw a power barrel on the other side and waited for a gun intending to blow it up.

 

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Elise stretched her arm above her head, her slender throat exposed to him-then she caught sight of what exactly he was looking at, her hand coming back to slap his shoulder. "You'll blow us to hell and back Angel!" Damn!

"Or burn us to-hff-hang on, hang on-maybe if you just-" She squirmed beneath him, trying to move to her left, the hand on his shoulder urging him to her right, his left. "If-if we just, maybe-are you going to help me out here or-!"

And if they did indeed work together like that, they'd slip free about the same time-rolling away as the beam crashed into the floor, Elise staring at him from her side. "Let's get out of here, I want to club the idiot who fired that-"