The Privateers Find

[Mcloud313]

This thread will show the story of a Privateer and a young beautiful British Heiress. She will be the daughter of a rich merchant who travels along with him upon his trips. Capt. James Tenor is a young Privateer working for the American Government during the American Revolution. He has left the coasts undefended knowing that the British Navy would tear them apart if they stayed, and went afar to capture British Merchant ships to gain treasure while hurting their economy.

While looting this next ship he finds the heiress however and decides to take her for himself. The story will begin with her hating the privateer until she slowly starts to gain an attraction for him. Once I have the female role of the heiress this thread will be closed and I wont need any more writers, but I hope you have fun reading the thread as it progresses. Enjoy.

 

[Mcloud313]

Captain James Tenor stood at the prow of his ship; The Snakehead closing in upon the British Merchantile ship up ahead. He realized the ship sat low in the water so it must be full of goods the merchant is hoping to sell wherever he happened to be going. They were already gaining speed upon the ship and hoped to be along side it within minutes. The men about his ship were eager already prepared for battle and more then eager to kill a few British. He turned the wheel a few degrees to the left to better catch the wind into his sails to gain even more speed against the targeted ship.

 

[against_thewall]

Emelie had been reading her book when she heard the yelling on-deck. Annoyed by the interruption, she got up and went to the door, stepping into the hallway; only to be shoved back inside by a rushing line of crewmen hurrying to the top.

"What do you think you're doing?! What's going on?" she demanded, outraged at their rudeness.

Met with no response, she again called at the next group of hurrying sailors, "What's happened?"

"We're under attack, Miss. Stay in your cabin..." called back one of the men, not missing a step as he took 2 stairs at a time to the deck.

Taken aback, she found herself unable to move for a moment. Under attack?

Finally her panic forced her to move back into her room, shutting the door and jamming it with a chair. Why didn't these cabins have proper locks??

Sitting on the far side of the bed, she could just glance out the one-foot port-hole and see the other ship pulling alongside, the crew hopping over as the sounds of a crashing fight floated down to her ears.

Oh dear, oh dear...she thought, pulling her knees to her chest, hoping it was all just a nightmare...she'll wake up from this...right?

 

[Mcloud313]

James soon had the ship, it was easily over taken and the British Merchants stood no chance against a fighting ship. He had the men all tied down to the deck as he examined the goods of the ship. Alot of their stock was tea, not a very spectacular find, but nothing to sneeze at as well. Finally he came to a door and shoved it open with his boot, a flintlock pistol still clutched in his right hand in case anyone tried to get brave. He peered into the room and caught sight of a woman sitting upon the edge of a bed. She wasn't hard on the eyes.

She had long straight silky hair, and creamy perfected skin. The bodice she wore pushed her breasts up and squeezed them perfectly already exciting the privateers blood. His eyes scanned her up and down lucidly noticing her hourglass figure. She also came with a delicate chin, and a set of ruby red pouty lips. He grinned to himself mischieviously. "It seems that I have found the true treasure of this ship." He said lowly just strong enough so that she could hear him.

 

[against_thewall]

She hadn't even screamed when the door flew open, the jammed chair crashing into the opposite wall from the force.

She just stared, wide-eyed. How could this happen?

Feeling more nervous and afraid than she could ever remember, she quickly tried to give herself an upper hand...if that was even possible, considering there was a rather large, rather rough-looking (though not terrible) pirate brandishing a pistol in her doorway.

Finally, she found her voice at the sound of his.

"Don't you even think of coming any closer. Just take the goods and be off, Pirate. When I send word to the Royal Fleet..." her demanding voice trailed a bit, her brow slightly, innocently creased in indignation as he took another stop toward her.

"Really now...there's plenty of...of..." she knew the ship only had tea, but maybe she could distract him... "there are chests down below, gold and spices. Please, take what you want, there's more than any scoundrel could want, just leave me..."

 

[Mcloud313]

James grinned showing perfect pearly white teeth at her pleading. "Oh please heiress, spare me your lies. The royal Navy is busy with America's Coast, they would never answer the call of some snooty daughter of a merchant, and why would I beleive you have chests of gold and spices below? This ship is heading away from Britain, they wouldn't have spcies unless they meant to sell them, and if they did they would not have gold. Why both?" He chuckled again and started taking steps towards her.

"Theres no reason to be fearful, I do not harm women." His smile widened at her giving full implications as to what he did do with women however.

 

[against_thewall]

Damn.

Thinking fast was clearly not her strong point...except in thinking of all the things he could do to women without 'harming' them.

She pulled herself farther back on the bed, keeping her knees at her chest...which was still beautifully heaving in its tight confines, clear for him to see as he drew nearer and nearer.

Why not scream? No one would hear her.

Could she hit him? What with? And how could she overpower him?

Her fleeting attempt at a determined, confident expression vanished...the anxiety was plain to see as he finally crossed to the bed, slowly striding around toward her.

"Please..." she had reached her limit; she was desperate. Pleadingly, she continued, "Please, my father will pay anything...meet any demand..."

She stopped, somehow knowing it was hopeless.

"What could you possibly want with a merchant's daughter besides a randsom?" she demanded, regaining a bit of her attitude.

 

[Mcloud313]

"Think about it, Im a privateer, I work on a ship full of men with no women around. Your a woman. Use your imagination as to what I could possibly want with you. Now don't make this difficult for both of us, I have men upstairs and they already have control of this ship, if need be I can call them for assistance, or if you think about killing me, I'll leave you with this bit of information. I am your only protection between those forty to fifty women starved brutes up there, if im out of the way nothing will stop them from ravishing you until you can no longer stand. So lets save each other a whole lot of trouble and just come quietly."

Before she knew what was happening he bent down scooping her up in his arms and threw her small form over his broad shoulder. He hoped she wouldn't struggle, that would cause all sorts of trouble he didn't need and probably end with him nursing a large headache. "Besides, who knows you may just enjoy yourself." He stated, giving her a slight pat on her back as he turned and began making his way towards the stairs.

 

[against_thewall]

Something like a squeak escaped her when she was lifted to his shoulder.

Her prospects were most certainly slim...and she most definitely did not want to be at the mercy of the crew...she'd heard stories...

And so, after wriggling only for a moment on his shoulder, she caved, quietly captured in his arm as he stepped toward the door.

Her eyes grew a little teary. She could still hardly believe what she had gotten into...

She could sense the smirk on his face, his hand pressed precariously near to her rear end.

"You could really let me down..." she started, a little tiffed at the whole situation, but she closed her mouth as they got up the stairs and she saw the many men on deck.

As much as she wanted to think otherwise, this Captain was in fact her best option...

 

[Mcloud313]

James stepped up on board grasping his prize a little more closely to her bottom now, his hand comfortably finding an area to hold her to his shoulder. One of the tall lankey men stepped forward. "Allright, here come the real treasure!" James waved his hand in dissapproval at the man. "No, we'll ransom her." A large man stepped forward and grunted. "Oi think oi'd ratha 'ave me way with 'er then ransum 'er." James held out his hand again. "I said no, and besides wouldn't you rather have money and buy a prostitute to yourself for a few nights, then have this sliver of a girl for a night and have to share her between forty or fifty others?"

It took some time for the big man to think about that but he finally stepped down realizing that the captain made sense. "Alright, leave the men tied up and throw them in the brig. Chop down their mast and lets be on our way." A few of the men immediately started grabbing axes and James continued over the gangplank with a purpose holding the squirming young woman to him.

"Don't worry you'll be living within my room for awhile. I'll keep a good eye out for you, I dislike sharing." He gave a hearty laugh slapping her bottom softly. James kicked open the simple wooden door to his cabin and made his way in depositing the woman on an empty cot in the back of the room. He found a barrel and sat it up right sitting on it. "Now why don't we get to know each other? My name is James. Who would you be?"

 

[against_thewall]

Coming on deck, she shut her eyes tight, not wanting to see the many men staring at her...

She listened as her captor convinced his mates not to touch her...strange as it was, she suddenly felt completely safe hanging there on his shoulder.

But she was quite sure he would not be following the same logic he used on his men, especially as she was carried across the plank to his ship and finally dropped on the cot in his cabin.

Her eyes slipped around the room, taking in the small box of a space - hardly half the size of her cabin on her father's ship - before finally putting her eyes back on the broad man sitting in front of her.

Again she pulled her knees up for security, her eyes reminiscent of some small creature, frozen as its mind struggles between fight or flight.

But she stayed put, and after a long moment answered him tersely, "I am Emelie Crowne."

 

[Mcloud313]

He watched her pull her knees up and listened to her name. "Thats a beautiful name Emelie. Why are you so very afraid of me however? I'd like to assure you there is no need to be scared here. The only thing I can bring you is much pleasure. How old are you?" He asked a second question after trying to calm her as he leaned back against the wall.

 

[against_thewall]

She closed her eyes tight for a second at the thought of the "pleasure" he was prepared to give her...

But even so, she did loosen her grip on her knees, letting them slide down a bit.

"I am 19," she answered, a little less snappish this time.

 

[Mcloud313]

He nodded and sighed. She was five years younger then him. "Are you a virgin I imagine then?" He asked tentavely, cocking his head. "What do you know of bedsport?" He asked daringly giving her a grin.

 

[against_thewall]

Her eyes grew wide. The nerve!

"Of course I'm...I'm...I am a virtuous woman, sir!" her cheeks flushed brightly. She couldn't believe she was answering these questions...

 

[Mcloud313]

"No need for the sir. I'm sure you've gathered im no gentleman." He chuckled at her title and stood from the barrel approaching her slowly. "I am glad you know nothing on the subject however Emelie. For I will be a great teacher and will very happily teach you the ways of love." He finished as he stood before her. He crouched down to her and placed his mouth close to hers as she stared at him trembling slightly. "Free of Charge." He whispered to her, letting his breath from the three words clash into her own lips.

James placed a hand upon her knee smiling warmly, putting alot of promises into the smile as he stared into her eyes.

 

[Mcloud313]

bump?

 

[against_thewall]

Her eyes fluttered closed and she let out a soft sigh...

So sweet...

No! She couldn't allow herself to give in to this...

the soft breaths, the closeness...

Again her blue eyes shot open, but the strength of her conviction seemed to be waning as she dazedly rebuked him.

"Why, I do believe you are trying to seduce me, Captain..." Her voice was nearly a whisper, breathy and quick.

Her hand slid to his on her knee, gently trying to push it off without much success, his palm still sliding on her leg, trapping her fingers with his as his breath on her neck broke her even more.

She must surely be melting...