<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Georgianahastings.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Georgiana Hastings<br/><em><strong>Lady aboard the English vessel</strong></em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The rough biting gutteral English accent was not lost on either women, both opened their mouths in stunned surprise. Clara shaking her head in wonder, exclaiming in whispered shock repeatedly.<br/><em>"It's a woman ... that's a ... woman!"</em><br/>Georgiana wanted to thump her for her stupidity, did she genuinely think the creature before them anything other than a woman, true she was quite possibly another breed of woman altogether but the long hair and curves beneath her retinue all indicated as such. As rough as she looked, she was still of the fairer sex. Georgiana gulped as she saw the woman swing her daggers, convinced that she would hurt them both until on the final swing they were sheathed again.<br/><br/>Taking a steadying breath the young lady tried in her own mind to recall every passage on the ship that she knew but other than her own room to the captain's there had been little else she had ventured too. It was Clara who knew the ship better and Clara she would therefore need to get out of this situation. The picture the pirate woman painted of what her crew would do to them, caused her legs to cave slightly and she certainly didn't want anything to do with some old pirate captain. All manner of images came to mind, long scraggly beard, missing teeth, a stench that rolled from his skin as if soap had never existed, half a limb and a pirate on his shoulder.<br/><br/>The image was born of course from any adventure book she had ever read, at that moment there was no way she was allowing her fanciful images of pirates stolen from her romance books to interfere now. She watched the woman step aside and take a bow, executed with a grace that confused Georgiana somewhat. Clara reached behind her and gripped her mistresses wrist and began to move forward when the woman spoke again.<br/><br/>"Of course, if ye can accept that fate of rape and torture, by all means, pass."<br/><br/>Both women halted on the spot but Clara decided on a whim of pure stupidity or bravery, or possibly a mixture of both to handle the situation her own way. She released Georgiana's hand and launched herself bodily on to the pirate woman.<br/><em>"Run Miss, run."</em><br/><br/>Georgiana stared shocked for a split second as Clara wrapped her arms about the other woman in a vain attempt to hold her. Gathering her gown she turned back as if to run through the corridor, the only other room open to her there was the Captains but for some maddening reason he door was want to lock. Recalling this in a split moment she turned again and fled the very way the female pirate had warned her not too.  How could she possibly believe the word of a pirate anyhow, perhaps the ships crew would have the matter dealt with by now. She sincerely hoped so at any rate as she pushed the door to the deck open.