<div class="floatleft">(http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m545/LadyChavez/Pirate.jpg?t=1301465968)</div><strong>Annmarie Blackbird Jackson</strong><br/><br/><hr/><strong><br/>"My my boys, gonna let O'Hara take away your fun?"</strong>I taunted as I made my way to the mast. I'd kept back, waited rather excited to see the Captain's daughter in action. I wasn't half as disappointed as most of the men I sauntered past and the noise of protest and anger made that absolutely clear. Some of them were already following O'Hara and from the look on their faces they weren't about to knock politely on the door. I sought out the Captain and the Spaniard, threaded the crew towards them and made sure to do so in a way that would rile up the poor bastards even more. My hips had swayed and hands cupped curves, lips been licked and winks given... And all in the confidence of their attention revolving around the newest playthings on board. Yeah, I took pleasure in adding to the chaos. Why wouldn't I?<br/><br/>The thought of myself as a captive as well completely evaded me, and whether it was for the blade they knew I carried with great adoration or simply a starved libido and a stripped down pretty thing, I had no problems getting to where I wanted.<strong>"A sword to your throat, Ramón?"</strong>I said indignantly and arched a brow.<strong>"Is that how things work around here?"</strong>