<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Georgianahastings.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Georgiana Hastings<br/><em><strong>Lady being hauled before pirate captain</strong></em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Georgiana came to an abrupt halt outside as the sight that greeted her caused her to gasp. Clara who dragged herself from the pirate woman hauled herself after her mistress and bumped clumsily against her as she stopped. A hand flung to her mouth to stop herself from screaming, as she saw the English crew men gunned and bayoneted right before her eyes. Blood festooned the ship and bodies were strewn everywhere.<br/><br/>Jolted by someone behind them, the women moved further on to the deck only to be surrounded by bloodthirsty henchmen all clearly pirates. The stench from them was foreboding and both Clara and Georgiana wanted nothing more than to vomit desperately. The female pirate spoke behind them and both women clutched to one another as they were all but bullied by the pirates onto the center of the ship. A rope was tossed from the Courtesan and a deep laugh rung up from all the vile mouths before them.<br/><br/>Wrapped about them and tied firmly, the women were hoisted up and over onto the other ship. Clara began kicking her legs and flaying about wildly but Georgiana remained motionless like the lady she was, simply biding her time before she could attempt another escape. Untied again once on the pirate ship they were led by sword point to the quarterdeck and there made to stand until a tall blond man came out.<br/><br/>Georgiana didn't see his face, nor anything else but the axe that he carried and certainly did not speak when he called to whoever in the £20 dress, for all she knew he was speaking to Clara or one of his whores. At least she did not believe he spoke to her until he made his way down the steps towards them. She took a step back but came up short against the hulking chest of one of his men, Clara had done the same only to find hands groping at her to hold her still, one slapping over her mouth to keep her from her incessant screaming.<br/><br/>Georgiana stared up at the man who picked up her hand and deigned to kiss it. Her pulse was pounding and all the injustice and suffering she had been put through since she had set sail were now unleashed upon his head.<br/><strong>"I care not who you are you vile man"</strong>she seethed as the hands of the man behind her gripped her upper arms. She winced in pain.<br/><strong>"I am Georgiana Hastings, daughter to the Governor of India and you will set me back upon that ship or be hanged for your treachery!"</strong>