In the sleepy port town of the Northern coast.<br/>A small inn known to locals as the Bent Thistle was alive with the sounds of music, laughter and conversation as the late night wore on.<br/>Two men sat joking at their table as they poured the sweet summer ale down their throats. A young sailor named Blacktooth, (aptly named since he was missing his front teeth), grinned as he poured more ale sloppily into the cup of the man beside him.<br/>"Aye<strong>Doc</strong>-- Drink up! Drink up! This one's on you-- I mean on me! HAHA!"<br/>Blacktooth glinted a serving girl dressed in pink and waved to her. "<strong>Hey</strong>! Ya there! Bring us more ales!"<br/>The doctor next to him looked up with surprise as the comely woman in pink sauntered over to their table and leaned on it giving him a good gander at the soft, ample clevage that spilled from her boddess.<br/>Her, golden curls bounced slightly as she spoke, her lovely light blue eyes looking at him hopefully. "Yer a sawbones, sir?"<br/>He was a bit dumbfounded as he looked up at her, a bead of sweat running down his neck. "Uhh, err, yes."<br/>Suddenly Blacktooth piped up whilst slapping him on the back. "'Cos lass! He's the best sawbones in town!"<br/>She went wide eyed "Truly?"<br/>"And my mate! Haha!"<br/>She looked at the doctor and smiled coyly, "You got time for me?"<br/>She slid onto his lap and giggled as he looked up at her, "Huh?"<br/>"I may have some problem ya could look." He began to sweat nervously as her hand caressed the back of his neck as she leaned closer, her sweet breath in his ear "Come now good doctor. Ya want a look?"<br/>Slowly he nodded and left Blacktooth behind, following her upstairs into an empty room. She went to the bed table and poured him a draught of wine, handing him the goblet before sitting on the bed and patting the spot next to her.<br/>He took the offered wine and sipped some of it, but recoiled. Something was off about it... Something... Something...<br/>His eyes fluttered momentarily before he passed out and flopped face first onto the bed beside her as she giggled sweetly.<br/><br/>His dreams were full of murky images and he felt like he was laying face up in the ocean, the gentle waves rocking him back and fourth, back and fourth...<br/>Slowly he opened his eyes, his vision still a bit murky, but he could tell he was on a ship, the way the small cabin swayed was making him naseous. He tried to stand but found his hands were tied up. He wasn't alone though. He saw the same girl from the night before sitting in a corner, quietly snoozing. She was dressed differently now. The sleeves of her dress were gone and her right upper arm and forearms had blue strips of cloth wrapped around them. She wore a thin black velvet collar and a large, blue feather in her hair, she had hiked up her skirt in the front as well and had it tucked into her blue belt, showing off her long, creamy, dancers legs and white lace pantaloons.<br/>He then noticed a scabbard and pistol laying on the table next to her and his worst nightmares were realized. He had been kidnapped by pirates!<br/>Suddenly the door of the cabin swung open and he closed his eyes. Maybe if they thought he was still asleep...<br/>He could hear the footsteps of another woman thunk sharply up to his chair before pausing. He hardly had time to react as she slapped him hard across the cheek, his eyes shooting open instantly from the sting of pain given by the many golden rings that adorned her fingers.<br/>He looked up to see a woman dressed in deep crimson with a red bandanna and chain of hanging golden feathers covering her head as well as a sheer red silken veil over her eyes. A swath of thick, luxurious black hair flowed down her back past her knees and a long, thin scar ran over her nose from cheek to cheek. Her thin red lips parted as she spoke. "So yer the sawbones are ye?"<br/>The other girl had awoken from the sound of the slap and stood up. "That he be! The finest in port I could find!"<br/>"I..I'm not a doctor! I'm just a vicar!" He admitted, more out of fear than anything.<br/>The woman in red looked quite annoyed as she gave him the evil eye, slowly asking, "What do you mean yer not a<strong>doctor</strong>?"<br/>The girl who had brought him aboard looked honestly dumbfounded as she scratched the back of her head<br/>"Oops."<br/>The man only looked up at her silently, ashamed that he had been caught in his lie, while the woman in red turned her feirce gaze to the girl with the golden hair...<br/>The girl sighed as she rubbed her brow with a free hand, the other supporting her elbow beneath her bosum looking rather annoyed herself "Don't look at me. He said he's a doctor. Blacktooth said he's a doctor."<br/>The woman in red let out an exasperated sigh "You know better than to trust that drunkard. What use do we have of a<strong>vicar</strong>?"<br/>The girl with the golden locks pointed at him accusingly "Hey, tis ain't my fault!<strong>He</strong>was in a pub! Chatting up all the gals saying he's a good doc from abroad!"<br/>The smile of embarrassment plastered across his face looked guilty as charged, but was quickly wiped away as the woman in red pulled out her flintlock and pressed the muzzle under his jaw, tilting his head up slowly. "Naughty one ain't ya?"<br/>Suddenly the door of the cabin swung open again and he saw a dark silouhette emerge, "<strong>What's goin' on here?</strong>"<br/>The woman in red looked up with surprise "Captain."<br/>The Captain was a tall, fiery redhead with long, curly locks. Her one eye was a deep sapphire green, but her right eye was dull and blind, a clean diagonal scar running up from her cheek and over it to the center of her forehead.<br/>She wore a wide brimmed captain's hat and scarf the colour of dried blood as well as a coat of blue velvet over her cream coloured corset.<br/>As she slowly walked towards him, the woman in red spoke. "Bad news cap. He ain't no sawbones. Looks like he's a clergyman, a rakish clergyman!"<br/>She then frowned and went behind him as she pressed the gun barrel against his cheek. "I should be guttin' and throwin' yer lyin' maggot ass overboard for the<strong>sharks</strong>!"<br/>His eyes widened as he spoke up, "Hang on! Lying's hardly a sin worth confession, much less a life sentence!"<br/>The captain leaned down and stroked her chin in thought "Hmmm..."<br/>Her sultry smile seemed to match the look of her eyes as she spoke "Quite the looker ain't ya? Clergy?"<br/>Suddenly she grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked it up as her right foot came up to stomp back down on the stool mere inches from his bollocks. "But Bosun's right. I should gut ya up good for wasting<strong>my</strong>time. Tell me, why should I spare you?"<br/>"But tis ain't<strong>my</strong>fault!" He was blushing as she gave him a proper eyeful of her clevage, her perfume making him slightly lightheaded.<br/>"Just-- Just let me off at the next port. I ain't ever gonna tell anyone."<br/>Suddenly he felt the cold steel of the captains own pistol under his chin, raising his eyes from her bosum to look into hers. "The death keeps secret better than a rake! Clergy."<br/>Her eyes narrowed slightly and she grinned "Surely a learned man such as yourself can do a better persuasion than that!"<br/>The young vicar looked up at her with teary eyes "I-- I'll wash your deck, I'll cook, I'll do whatever, please, just don't kill me."<br/>"Whatever huh?" the captain smiled. She grabbed him by the scruff of his collar and hauled him to his feet amid his terrified protests before marching him straight out the open door of the cabin.<br/>The pirate with the feather in her hair turned to the boatswain as the door shut, whispering against her hand. "She's right Bosun. He's quite a looker."<br/>The woman in red closed her eyes, her cheeks slightly flushed as she frowned,<br/>"I know, I was hoping to<strong>gut</strong>him myself.", "Dammit."<br/><br/>A few short minutes later...<br/><br/>"Err... Captain?"<br/>The young, bare chested vicar was blushing as the captain let out a pleasurable hum of satisfaction while she lay back on her bed with her eyes closed, enjoying his attentions. "Hmmm- Well, you did say '<strong>anything</strong>'."<br/>The vicar looked down dissapointed as he ran the warm water of her footbath back up her leg. "Yeah, but... This isn't what I expected."<br/>Her eyes opened as she looked down at him questionably "Oh. What did you expect?"<br/>The vicar paused and blushed profusely, looking rather foolish. He bowed his head in embarrassment as he held her dripping foot. "I... I thought you were going to force yourself on me."<br/>The captain cracked a smile, then burst out laughing as she held a hand to her forehead, "<strong>HAHAHAHAHA</strong>"<br/>The vicar was taken by shock as she raised her foot to snag the thin golden chain and cross around his neck between her toes, tugging until his chin rested on the foot of the bed between her legs. "Do you really think I'd have to force you?"<br/>She looked down at him with a sly grin as he looked up at her shocked. "You hardly took your eyes off my person, or my<strong>bosom</strong>. Since you laid your eyes on me."<br/>She wore a rather bemused expression now as she continued to hold him in place with her one foot, "I'll bet if I laid my hands on you right now. You'd spend."<br/>He blushed even more profusely as she took her foot from his chain, his close proximity to her nethers was making him sweat. "Oh lord, I... I..."<br/>Suddenly her foot came back up to press delicately against his cheek. "Or maybe...", her foot trailed over to delicately caress his inner ear with her toe.<br/>"I don't even have to use my<strong>hands</strong>at all."<br/>Her foot trailed off to press against the back of his neck, keeping his head pinned to the bed, but suddenly he pushed her foot away.<br/>"Stop!<strong>Stop</strong>!<strong>Please Stop</strong>!"<br/>She looked down at him dumbfounded, "Did you... Just spend?"<br/>She suddenly giggled, "Oh this is precious. Come up here!"<br/>She brought him up onto the bed and he lay beside her, hiding his mouth with his fist in shame and closed his eyes as she straddled him and gently laid her hand on his chest, still smiling. "What's the matter vicar? Have you not had pleasure of the flesh before?"<br/>"I was trying to amend that before your band of wenches kidnapped me here!" he protested as she poked her finger to the tip of his nose, her face slightly flushed, "Oh you have temper! I was wondering."<br/>Her eyes were half closed with seduction as her hand trailed down his bare chest and into his pants. "Does that temper translate elsewhere as well?"<br/>He moaned as he felt her lithe fingers lift out his hard cock delicately, the cum still dripping from it.<br/>Her face was close to his now, her lips mere inches from his as she grasped his manhood firmly with her soft hand. "Tell me, am I the first one to touch you?"<br/>The vicar opened his mouth to protest, but when she slowly began to stroke him, her lips trailing to his neck to kiss him, he lost all control, "I-- Uh-- Ahh!"<br/>He moaned as he spent again, this time, nothing keeping the thick ropes of his white cum shooting into the air.<br/>She blushed slightly as she looked at the cum that now covered her hand. "Good lord, you don't even last three seconds."<br/>He rolled over, his face in the pillow as shame filled him. He looked up at her, his eyes watering "Tis most mortifying, pirate. You may as well gut me now."<br/>She smiled, giving him a lustful look as she licked some of the cum from between her fingers.<br/>"Don't despair vicar, I think it's quite adorable. I really like you now."<br/>He looked up at her with disbelief, "Like me? So... You're not gonna kill me now?"<br/>She smiled "For now. Unless you really want me to gut you?"<br/>The vicar shivered a bit "No... Not really."<br/><br/><This rp is based off a preview comic found on Filthy Figments of the same Title (view it here: http://filthyfigments.com/tour/shiver-me-timbers_01.php)<br/>The artists name is Shari Hes and I am making this rp to promote both the comic and the site (filthyfigments.com) where it was originally posted. The beginning of the rp is a transcription of the comic preview offered on that site and I take no credit for it other than the very few slight alterations and additions I made to make it fit as an rp.<br/>The crew of the Fortuna Muliebris is mostly female, and they are led by Francesca, one of the most daring and feared pirates in history. They love adventure, treasure, and sex and are currently in search of a physician.<br/>I thought it would be fun to write it all out and see what direction we take it from where the story leaves off, So if you like pirates and can play multiple roles along with me then please pm me!>