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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>29-07-2011, 10:25:23</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Somewhere in the Indian Ocean on The Courtesan</strong></div><br><br>We had left port a couple days ago and were almost full on provisions. A heavy ship wasn't too fast or agile and maybe that was why the captain had decided to take a long way to our destination. He had been watching ships in the distance. Nobody doubts the captain though. Only a fool would openly critize captain Griffiths. Or a suicidal. I had no intention to feel the captain's wrath so I kept quiet when he was just looking at all these ships in the distance. Some of the men wondered why we weren't going after them, for some plunder and murdering but I, I was quite happy like this. Murder and plundering was nice but we had only just left port and I knew that with a fully rationed ship, any plundering would have to be worth the risk and the Captain knew that as well, I hoped.<br><br>As I stared out of the windows of the galley to the horizon, my thoughts wandered off to Libertatia. It was a surprisingly long stay on that island and I thoroughly explored most of it's wenches, gambling pits and taverns where I got into several fights with the English. They stole my precious Scotland and they would pay for that one day. It might have been decades ago, after six tankards of rum, I'd have fought with them over much less to be honest, but this was a good reason to knock the lights off for some of the English scum. I might not be the strongest of the lot (and I did get a few knocks myself) but six tankards versus sixteen and the winner is quite easy to guess. When we left port I had my pockets loaded with a couple dozen Shillings I won on gambling and my spirit high as the sky after all the wenching and rum I had gotten.<br><br>Around me in the galley was this Glory. Three years younger but already passed me in ranks in this damn confined space deep in the bowels of the ship. Upstuck little wench. I could take advantage of her as she was too cheerful for a pirate. Always trying to be nice. She cooked while I did nothing. Much like now. I knew the food was going to be nice but I also knew the men would complain and moan about it. <br><br>There was food for the crew and food for the Captain and whoever he pleased to dine with. Obviously the differences were quite large in amounts and quality but I never complained. I asked Glory if I could help her do something and then without really listening to the answer left the galley and went up deck to get some fresh air. <br><br>The waves were picking up and the captain was still looking through his monocular to the horizon. We had gotten ourselves into rough seas and I could see the going was about to get a lot tougher. Not knowing about the captain's intentions I went down again and began to secure some of the loose equipment in the galley without saying another word to Glory. I wasn't on this ship to be friends with a cook. <br><br>I was on this ship for much different reasons. Remember my name. Ailsa MacCrory. Remember my name you English scum...
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				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>29-07-2011, 20:42:20</strong>
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				<strong>CAPTAIN ALBERT GRIFFITHS, ON THE QUARTERDECK OF THE COURTESAN</strong><br><br><em>Captain's Log, 3 September 1782</em><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBYdIkvh-fE/SdFJb-p7x6I/AAAAAAAAA9c/JNHUTHEdneM/s400/seanbean_sharpe.jpg)</div>We were almost two weeks out of Libertatia, on Île St. Marie, off northern Madagascar. The winds had been favourable, and we'd reached one of my favoured hunting grounds, some 20 miles off the shore of Africa, around 28 degrees south. There was a brisk west-southwest breeze carrying us along down the swift and treacherous Agulhas current, which washed down the rocky coast and conveniently slowed down shipping coming our way. We could take our pick of prizes. It was early afternoon, and the sea was slowly getting choppier, a sure sign that ships further south were getting battered and softened up for us by the weather. The lookouts spotted a few widely spaced ships to our south, and I sized them one by one through my spyglass. <br><br>Jitters had finally stopped pestering me about the large Indiaman in the distance, which looked suspiciously like a 32 gun troop transport to me. He was keen eyed, but extremely neurotic. I'd had to restrain the urge to board someone until I was satisfied the lumbering craft was far enough out of the way. Once its mainmast was over the horizon, I looked southward and leeward to one merchantman we'd been keeping an eye on for two hours now from a safe distance upwind.<br><br>Her sails looked ragged, no doubt from the heavy weather she'd passed through, and she was trudging slowly north against the current towards the Madagascar Channel. Tacking to beat into the wind, she was making little headway, and she was riding low in the water. Even the greener deckhands would be able to tell she was heavily loaded and begging to be boarded. The English merchant ensign she was flying meant there would probably be more blood than usual.<br><br><strong>"All hands to your stations!"</strong> I called out through my speaking trumpet, leaning over the quarterdeck railing to watch the crew. <strong>"Helmsmen, turn one point a'larboard. Mr Cervantes! That 400 ton merchantman we've been watching, larboard broad reach, looking shabby. Set course to cross her bows and engage."</strong> I handed the Don navigator my spyglass and pointed out the target. <strong>"Gunner Kelly! Load the broadsides with grapeshot and make ready to rake her bow. We don't want her dismasted, boyo. Marksmen, up the foremast. Let's give those Englishmen a pasting, ladies!"</strong><br><br>As we closed the distance, I ran up the Portuguese flag as long as we were out of gunshot range, to put them off guard. The Ports and Brits generally got on with each other, and even though the target must have been carrying eight guns at the most, one couldn't be too careful. We had our own version of the Jolly Roger ready to hoist: a white cannon blowing the skull off a headless skeleton, spewing blood from its neck, on a black background. It was good to have a few, including the generic skull and crossbones or cutlasses. A famous pirate is well on his way to being a dead one.<br><br>Then, I stuck my head below and called down to the gun deck, and sent Fara and Blackbird&nbsp; to dole out an extra noggin of rum to everyone. It always got them in a mood to capture some more. Naturally, I sent the girls on their way with a slap on the arse.
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				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>29-07-2011, 23:38:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m545/LadyChavez/Pirate.jpg?t=1301465968)</div><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Blackbird, on board the Courtesan</span></span></strong><br><br>The steady rocking movement of the large ship calmed my mind as soon as we set sail. We... As ridiculous as it was to be on this ship and not my own, my father's, it was what I had to do so why whine about it? It didn't mean I had to like it, though, or the crew. I hadn't made any friends since I was forced to join them, and it wasn't part of my plan to change that. Make them think I liked them, sure. Take advantage of a couple of them? Sure. Trust them? Never.<br><br>I noticed soon after we left port that I wasn't the only one wondering about the Captain's intentions. We were heavy and slow, too heavy to risk anything really, and had anyone asked me I would've suggested a lighter load and replenishing supplies as we went. Ship from ship, as it were... I didn't like being an easy target, and today the ship felt more like a lazy duck than the hawk it needed to be. Did I mention it? Of course not. But I did keep an eye on the horizon and the Captain, hoping I'd have a ship to man for the rest of these two cursed years. <br><br>I straightened up when the Captain yelled his orders and damn if a rush of fun didn't pass through my blood at the thought of wetting my blade. I snorted at the flag as it danced in the wind, found it cowardly to try to trick the merchantman instead of hoisting something unique up there. My father never drew another flag than his signature one and did so with brutal pride. How were they going to tremble in their boots and piss their pants out of dread if they didn't know you were coming? No, I wanted my name to roar through the mist as my ship targeted another some day. Oh they'd tremble...<br><br>I clenched my jaw, suppressed a huff and glanced briefly at Fara before grabbing the Rum and doing as ordered. I didn't even flinch when the Captain slapped my arse, even if usually that sort of thing would either earn a man a grin or a nice scar in a well chosen place. No, I had plans for him. That, and I needed to tolerate him until I could return. Or until my father would return. With that in mind I managed a sly grin as I made my way from man to man with the Rum, ignoring most of the attempts to rile me up. They were obviously getting excited as I was to get their hands dirty. I was even getting thirsty enough for a little action to bump my hip into Fara's as I passed her on my way back. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>31-07-2011, 00:50:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://adminmen.successmodels.com/galeries/book/Z_51.jpg)</div> <strong>Ramón "El Ojo"(The Eye) Cervantes </strong>- On the quarterdeck setting a course <hr><br>I had been on deck long before the sun rose, making sure we had not deviated from our route in the few scant hours I had slept. I was slowly learning to trust the men on board, as must trust as you could have for a motley crew of plundering and pillaging pirates but when it came to navigation, I suffered from a severe case of hubris. I relieved the night helmsmen and took over on the wheel as I moved between my charts and my tools to make sure everything was on track. We where and some might have commented on my compulsive behavior but I would also be the first person they would blame if we did end up lost. <strong>"Buenos Dias Capitán."</strong> I greeted the captain respectfully when he emerged that morning and moved from the wheel which he took over. I busied myself with my own charts and tools, perking an eyebrow (the one not covered by my patch) over the new drawing of a serpent on the ship's charts that did not match my own. I looked over towards the captain with a shake of my head and a grin before getting back to work. Two sets of charts had been an excellent idea, I had not taken well to the captain's constant drawings of sea monthers, lewd pictures of some of the female crew members and assorted notes at first, but fixed it with the second set of charts.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Aye Aye Capitán"</strong><br>I answered after he handed me his personal spyglass to get a better look at his target before taking over the wheel. I had to roll up the charts and store them safely before engaging, they where my pride and joy as well as my livelihood, without them I might as well be a deck hand scrubbing the deck. <br><strong>"On course Capitán."</strong><br>I called out to him after adjusting out course as ordered. With one hand holding the wheel I checked my cutlass and pistols, making sure the powder was not damp and my blade had no sea rust to it from the salted mist. When the rum came my way, I swigged it down before giving the bringer a slap on the ass in appreciation. Whoever said bringing woman on board was bad luck was a fool, it actually kept morale high! I mused to myself, focusing on the ship as we approached, the wind was at our back, in our favor and the grin that came across my face in these times was already curving on my lips. 
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				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>31-07-2011, 01:30:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/46b470e4a2f1f47670c5d9673a049e05-1.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Fara, on board the Courtesan</span></strong><br><br>The time in port had been fine but Fara was happy to be back at sea, where the sense of movement was constant and she could convince herself she was going somewhere even if they were only seeing parts of the world she'd visited before. After walking the deck watched everyone her presants enough to keep people on task she'd returned to near where her captain was. He was gazing through a spyglass his eyes steady on the horizon and Fara turned her gaze in the same direction.<br><br>A gift of birth had given her keen sight and she smiled softly, just a mere quark of her lips as she noticed what the captain had been watching. Even if she didn't know him as well as her dear departed friend she had no problem guessing his next move. Her fingertips were pulling through silken hair as she pulled it into a loose bun with a scrap of linen as he bellowed his orders to the crew. She watched as people jumped into action moving quickly eager to comply. Fara could already taste the excitement flavoring the air around them making her fingers itch to wrap around the slender hilt of her beloved blade.<br><br>She watched the Portuguese flag lift into the air and pushed away the slight pang of distaste she felt. She was used to the practice of using false flags, Shark had done it all the time. But she'd grown up on stories of pirates that made one tremble in fear and the sneaking nature of raising a false flag seemed to contradict those stories and even now made her a bit sad. She still liked to try to cling to the romance of the stories she'd heard as a child even if the reality fell far short of those expectations.<br><br>Fara came to attention as her Captain bayed her to go with the captive Blackbird to hand out rum to the men. Nothing like liquid confidence to get the men in the mood Fara though with her characteristic smirk playing on her lips. The smack to her arse was met with a look of irritation and a roll of her eyes. It was well known she kept to herself and didn't have much use for men. That fact was underlined by her attempts to blend into the crew by wearing men's clothes and binding her chest, her only feminine trait being hair hair that she seemed unwilling to part with. Most would have been met with far more then an irritated look had they done the same thing but the captain was above her in rank and she knew her place well and had no desire to loose it.<br><br>Fara worked her way through the men dolling out the rum with a bored look on her sonic face. Most said rude things or made lewd suggestions. It was a part of being a female on a ship that she'd learned to tolerate long ago. Most of the time the young girl didn't notice it anymore. As long as they kept wondering hands to themselves she could care less if they wagged their tongues as she passed. <br><br>Fara was a bit surprised when the captive girl Blackbird bumped her hip against Fara's as they passed. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at the girl studying her in that uncanny way Fara was so well known for, as if she was trying to solve a particularly troublesome riddle. Fara had yet to pass judgement on the girl. She's been surprised when the girl had been brought aboard for she like many had heard tales of her fathers conquests and like many other recognized the tattoo that graced her cheekbone declaring her as his sea raised daughter. She couldn't imagine what the girl was doing aboard their ship but she'd provided Fara with something of interest. Fara watched the girl the way one would a cobra just waiting for her to strike.<br><br>The rum was passed out below deck and she went back up eager to get out of the confinement of the lower decks. Even after all these years she'd never gotten used to the confining feeling of being below deck. It might also have something to do with the smell that bugged Fara who was always particular about staying as clean as possible. She went up to the quarter deck and passed out what was left of the rum to receive another smack to her hind quarters. She glared at the Spanish man for a breath of time before moving away from him. That she only glared spoke volumes. She'd never admit attraction to the exotic man but it was there none the less. <br><br>Unsettled she moved as far away from him as possible in the small space and looked at the approaching ship. Her pulse jumped as excitement took a hold of her. A brief smile broke through her sonic controlled nature and her fingers gripped the well worn hilt of her prized rapier. The wind pushed back the few loose tendrils of curly hair and she waited with bated breath as the distance between the two ships shrunk with each passing moment.
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>02-08-2011, 16:48:30</strong>
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				<strong>Konrad, on deck.</strong><br><br>Konrad found the pirate life to be for him. He disliked the strict uniformity of being on-board a British ship. They were always very pompous and looked down their noses at you. But here, on board this ship, no one looked down at him. They were all equals. Of course, being taller then most on board made sure they all had to look up to him. And the fighting - the stuff he lived for - was far more exciting as a Pirate. It was more about survival then winning.<br><br>Konrad was sitting on deck, running a wet-stone along the blade of the cutlass he always wore at his hip. His Musket was not far away - resting against the bulwark within reach - but he knew he'd have plenty of time to assemble once the order was given. He was not liking the rough seas, however, his strokes along the blade being a little slower and more cautious lest he chip or damage the blade.<br><br>He was immediately on his feet when the Captain called them all to stations. He quickly sheathed his sword and grabbed his musket, loading it up in record time before moving to the railings. His large bulk, while nimble, was not meant for climbing overhead. He was much better off on deck anyways - he liked getting personal with those he was about to kill. 
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				Post by: <strong>EvilBeast</strong> on <strong>06-08-2011, 18:42:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.legendsofgrimwood.com/rpg/CHAR/Ramon.jpg)</div> <strong>Ramón de Torregas</strong><br><strong>Crewman</strong><br><br>Hammers. Hundreds of hammers pounded away, mashing nails into wood. Thump..thump..<br>thump..the irksome sound rattled my brain. I opened an eye, <strong>"Can't a man sleep in&nbsp; <br>peace this mornin'? For th' love o' fuck...."</strong> But it wasn't hammers. The urgent sound was of many feet moving <br>up and down the deck. I groaned, as I realized my own feet would be joining them soon.<br><br>The ship heaved, letting me knew rudely that we were in rough seas. Good. For a moment I thought I was still drunk. As I sat up, the empty rum bottle that had been cradled in my arms rolled down the deck, clattered against the weather-beaten planks, and rolled over the side with a splash as it fell into the sea. I sat for a moment,rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I coughed, my throat sounded <br>raw and my breath surely stunk of stale liquor. <br><br><strong>"Oh"</strong>, I said as the pretty wench shoved a shot of rum at him. <strong>"It must be Christmas?"</strong> I barely got a look at the girl before she was off to the next crewman.<br><br>The captain's voice then became clear as the fog lifted from my rum-addled brain.<br><br><strong>"Oh, just breakfast. Still, I accept,"</strong> I mumbled as I threw back the shot. The rum soothed my throat and helped wake me up. <br><br>I held onto the railing as I stood, my legs still a little wobbly. I steadied myself carefully as I relieved myself into the sea. Much better. How many bottles did I empty during the night? What was the name of the town we had just departed from? I was dimly aware of the flurry of activity upon the deck, orders being shouted. Were we under attack? I wished for another drink as I staggered away from he railing. Why must they always tease with the rum? I checked for my pistol and rapier and then made my way to the captain. <br><br><strong>"Reportin' fer duty, Cap'n!"</strong> I said with the best look of enthusiasm I could muster. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Shade</strong> on <strong>08-08-2011, 04:29:19</strong>
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				<strong>Drake Fischer<br>Blacksmith, captive</strong><br><br>As the young, dark-haired man set about his work, he scowled. For now, he was just doing grunt work along with the other deck hands. It wouldn't be until someone needed a blade repaired or replaced, something happened to the ship, or they needed a new pot or pan in the kitchen, until he got to work on the forge again. That was also the only reason he was still alive. <br><br>A few days ago, Drake had been a young and successful blacksmith. His father had passed a few years before, and he had taken over his father's work. And he was quite good at what he did, if he did say so himself. Every once in awhile, he would make deliveries to those who had placed orders in other towns. He could hire someone else to make the deliveries for him, but he preferred to get away from his forge every once in awhile. <br><br>As he pulled up to the town, he noticed a ship in the harbor, but didn't give it much mind. It wasn't until he heard some shouting, and a few screams that he figured it out: It was a pirate ship. He quickly turned the wagon around and tried to leave town, but found himself cut off from escape. He had to give up the wagon, and hope that they wouldn't kill him. They didn't, but only because he had answered their question about who had made the blades and tools that he was carrying. They took him onto their ship, since having a blacksmith was always useful. And now he found himself part of a pirate crew. <br><br>Drake was snapped out of his thoughts and the monotony of his work by the shouts of the captain. After days of doing nothing, it looked like a ship that was weak enough to be picked off had been found. While the men and women on the ship got ready to board, he just moved below deck. As an unwilling member of their crew, they wouldn't hand him a weapon. While he certainly couldn't take on the whole crew and escape, no one wanted to take the risk. That was just fine with him. He would never sink so low as to call himself a pirate. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>17-08-2011, 10:02:59</strong>
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				<strong>Ailsa MacCrory</strong><br><br>So captain MacBert had finally found a suitable target. Blessums. I was still stuck here in the underdeck with Miss Cooky here, prepping meals. Sure the smell down here must have been better than anywhere else in the ship, I'd rather be outside. My cooking skills were okay but not nearly as good as Glory MacFish here. I noticed her that I was going to join up deck and left in a hurry. <br><br>When I arrived on deck I was just in time to snatch some rum from Prisoner MacSlut and found a nice position between some other pirates. Surely the target looked easy enough; Slow and sluggish, but vessels like that were almost always armed at least a bit. MacSlut was still moving around the ship deck and I eyed Fara MacRedhead in jealousy as she got her arse bumped by the captured beauty.<br><br>MacSpanish was following the captain's orders and all around the ship there was this pre-entering buzz. Blood was to be spilled and plunder to be taken. Life was good, if it wasn't for them bloody English.
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				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>26-08-2011, 16:37:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Georgianahastings.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Georgiana Hastings<br>&nbsp;<em><strong>Lady aboard the English vessel</strong></em><br><br>&nbsp;<hr><br>For days now they had sailed upon calm waters and even then her stomach had lurched and her feet felt as if they were on the sea itself. She was not meant for sea life and yet could not remember any reaction as bad as this on her first crossing so many years before. Then of course she had been but a child and now she was a grown woman returning to India to be with her father. Georgiana had been but an hour on board when she had ordered her maid Clara (http://s11.allstarpics.net/images/orig/b/1/b1q9v6ff7ef88ff.jpg) to unpin the high wig that adorned her head. The very weight of it felt as if it would pull her down as deep as the ships anchor. With it gone she felt a sense of freedom she knew she had not experienced in years. How detestable the mode of the day that would bound and gag a females body so tightly all in the interest of fashion.<br><br>Georgiana had adored the moments at the private school when she had her corset unbound and her ribs felt free. Her slender waist, Clara was forever telling her needed cinching considerably to give the illusion of that precious hour glass figure. The young lady detested it all and yearned for the freedom that living with her father in India would entail. The wind from the ocean blew up through the porthole and she felt her insides cower and her countenance tinge a sickly shade. &nbsp;Williams (http://www.thefancarpet.com/uploaded_assets/images/actor/2601/James_Fleet_27641_Medium.jpg) seemed as averse to the voyage she herself and so she did not hesitate to keep him below decks running errands for her. <br><br>It was Clara who broached the deck and regaled them with stories told to her by the ships crew, she spoke of the dolphins that rode alongside the ship, the other vessels in the ocean and attempting to describe the crew had been a riotous affair for the woman was not the most eloquent in her use of adjectives. She was however all the entertainment that Georgiana was assured besides the dinner invitations at the Captains table where she had to dress accordingly though refusing to wear the infernal wigs. The Captain was a decent man, a gentleman and spoke to her politely and asked often after her comfort. It was the commander of the vessel that bothered her greatly, his lewd stares were discomforting and his often outspoken comments about her presence aboard the ship and her ridiculous load of luggage were most insulting but these at least were born back to her from Clara. The looks however she had to contend with at every dinner.<br><br>She felt most fortunate when she truly did become sea sick and was regaled to her cabin, even Williams grew as ill as she as they moved further from English shores and moved closer and closer to their destination. The winds picked up and the ship rocked as the waves barraged against her. It was near an entire week of wretched weather so that when at last the sun invariably did break free and the seas calmed somewhat, Georgiana ventured on to the deck to breathe some semblance of fresh air. The salty sting assailed her nostrils and she gripped the port railing as she leaned her head over the side. Far too green and woozy to stay too long on top, she wobbled precariously from side to side as she made her way below once again. Clara and Williams however stayed on deck, Williams welcoming the fresher air of the ocean breeze to what he had been confined to all week long. Clara smiled enjoying the breeze in her hair and knew she had better make the most of this freedom for when they reached India, she would be simply the maid servant with nothing more to do than bake in the infernal heat as she paid heed to Georgiana's needs.
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				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>31-08-2011, 19:30:50</strong>
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				<strong>CAP'N BERT, STARTING THE ATTACK </strong><br><br>Torregas the freeloading freebooter was up nice and early today. Almost in a condition to make himself useful in naval combat, in fact. I borrowed a bucket of seawater from a deckhand swabbing the deck, and emptied it over his head to freshen him up. <strong>"Rise and shine, Ramon. You're needed on the gun deck. Remember, grapeshot only! We want to keep the prize in one piece. To your station, sailor!"</strong><br><br>We closed the distance between the ships fast. At about 200 yards from the target, I finally gave the order to run up the Jolly Roger Using the yardarm as a rough guide, I saw we were almost ready to fire the first broadside. <strong>"Fire at will!"</strong> I called down to the gundeck, and a second or two later the guns were run out and firing a full broadside of grapeshot, raking the deck of the merchantman and causing moderate casualties, as I saw through my spyglass.<br><br>I was just about to call for another broadside, a little faster this time, when a teenage powder monkey ran up to me from below. <strong>"Captain, the chief gunner's had a cannon run over his foot!"</strong><br><br><strong>"Damn it to hell. Have them take Conor to the workshop at the front of the ship and help him splint it. Tell Ramon Torregas he's in charge of the guns for now, and God help us all."</strong> The boy ran off, and I shouted to the marksmen in the rigging to lay down some more fire while they sorted out the chaos down below. We were crossing the merchantman's bows at 50 yards and only getting closer. <br><br><strong>"Fire another broadside and get on deck! ALL HANDS PREPARE FOR BOARDING!"</strong> I shouted, took a musket from the cabin behind me, loaded it quickly and shot the helmsman of the merchantman. Its crew started firing back, and I took cover behind the sandbags at the gunwale. The grappling hooks would be lying in seconds if the ladies got a move on.
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>03-09-2011, 23:44:37</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Ramón "El Ojo"(The Eye) Cervantes - On the quarterdeck, holding the high ground. </em></div><hr> <br><br><strong>"Mierda!" </strong><br>I cursed when I heard the returning shots of the opposing sailors after our first engagement. My job was simple in theory but never easy to perform. Holding a ship steady and under my control while getting orders from the captain and shots by muskets was no easy task but I loved it! I laughed as bullets danced around me. <strong>"You missed me!"</strong> I hollered back to a man within my pistols range, the grappling hooks already flying over to the other ship, locking us in place with the merchant vessel. <br><br>With one hand on the wheel and the other reaching for my pistol, I line my shot and give the Indian man a third eye. Even with a spare pistol at my hip, I reloaded the recently fired ones quickly, two shots would always be better than one. The quarterdeck was my domain, I reached for a musket brought to be by a young man a few years younger than me and had him watch the helm. I would not go far, I was simply going to make it easier on the rest of the crew by taking out the guards of the merchant ship. <strong>"Dos!" </strong>I counted my confirmed kills, ducking behind any cover I could between reloads and checking back to make sure the young man was at his post. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>06-09-2011, 19:15:12</strong>
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				<strong>Ailsa MacCrory, boarding the merchant vessel.<br></strong><br>I've always been pretty sure that once on the deck of the enemy they would soon surrender. Amidst the gunfire, which was a welcome distraction for me to throw the hook over the mast&nbsp; of the merchant ship, I swung aboard the merchant ship and found myself to be the first on. Having no pistol I was fully aware of the risks but the truth was, with so many of their own men aboard, no merchant would take the risk in firing a shot. Besides they were a little busy as the pistol fire still sounded from The Courtesan. <br><br>I landed on the deck a little harder than I had planned but quickly regained myself and looked around if I had been spotted already. Most of the crew aboard the merchant ship will still recovering from the initial shock of being fired upon and the poor souls were scrambling for safety. Not being a killer myself I knocked one of them out with a well aimed blow to the head with the handle of my sword.<br><br>“Goodnight.”<br><br>As more of my fellow Courtesan’s landed I looked around and noticed something way off. There was a female on deck wearing something that showed me she wasn’t part of the crew of the ship. That means she was worth ransom or was totally useless or maybe a servant of some rich person. Either way, a young girl was always good fun for pirates. In stead of taking her captive right here and now I quietly followed her making sure not to make any sounds louder than the screaming and murdering as we went deeper into the bowels of the ship. As the female walked faster and faster I had to make sure to keep the doors she passed open and with one dagger between my teeth I used my free hand to hold the doors from falling into the lock.<br><br>When she arrived to what seemed to be her destination she knocked the door and walked in, without looking back. Foolish girl. Grinning at the door and her panicked voice behind it I knew I had hit the jackpot. This girl had ran all the way across the ship to warn her master or mistress and she had not found me. I waited for them to come out to take them back to MacBert.
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				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>11-09-2011, 20:32:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m545/LadyChavez/Pirate.jpg?t=1301465968)</div> <strong>Blackbird, boarding the merchant vessel</strong><br><br><hr><br>The excitement when our ship neared the heavy merchant was almost heady. I had moved to where I could look at it, right after offering the last crew member a drink and receiving a rough grope on the ass. My elbow met his gut when I turned to leave, purely by accident of course, and then I rushed to my preferred viewing spot. <br><br>As soon as the order was given I stopped evading gunshots and followed Ailsa on board the merchant. I didn't bother throwing a grappling hook to swing over like she did, though it would be a much more impressive sight for the poor little mice over there, but took advantage of the ships being as good as locked together and jumped. My flight was short and I landed softly like a cat, right behind an unsuspecting crew member who was foolishly trying to tie back a door. Trying to protect something, no doubt, but really? It never ceased to amaze me how stupid people could be when under stress. <br><br>I turned his head towards me and pressed my body into his back to make sure he saw my face and recognized that his death would come at the hand of a woman, then dragged my knife easily across his neck just as he was about to yelp out. His blood spilled onto the back of my hand as I cut his throat and I wiped it on the next guy's cheek before ducking from his pistol and delivering a crude stab up under his chin. My shoulders shook with laughter and I darted towards where I saw Ailsa disappear. What was the girl doing, I wondered and decided to keep her exit clean of pests. I remained more or less at the door she'd gone through, evading bullets from my own crew mates and taking care of those who stupidly approached me. This was what I was born to do, raised to do, and by the dark of the oceans did it feel fantastic!
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				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 14:26:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Georgianahastings.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Georgiana Hastings<br>&nbsp;<em><strong>Lady aboard the English vessel</strong></em><br><br>&nbsp;<hr><br>The first Clara knew that something was amiss was a crew member shouting from over head about another ship fast approaching. She had leaned out to see it better but to her it was simply just another vessel cutting through the waves intent on going their way, as they were. The view across the vast expanse of ocean was far more interesting to her, watching the dolphins leap and cut through the waves. Her attention was so absorbed that when panic arose on board she turned slowly to watch as 'all hands on deck' did everything that the captain asked of them. Standing with mouth agape she heard the distinct sound of a cannon, the clear whistle overhead and the holler from the crew as the ship beneath her rocked from the blast. Gripping the side for dear life she watched now as if all about her were in slow motion. Her arm was suddenly shook roughly and in her daze she turned to look into the eyes of one of the crew.<br><br>"Get below now!" he ordered her sternly before he released her arm and ran to prepare their own canon. Their ship shook violently again as another barrage tore through its side. Clara screamed and began to look about her for a clear path to door that would lead her below. Scuttling about as she made her way, gathering her skirts about her as best she could while still trying to maintain some air of dignity, Clara finally gripped the intricate door handle and began to tug it open. One glance over her shoulder caused her to gasp as she saw the other ship now boardside and a jolly roger flag flying proudly. She ran then forgetting all about the doors as she passed through one and then another and another to make her way to her mistresses quarters. <br><br>"Hurry Miss, we have to get you hidden or somewhere safe. There's pirates out side, pirates!"<br><br>Williams sitting all green and forlorn in the corner of the room, glanced up as Clara, beautiful Clara came hurdling in. He really wished she wouldn't go about as if she were familiar with this god forsaken rig and its crew but she seemed more at home here than on land. He lurched forward and up as he made to stand and steady himself.<br>"Pirates?!" he exclaimed before fainting clean away.<br><br>The first blast to the ship had Georgiana falling from her comfortable bunk and struggling to climb back on to it. She had ordered Williams to go and see what was happening but he could barely take a step without motion sickness overwhelming him and causing him to sit down with his head between his legs again. Exasperated that she had surrounded herself by incompetent fools she swung her legs with grace over the side of her bunk and gripped the nearest wooden pillar to steady herself. She was never going to find her sea legs at this rate. The ship shook violently again and all manner of lunacy could be heard from the upper decks. Fear over took any other emotion and her eagerness to find out what was happening was squashed. Holding to the pillar as if her life depended on it, she stared in terror as the door to her room was flung open. A sigh of relief escaped her until she heard Clara's words.<br><strong>"Pirates?"</strong><br><br>Her voice mingled with Williams but thank fully she had more sense than to faint. She glanced from him to Clara, unsure what they should do but they couldn't exactly carry the man. Gathering her skirts she gripped Clara by her elbow.<br><strong>"Take me to the Captain's quarters, they are most likely the safest right now"</strong> she let Clara lead them back outside but Georgiana closed the door behind her, doubting that any one would bother themselves with a passed out servant. Turning from the door, Georgiana ran smack into the Clara's back, the woman had not even moved an inch but the Governors daughter soon found out why. There before them stood what resembled a woman but Georgiana was not a hundred percent sure. She wasn't wearing proper attire and seemed incredibly hostile. <br><br><strong>"Out of my way, we need to pass. Do as I say or you will find yourself up to your neck in trouble."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>20-09-2011, 11:01:31</strong>
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				<strong>Ailsa MacCrory, stumbled upon the soon to be Damsel in a lot of distress.</strong><br><br>Oh glory. Of all the fine scum I could come across I stumbled on an upper class young woman. To make matters worse, she was English most likely. I watched the two women and enjoyed the shock on their faces. Before I could say anything though, the hag decided she was in a position to speak. Amused by her tone and her words I leaned against the wall and just smiled at her.<br><br><strong>"Yer a wee bit o'home young missy. It be wise to think o'yer words before spewing them."</strong><br><br>I swung my daggers around and put them away in their sheaths. By now both of the young women should have noticed my accent.<br><br><strong>"Now ye see me fair lasses, I would let ye pass, no problems but ask yerself this question first. What would you do once ye get yer pretty faces outside on the deck? Some of me friends ain't seen a lass in months, let alone a fair one like yerselfs. Imagine the horrors they'd do to you before handing yer over to ol' captain Be.. Griffiths." </strong> <br><br>To mock them even more I stepped aside and made an elegant bow.<br><br><strong>"Of course, if ye can accept that fate of rape and torture, by all means, pass."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>20-09-2011, 12:41:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/46b470e4a2f1f47670c5d9673a049e05-1.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Fara, Boarding the Merchant Ship</span></strong><br><br>Fara watched with a look of disinterest as the Courtesan drew along side the merchant ship. The jolly Roger was hoisted into the air and excitement leap in her breast a flicker of a smile playing on her lips as her fingertips tapped along the hilt of her rapier. At the shout of her captain Fara's eyes light up. She loved boarding other ships the excitement a thrill unattainably any other way. <br><br>With practiced ease as if she'd been doing so forever she hooked a line over the main sail and swung onto the other ship boots landing lightly on the deck of the other ship. Everyone was moving so quickly, shouting, the smell of gunpowder heavy in the air, sounds swirling so thick it made it impossible to hear but it didn't matter Fara was at home here. People were running at it looked as if most didn't seem to yet notice the three female pirates that had boarded them but a few had.<br><br>A flash of silver and Fara turned a half step to her right pulling her rapier from the sheath on her hip and held it easily in her hand and the man advanced practically at a run as if hoping to scare her into retreated or perhaps to run her through. Neither would happen. A flick of her wrist batted the ill held blade away from her and two quick steps took her out of his running path. From there it was a simple thing to pivot on one foot and slash across his back the keen edge on her blade cutting threw the fabric and his skin like it was little more then warm butter.<br><br>A crimson line soaked through his clothing as he snarled and turned to face her her face twisted in pain. Fara's face was cold her blue grey eyes showing no emotion as she batted away a swipe to her abdomen and slashed at hi arm. He hissed and swung again using too much power, leading with his elbow instead of his wrist his ever move screamed at her moments before he made it. The sound of steel on steel rang through the air combining with the other sounds of violence as the two fought. The air around them whistled and Fara could hear gun shots too near to them. she didn't have time to play with him as she'd like, besides he wasn't proving much of a challenge any way.<br><br>He caught her during moment of ill attention and caught her across her shoulder. She glared at him and took advantage of his lowered guard and lunged forward stabbing him between the ribs. He cried out as she pulled back and her expression flickered something that almost looked like regret but was gone too fast for anyone to be sure. The man went to his knees dying of that she was sure but to be safe she slashed into his lower abdomen before departing from him her eyes seeking another fool hearty person who thought to challenge her.
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				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>23-09-2011, 11:20:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Georgianahastings.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Georgiana Hastings<br>&nbsp;<em><strong>Lady aboard the English vessel</strong></em><br><br>&nbsp;<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.&nbsp; 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.
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>27-09-2011, 14:39:44</strong>
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				I let both women run past by me onto the deck and spun around on the tips of my toes and followed them outside casually. If they didn't believe me on my words, the horror outside on the deck would soon make them rethink their attempt to escape.<br><br>Once out on the deck I tapped my hat to the dark haired pirate captive for keeping the door free. In front of me the battle was almost over as most of the merchant crew lay dead or surrendered on the deck. <br><br>I found the captain on our ship, gave him a sign that all was clear and watched our men carefully, making sure they wouldn't harm them fair lasses. As the crew surrounded them around the mast I stepped in and told them not to harm both girls until the captain told them.<br><br><strong>"Captain Griffiths now owns them. We shall not torture, plunder or maim these fair ladies unless given permission by the Captain."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>27-09-2011, 19:08:03</strong>
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				<strong>CAP'N BERT - TAKING STOCK ON BOARD THE PRIZE, AND HANDLING PRECIOUS CARGO</strong><br><br><strong>"Yo ho ho, arsehole!"</strong> I shouted as I took off a snarling head with my boarding axe, and fired the last of my pistols in the face of an Englishman who was loudly and messily missing his arm, to put him out of his misery. Our attack had broken what resistance the English sailors put up. Now where was the captain, and what goodies were they carrying for us?<br><br>I threw my hat jauntily into the air and caught it on the bloodstained blade of my axe. <strong>"The ship is ours, ladies! Get the rum and medicine chest out of the hold, and let's see what other treasures we have here."</strong> I wiped something sticky from my forehead. Oh dear, that would probably leave a nasty stain. Someone had already spilled their guts down my jacket, and there was a nasty rip in the sleeve where it had caught on the tip of someone's cutlass. Christ, the hardships of a life at sea.<br><br>The quarterdeck day cabin of the ship was&nbsp; a shambles, and the jug of wine on the table was almost empty, probably abandoned around the time we opened fire. I swirled the glass or so left in the jug in front of the window and took a sip. Not bad. I headed down to the hold, and inspected the freight. The usual, really. Enough barrels of rum to keep a few dozen men shitfaced for a year, a few crates of muskets, and for some reason, several boxes stamped 'Trudgewell &amp; Clodhopper Patent Leather Boots' stacked up to the low ceiling. I took the megaphone from my belt and shouted up for Achmed, Salim, Khalufu and Malik, the six foot picanninies. <strong>"Porters! Bring the goodies to our ship, and try not to drink straight from the barrels."</strong> The small, heavy chest of silver the ship was carrying to trade was a bit valuable to trust to them, so I took it with me.<br><br>I climbed back up on deck, swung across to the Courtesan by a loose piece of rigging, ignoring the chaos of my celebrating crew for now, and headed to the blacksmith's workshop. <strong>"Drake! I hope you didn't get to bored down here. Can you head over to the merchantman we just captured and see what repairs need to be made? I'd like it fit to sell to Crazy Knock Down Prices Pierre by the time we get back into port. On your way!"</strong><br><br>When I got back up on the quarterdeck, I was pleasantly taken aback by the sight that awaited me. <br><br><strong>"Good catch Ailsa!"</strong> I exclaimed, spinning my axe around my hand by a leather strap on the handle. It looked like our assault cook had stumbled on some valuable cargo. An English rose, all alone at see with just a handmaiden for company! That would keep the lads' hands off Fara and Blackbird for a bit. She'd make a nice change from those ghastly cheap whores of Libertatia, to be sure! <strong>"You there, in the £20 dress! What are you doing on a seedy hulk like this? Going somewhere important?"</strong> I called down to her, taking off my hat. I walked down the steps and stepped into the circle of my crew, surrounding and leering at our new captives. I nodded smugly at the sailors, and kissed the patrician's daughter's hand, putting down the case of silver.<br><br><strong>"I'm Captain Griffiths, my lovely. I see you've already met my cook Ailsa. Good thing you didn't run into one of my German marines, they can be quite rough and don't appreciate haute couture as much as I do,"</strong> I winked at Ailsa. <br><br>Khalufu walked past over the gangplank, carrying one of the barrels and shouting at his colleagues to shake a leg in African. <strong>"Wha' Cap'n, no cabin boys wi' round asses an' no hair on deir balls?"</strong> he complained.
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				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>05-10-2011, 17:04:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Georgianahastings.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Georgiana Hastings<br>&nbsp;<em><strong>Lady being hauled before pirate captain</strong></em><br><br>&nbsp;<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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirates...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>05-10-2011, 20:38:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1131.photobucket.com/albums/m545/LadyChavez/Pirate.jpg?t=1301465968)</div> <strong>Blackbird, counting gold</strong><br><br><hr><br>I hadn't been guarding that door for long when a couple of women burst through, looking about as pale as their undergarments. I grinned as I knocked them onwards into the fray where they were swiftly grabbed and moved over to our ship. The boys would have fun with these two, if nothing else. I planned to stay on the merchant longer, but curiosity got the better of me and I danced lightly between fighting men over to the Courtesan. Once on board, I whistled at the Spaniard Ramóne who was close to where I jumped and nodded over to where the women were being presented to the Captain. <strong>"Think those two will be easily split between crewmen?"</strong> I mused and winked at him, ducked to evade a stray shot from the merchant (had to be stray, nobody would shoot that badly on purpose!), and made my way over to the growing crowd of curious ones as myself. <br><br><strong>"Oh my, Captain!"</strong> I gasped in fake horror and put on my best good girl act, fanning a hand on front of my face as I glanced from the men to the two women. <strong>"You must not harm them. The Lady should be treated to only the best!"</strong> I turned to look at the blonde captain, letting him see the wicked gleam in my eyes and the growing smirk on my lips before I turned back to the most recent captives and stepped close enough for the posh one to feel my breath on her cheek. <strong>"The best blades,"</strong> I murmured quietly for only her to hear and grinned at every twitch and movement. The men kept her nice and stuck and I continued as if whispering delicate secrets but dripping with venom. <strong>"The best rope... The best..."</strong> I paused and pulled back, let her see me sizing up the men and nodding to one of the bigger brutes, <strong>"...men."</strong> I finished with a dark chuckle. Then I spun around and winked at the brute who had growled in response to my look before. Oh he'd be having way too much fun with these little things to bother me in the near future. Or wouldn't he?<br><br>I slipped further away to see what the captain was going to do with his new pets and kept an eye on how the crew was doing on the merchant as well. Despite my curiosity, I was on my toes. Ready to jump in if things started heating up again, but for now we seemed to be well in the upper hand. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirates...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>06-10-2011, 07:39:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://adminmen.successmodels.com/galeries/book/Z_51.jpg)</div> <strong>Ramón "El Ojo"(The Eye) Cervantes </strong>- On the quarterdeck with the captain and the captives <hr><br><strong>"Perhaps, depends who is sober enough to partake in the entrainment tonight."</strong> I replied to Blackbird with my own smile, my hands repacking and prepping one of my pistols before it went to its proper holster.<strong>"Watch the helm Mr Sans."</strong> I ordered the young man as I stepped away from the wheel and moved to were the Captain had emerged along some of other crew with some spoils. <br><br><strong>"A daughter of a Governor...my my perhaps we should offer her lavish accommodations and the best this ship has to offer." </strong>I said with a grin, catching the female's demand with a raised eyebrow. Stopping, I turned my eyes towards the captain and then back to ship that was in the middle of being plundered to the frame. <br><br><strong>"You sure about that? That ship is not going anywhere anymore." </strong><br>I shrugged, taking note of the damage and the more that would follow. The foolish girl screwed herself order, had she kept her mouth shut she might have been ditched at the nearest port but now that she was a value, that was no likely to happen. A smirk spread across my lips as I eyed her, my hand moving to stroke the handle of a knife I kept on my person, ready to turn her expensive dress to tatters. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirates...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>07-10-2011, 15:44:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Georgianahastings.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Georgiana Hastings<br>&nbsp;<em><strong>This 'ere crew stinks, methinks they need to walk the plank with a bar of soap in hand</strong></em><br><br>&nbsp;<hr><br>Georgiana had expected the so-called Captain to speak again but instead it seemed he had no control over the rabble of a crew that were in his possession. Another female pirate, one that had been callously pushing them earlier on stepped forward now to have her say. Clara gulped loudly but nodded her head vigorously completely agreeing with the strange looking, foul smelling woman that they should indeed be treated to the best. <br><br>Georgiana was no fool however and suffered them lightly, she knew the woman was obviously dangerous, one didn't hang around with cutthroats to sing them lullaby's after all and as the men seemed to thrill at every word, laughing raucously it was more than clear that she was in someway respected as any other pirate probably was on board the vessel. The woman moved closer to Georgiana and she could clearly see the whites of her eyes and the venom held in those dark pools. <br><br>It was a good job that she was held because her legs would have gone weak with the level of trembling that they did as blades and rope and men were all listed off. Even with fear taking hold, the young English woman would not let herself be bested by any pirate. They were nothing short of beasts in her opinion and she was used to voicing her opinion. Her own hazel eyes flickered for a moment to the garish brute that had been indicated, his gormless expression and toothless mouth caused Georgiana to exclaim loudly a simple <strong>"Yewww!"</strong> sound of repulsion. <br><br>Another voice broke in, a Spanish accent curling it and feeling the pirates hands upon her arms tighten more as if she were really going to take flight, Georgiana glanced first up at the brute who was holding her before glancing to the man now speaking. She knew he was mocking her but tilted her chin up proudly anyhow. At least until he pointed out the ship she had been sailing on. Both women turned their gazes slowly on the English vessel and gasped. Georgiana had only one thought and it was not for the crew if any remained but for the precious cargo of shoes in its hull. Her beautiful expensive shoes!<br><br><strong>"No!"</strong> she stomped the heel of her shoe onto the fools foot and the large oaf behind her released her instantly, that mere second was enough to see her run at least two steps in the direction of her ship, <strong>"My sho..."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>13-10-2011, 08:39:09</strong>
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				<strong>Ailsa MacCrory, saving the day... again.</strong><br><br><em>Sigh. Men...</em><br><br>I watched the whole conversation unfold while lounging in the ropes of the sails, arms behind my head and legs crossed. The poor missy was in trouble no doubt about that, but on the other hand, with the men now busy, the whining about the food would be less severe. Not that I cared but compliments were scarce on this here vessel and there were times that I wanted to just punch the fools that complained in the face or stab them in the throat.<br><br>Anyway, food was of later concern. The lasses were in trouble and I revelled in it. The maid looked scared enough but the preppy lass didn't look nearly as frightened as she should be. Not that I would be scared by the ragtaggedy crew of nobody's standing around her. The captain looked like Jesus and Ramon like a God. Yes they were both pretty.. too pretty to be pirate leaders. Same goes for Blackbird. Smoking hot but dangerous as a Kraken on her period. <br><br>I took a drink of my rum, still lounging as I saw the lady somehow release herself from the grip of the men holding her. In a split second I took my rapier, held it the wrong way and landed the handle of the blade smack dead in the middle of her nose. It didn't break but it was enough to knock her down. I jumped up from the ropes, onto her and wrestled her hands behind her back. I sat over her back and her bum, (a mighty pretty one) and with her arms behind her back I bent her upwards so she was facing the crew.<br><br><strong>"Yes the oaf's a fool but when you hurt somebody you apologize. Except when you're a pirate,"</strong> I said while bending her a bit further so she would feel the strain of muscles bending the wrong way.<br><strong>"Which you are not."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirates...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>14-10-2011, 08:40:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/46b470e4a2f1f47670c5d9673a049e05-1.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Fara, Boarding the Merchant Ship</span></strong><br><br>Fara took little notice of the world around her as men stupidly come forward to attack the innocent looking girl with silvery eyes and curly brown hair hanging loose down her back seeming not to notice the splatter of blood maring her clothing or the pool growing under her boot heels. Soon enough fewer were coming at her and the heat of the conflict around her had lessened, many lay dead or dying, she took little notice of them.<br><br>A glance back to the deck of her own ship showed some sort of excitement and Fara was near bored with the few men darting around firing shots from behind things, cowards the lot of them. It would be only a few minutes now till everything was over. She wiped the blade clean on the leg of her pants before slipping it back into the sheath and leaping the distance between the english ship and her own.<br><br>She landed gracefully on bended knees before moving to join the small group that had gathered around something. Something became someone as Fara watched Ailsa pin a girl to the ground. Fara walked around the group to get a look at the chit a cruel smile curling her lips. <strong>"Won't the men be pleased."</strong> She said more to herself then anyone, her voice soft as she noted the girls pretty looks. Fara had yet to hear her declare her standing or rank in the world but as one raised around nobility she could tell the girl was no commoner. Had Fara been compassionate she might have felt bad for the girl whom she doubts very much had any idea of the world she'd just been forcible pulled into but alas she was not and all she felt was a flare of pleasure that the men would have someone else to bother for a while. <br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirates...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>26-10-2011, 13:39:36</strong>
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				<strong>Ailsa MacCrory, taking her own personal treasure</strong><br><br>Being on The Courtesan for quite a while now I kind of knew what the Captain wanted and not wanted. This here lass had a big mouth and a fighting spirit, something the captain liked in his crew, not in his captives. The servant was still being held by the men and the pretty rich lass squirmed between my legs and struggled in vein. I wanted to strip her off her clothes and ravage her with the men right here and now but I knew who was in charge. A quick look at the captain and I got the order. <br><br>The men started to strip the servant down to her underwear and as the woman struggled and fought, she was forced to the mast. I arched the lady beneath me a bit further, something she must now really feel hurting and licked her ear menacingly. Then I let her fall down hard to the boarding and took my knife. The dress of the woman was tied behind her back but I’m a pirate. Patience is not my virtue. In one go, I slid my knife through all the ties of the woman’s dress and turned her on her back.<br><br><strong>“Off it goes with the big expensive dress lassy.”</strong><br><br>I ripped the dress off her and looked at her body a bit. <br><br><br><strong>“Shame really,”</strong> I said just loud enough as I lifted her on her feet. <br><strong>“Such a nice body still.”</strong><br><br>I handled her to the other side of the mast from the servant and tied her to the other woman and the mast. Smelling her neck and licking her cheeks I gave her a wicked smile and went down on my knees.<br><br><strong>“I’ll take yer socks lassy, before the men stain them too much.”</strong><br><br>Carefully not to rip them apart I took the laced stockings off and caressed them as if they were the biggest treasure ever. <br><br><strong>“They even smell expensive and pretty. A bit like you,” </strong> I smiled again at Georgiana, as I sniffed out the stockings. <br><strong>“Shame they will smell like this in a few days and you won’t.”</strong><br><br>Laughing I turned away and neatly folded the stockings in my pockets and gave the captain and the McOjo a nudge that everything was done. The ladies were bound to the mast and the merchant was empty. Ready to sail out with the plunder and the new found entertainment.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirates...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>26-10-2011, 22:18:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://adminmen.successmodels.com/galeries/book/Z_51.jpg)</div> <strong>Ramón "El Ojo"(The Eye) Cervantes </strong>- On the main deck with the spoils <hr><br>I had to admit I was a little disappointing when the girls were stripped and tied to the mast but I quickly rectified it by ordering the man at the helm to cover for me. I watched with amusement as Ailsa ripped the dress from the mayor's daughter then carefully slid the socks off of her. I moved up to cook with a grin, my hand slid around her body until I was cupping a cheek of her ass. <strong>"DO I get to see you in those later? Or you planning on being selfish?"</strong> I whispered to her, thinking of the things I wanted to see Ailsa do to the new girls or even our first mate. Her preferences aside, I was a man who loved seeing a woman dressed in the frilliest of things. <br><br>It was not my place to get the men moving, the Captain or the First Mate would have to do that. Instead I approached the three girls and shooed away the other pirates who were more thane eager to have their fun. <strong>"Step aside gentlemen, the Captain will pick which of the three he wishes to be the entertainment for the evening. I am sure the other two will go to the rest of you. But first these bitches need to be taught their place...specifically this one."</strong> I said darkly before I pressed myself behind the now barely covered Georgiana. <br><br><strong>"Bring me the Captain's daughter (Cat o Nine)."</strong> I called out to one of the crew members as my right hand slid around her smooth throat. My fingers curled my body pressed into her, trapping her between myself and the mast. I buried my face into her hair and took a deep whiff, turning to look at the others. <strong>"She does smell nice..."</strong> I commented before pressing my lips against her ear. <strong>"You have quite some fight in you...I'm going to make sure I flog and fuck it out of you, Ms. Hastings"</strong> I whispered to her only before pulling away with a grin, waiting for the device to arrive so the fun could begin. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirates...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>27-10-2011, 15:04:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Georgianahastings.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Georgiana Hastings<br>&nbsp;<em><strong>Lady aboard the Coutesan in serious trouble!</strong></em><br><br>&nbsp;<hr><br>Barely had a step been taken when a fist appeared as if from mid-air, the scabbard in its grip laid a blow to Georgiana's face. She stumbled from the shock, teetering on legs that simply were not made for sea or ships and falling down felt herself wrestled to her stomach where her hands were subsequently bound. Still dazed from the shock of the blow, her head swam and she half expected stars to dance before her eyes. Her nose stung something awful and she was certain that she could hear Clara crying out to her. What an infernal damn racket she was making! <br><br>Within moments she felt something sit upon her and struggled to free herself of whatever it was but in the position she was now in, that seemed damn near impossible to do. The indignity of it, someone was actually using her as a seat! Did the wench honestly expect her to apologise to the oaf she had just escaped from? The girl was delusional and Georgiana was all set to say as much, when Clara began to scream anew. <br><br>Georgiana strained her head around to see, her nose bleeding upon the deck of the ship and leaving a bit of a mess dribbling down to her chin. Her eyes were blurred from the tears that had naturally pricked her eyes from the blow but she was little concerned for herself now. Clara was a sweet natured woman who had put up with quite a bit on the journey due to Georgiana and Williams sick sickness. Georgiana had begrudingly come to like the woman and felt her stomach knot with fear at the sound of these particular screams. <br><br>When she could look it was to see the pirates stripping Clara of her clothing, the woman put up a decent struggle but she was no match for the vile hands that groped at her.<br><strong>"Get away from her!"</strong> Georgiana shouted, blood dripping into her mouth which she spurted out, for her own reward the wench atop her cut loose her binds and began to rip her dress from her. She squirmed and writhed to prevent the inevitable but it only received raucous laughter from those about her. She felt mortification bathe her but would not give any of them the soot of seeing her brought low. <br><br>Nobility had a pride that the poor would never comprehend, an honour that could not be stripped as her clothing. Georgiana was hauled to her feet and looked directly at the woman who was tormenting her. The ridiculous compliment sent a flurry of rage through her, she seethed and suffered more humiliation as even her stockings were stripped from her. The woman's taunts sent another wave of anger through her and she did the only thing she had left in her arsenal to do. With blood still fresh in her mouth she spat at her as she was strapped with Clara to the mast. <br><br>"Oh Mistress" Clara whimpered so obviously terrified.<br><strong>"It's alright Clara ... someone will save us"</strong> she did not believe her own words for a moment and gasped aloud when she felt a male press against her, grateful that as yet she was left with her silken slip. <br><br><strong>"I know my place pirate, it is you who should know yours!"</strong> she hissed through gritted teeth, as Clara beseeched her to stay quiet. How in the world was she expected to remain quiet when they were being assaulted? The woman was mad!<br><br>A hand clasped about her throat and his body pressed infernally closer. She could smell the sea and the time on this ship from him and wanted to gag anew at the smell. As he smelled her hair, Georgiana wished she was brave enough to knock her head backwards but was certain she would knock herself out instead of doing any damage to the fool behind her. When he spoke again, her eyes widened as did her mouth and she struggled violently where she was bound though pressed to the mast by his body made it impossible.<br><br><strong>"No! flog me till I bleed all over your boat but you will not touch me!" </strong>she declared using her bare feet to kick back at him, <strong>"Never!"</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirates...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>28-10-2011, 00:46:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/46b470e4a2f1f47670c5d9673a049e05-1.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Fara, aboard the Coutesan</span></strong><br><br>Fara wore a smirk on her lips as she watched the two stripped of their clothing and bound to the main staff she followed the group from a bit of a distance keeping an eye on things as was her job while the captain was busy. Normally the job was a bit tedious the man proving more a bit tiresome to Fara at times though now she didn't complain, there was something very fun about watching someone else struggle uselessly knowing she would not be in such a position.<br><br>When the insolent little bitch spat on the cook Fara's amused smirk turned rather annoyed. Had she known Fara at all she might have had reason to fear the young girls irritated look but as of yet she did not though she would soon. Her smile was cruel as Ramón called for the Captain's daughter and she watched the crew man scurry off to get it. She intercepted the man before he could hand it off and played her fingertips lovingly through the supple leather that would soon be cutting into the girls pampered flash.<br><br>Fara closed the few feet between herself and Ramón and held out the whip her eyes hard as she looked at the troublesome uppity wench bound to the mass. "Make sure she learns her place well." She said her voice hard as her gaze flicked to Ramón for a moment before she stepped away shouting orders to the crew to get moving, the unsaid but implied threat of her voice moving many of them along at a fast pace then normal as they moved along back to their jobs to get the ship ready to move. With that she stepped back and leaned against the rail her gaze flitting between that of the ever distant horizon and the activity around the main mast.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirates...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>04-11-2011, 17:26:34</strong>
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				Rachel O'Hara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=114054.msg5362355#msg5362355) appeared on the deck and shook her head when she saw the scene in front of her. Two half-naked women bound to the mast. By the tone and words of the dark-haired one, she was highborn. The other was likely her servant. Not surprisingly, Ramon was thinking with his prick again, which was a common weakness amongst the men on board. She walked the deck until she reached the small crowd that had gathered around Georgiana, Clara and Ramon. She unsheathed her rapier and let the tip of her blade tease Ramon's neck-line. <strong>"Get your hands off our prize Ramon... Don't you see she's highborn? She'll fetch a much higher ransom with her maidenhood intact and her skin untarnished by lashes." </strong> She pulled a dagger from her belt and with the rapier still pointed at Ramon, she cut Georgiana loose. Not wanting to push things too far, she allowed the servant to remain tied to the mast. She couldn't deprive them of <em>both</em> women. If she did, they were just as likely to have their way with her instead. She pulled Georgiana behind her and lead her below deck, holding her sword pointed towards the angry and horny pirates until they were out of view. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirates...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kendra</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 13:58:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Georgianahastings.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Georgiana Hastings<br>&nbsp;<em><strong>Lady aboard the Courtesan ~ rescued ... maybe!</strong></em><br><br>&nbsp;<hr><br>He stepped away and she seethed, her breathing coming in deep pants as fury tore through her, how dare they treat her like this! It was not to be born and yet she was helpless to do anything but lying down and having this scum molest and abuse her for their own ends was not going to happen either or she hoped it would not. Surely someone would see sense and not dare harm a hair on her head! Clara could be heard crying and whimpering as another pirate began to molest her and Georgiana felt tears prickling her eyes again, burning them with humiliation. Good decent kind Clara who believed in love and everything beautiful, did not deserve this treatment, did not deserve this ordeal.<br><br><strong>"Leave her be!"</strong> she shouted again, her nose ached from the bash earlier, her arms ached from the binds and her body shivered from the cold sea air brushing over her naked upper body.&nbsp; The sound of another approaching made her turn her head to see one of the female pirates hand over the whip to the man who had threatened her with a flog and a fuck. Her eyes stared daggers at the woman before she gritted her teeth and psyched herself up for the lashing that was to come. She had witnessed strong men wither to their knees after a flogging and prayed she would weather even one beating.<br><br>It seemed that for now the gods were in her favour as another spoke up. A sigh of relief paled her and Clara sobbed in relief as well, the pirate groping at her startled that Ramón was now on the end of a blade instead of the chits they had captured. The word maidenhood was mentioned as a dagger slit through her binds and released her. Rubbing her aching wrists, Georgiana glanced wearily to Clara, waiting for her to be released as well but that did not happen. The lady was pulled towards the door that led below deck but she began to protest.<br><strong>"Clara ... please ... you cannot leave her to them ... CLARA!" </strong>she yelled out her servants name as she was pushed through the door and taken below, all she had heard besides the loud complaints of the pirate horde was the plaintive cry of her servant calling her name.<br><br><strong>"Look ... thank you ... truly"</strong> she said to the female pirate who had rescued her from her ordeal, <strong>"but my maid servant ... she is a virgin ... too!"</strong> she said, adding on the last word as if it were necessary. Clara indeed was a virgin, was saving herself for her husband if she ever married but Georgiana ... Georgiana had grown vastly bored of her private education and had sought other means to educate her mind and body. She was far from a virgin and did enjoy the pleasures of the body immensely but a rowdy gang bang with a ship of pirates was not on her list of pleasures to do before she died. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirates...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 14:13:27</strong>
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				<strong>Rachel taking her prize back to the workshop</strong><br><br>Rachel lead the lady to small workshop near the end of the lower deck and ignored her pleas and protests. Having arrived there, she just pushed the noblewoman down onto a large chest. She shook her head when she started about her servant once again.<strong> “I couldn’t save your servant if I wanted to. Those men were starving for pussy, had I tried taking her away as well they likely would have taken all three of us by force.”</strong> She sheathed her sword.<strong> “One of you was going to get ravaged and I’d imagine you’d prefer it to be her, virginal or not?” </strong>She pulled a wool cloak from above the workbench and handed it to the woman, to cover her half-torn garments with. <br><br><strong>“I’m not entirely sure you’re completely in the clear already. It’ll be a long time before we reach port and the sight of your flesh will have made their blood boil. The might decide they want a taste of you as well once they tire of your servant girl.”</strong> She shrugged. <strong>“I suppose we will deal with that when the problem arises.” </strong>She crouched down in front of Georgiana and looked at her intently. <strong>“One thing though… cause me trouble and I’ll take that pretty head of yours myself, I don’t care if I lose the ransom in the process. Play along nicely and <em>maybe</em> I can keep you safe until your father is able to pay your ransom.”</strong> Rachel was surprised, the woman didn’t seem as terrified as she had imagined her to be, she seemed more affronted and deeply insulted by the way the men had treated her, not truly afraid at her ordeal. That would change quickly if some of the ruffians got their hands on her proper… <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirates...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 15:23:37</strong>
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				<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> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirates...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 06:42:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://adminmen.successmodels.com/galeries/book/Z_51.jpg)</div> <strong>Ramón "El Ojo"(The Eye) Cervantes </strong>- Giving Chase <hr><br>My hands were preoccupied with Georgianna's throat and my mind on other things which meant ultimately ended up with a blade pressed to my throat by no other than one of our fellow crewmen. I grit my teeth and watched as she absconded with the highborne and followed her with my eyes, knowing exactly where she went. I was about to give chase when I hear none other than Blackbird taunting me. <strong>"Why don't you try it and see what it earns you..."</strong> I snarled back at her, moving away from the dog pile of men who could not care less of the kidnapped Georgina now that they had Clara to fuck.&nbsp; <br><br>I stepped past her and grabbed some nearby rigging, pieces long enough for what I needed and along the way I sent the other pirates away. <strong>"You all heard the First mate, get your asses in gear!" </strong> I repeated the orders as I made way to the small workshop. It was not the Captain's nor my quarters but in retrospect Rachel had done me a favor by isolating herself with the higborne. With Captain's daughter and rigging in the same ahnd, I made short work of the door by kicking it wide open. <br><br>I was infuriated, the bitch wanted to point a sword at me, she was about to look down the length of my pistol. Cocking it I held it up and led with it as I stepped inside...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirates...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 08:44:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/24/Pirate_cropped.jpg)</div>Rachel O'Hara<br><hr><br>Rachel wasn’t really surprised when the door was forced open behind them. She turned and pulled the sword from its scabbard almost instantly. Ramon, of course. She never thought he would have allow the humiliating to stand. What she hadn’t counted on is for him to come at her with guns pointed. She was at a serious disadvantage there. <strong>“Ramon… will you calm down… I left you the servant girl, didn’t I? Or isn’t her pussy good enough for you?”</strong> She made sure to remain in between Georgiana and Ramon, though the presence of his gun made her a little less self-assured than before. She could probably fight Ramon to a draw with a sword, but his fire-arm had shifted the balance of power considerably. And there was no way she would ever be able to draw her weapon in time, not before he gave her a hole in her chest of her own.<br><br><strong>“So this is how it’s going to be? I take the highborn prisoner away from you so you in turn shoot a crewmember? Do you think the captain will approve of this?” </strong>She knew it was a long shot to count on the captain’s backing in this matter, but she needed to keep his mind occupied if she was to stand any chance at getting out of his uninjured, or with her life even. She quietly observed the agitated Ramon, ready for any hint of violence, or as ready as she could hope to be…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirates...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 08:59:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://adminmen.successmodels.com/galeries/book/Z_51.jpg)</div> <strong>Ramón "El Ojo"(The Eye) Cervantes </strong> <hr><br><strong>"I am very calm Ms. O'Hara." </strong>I hissed my venom coated words at her and stared at her in annoyance before I shook my head. <strong>"It's not about the pussy, not that I have a taste for deflowering one...quite sick of it really, did it enough in my youth as a lad." </strong> I explained very calmly to her as I help my gun steady at her chest. The look on my face daring her to try anything. <br><br><strong>"You started it, what good to us is a crew mate who we can not trust out of paranoia a blade will be pressed to our throats by them?"</strong> I asked her before tossing the rigging at her. <strong>"Undo your sword belt and let it drop, kick it over and disarm yourself. I know of the knife you hide between your thighs and the one at your ankle. Then tie her down." </strong> I commanded her sternly while I slowly took a few steps closer but not within her arm's range. I knew better than to trust her after her little stunt above deck. Only Fara or Blonde Bert himself could stop me now and they did not seem to be chasing after me... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirates...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 09:14:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/24/Pirate_cropped.jpg)</div>Rachel O'Hara<br><hr>She looked at Ramon incredulously. Surely he wasn’t serious! “You must think me a damn fool, Ramon. What is to stop you from not shooting me where I stand if I just hand over all my weapons to you? You wouldn’t come at me with a damn gun if you weren’t a craven at heart.” She made no attempt at handing him her sword or indeed her other weapons. Whatever state he was in, her sword was whatever little leverage she had left. She wasn’t about to yield it without some favorable terms for her first. <br><br>“You speak of distrusting me as a crew mate, but you are the one threatening my life right now. You think none of the crew would object to you shooting one of their own for no good reason?” She hoped that someone, anyone, who could reason with and calm Ramon would arrive soon. She wasn’t sure how much longer she would be able to dissuade the man from taking action. And taking action likely meant shooting her and then having his way with Georgiana. Though the first of those two events worried her a lot more than the second. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 09:41:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/46b470e4a2f1f47670c5d9673a049e05-1.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Fara, aboard the Coutesan, dealing with the crew</span></strong><br><br>I watched Rachel haul off the 'lady' using force against both the Ramón and the woman and waited to see how the crew would react I was nothing if not observant. Ramón took after the two woman and I waited ticking off seconds in my head making sure the crew was well at work before turning to BlackBird, "Don't get any ideas" I said cooly a smirk playing on my lips before following in an unhurried pace behind the group of three.<br><br>I hated the oppressive air below decks how amplified the noise was and how the fresh sea air never seemed to reach down here. I could hear the crew bitching but as always it quieted as I passed. It was a long time since I'd had to prove my name but a reputation like mine didn't fade quickly. <br><br>It was an easy enough thing to find my way to the cabin Rachel had taken the girl, the one where Ramón was now holding the two at gun point demanding Rachel's compliance. "What a charming scene" I said boredom lacing my words as my gaze flicked between the three people before landing on Rachel. "Release the girl to me now Rachel, or you can take her place since you seem so eager to spare her." I said my tone brooking no argument as my gaze flicked to the high born, "She'll be checked by the doc, if she still possess a maiden head you can take your argument before the Captain. If she does not..." I trailed off meaningfully a cruel smile flashing across my lips. <br><br>"As for you" I say my gaze going back to Rachel a hard look in my silver blue eyes, "I'm in favor of letting Ramón see to your punishment since you not only absconded with the crews new toy but undermined my authority and we can't have that now can we?" I asked pleasantly an easy smile crossing my lips as I settled a hand on my hip waiting seeming at ease with the tense air swirling around the small group.
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 10:26:20</strong>
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				<strong>Ailsa MacCrory, making a very very dary move.</strong><br><br>I'm not suicidal in any way but I got a plan and decided to give it a go. What could possibly happen? Me being used by the pirates? Bah.. been there done that. I saw a way of getting some pussy all for myself. Maybe I could convince MacBlackbird to help me and share the pussy. Worth a try. <br><br>Clara was naked and crying but the men hadn't been inside her yet. I smiled as my plan seemed to have more success every second I thought about it. When Fara too had left the deck I placed myself between Clara and the man, close enough to feel her breath in my neck.<br><br><strong>"Men, men... surely yer aching for pussy ye? Listen tae me for a second before doing it tae this wench here."</strong><br><br>The plan was flawless. In my mind at least it was.<br><br><strong>"Downstairs are now three pussies and a Spaniard. Three highclass pussies as well. A noble, a First mate and, apparently, a lousy pirate who doesn't know how to share."</strong><br><br>I looked around the men to see if what I was saying had any effect at all. Some seemed to listen, others just stared at the pussy and tits behind me. I let out a sigh and turned to face the captain. The first mate and the navigator were gone. The captain had to agree with me. Or else I'd show the Englishman what it was that put Scotland on the map! Victory or Death! Anyway, back to my plan. I gave Blackbird a quick look to see if she was with me or not.<br><br><strong>"Men, three noble pussies or this wench here? Take your pick?"</strong><br><br>I wasn't sure what MacEye would do when all the crew came disturbing his own little orgy with the prisoner, the pirate and the first mate or if he even had one but with the entire crew now rushing down below, I didn't really care. As I turned around I smiled at the few people left on board. I bloody found the prisoners and hauled their arses out of the merchant ship and I shouldn't be allowed to have me fun with them? Bloody pirates!<br><br>Carefully I dried Clara's tears and undid her ties.<br><br><strong>"Listen, I will have my way with you but if you decide to do anything stupid, I'll recall the men for you."</strong><br><br>Such a nice naked body she had. Probably a virgin too but nothing I could do about that. A split second I thought about going somewhere private with her but then decided I didn't have a lot of time. I pushed her on her knees and leaned against the mast myself. Then I lowered my pants a bit and told her to eat me. Like a good little slut she decided it was the best option she had and she did as I told her. <br><br>While two dogs fight for a bone... I can only imagine the scenes down below deck with Fara, Rachel and the noble lass and a lot of angry, horny pirates and as Clara did her job licking and pleasing me, I smiled in the distance. <br><br>Ho ho ho.. a pirate's life for me...
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				Post by: <strong>Shade</strong> on <strong>21-11-2011, 04:56:45</strong>
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				<strong>Drake Fischer, finally coming out, and not believing the sight before his eyes.</strong><br><br>As the wild shouts, clanging of blades, and the reports of muskets and flintlocks began to die down, Drake sighed. At least it sounded like things were coming to an end up there. But now he heard the sound of approaching footsteps. Looking towards the door, he saw that the captain was standing there. Bored? No. Disgusted? Yes. Sighing, he got to his feet and headed out to do his work. Best way for him to stay alive on this ship. <br><br>Coming out on the deck, the man froze. "Oh no..." he whispered to himself, seeing the two young women who had been captured and brought aboard. One was obviously high class, and the other her servant. He could see nearly all of the crew circling the women like hungry sharks. He'd never seen such behavior, and it appalled him. Though, he himself couldn't help but look as the two women had their dresses torn from their bodies, and were bound half naked to the mast. When he saw the Cat o Nine brought out, he couldn't believe that this was happening. But he did sigh in relief when one of them was cut free, and the man with the Cat o Nine stopped. But now one of the women was dragged below deck, the one he thought to be of higher class. The servant was left on deck with the rest of the crew. If pirate ships operated in this manner, it was a wonder how they could be successful without killing each other, he thought.<br><br>He moved to the side as several of the crew went below deck, desperate to get a piece of the lady below. Still stunned, he turned to the servant girl, who was now being forced to service a female pirate with her mouth. "Bloody pirates..." he said quietly, unable to take his eyes off the scene. 
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