The wrong ship? (AH and ~AT~)
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				Title: <strong>The wrong ship? (AH and ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 20:05:47</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Lucy picked up the hem of her dress as she ran as quickly as she could towards the carriage. She could hear her father shouting and the footsteps of her fiancé as he ran after her. “Lucy…where are you going?” She didn’t turn back, pulling the clip holding the veil from her hair letting it fall to the floor as she reached the carriage. “Drive…just go.” She shouted at the half asleep driver. As she shut the door it pulled away heading away from the church. Sitting back she pulled her gloves off reaching behind her neck she unfastened the diamond necklace, sighing she looked out the back window seeing her family stood there.<br><br>Holding onto the necklace she wondered where she would go, but she knew that she had to get there quick…luckily the necklace could help her get there. After an hour the drive pulled over, opening the door she headed outside. “So where are you heading?” The driver said, he was glad that he had been paid before since he knew he wouldn’t be paid for this now. “The nearest city…then I’ll find passage to another city.” He nodded slightly before getting into the driving seat. “Wait a sec.” She opened the case on the back pulling out a dress; she knew she’d have to get changed. She could sell the dress as well…at least someone might get married in it.<br><br>She got herself changed into a dark blue dress it showed off her ample chest, thin waist and a curvy waist; she was 5ft5 so average heights for a woman. An hour later she was in the city she stepped out of the carriage and into the nearest tavern. She had a few coins to pay for a few nights stay whilst she tried to find passage…to she had no idea. Perhaps the tavern keeper would know where she could get a ride to the city. <br></span></em>
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				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 00:05:29</strong>
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				The city of&nbsp; Genesis was a sprawling union of new and old.&nbsp; The foundations of the city were set upon the old ways, built upon the traditions of the people.&nbsp; Hand-crafted, brick houses with thatch roofs lined the winding streets. Building of similar fashion dominated the center of the city, holding all manner of merchants, guilds and travelers. Sprinkled amongst these weather buildings rose pillars of steam, the sound of cranks and gears adding to the general hum of bustling people.<br><br>Found along the sea, the city was blessed with a thriving port, the main reason that it had not slipped into history years before. Any one within the city limits or surrounding hills that looked east would see a field of sails, all fluttering in the wind, a dozens of banners dancing above their sails, promising destinations across the great sea. Several ships, own by those more daring and trusting in the newest of technologies, hung in their air, suspended under grand balloons of&nbsp; captured air.<br><br>Not far from the port, promising easy walking for the hundreds of sailors that passed through this region, what the bustling tavern of Acacia. This establishment was a mix of the new and old ways, pistons and cranks pumping in its belly to produce the desired heat or breeze to please the patrons within. William (http://images.gfxartist.com/images/ArtworkItem/full/144041.jpg) sat within the mass of bodies, his callus hands resting upon the table before him. His hand drifted to his eyes path, pressing against it to set the gadget behind it to a whirling buzz of work. Focusing it, his eyes turned to the young woman entering the door, curious as to why someone such as her would be in this place.<br><br>William didn’t make a move, wanting to observe her for a moment and try to figure out why she would be here. His eyes took her in, clearly seeing the desperation in her movements but also understanding the nobleness of her movements, sensing that she was from one of the upper ranks of society.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wrong Ship? (AH and ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 01:03:42</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Stepping out of the carriage she headed into the tavern, the sound of the pistons and pumps sounded louder inside the room then when she was outside. Moving to the bar she smiled slightly, “I’m looking for a room.” She said quietly as the man walked over to her.<br><br>“Well we have lots of rooms, how long for?” She bit her lip frowning slightly, as she looked at the balding man wondering if this was really the best tavern but since she only had a little bit of coin on her…it would have to do. “I’m not sure…I’m trying to find passage out of here…Perhaps you could direct me to a ship…I just need to get…away.” She smiled slightly, biting her lip as she scanned her icy blue eyes round the room, she knew that everyone was staring at her, the material of her dress was too expencive for any of the patrons to buy, and the colour was definitely not one that was seen often. Her trunk was brought inside as her coach driver waited to see where to put it.<br><br>Taking a key from a box the tavern keeper said, “follow me.” He led her through a doorway that was just big enough for her to walk through and up a steep flight of stairs. The higher she moved the further she was from the sound of pistons. “Alright its two coins a night, that includes breakfast and your first drink downstairs. He unlocked the door at the very top of the tavern before walking inside, it was nicer then she expected. <br><br>The room was almost circular, it was clearly built in a tower, the bed was large and well dress even if it was a little dusty. Heading to the window she opened it, she could see out over the water, the tide was on the turn the ships at sea were waiting to come back into port. “It’s a lovely room.” She smiled slightly at the tavern keeper. “Yes well it has some history…that window there is to be locked at all times…the last woman that was here…well there was some debate whether she fell or was pushed.” She handed the tavern keeper two coins as she nodded slightly wondering what she was letting herself in for.<br><br>“I was wondering where is the nearest jewellers’ shop I have something I need looking at.” She smiled politely, as he moved past her. “Do you see that building with the black roof…that’s the best jewellers’ around…he won’t fleece you might.” He laughed as if he was making a joke but she couldn’t see how. <br><br>“Of course…thank you.” She smiled, she handed the driver a coin, “Please don’t mention where you took me…well for a few days…give me a head start.” The driver nodded… “I won’t…I know what they are like.” He smiled sympathetically, before heading downstairs, the tavern keeper followed offering him a drink before he left, but he declined.<br><br>Pacing round the room Lucy picked up her jewellery bag, taking out the bracelet that meant the most to her she put in her engagement ring and earrings he had forgotten to take off… She was about to go and sell everything…in a small hope it would be enough to start a new life and hopefully a new identity.<br><br>She spent the good part of two hours bargaining with the jeweller, she managed to get 500 coins for the necklace and 200 for the earrings… and another 1000 for the ring…1700 coins that was enough…she hopped so…she wished that she had paid attention to the cost of things as she headed back to the tavern. Walking in, she ordered herself a drink…‘why not…just this once.’ She thought to herself as she sat down at an empty table, the majority of her coins safely hidden in her corset. ‘Now…what should I call myself.’ She smiled thinking at the look on her fiancés face as he watched her run away.</span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The wrong ship? (AH and ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 22:53:22</strong>
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				William paid careful attention to what was said. He was seated near enough to the bar to catch the general conversation that went on between the strange woman and the bar keep. So she needed a ship and a destination. A wicked smile began to form on his lips as he watched her, curious about how he might profit from striking a deal with her. He shrugged slightly as he watched her following the tavern keeper up the stairs. There was no way to get to her. Shaking his head, he returned to his drink, eyes shifting amongst the crowd casually.<br><br>When she came back down he was tempted to confront her. But there were too many eyes upon her and he held himself in check. It wouldn't be wise to reveal himself too quickly, especially with all of these men who know what he really was. He was sure he could con her into believing him but he would have to play his cards just right. Watching her move out the door, he raised a brow, wondering where she might be off too. Two hours passed and the tavern began to empty, various crews going back to their ships for the night.<br><br>William was considering giving up on her when she appeared again. Still he did not move from his seat, figuring that she would head right back upstairs to her room. When she stopped at the bar, he smiled softly. Watching her take a drink and move to one of the recently opened table, he nodded. Slowly he checked himself, adjusting belts and what not to make sure he didn't come across as too much of a rogue up front. No need in scaring off the customer. Painting on his best charming smile, he rose from his table, hard boots tapping on the planked flooring. Falling into the chair across from her, he kept his head turned to regard her with his good eye. "So I hear that you are in need of a ship and possibly a destination."
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 23:51:26</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">As she sat down she took a sip of the beer trying to hide the grimace from her face. She could see something move from the corner of her eye not looking at the man directly. He moved in front of her as he spoke, she looked up at him. “Oh um… I am in need of a ship.” She smiled slightly, he was gorgeous…more so then the fiancé she left. <br><br>“Where are you heading?” She smiled slightly as she looked at him, “Oh um…please join me.” She bit her lip blushing slightly, motioning to the chair opposite her. She looked up at him, she might have been worried htat he was a rogue if she knew what one was. Once he was seated she looked at him. “Is you’re ship ready to leave…I need to go away quickly.” She bit her lip, not wanting to explain the truth, “Oh um…I’m Lucy.” She smiling motioning for another drink for her ‘guest’.<br></span></em>
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				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 22:23:04</strong>
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				William nodded to the offered seat and sat across from her. He had brought his drink with him from his own table, taking a hearty swallow from it as he regarded her. Now that he was closer, he knew that she was from the upper class. The scrunch of her nose at the beer, the way she spoke and sat, it was all so telling. Hearing her words, he could tell that she was running from something. An arraigned marriage no doubt. He watched her for several moments before speaking. "No set destination, wherever the winds may take us. Do you have a specific destination that you are seeking?"<br><br>He leaned back in his chair, hands folding over his front as he watched her, studying every aspect of her. The mechanical eye behind his patch whirled and clicked, memorizing her should he need the information at a later date. It was always best to be prepared for anything and be able to use everything to turn a profit. Should she not be amusing in his bed he was sure that he could find a good profit for one so beautiful. Perhaps back to her family, or to the markets should the prices be better. It was all about the end gain in his mind.
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 22:53:43</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She frowned as she sat there not saying anything to her, it was her experience that men enjoyed speaking…usually about themselves, she found it was because they wanted impress the world…so finding a man who didn’t want to speak was like gold dust. She frowned slightly as she sipped her beer hoping that the taste would improve with each sip.<br><br>“I don’t have a destination…just away.” She whispered looking up at him. She bit her lip, “Prefereably somewhere they speak English.” She smiled softly adding to herself ‘or French’ but she didn’t say it out loud, she was still under the impression he had no idea that she was a noble’s daughter. <br><br>Biting her lip she pushed the drink away, the door opened suddenly and she jumped frightened that she was found so soon. A local walked inside, sighing she looked at William. “When are you sailing next…hopefully soon?” She whispered, biting her lip, she wanted to leave as soon as possible.</span></em>
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				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 01:58:00</strong>
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				William watched her closely, studying her every move. It would tell him a lot about her and how he might profit from the information. Watching her jump at the opening of the door, he nodded slightly to himself. So she was on the run and apparently they were not far behind. That was something to consider but it would be too hard to try and turn a ransom here. Too many people and he technically didn't have possession of her. Tapping his fingers together, he watched her for a moment.<br><br>"We can leave as soon as you are ready. We don't need light to go by as we are an air ship. So if you are ready to go then we can be on our way." He lowered his voice, leaning a little closer over the table. "And don't think I don't know the urgency that you have. It is obvious that you are running from someone." He smiled darkly, wondering how she would take the information that he knew nearly everything that was going on with her. He didn't reveal that he suspected that she was noble as there was no need to give everything away... yet.
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 02:20:06</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><em>She smiled slightly at him as he said that they could go soon. Running her fingers through her hair she smiled softly. “I can get my things now…if that’s not too soon.” She frowned as he said It was an air ship. “An airship?” She smiled softly. “I would like to see that.” Picking up the glass she took a sip trying to hide the grimace.<br><br>As she heard him say that he knew she was running she bit her lip. “Oh um…” She bit her lip. “You know about Lord Marcus?” She looked at him biting her lip, she wished she hadn’t said his name. Lord Marcus wasn’t well like in the Kingdom, he was the King’s advisor. He was not a nice man but he was rich, everyone would know that it was his wedding today; no doubt he had his men searching for her so the sooner she could leave the better. “How about right now?” She whispered.<br></em></span>
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				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 03:44:44</strong>
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				The reveal of a name, especially that of Lord Marcus practically made him smile. He held it back though, not wanting to give anything away to her. So she was the bride to Lord Marcus and had run from him. How wonderful. Now he knew he could certainly get a good deal for her if it came down to that. Lord Marcus was not known for parting with what he felt was his and a future bride would certainly fall under that belief. Nodding, he waved absently for her to fetch her things. "Yes go gather your things and come to pier three when you have gathered them."<br><br>He rose from his seat, tipping his hat slightly. Without another word, he exited the tavern. The various crew members that had been in the tavern fell into step behind him. Anyone that bothered to look could easily tell that they were a crew that were not above doing whatever it took to make a profit. But since they had one of the few airships in the region, no one would mess with them. Once he had gathered his crew, he made ready to leave, wanting to be underway before anyone could come looking for her. If she was found before he got her then there wouldn't be any reward for him. That he wouldn't allow.
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 04:19:34</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Biting her lip she smiled as she headed upstairs, quickly writing a note she placed her money from her corset into her trunk. Taking one last look she managed to get it downstairs. Heading to the bartender she left the note just in case someone looked here for her, she gave a few coins to make sure that the note was delivered.<br><br>She could see that he was waiting for her, “I’m ready.” She whispered looking at him. “You never told me your name.” She bit her lip, she was shorter then him. Blushing she looked up at him he was more attractive the closer she was. She kept her case close to her not wanting anyone to steal what she had to build her new life with, away from her betrothed or her parents.<br><br>She met Marcus a few days before; he seemed nice, until he got her alone. He tried to force himself on her, when she told him no he just got angry telling her that he would make her pay on their wedding night: she couldn’t stay she had heard rumours what he liked to do.<br></span></em>
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				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 04:46:06</strong>
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				William was standing at the edge of the pier, his good eye gazing upon the ship before him. When they came into port, the often lowered the amount of air in their buoyancy calls, allowing the ship to glide down from the sky and float upon the water like the rest of the ships. It allowed them to blend in if they needed to. Plus it also worked as a surprise, floating up upon an enemy and then taking to the sky, raining death down upon them. Hearing the sound of a trunk, he turned slowly to see her. "Ah, there you are. You certainly didn't take much time in getting her. And no, I had not told you my name as you never asked it. I am William, welcome to the Zapherion."<br><br>He had made sure that his men hid anything that looked the least bit piratical, not wanting to scare this little prize away so soon. She seemed rather naive in the ways of the world and doubted that she even understood that pirates existed. Truly his ship looked like any other merchant ship, the cannons hidden below decks to allow them to slip in and out of port without too much trouble. Waving his hands towards the small ramp that lead up to the deck of his ship, he smiled. "Shall we get underway then? No sense in wasting time if you are ready to go now."
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 22:20:02</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Frowning she looked at him. “I offered you my name I was waiting for you to give me yours…but it doesn’t matter.” She smiled softly, looking up at him she saw his ship, she was open mouthed looking up at him. “Wow…” She whispered, she never asked about money it never occurred to her to ask about how much it would cost she had no idea how much things were worth. Biting her lip she looked over at him, “It’s a lovely ship.” <br><br>Blushing she grabbed the box; it was fairly heavy she wished she’d left half the stuff in the room. It was full of her fiancé’s clothes as well as her own, “So where is my room?” She smiled softly at him, expecting him to offer to help her with the case, and show her to her room.<br></span></em>
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				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 06:33:56</strong>
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				William only offered a soft chuckle to her comment. He was not the type to give out his name willingly. It could leave to trouble that he wasn't interested in. Better to play it safe, keep himself a mystery and manipulate his surroundings for his own gain. Turning to look at her as she commented on the ship, he merely shrugged. It was his ship and though he loved every piece of timber that was part of its construction, he wasn't wowed by it. He had seen much finer ships on his various voyages.<br><br>When he noticed that she was struggling with her case, he nodded to two of his crew. They hurried down the ramp, gathering her trunk and carrying it onto the craft. He followed suit, knowing that she would most likely come along behind him. "Well truthfully we do not have a lot of cabins on this vessel. The crew all sleeps below deck but I suspect that you would not be comfortable there. You are free to sleep on the deck but know that it gets cold out there. Or you can take of residence in my cabin if it suits your fancy." He waves his hand towards the main door set in the aft decking of the ship.
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 02:24:56</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She smiled softly as two men took her case she blushed, following up the plank. She stopped half way up hearing the options. “Oh um…And you’re sure that there is no where you can fit me?” She bit her lip as she ran her figners through her hair, her feet unsteady on the plank.<br><br>“I…um…” She headed after him, standing on the deck. “I suppose I could take residence in your cabin if it is not inconvenient for you.” She blushed heavily looking over at him. She was having second thoughts looking over at the plank it was swiftly taken away. She looked over the side as the ship set said. Biting her lip she saw her fiancé turn up just long enough to see her standing on the stern of the ship. “Oh…fuck...Marcus.” She said looking over at him.<br></span></em>
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				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 06:23:40</strong>
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				William was seeing to the readying of the ship, only half hearing what she was saying. He fully expected her to be nervous about the idea of residing within his cabin with him. She was practically royalty, or this regions approximation of it, so of course she would not be pleased with not having a room to call her own. It brought a smile to his rugged face. This wasn't a passenger craft, holding small rooms for the customers. This was a pirate vessel, stripped light to increase speed and allow the maximum amount of guns.<br><br>When he heard her curse, he chuckled again, surprised such things could issue from her mouth. Wandering over, he peered over to the pier, curious about what had caught her eye. They hadn't taken to the air yet, preferring to get away from the docks before they did. Casually he leaned on the rail, offering a mocking wave to the man on the docks. "So that's him then? Well this should prove a bit more interesting than I thought."
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 03:51:24</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She looked at William as he waved at Marcus, she could see her fiancé look over at the ship his face as sour as ever. There were several officers with him, they were trying to shout orders to the men on the ship she was standing but they seemed to ignore them.<br><br>“Yes that was him,” She bit her lip blushing heavily. “Interesting? He will send all the men he can buy after you…this was a bad idea…but we cannot turn around now.” She sighed slightly pushing a lock of hair behind her ear; perhaps it would have been easier she had married him. “So…will you show me to your cabin, I’m feeling a bit nauseated.” She blushed, it was true despite being on the boat for a few minutes she was feeling sea sick already. “I do not wish to be a bother.”<br></span></em>
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				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 06:07:40</strong>
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				William continued to watch the men on the dock, quite amused by their shouting and waving at his crew. Like he was going to turn the ship around and sail back to them. Lord Marcus had no control over him as he was not a subject of that land. He was a free man, free to do whatever he pleased. Several of his crew even stopped to shout mocking words and obscene gestures at the men upon the docks, laughing at their frantic movements.<br><br>When Lucy started speaking again he turned to look at her. Well she wasn’t getting off of this ship so there was no reason to keep secrets from her. “Yes it is interesting. I am interested in how much he will pay to have you back. How much do you believe you are worth to him?” <br><br>A dark smile crossed his face as he let that statement sink in for her. “He can send all the men he wants. They will not catch us and they will not find us. So the only thing that remains is to decide how much you are worth.” He nodded towards the door. “This way to the cabin, as I am sure you need to sit down.”
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 03:24:32</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She looked at William, frowning slightly, she heard his words but she hardly took them in. “Oh…?” She couldn’t help but smirk at the idea that he wanted money from Marcus for her…it seemed like a backward notion to her.<br><br>She followed him, “Wait you’re going to ransom me?” She bit her lip looking over at him, “That isn’t going to happen, Marcus will not pay for my return, and my parents cannot pay anything considering they paid Marcus to marry me. She bit her lip.<br><br>“So there is little chance of you getting any money for me.” She followed him to the cabin… “So what now?” She bit her lip.<br></span></em>
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				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 03:02:35</strong>
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				William paused at her words, turning around slowly to look at her. <em>They paid Marcus to marry her?</em> Now that seemed interesting, why would the family have to pay off a lord for her hand in marriage. Unless she wasn’t as noble as he had originally expected. Hearing that it was unlikely for him to get any money, he considered his options. A wicked smile crossed his lips as he regarded her, seeing her in a very different light now. “Well then I guess we will have to find another use for you. I am sure that will not be too hard. And if not, then there are always the slave markets. A pretty thing such as you will fetch a lovely price, especially with the proper skills learned…”
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 03:15:24</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">Her parents paid because there were so many people desperate for their daughters to marry him it seemed like the best option, she is indeed a noble but she thought that he wouldn’t pay for her. “But then again there is his pride.” She smiled following him to the room. “I ran away from him, I boarded a ship, your men were…taunting him…his pride and his ego is shot…you want a ransom you get the word around that his manhood has been mocked…and that he could never afford to get the woman who dared to run away from him.” She smiled slightly, knowing that she was making a rod for her own back, but she would work something out…she knew she could make any man do what she wanted…she just needed to sing in the right key to make him listen. <br><br>He opened the door to the room, “But then again if you just want to sell me I’m sure that my owners will be more then happy to get a ransom for me that way.” She smirked. “It takes someone with real intelligence and cunning to pull something like that off.” She moved into his room sitting down at his chair a smirk on her face, it was as if she had changed into someone else since she arrived at the tavern. The true was this was an act, she found out who William was the minute she arrived, she knew she would have to pull the naïve, idiot noble’s daughter to get him to offer her a ride…and now…she was sure that she could play him at this…<br></span></em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The wrong ship? (AH and ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 07:47:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				William watched her curiously, running her words through his mind slowly as she spoke them. So she wasn’t as naive as he had originally expected. That was fine by him; he could easily adjust to that. He comment about the slavers almost had him laughing. Clearly this one was trying to play him and didn’t truly understand the subject matter that she was speaking of. With a casual grin, he spoke to her. “Oh I sincerely doubt that the slavers will ransom you off. Not such a pretty thing as you. No, no, they would break you first. Break your will and your mind. Turn you into a little slut, always hungry for a man and then turn you for a good profit.”<br><br>He chuckled, closing and locking the door. Perhaps he could try some of the breaking himself, enjoy the taste of beating one such as her into submission before he handed her off. It wasn’t like it didn’t happen to the majority of slaves that were sold to the markets. “Yes, one such as yourself, so noble, would certainly fetch a fine price. Even after you were broken the man that bought you could post that you used to be a great nobleman’s daughter, set to marry a lord but now you are on your knees, servicing him whenever he pleases. Yes that sounds like a lovely place for you…”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The wrong ship? (AH and ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 00:49:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">She bit her lip blushing. “You’re really going to sell me?” She ran her fingers through her hair, “It seems very unfair that you want to that.” She smiled softly. “Considering I could be of some use to you.” She looked at him trying to think of something. “When I’ve thought about what I could do…”<br><br>She looked at him for a minute, “You seem like an intelligent guy, handsom, brave, strong…I have to ask, why do you sail alone?” She smiled slightly, as she moved closer to him, “What would you rather do, give someone else the satifaction of buying me…and letting them feel big since they have can brag about having me…or ransoming me yourself and making Marcus feel like a compleat idiot, the satisfaction and the money would be entirely yours.” She smield moving closer to him trying… “Unless of course you <strong>aren’t</strong> that intelligent.” She bit her lip trying to look as innocent as she could.<br><br>Whatever happened to her she was a slave, to Marcus, to William and to whoever else…she hoped that she had chosen the right one because it was too late to back down. She needed to persuade William to keep her…maybe she could bend his ear and get him to do what she wanted. She hoped.<br></span></em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The wrong ship? (AH and ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 08:16:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Watching her approach, William folded his hands behind his back, taking in the words that she felt she needed to say. She was quite the worker of persuasion but he had seen it all before. This scene was too familiar to him and it made him want to laugh in her face. They had all tried it, trying to woo him into keeping them so as not to be sold into slavery. Shaking his head, he pushed her away from him. <br><br>You are quite the silver tongued snake but you shall not get what you want. You speak of things you have little knowledge in. I do not care to brag about you or even make Marcus look like an idiot. These are not things I enjoy. Money, women and booze are what I enjoy and when I sell you I can get a fixed rate, maybe even raise it considering your station. Far more money than they will get when they sell you. Trust me…”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The wrong ship? (AH and ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 01:12:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Oh fuck it, I don’t have a chance do I?” She sighed slightly, “Well it was meant to be my wedding night anyway.” She walked over to the bed as she started to unlace her bodice, “But I’m warning you, no rough stuff…if I’m going to be sold for a slave I want to atleast remember the pleasure in sex instead of the humiliation and pain.” <br><br>Pulling it off she was down to her corset, it pulled in her waist and highlighted her ample chest, untying the dress she stepped out of it, her pantaloons showed off the curves of her hips. Turning around she looked over her shoulder at him. “Could you unfasten me?” she smiled, “They are a devil to get on and off. It is a shame you wont consider keeping me here…we would have a lot of fun.” She smiled softly.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The wrong ship? (AH and ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 01:57:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				William chuckled softly at how easily she gave in. That was certainly not what he had expected from her. If anything he felt that he was going to have to beat her half-senseless in order to get anything done with her. Crossing his arms before him, he watched her start to strip before him. When she got caught with her corset and asked for his assistance he stepped forward. But he didn’t help her, rather he pushed her down to her knees, turning her to face him. Hands still on her shoulders, he looked at her. “Can you guess what you are suppose to do now?”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The wrong ship? (AH and ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 02:04:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled slightly as he pushed her onto her knees turning her round to face him. She winced slightly as hte corset dug into her. He asked her if she could guess what she was going to do. She smiled slightly. "I'm guessing its not do a merry jig." She smiled "If you have a seam that needs mending it works better when you have your pants off." She smiled softly looking up at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The wrong ship? (AH and ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 02:07:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hand shifted from her shoulder and smacked her. Her dancing tongue was starting to wear on his nerves and he was going to show her that she had to just do and not always have some witty and ultimately stupid comeback to everything he said. Once his hand was upon her shoulder again, he looked at her, wanting to test her knowledge. His voice had a bit more of an edge to it now. “Do you know what you are suppose to do in this position?”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The wrong ship? (AH and ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 02:13:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She winced as he slapped her face, rubbing her cheek she glared at him. “Not use to a woman talking back to you huh?” She felt his hand on her shoulder pushing her down; looking up at him she heard the edge in his voice deciding not to make any comments to him. “No, I um…don’t without making a glib remark.” She bit her lip hoping she didn’t get another slap. Biting her lip she felt more helpless then she did earlier if only she had gone through with the wedding.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The wrong ship? (AH and ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 22:06:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Again his hand drew across her face, slapping her roughly. He was growing tired of her stupid remarks. It had nothing to do with a woman talking back to him as he had plenty of that before. No this was about teaching someone there place. His voice held even more of an edge, promising even more smacking if she spouted off again. “I want yes or no answers. That is it from you. You said no, then I will tell you. Undo my belt and then undo the front of my pants.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The wrong ship? (AH and ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 00:50:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Biting her lip she felt another slap across her cheek, she pulled back slightly. Rubbing her cheek slowly she looked up at him. She listened to what eh was saying, reaching towards him she unfastened his belt and unfastened his pants, slowly she pulled his member out. It was the first one she had ever seen, blushing she looked over up him.<br><br>She wasn’t sure what she should next, but she was afraid that if she asked him he would slap her again. “I um…what do I do now?” She whispered cowering back from him slightly as she waited for another slap.
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