Uncharted Waters
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				Title: <strong>Uncharted Waters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 16:26:23</strong>
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				Black Belle was raised on a pirate ship, and was climbing sails almost before she could walk.&nbsp; &nbsp;A pirate's life is a hard thing for a woman, but her father, who was an exiled noble with a LOT of axes to grind, protected her from the worst of it until she grew strong enough to protect herself.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she got older, at a much slower rate than is normal for humans&nbsp; (which seemed to give credence to the rumors that her father had gotten the child on some creature of the sea, a mermaid perhaps, or a selkie), she was groomed to become a ship's captain.&nbsp; As he aged, he used the wealth he had accumulated to 'buy' himself a good life upon land and a modicum of respectability, but he used that position to continue his pirating &amp; smuggling with ships run by those he could trust.<br><br>Belle's ship, the Blackwater Witch,&nbsp; is not the largest her father owns, but it is the fastest.&nbsp; Belle is the undisputed captain, and she has learned that to captain the ship, she must be hard but fair, and any weakness she might have must remain concealed.&nbsp; While there are occasionally a few women aboard the Witch, most either share their bodies among those they fancy or when it is necessary or have established an alliance with one of the stronger men.<br><br>Belle is wise enough to know that to allow herself an emotional or physical entanglement with one of her crew would erode her authority, but she is a woman of strong passions to whom a life of abstinence is repugnant.&nbsp; She has dallied upon the mainland with lovers, and a few times she has taken a captive to her bed, but that has not worked out to her satisfaction.<br><br>It has been nearly six months since her last assignation, and when the Witch pulls into the island port of Caribe with a profitable cargo to deliver,&nbsp; mention of a slave auction catches her attention when she overhears a conversation in the local tavern regarding the man's intent to purchase a woman he had seen in the local slave market.&nbsp; Having a slave would not diminish her in the eyes of her men, though she would have to choose carefully in order to find someone who would both please her and could be groomed to be an asset to the ship if he were to remain with her for more than a voyage.&nbsp; Of course, she mused as she pondered the idea, if it did not work out, she could likely recoup her investment when they reached the next port city. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Waters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 19:28:56</strong>
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				Through the night, Belle considered her plan.&nbsp; It would not be without complication, but it likely held less risk than her normal mode of dalliance.&nbsp; Captain’s prerogative was a thing the crew understood, so long as she did not allow it to affect discipline, and there were no jealousy issues.&nbsp; Her first mate was much like she, a man who tolerated no nonsense when it came to the crew’s performance, and the rumors of her non-human blood made certain things easier, just as it made other things less easy.&nbsp; She was a woman approaching her prime, and her chosen career had been without disappointment in several voyages.<br><br>In the morning, she dressed in a black skirt, it’s hem hitched half-way up to avoid the mud of the streets.&nbsp; A white chemise of lace was topped by a tight bodice of embroidered emerald green silk, and an emerald teardrop drew attention to her cleavage, working with the lace and bodice to emphasize her breasts.&nbsp; She had ship’s business to attend to – payment of the craftsmen who would see to the repairs necessary to keep the ship in top form, and the purchase of supplies.&nbsp; A leather belt around her waist, functional and showing signs of both ample use and care, held a sword against one hip and her favored flintlock pistol against the other.&nbsp; Caribe was a port city, and the residents were used to all kinds, but confidence and lack of desperation sometimes brought a better price.&nbsp; When that failed, she had her weapons, and when they weren’t enough, there was Malachi, who would remain in the background until business was done.<br><br>It was late in the afternoon by the time she’d finished.&nbsp; &nbsp;She directed the driver of her hired carriage to take her to the city’s edge, to the slave market.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The slave master was a small man with a pinched face and eyes that reminded Belle of a snake.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was smart enough, however, not to annoy a potential customer who was in the market for a single slave, when the price would be higher than he would get than if he had to transport them farther inland where labor was more in demand.&nbsp; Belle explained her requirements, and the slave master offered three potential slaves for her consideration, at least until the next ship arrived.&nbsp; The first was a warrior, sentenced to slavery for betraying his liege over a woman.&nbsp; The second, a pirate from the northern seas, whose captain had been too successful and in the wrong place at the wrong time.&nbsp; The third claimed to be an aristocrat, whose education and appearance made valuable at the same time that his grandiose claims and angry pride made troublesome.<br><br>Belle kept her expression neutral as the slave master listed the particulars of each.&nbsp; It was not good business sense to express too much interest, and she allowed herself to be ushered back to the holding area where slaves who had not yet accepted their new role were kept.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Waters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merdoroli</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 21:09:42</strong>
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				Fenrir felt horribly exposed. They'd only given him a loincloth to wear and it felt to small for him. It was probably made to fit the average man but Fenrir was much bigger than the average man.... In just about every way. He kept his hands low over his crotch, instintually trying to protect the area that felt exposed. His wrists were chaffed from the irons they'd bound him in for the past many days but his face was clean at least, finally. They'd shaved him when he'd arrived and given him a good wash, saying that dirty slaves didn't sell well. He thought his hair still needed to be cut as it was starting to get in his eyes but he wasn't about to complain. <br><br>Fenrir was given a place to stand and although he wasn't too happy about it, he complied. He knew it wouldn't do him much good to struggle or fight. Not at this point at least. He stood as he'd been told for what felt like hours but what he thought couldn't have been more than thirty minutes before his current owner (Oh how he hated to think of anyone as his owner) And a fair looking lass walked in. He glanced at them both before returning go staring off in the distance and pondering his situation. They'd do what they wanted whether he paid attention to them or not so he didn't see much point and paying them a bit of attention.<br><br>It'd been three weeks since he left that town but the memories and scars still haunted him. The marks of their whip crisscrossed all over his back and he had a few knife wounds on his front he wished he could forget. To their amazement and his own he'd not talked throughout the whole experience and they'd eventually given up on getting anything out of him. <br><br>The scars over his chest and back, as well on his inner thighs, were the only things that'd marred his heavily muscled body. Which was built like a giant. He was over six foot tall and broad shouldered, which made him look like something of a brute until you looked up at his face. Even without his charming smile to brighten it his fine features made him look happy and carefree. Only his eyes seemed to remember that life wasn't so happy anymore. They looked trapped and haunted. Life away from the sea, without the freedom he'd become so accustomed to, was sad life indeed.<br><br>He pulled himself out of his thoughts, and met the ladies gaze. Briefly wondering if she would buy him. His eyes turned hard and defiant. He didn't want to be owned like a lap dog. But there wasn't anything he could do about it and he was smart enough to stay quiet and not try to cause any trouble. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Waters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 01:25:59</strong>
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				The slaver led her first to the warrior, but Belle needed only a glance to tell her that he would not be suitable.&nbsp; The rage in his eyes was a physical force, and he strained against the manacles that bound his wrists, and even in the cage they had kept the collar on.&nbsp; Slavers employed a form of binding magic, or so she understood, that strengthened the harder the slaves fought, and this one didn’t seem to care.&nbsp; She didn’t know his story, but her instincts had rarely failed her, and they certainly didn’t encourage her to pay out good gold to purchase trouble.&nbsp; She shook her head and walked further into the room, feeling his eyes aimed like daggers at her back, and she let her hips swing a bit wider, to dispel any illusion of weakness.<br><br>The next was more interesting.&nbsp; Despite his size, he seemed more resigned to his situation, though his eyes suggested he was only biding his time.&nbsp; &nbsp; There was strength in his scarred body, and endurance to have withstood so much, and her flesh crawled in sympathy when she could not completely avoid a sense of empathy.&nbsp; It could so easily be her … but when you sailed the seas, you were subject to the winds of fortune – and what she had in mind surely wasn’t so terrible.&nbsp; &nbsp;She met his eyes squarely, and the spirit in his eyes turned the cold shiver she had first felt into a lick of heat that caused her muscles beneath the gown to contract pleasingly.<br><br>She stepped close to the iron bars that were set into the wood and held the man’s gaze, inwardly pleased that he did not look away though she kept her expression deadpan.&nbsp; “Master Nakk tells me you have experience upon the seas.&nbsp; It is a harsh thing for a man of the sea to lose his freedom, but harsher still to be sentenced to toil upon the land and never feel the kiss of salt spray upon your body or the thrill of&nbsp; the winds filling your sails and pushing you upon the surface of the waves until it feels as if air and water, sails and wings, are the same.&nbsp; I am no angel here to release you from the burden of fortune, and if I purchase your collar I will demand your service, but it will be service upon the seas and you will answer only to me.&nbsp; &nbsp;I have but a short time in port, and I do not wish to waste it – I have a mind to see if you suit my purpose.&nbsp; Should I have you clothed and brought to where we may speak more privately, or do I continue on?”<br><br>“Captain Black, I can have him remove his covering if you wish,” Nakk&nbsp; said servilely, though there was a glint of enjoyment in his eyes as he openly speculated what duties Belle would have for her new slave.&nbsp; “I assure you that though he was punished by the lash for his crimes, he is in no way impaired, and he is worth every coin of his price.”<br><br>“If you wish to see the color of my coin, and not the edge of my steel, you will do well to allow me to conduct business as I see fit,” Belle said, taking her eyes off the slave for a moment to fix a cold gaze upon the smaller man, and he dropped his eyes immediately and sketched a small bow that did not quite conceal the mean pleasure in his eyes.<br><br>Dismissing the slaver, she turned back to the slave she was considering purchasing.&nbsp; “Well?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Waters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merdoroli</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 06:15:24</strong>
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				The woman seemed to look through him. It made him feel even more vunerable, like she was looking into his soul or somehow seeing his exact thoughts. He tossed his head to the side to try and clear his eyes of hair. "Do I get clothes, food, and a haircut if I accept your command? Because I'll be honest with you I'd pay just about anything for some food, clothing, and a haircut. Toss in the promise of life on the open sea and I think life'd be just about perfect." <br><br>Well, not perfect he thought, but much better than he'd ever dare to hope for at least. In fact he smiled for the first time in over a month at the idea. He'd be back on the sea again. He couldn't wait. <br><br>"Miss I know it's hardly my place but whatever you want from me, it's yours. Get me back on the open sea again and I'll happily swear alliegence. Now I know not many trust the word of a pirate but just ask your friend there about why I'm here. He'll atest to my loyalty and strength of will if you like."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Waters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 13:15:31</strong>
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				"You will address me as 'Captain'," Belle's voice was hard and sharp like the crack of a whip, though she softened the demand with a small smile and a few softly spoken words intended for his ears alone, "when there are other ears to hear."<br><br>"Far from perfect,&nbsp; I'll wager ... but fortune could favor you far worse.&nbsp; &nbsp;We shall see ...."&nbsp; She looked into his eyes a moment longer before stepping back and addressing the slaver.&nbsp; "Have him brought where we may speak privately and perhaps I will pay your price, Nakk."<br><br>The slaver's eyes narrowed in suspicion.&nbsp; "Beggin' your pardon, Captain Black ... but him being a pirate and you ... you might see how it looks that you wish to speak to him 'privately'."<br><br>"Are your guards not up to protecting your property, Nakk?&nbsp; But you need not fear - I am an honest as any merchant in a port city when my purse is full.&nbsp; I wish to see that the whips have not ... damaged him ... beyond what the eyes can see, and I have no wish to do so under leering eyes."<br><br>The slaver grumbled a bit more, but as she was not haggling over the price he had set, he eventually relented.&nbsp; A guard opened the door to his cell while another stepped in close, watchful for trouble.&nbsp; "The spell on their tattoo keeps them from running, but it wears 'em down," Nakk explained with a shrug.&nbsp; "Even if you wanted to break him out, it'd probably kill him in the doing."&nbsp; The last was said with a hint of warning.<br><br>"You heard the captain, slave," the guard said in an amused tone.&nbsp; "She wants a better look at you.&nbsp; Don't be giving her any trouble."<br><br>They escorted him into the slaver's office area, and permitted Belle to enter, though the guard remained at the door and the door remained open.&nbsp; He did turn away to allow the requested privacy, though Nakk stood only a few feet outside, not quite staring, but keeping a watchful eye.<br><br>"Make no mistake, if I pay the price Nakk's asking, I intend to get good use of you," Belle warned as she surveyed him more openly.&nbsp; "You will not want for food nor clothes nor drink, and you will not receive abuse unless you shirk the duties you are given.&nbsp; &nbsp;Some of those duties will be those of any other sailor, once I know your skills - but if I pay your price, it will be with the intent of having you share my bed when I wish it,&nbsp; and hold your tongue regarding what passes between us.&nbsp; &nbsp;Do you understand?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Waters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merdoroli</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 16:29:51</strong>
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				Fenrir gave the guard a glare as he was let out if the cage. Not that he minded being let out or taken to meet captian black. But his tone as he acted as if fenrir must be deaf was entirely disrespectful and though he knew he was only a slave, it still made him mad for someone to be so blatent about. He almost decided to talk back but knew it could hurt his chances for this new assignment.<br><br>He was happy when the captian, that was all of her name he knew, he realized, walked into the room. He was much less happy when she explained her reasons for needing a slave. He didn't let it show though, he smiled brightly as if everything was right with the world as he thought about her proposition. He didn't have too much trouble with bedding her. He had always been a romantic and he would have preferred if they at least dated a few times beforehand but he realized that as a slave he could either have sex or not have sex. There wouldn't be any romance or dates for him anymore. His real problem with it was that he was starting to remember how slaves had been treated on his ship. Especially by the captian. They had no friends and any sailor would happily rat out your slightest wrong-doing, they got basically zero respect and were treated like objects or as if they weren't even there most of the time, and the captain's slave had it even worse. A foul move from the slave reflected badly on the captain, as did letting the slave off easy or even letting him off with the same punishment that crew members got. He might be out on the open ocean but he'd also be treated like crap. <br><br>Even then, he doubted he'd be treated any better no matter where he went and at least if she was only after bedding him then she'd take good care of his body. <br><br>"You've got yourself a deal on just a few small conditions. One; I at least know your name before we bed. Two; We leave now. I've no wish to ever go back under his lock and key and I'm sure you understand that I want to at least meet some of the crew before we set sail. And three;..." He looked down at the ground, embarrassed to even have to ask. "I'm sure I won't be treated like a normal member of the crew or anything but I at least want your word that I'll receive credit for my work. That the crew won't think me entirely worthless or just one more mouth to feed. I know I'll probably never be respected as I once was but I've no wish for them to disrespect me any more than need be."<br><br>Of course, he'd accept the deal even if she didn't do any of the things he asked, but he hoped he could get a bit more out of it. And it wouldn't hurt to push the deal a bit. If she was such a bad negotiator that she refused what he asked without making a counter-offer then he didn't want on her boat anyway. Then again she didn't have much reason to deny his requests, they were fairly easy and simple. He hoped she'd just agree to them, it's make him feel better at the least.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Waters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>18-05-2010, 03:54:15</strong>
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				“You’ve got spirit, setting conditions on your purchase,” Belle answered mildly, but she didn’t seem angry.&nbsp; “We’ll leave now, but not to set sail.&nbsp; The Witch is a good ship, with fine lines and a strong heart, but she, like her captain, is in need of fortification.&nbsp; We’ll see to the craftsmen’s progress on the way to the inn, and I’ll make you known to my men on watch.”<br><br>Belle walked around the man, but she kept her eyes on his face, gauging his reactions.&nbsp; She already knew that his body was strong – it was his face that would tell her more now.<br><br>“The crew will not think you worthless unless you show yourself to be worthless.&nbsp; I won’t pretend that your lot will be easy, for men are men and women women and both hurt thoughtlessly – but my men do not think me a fool, and they have learned that I sail with noone who does not pull his weight, no matter what their role aboard my ship.”<br><br>“As for my name, you shall have it before we bed.&nbsp; Given the circumstances if I ask for yours now … and for your word that you will not disappoint.&nbsp; If your tastes run other than&nbsp; …” she indicated her form with a slight movement of her gloved hand “’twould be best to say it now.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Water</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merdoroli</strong> on <strong>18-05-2010, 07:41:57</strong>
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				Fenrir doubted very much that her crew would treat him well at all but now at least he had her word on the matter and she'd be a fool to not follow through with her word on her own ship. Even if it was only given to a slave. He felt a bit like a trapped gazelle being stalked by a like as she circled him. It wasn't just her penetrating gaze anymore either. It was his exposed flesh. He was so used to wearing clothes at least, and usually armor as well, that wearing so little left him feeling almost naked. <br><br>He looked up into her eyes at the question. It wasn't really a choice, life on the high seas and sex, or take your chances with a different master. He couldn't honestly turn her down. Not such an amazing oppurtunity. But he searched her eyes to see if she knew that as he did. Did she understand that this was the best he could ever hope for and that spurning it would be the biggest mistake of his like? <br><br>He did take advantage of her question as an excuse to look her over and stare at her privates without getting in trouble. Of course he like her body. She was very fit and shapely, with nice full breasts and a great butt. He pasted a critical face as he looked her over though, to keep her from discovering his true purpose. He liked the way she looked, liked it a lot in fact, but her commanding attitude wasn't his type and he didn't really just want to do it for the sake of doing it. None the less, even if he didn't like the sex in the least, he couldn't turn this chance down.<br><br>"Ya know there's a lot of lines running through my head about right now about how beautiful you are and how'd it'd really be my honor, but, to be honest. I'd only be saying those things to get in your good side. Instead I think I'll just tell you the truth. I'd feel bad bedding a woman I hardly knew. None the less, we have a deal. And you have my word that I'm "fully functional". 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Waters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>18-05-2010, 20:45:51</strong>
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				Belle chuckled softly.&nbsp; "Ah, yes, men place such store on knowing a woman's mind and heart before her body.&nbsp; Tell me ... would you have me believe that you have never purchased favor from a serving wench or harlot when your ship pulled into port?&nbsp; &nbsp;Or that you spent the nights of your leave gently wooing some village miss, so that which her father no doubt has promised to another and leave her longing for the next time she sees the sails of your ship some years hence, knowing that the one whom she has bedded may instead fall to a ball from a cannon, or the blade of one whose ship he would board, or that there are dozens of girls in every port who dreams of dashing men of the sea?&nbsp; I have found a pirate-priest ... or is it pirate-poet?"<br><br>"Nonetheless, as we have agreed, give me your name to seal the bargain before I give over my gold to purchase your mark.&nbsp; Though it will likely be that you shall come to know me better than any other, be certain you understand that what you learn passes to no other, for this blade I wear is not just for show and it knows well the taste of blood."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Waters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merdoroli</strong> on <strong>19-05-2010, 01:16:50</strong>
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				Fenrir smiled. "You must think very little of me indeed if you think I can't get at least one lady in any port a feel like. Especially with such a handsome body as this." His bright, joking smile certainly did make his face look handsome at the least. His arrogance was only in jest but he was smart enough to know he must be pretty fair looking to have the kind of luck he'd always have with the ladies.<br><br>"I'm a little of both actually captain. Priest and poet. I can't write poetry and I'm hardly religious but I can preech with the best of them when you let me and I've gotten to the point where just sex is boring. Adding a bit of love and care is my way to spice it up. As for ever leaving a woman ashore to wait for me? What are ya? Daft? That'd just be plain cruel. That's why I just convert them into pirates and bring 'em along instead." Fenrir kept his voice even, showing no sign that he was joking. He would like to fall for a pirate though. It'd be a different experience at least. Before he did just as she said, leaving a woman ashore to worry about him. And he had tried to make something more out of it then just sex but he'd never really succeeded. No matter how many time he told himself he cared and lived someone he never did. Not really. Not that he'd ever admit it but it made him feel lonely and left out to never really know what everyone was talking about when they had that distant look like they just landed on the moon and they say, "I just met the most amazing girl." <br><br>He almost laughed at the captain's threat. Not because it was funny or anything but just because she had no idea how little of a threat that was. Killing him was by far not the worst punishment he could think of. In fact it hardly made the list of punishments at all. "Don't be paranoid captain. I'm not dumb. I was a fellow pirate myself at one point if you remember? I know you'd kill to protect your reputation, just as would any other captain. And I know you could easily trace anything I told them right back to me. If I told them anything I know I wouldn't survive the night. And, I beat you'd even find a way to recoup your honor and respect by giving me a nice gruesome public death. You'd say it wad for spreading lies of course as well, to throw some doubt on the rumor. And what would I gain from all this? Besides a gruesome death? Nothing. So there's no need to fear."<br><br>Fenrir extended a manacled hand to in an offer to shake hands. "I'm Fenrir captain. And if you have trouble pronoucing that, like some others around here, then you can just call me Fen. Or I guess you can actually just call me whatever you want since you'll own me soon. But whatever, that's for you to decide." He planned to take her hand in his and kiss the back of it if she let him. As he did so he would whisper, "A pleasure to meet you." as he usually did when meeting women. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Waters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>19-05-2010, 02:39:42</strong>
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				"Fenrir," Belle said, offering her gloved hand in return.&nbsp; Her eyebrow raised a bit when he kissed the back of it,&nbsp; but she didn't demur.&nbsp; Given the fact that she planned to feel his lips on substantially more than her hand, separated by a bit of cloth, she hardly could object to his polite gesture.<br><br>"You mistake me ... I care little for 'honor', and I do not expect my crew to pretend not to guess what I do upon ship under their eyes -- but the trust of my crew I value more than gold.&nbsp; But we need speak no more of it, until the need arises."<br><br>"Nakk!"&nbsp; Belle raised her voice, and summoned the slaver imperiously.&nbsp; When he arrived, bowing, she counted out several coins and a like number of gems.&nbsp; "I believe this will cover your price, plus clothing and shoes so that I need not display his wares to those we pass in the street."<br><br>"Of course, Captain Black.&nbsp; Your mark upon this scroll will bind his mark to you.&nbsp; Are you certain that you do not wish another ... or perhaps to discuss a potential transportation contract ... "<br><br>"No, one purchase is sufficient, and my ship is built for cargo of another kind.&nbsp; Thank you for your assistance."&nbsp; Captain Belle kept her tone polite - he had been every inch the businesslike merchant, and only her own knowledge of the possibility of finding herself on the other side of his cages made it hard to keep her mask.&nbsp; She took the quill pen he offered, and wrote her name with an elegant penmanship that betrayed the amount of care her father had taken with her education.<br><br>There was a small wait, but soon one of Nakk's men came in with a pair of stiff pants with a rope belt and a simple grey tunic.&nbsp; For shoes, they offered a pair of sandals.&nbsp; "It will do for now," she decided.&nbsp; "Fenrir, dress and join me at the door.&nbsp; I think I need not urge you not to linger over your goodbyes."<br><br>She looked at him a moment longer, her lips twitching in a small smile before she turned and walked at an unhurried pace back to the front where her carriage waited, skirts sashaying gently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Waters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merdoroli</strong> on <strong>19-05-2010, 03:38:11</strong>
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				"Yes you highness." Fenrir said sarcastically. Then he realized that this wasn't like usual. She could actually command him. That made that joke much less funny. He frowned and corrected himself. "I mean, yes captain. I'm sorry, just a joke from the old days of being free. My tongue got ahead of my thought." He wasn't sure how harsh or strict she was but he had no wish to ever feel another whip grace his skin. He was going to have to learn to be a bit more careful with his tongue. <br><br>He watched her walk to the door and then looked at his clothes. "Fuck changing." He said and just pulled his pants up and over the loincloth. He want to be gone as soon as possible and she was his ticket out. He didn't want to leave her even for a second. He tied the belt and pulled the shirt on over his head before walking fast after her. "Wait up." He called after her, not wanting her to leave without him. Not that it made sense that she would, not after paying for him, but after his ship and crew had left him to be tortured you could say he was a bit paranoid about abbandonment. It didn't help that he was feeling easily replacable either. <br><br>He tried to get to the door first to hold it open for her. It wasn't until after he did it that he realized that while before, as a free man, that had been chivalrous, but now, as a slave, it was probably required of him upon pain of whipping. He wondered what else he might have to do. Before he'd only thought that he'd be doing sailors tasks but it just hit that he may very well be doing the degrading work of catering to her every whim. Such as grabbing her food or drink whenever she needed it. That'd be thoroughly annoying. Having to do stuff like that would hammer home that the fact that he was a slave now and make him feel even more worthless.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Waters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>19-05-2010, 13:14:52</strong>
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				Belle's eyes flashed dangerously at the retort, in a public place and within earshot of a member of her crew, but before she needed to take action, his apology removed the need.&nbsp; The sound of rapidly rustling cloth brought a faint smile.&nbsp; "So eager," she murmured as he caught up, and she moved aside to let him open the door.&nbsp; &nbsp;Malachi stood there, his eyes more on the female slaves than the captain, at least until she came close.&nbsp; He looked at Fenrir, and then at Belle, but aside from a faintly lifted eyebrow, his expression remained noncommittal.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Malachi, this is is Fenrir.&nbsp; I will be taking him aboard when we sail.&nbsp; Before we sail, I'll want you to see what he can do.&nbsp; Fenrir, this is Malachi, the best fighter aboard The Witch."<br><br>Malachi nodded, looking him over.&nbsp; "He's big enough, I reckon, and with the scars, not unused to pain.&nbsp; He'll be part of the crew?"&nbsp; The phrasing of the question told Belle that he was questioning his status, whether he should be treated like any other sailor.<br><br>"He'll pull his weight aboard, like everyone else ..."&nbsp; Belle's non-answer seemed to answer his question, and he nodded, despite looking a bit skeptical.<br><br>"Will you be needing me still, Captain?" he asked, leaving the matter behind as the thought of enjoying the time in port took the forefront.<br><br>Belle considered a moment.&nbsp; They would be going back to the docks, and if she were Fenrir, that might be the time when the urge to escape might prove too tempting to resist, despite the magick of his slavemark.&nbsp; However, it might as well be put to the test now, when Nakk was close at hand should she need to question the quality of his work.&nbsp; "No, I think not.&nbsp; Enjoy your time in port, Malachi.&nbsp; You've earned it."<br><br>The crewman gave one last look at both Fenrir and the captain before grinning and turning to walk away, disappearing easily into the crowd as he headed back into the city.<br><br>The hired hack pulled up, its driver holding the reins loosely and looking rather bored.&nbsp; "Where to now?" he asked, with an uneasy look toward the slave market.&nbsp; "The docks ..." Belle answered, and motioned for Fenrir to get in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Waters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merdoroli</strong> on <strong>19-05-2010, 23:07:41</strong>
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				Fenrir pulled open the door to the carriage and offered the captain a hand to help her up and into it. He felt rather dark and brooding. He wasn't sure if she was going to keep her word about not letting the crew view him too badly or not. She could have done much worse of course but she also could have easily done better. A simple, "He'll be treated like any member of the crew." if said with a solid undertone of, "Or else" would have been much more to his liking. He wouldn't bring it up though. She could still come through with her word, he didn't need to remind her just yet. It'd only annoy her.<br><br>He was finding holding doors and helping ladies into carriages much less fun than he used to. Maybe it was the fact that it was no longer a romantic gesture but instead something expected of him. Maybe it was that it reminded him of his slavery. Or maybe it was just because he felt like he didn't have a choice in doing those things. He didn't really know why but the end result was the same; he didn't want to do stuff like this much anymore.<br><br>"So about that name? When exactly do I get to know that captain?" He felt awkward sitting next to a woman Nd not talking and that was the first thing to talk about that came to mind.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Waters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>20-05-2010, 03:42:07</strong>
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				After Belle was seated inside the carriage, she made sure they were headed in the right direction by the simple expedient of removing her hat and sticking her head out the window, carelessly letting the leather apron that closed the carriage flap with the breeze created by the movement of the vehicle.&nbsp; Satisfied that all was as she'd directed, she settled back, settling her plumed hat on her lap.&nbsp; Only then did she let her gaze return to Fenrir.<br><br>"I've promised you my name before we bed ... and as much as I approve of your eagerness, that is likely some hours away.&nbsp; For now, you should address me as Captain, or Captain Black, if you prefer.&nbsp; Also, you need not open doors for me, nor spread your jacket over puddles so that I not muddy my boots, or hold my reticule when I shop -- if there is something I wish you to do, I will not leave you to guess it.&nbsp; &nbsp; Outside of those times, except when your lack of action could endanger my ship or my crew, you can do as you would."<br><br>Despite Fenrir's discomfort, Belle remained relaxed.&nbsp; In the back of her mind, she examined what might be if fortunes had been reversed.&nbsp; What would she be feeling now if she had just been purchased, and what if her new master decided to claim his property in a carriage much like this one.&nbsp; It was somewhat disturbing, she thought, that she wasn't more disturbed at the thought.&nbsp; A faint smile softened her features as her fingers smoothed the plume of her hat.<br><br>"First, I'll introduce you to The Blackwater Witch, the finest ship afloat in the southern seas.&nbsp; Then, we will find something more appropriate for you to wear.&nbsp; &nbsp;How long has it been since you've eaten?"<br><br>Though she had the feeling she would enjoy teasing his oddly innocent sense of formality, she decided not to mention what would come after - his world had been turned upside down more than once this day, and it would do no harm to let him find his feet again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Waters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merdoroli</strong> on <strong>20-05-2010, 04:22:59</strong>
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				So that gaze wasn't just for looks, Fenrir thought, feeling like she must have actually read his thoughts. He nearly sighed with relief but didn't want to show that much weakness to his new boss. She probably already thought him weak enough. And he really didn't need her to try and 'strengthen him'. Every time someone says that what they mean is, 'i'm hurting him to make him better' which never made sense to Fenrir. <br><br>"Really? I don't even get your name? Wow I must really be losing my touch if when I can't even get the name of a beautiful woman who's in a carriage with me. I blame the clothes and lack of good hygene these last few day though so luckily my ego is intact." Fenrir grinned at the joke, obviously faking the ego but sneaking a compliment in there just to flatter her. He found tossing compliments into jokes usually worked pretty well with the ladies. He tried to ignore the voice in the back of his head that said she was his master, not just another girl to woo, he wanted to act like the old days, if only for a minute. Though he doubted he would have ever gotten someone like the captain in the old days. She wouldn't have fallen for his charm more than likely and Fenrir usually stuck with girls that he could more easily charm.<br><br>"I'm a bit eager to take a look at the ship. To see if your ships around here measure up. I heard some people say we had the best and others say it was about the same everywhere. I prefer to see for myself though and this should be a good oppurtunity for it. The clothes will be welcome as well. Food?" Fenrir looked up, thinking, "A week or two? They gave us this disgusting liquid that they said would sustain us like food. I got from one of the caravan guards that it's spelled water. Cheap as hell to make as much as they want. Save 'em from having to feed us. Last time I had that even was yesterday, so I'm starved."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Waters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 03:31:54</strong>
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				(http://i751.photobucket.com/albums/xx158/BriarRose76/RPGs/moonlightship.jpg)<br><br>Belle looked at Fenrir steadily, not reacting to the flattery or his joking.&nbsp; It was, she knew, the reaction that some had to nerves or awkwardness of new situations, but she did not truly understand it.&nbsp; Her father had insulated her somewhat, and her successes on the sea and the life she chose to live had further encouraged a certain amount of distance that she did not often completely lose, save perhaps when chasing down a runner or in the throes of passion.<br><br>She did find it agreeable when he turned the topic to ships.&nbsp; "I expect any crewman worth his salt would be biased in favor of his ship.&nbsp; I'll admit to being biased, but I'm also correct.&nbsp; &nbsp;We'll see what you say after you've seen her come at a fat merchanter riding low from a distance so great as to make her seem a speck of flotsam and cut her off from the current like a seal ..."<br><br>When discussing her ship, her eyes flashed with fire and life, and her lips softened into a gentle smile, but she lost the thought quickly as she again shoved aside the leather covering and stuck her head out.&nbsp; She rapped the side of the carriage sharply.&nbsp; "Driver - pull to the side here!" she ordered.<br><br>The driver cursed, and slowed, turning in to the street's edge where several vendors hawked their goods to passersby.&nbsp; Belle tossed a few coins at one of the urchins, who deftly caught them, bit them on a broken tooth, and grinned in delight as he grabbed a handful of pastries wrapped in leaves and hurried over to Belle.&nbsp; She accepted them, tossed one to the astounded driver, and then gave the others to Fenrir.&nbsp; Thin pockets of baked, unleavened bread held cooling meat and cheese, and along the bottom, some of the spiced grease oozed out of the broken crust soaked into the leaves.<br><br>"That will hold you until we have a proper meal."<br><br>A minute or two more, and the carriage pulled up to the dock entrance, and Belle slid out.&nbsp; &nbsp;There, rolled up in the water by a system of pulleys and ropes so that the craftsmen could begin slathering the wood with fresh pitch, was the Blackwater Witch.&nbsp; Despite the central mast being stepped out and the sails removed, the lines of the ship were sweet and clean, hinting at the fact that she was built for speed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Waters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merdoroli</strong> on <strong>22-05-2010, 07:34:29</strong>
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				Fenrir was dissappointed that his charm seemed to be continually failing him. He wondered if it was because of him or her? Had he changed or was it just that she was immune to his ways. He thought it was probably a bit of both. He knew his torture and being sold into slavery had changed him, he just doubted it hurt his charm much. Maybe a bit because he was a slave now, and it didn't help that he needed a hair cut and better clothes, but that couldn't account for his total failure, her immunity had to play a part as well.<br><br>He was surprised by the look in her eyes as she talked about her ship, it was obvious that it was her pride and joy, her love. He thought it must be a pretty good ship to make her love and care for it so, since she seemed so cold to everyone else, at least he thought she seemed cold. To be fair he had only known her for a short period and he was a slave so maybe she was just cold to slaves. <br><br>He was even more surprised when she told the carriage driver to stop, seemingly at random, it didn't make much sense to him. He was even more surprised when she seemingly tossed a coin out the window but it mad sense when she handed him a couple pieces of some food he'd never had before. His stomach growled at the sight of it and when she turned them over to him he immediately tore into them. He ate as they rode the rest of the way to her ship, he ate the last bite as he got out of the carriage right behind the captain. Even from this distance he could tell it was a quality vessel. After sailing as long as he had you got an eye for the quality of a ship and this one ranked pretty high. He wouldn't be positive exactly how high until he boarded the vessel and took a good look around thought. <br><br>"Wow. I'll be honest, I wasn't quiet expecting it to look that good. I meanthis looks like you might actually not have been exagerating when you said I'd be astounded by how quickly it chased a merchant off the horizon. Granted that looks can be decieving I do see why you're so proud of her. Thank you for the food as well."<br><br>As they approached the ship Fenrir felt his stomach start turning into a butterfly nest. He was not only nervous about how the crew might treat him, especially if the captain didn't keep her word, but he was also anxious to get back out on the open ocean. It was nice to know he wouldn't be as caged as he originally thought at least. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Waters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 21:44:41</strong>
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				Two sailors stood by, watching the craftsmen as they slung lines to further secure the ship in its awkward position as they made it ready for the application of fresh pitch.&nbsp; "Be careful, damn yer eyes!" the largest sailor cursed as one of the men half lost his footing and skidded along the boat's side until he caught the rope. <br><br>Captain Black gave an unladylike snort of laughter as she shoved open the door of the carriage and exited, exhibiting a flash of stocking-covered leg as the fabric caught for a moment.&nbsp; The sailor turned, and, spotting the captain, smiled.&nbsp; "Watch them," he instructed the other man, and strode forward, touching his hat with a smile.<br><br>"Good aft'noon, Captain.&nbsp; You can see that the guildsmen are slower to recover than a fat lord rising from the table.&nbsp; The pitching won't be dried and the ship ready for loading until the morn' after."<br><br>"So long as they do a good job, Jacobi ..." Belle answered as she sauntered easily across the sun-warped boards of the dock.&nbsp; "We are not being chased, and the men would complain if we take them away from their wine, wenching, and wine too soon."<br><br>She watched the activity on the BlackWater Witch for a few moments, and then turned to introduce the newest member of the crew.&nbsp; "Jacobi, this is Fenrir.&nbsp; He shall be coming aboard as my ... bondsman.&nbsp; You will determine his tasks and set him to them.&nbsp; He answers to you for his duties, but to me for all else until his bond has been repurchased."&nbsp; <br><br>Jacobi raised an eyebrow, as if the news was expected yet not quite as expected. "Aye, Captain.&nbsp; As you say. "&nbsp; He turned his attention to Fenrir, and looked him up and down, curling his lip a bit a the sight of the sandals.&nbsp; "You look hale enough, and your scars show that you are not unaccustomed to pain.&nbsp; Can you use a blade or fire a pistol or rifle?"<br><br>Belle kept half an ear on the conversation, as she turned again to watch the refitting of her ship.&nbsp; She wasn't certain when she had made the decision to tell her first mate that Fenrir was her bondsman rather than her slave.&nbsp; There wasn't a great deal of practical difference for some, but she found it pleased her better to offer him the chance of earning back his freedom.&nbsp; If he was an able sailor, it would give him incentive to work all the harder - and it could likely be turned to her advantage when she took him to her bed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Waters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merdoroli</strong> on <strong>24-05-2010, 18:19:33</strong>
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				Bondsman? That wasn't quiet what he expected. He wondered if she said that to buy him respect or did she actually mean it. Either way he was grateful, it seemed much less humilating to be called bondsman instead of slave. <br><br>He didn't like how everyone seemed to be sizing him up for an attack though. This sailor, just like the last, seemed to think they could tell something just by giving him a good look over. He hoped not everyone on board did that, it'd be a far cry from the open friendlyness he was used to. <br><br>"I've been given a bit of sword training before but I'm told I've got no feel for it and I'm inclined to agree. I was much better with a rifle but I haven't shot one in enough months that I'm probably just about worthless with one now too."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Waters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 04:24:12</strong>
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				"No sword then - shame, you look like you've got the strength for it, and if you could wield a blade, it'd keep some of the loudmouths from starting trouble.&nbsp; Once we've left port, report to me and I'll see what you can do."<br><br>He gave the sandals one last look and a snort, before he turned back to Captain Black and began discussing some minor points about the work remaining to be done until the BlackWater Witch left port. <br><br>Belle let Fenrir take in the sights of the ship and the docks, and it also gave him time to note that the slave mark they'd given him began to heat as he moved away from his new owner, and her eyes moved to him each time, though she didn't seem either worried nor angry.<br><br>Finally, she directed Jacobi to keep an eye on things until he was relieved, and to enjoy himself once he was, and then she moved closer to Fenrir.&nbsp; "There's not much more to see until the repairs are complete.&nbsp; Let's go - I have yet to fulfill my promise of clothes and a haircut, as well as a meal and a name ... but no doubt we'll find time for all three, and other things as well."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Waters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merdoroli</strong> on <strong>27-05-2010, 07:00:51</strong>
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				Fenrir took his snort at his shoes and his turning to talk to the captain as his sign of dismissal. He decided he had better give the ship a closer look and wandered it for a while, marveling at the care and craftsmanship that had been put into it. It was quite the vessel. <br><br>He also noticed the skin on his back, where he'd been marked, burn lightly as he got further from his new master, and felt her eyes on him. It was weird, and he wondered if it'd cause problems. Could he be very far below deck while she was on top without dying? What if the sea tossed him overboard and they rescue a dead body because the mark burnt him dead? He would ask to have it removed but he doubted she'd do that. Not when they just met. He wouldn't do it if he ever bought a slave.<br><br>He was grateful when she told him she planned to fulfill her promises next. That'd be good. He followed her and tryed to strike up conversation, "Quite the vessel indeed, what's her name captain?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Waters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 01:31:02</strong>
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				"She is the Blackwater Witch," Belle answered, somewhat pleased that Fenrir had seemed impressed by the lines of the vessel, though she would reserve judgment until he had ridden upon her at full sail.&nbsp; While she didn't mind him trying to keep on her good side, she put little stock in compliments that the other person could not have seen earned.<br><br>She tossed the driver a few coins, not stinting on the tip.&nbsp; "I have need of a carriage tomorrow, shortly before sundown.&nbsp; If you find yourself in need of a goodly fair, present yourself at the Gull's Roost."&nbsp; <br><br>The driver caught the coins with an agile hand, and felt their wait.&nbsp; "You've got yourself a driver, Cap'n," he called, tipping his hat before he turned the carriage, causing several of those underfoot to dodge and curse.<br><br>"We'll walk to the shops, Fenrir.&nbsp; Given your druthers, would you be clean shaven, or grow a beard?&nbsp; I care not, save that if you choose to shave I will expect you to see to it daily, and if not you keep your beard laundered.&nbsp; &nbsp;If you still wish a haircut, I will see to that this evening."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Waters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merdoroli</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 17:53:57</strong>
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				"Clean shaven, all the way captain. A beard and moustache ruin a good kiss." Fenrir said with a laugh at his own joke. A joke he didn't find nearly so funny in the presense of the last person he'd ever kiss again. Assuming she was even into that. She seemed more like a slapping gal then a kissing one though, and fenrir wasn't a big fan of that thought. <br><br>He pulled some hair down over his eyes. "Yah, i'll need that haircut if I'm going to be working, that or I'll have to pony tail it. Which never really liked the way that looked on a guy. Then again, I never really cared for the way any man looked so what do I know?" He was more just trying to carry on the conversation then anything. The silence felt awkward and the talk took his mind off his many many problems.<br><br>He followed her to wherever she was leading him. Not that he had a choice but he really didn't know the town well enough to lead or even know exactly where they were going. He hoped it was for food first. The small sandwhich thing he'd eaten earlier had only served to awaken his apetite and remind his belly just how hungry it is.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Waters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 01:55:28</strong>
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				"I think you know well enough that you are pleasing to the eye, even in your current state of dress," Belle stated matter-of-factly as she swept along with the crowd.&nbsp; For the most part, she acted as if she owned the ground she walked upon, giving way to none but neither was she attracting attention by demanding deference.&nbsp; Both of them attracted more than one set of eyes,&nbsp; though those who ogled the lace-draped cleavage of the captain tended to do so more respectfully when she met their eyes with a steady gaze and a hand that moved ever so slightly to her sword hilt.<br><br>They did not have to travel far before Belle spotted the shop she was looking for, and increased her pace.&nbsp; It was a tailor's shop, and looked to be one that catered both to the practical sea-goer as well as those with a bit more gold that would burn holes in their pouches if it went unspent.<br><br>"Madame ..." the shopkeeper greeted Belle with a wide smile, taking her hand and letting his mustache brush the skin in a gesture that was too brief to be considered extravagant.&nbsp; The two spoke easily in tongue that Fenrir had heard before since being transported to this port, but though some words sounded familiar enough, he couldn't tell more than that they were exchanging pleasantries and were obviously acquainted."<br><br>"Pierre, we require clothes for my bondsman, Fenrir.&nbsp; Put together a kit for a working seaman, breeches, tunics, boots ... and take his measurements for two outfits that would be appropriate for a gentleman of modest means - I leave it to you and him to select the style - anything but red.&nbsp; I trust that two bottles of the north's finest wines will do to keep you from emptying my purse of every last copper?"<br><br>In a few moments, Fenrir found himself confronted by a stern-faced woman holding a frayed and looped thin rope, marked off in sections.&nbsp; "It would be best if you take off that ... shirt ..." she advised.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Waters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merdoroli</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 19:26:58</strong>
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				Fenrir followed the captain as best he could but it seemed that people stopped in front of him to stare while they part in front of the captain. Probably because she was armed, and the way her hand moved made it seem like she was thinking about using it. Not much of a people person then, he thought. Which was kind of sad to think of your knew captain and master. He hoped it was only towards the masses, and different with her crew, or they probably wouldn't get very far. A bad captain would wreck a boat faster than a swing of Thor's hammer. Then again her crew hadn't seemed wary, they'd seemed confident in the captain, which was always a good sign.<br><br>When they got to the store he grimaced as the person there brushed his lips on her hand. He nearly said something before hearing her call him her bondsman and realizing that he was remembering the old days. The captain wasn't his girl and he didn't need to get offended when another man started kissing her hand. He sighed and watched the floor. Feeling dumb and thinking this whole slave thing was going to take a hell of a lot more time to get used to then he had first realized.<br><br>He was glad when they stopped talking in a weird tongue and she ordered him some clothes. He was surprised that she was spending so much on his clothes. Not that he wasn't glad that she did but it was quiet a bit more generous then he would have guessed that she'd be.<br><br>"Honey. For you, I'd take off a lot more than my shirt, so long as you promise to cuddle after." Fenrir said, smiling at the joke. He glanced at the captain after he made the joke, hoping she wouldn't be upset by it, it was a harmless comment but he didn't know how controlling the captain was going to be. For all he knew flirting was off limits from now on. He hoped not, that'd make for a lot of boring time in ports. He took off his shirt and did his best to help her measure himself.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Waters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 02:20:49</strong>
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				Belle continued her conversation with the shopkeeper, and smiled faintly as she heard Fenrir flirt with the girl.&nbsp; His spirit was far from broken, and on the whole, she approved, though she had the idea that certain members of her crew might take such comments as a disloyalty.&nbsp; The shopkeeper switched back to his native tongue, and she answered him in kind, questioning him sharply.&nbsp; <br><br>Even as the wench's slender hands explored Fenrir's legs, waist, and buttocks as she measured him, he had little doubt that the captain had stopped with idle chatter or discussions about clothing and was instead talking business.&nbsp; When a pouch of coins too full to represent payment for her purchases of clothes for her new slave left her hand to be replaced by several scraps of folded paper that she quickly tucked away into the bosom of her dress, even that small doubt faded.<br><br>"Very nice, Fenrir," she commented as she turned to look at his naked back as his arms were measured for the coat.&nbsp; She was not at all discomfited by the scars his captors had left on him as they tried to make him talk, or the more recent marks of his transport and treatment in the market.&nbsp; "I've some salve for those that will ease the tightening." She reached out, and ran a finger over one of the more prominent scars along his shoulder.&nbsp; <br><br>The feel of his skin beneath her finger, as light as the touch had been, awakened hungers in Belle's eyes, and she looked&nbsp; him over with less appraisal and more simple approval.&nbsp; It had been ... far too long ... since she had last been free to lose herself in the maelstrom of passion.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>The ready clothes that they had that could be easily altered to fit, the everyday clothes, were gathered up.&nbsp; "You'll have the others ready in time?" she asked the shopkeeper, though nothing in her tone suggested it was a question.&nbsp; "Of course, Captain.&nbsp; I will have Bess deliver them to the inn, or would you prefer delivery to the ship?"<br><br>"To the inn - make certain there is no delay."&nbsp; <br><br>Once that had been arranged, she turned her attention back to Fenrir, her eyes still showing a trace of the earlier predatory hunger that had been aroused.&nbsp; "Dress in the old clothes - I will arrange for a bath at the inn ... and food."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Waters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merdoroli</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 03:57:58</strong>
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				Fenrir watched her and the shopowner make a deal, but kept quiet. He thought it was probably a test as much as anything. To see if he'd keep quiet. He doubted a girl like the captain would trust him enough to do real secretive work with him around. Not that it really mattered. He'd keep quiet either way. He did wonder what it might be though. The only things he knew that you paid money for, that were on paper, were maps. And it must be special indeed for the captain to pay so much for it. But he was sure he'd figure it out in time if he was supposed to know. And if he wasn't supposed to know then he doubted asking the captain about it would make any difference.<br><br>He looked over his shoulder at the captain as she commented on him. Then down at the scars on his back. "Yes. Well. It looked a hell of a lot better before, trust me." He didn't want to move, for the fitting, or he would have tried to cover the scars. They were embarrassing and he didn't like people looking at them. <br><br>He shivered at her touch. Wondering why she'd want to touch the marks of such horrid pain. But she probably dealt with them on a daily basis he thought. She probably inflicted a few similar wounds on traitorous crewmen even. He grimaced and turned from her when the look in her eyes seemed to grow feral. He knew he'd have to please her sometime. He'd just hoped that it could have waited. He enjoyed sex and all but he totally wasn't feeling it right now. Being a slave had changed so much of his life that he had trouble getting used to it. He would have preferred to have gotten settled before she asked that of him. He didn't have a choice though, he wasn't about to defy her. Not while they were still in port where she could easily sell him at least.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Waters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 19:17:12</strong>
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				Belle's face didn't change much at the distaste in his expression.&nbsp; Had their circumstances been reversed, she would have likely expressed more hostility, even at the cost of worsening her own situation.&nbsp; &nbsp;Still, he didn't have to like the role that she and the fates had chosen for him, and at least she had offered him a means to change those circumstances.&nbsp; The first days would no doubt be the hardest.<br><br>"Finish your measuring," she told the shop assistant, letting her dark lashes sweep down over her eyes to conceal any emotion in them. <br><br>The shop owner was one with whom she had an arrangement.&nbsp; He had contacts in the city that stretched out into the servants quarters of ship owners and local aristocracy, and sometimes it was possible get information regarding good cargoes that would be sailing into port or sailing out.&nbsp; Other times, he provided a liaison between those wishing to proquire services that would have distressed the local authorities greatly had they learned of it, and those with the wherewithal to provide them. <br><br>She withdrew, accepting the seat that had been offered, as well as a cup of tea that had been offered, as much as she would have preferred something stronger.&nbsp; From a distance, she studied Fenrir, forgetting for a moment her own very personal interests.&nbsp; Perhaps she was being foolish, but she was of a mind to use him in the meeting - with the new clothes, he would clean up nicely and he had the skills of a sailor combined with enough fortitude to withstand, unbroken, the torture his captors had dealt out.&nbsp; It would be an interesting challenge, she decided with a faint smile, to see how the balance of slave in her bedchamber, and bondsman with his future to ransom.<br><br>Once he was done, she instructed him to don the old clothes until after he had bathed.&nbsp; She and the shopkeeper shared a long, speculative glance while she waited ath the shop's entrance, but neither spoke again until it was time to bid farewell.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Waters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merdoroli</strong> on <strong>25-06-2010, 09:15:19</strong>
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				Fenrir waited politely for the assistant to finish her measuring, feeling the captain's eyes on him the entire time, before making eye contact with the captain again. As he feared, her look hadn't changed, he was still screwed, literally. But that was just one more thing he'd have to bear, he'd be fine in the end, he always was. Plus the positives far outweighed the negative. Sailing again was worth being stuck as the captains little sex slave. <br><br>He thanked the assistant for measuring him, and equiped his old clothes, as the captain had instructed, with an audible sigh. This thing was atrocious, if he had any choice he wouldn't wear this thing ever again. But she was right. He needed a bath and ruining new clothes was probably not a great idea. "What black god did I cross to get stuck with this outfit?" He complained more for something to say than any real annoyance at the gods. Her watchful silence was starting to scare him. He didn't know what she was thinking but it probably wasn't something he'd do willingly. <br><br>"After the bath I'm totally burning these clothes. Anything less and it's possible they could come back. Like the plague or a rat infestation." He was joking of course, he might burn the clothes but only so he didn't have to carry them around and because he didn't have anything better to do with them. He might throw them overboard as well, depended on what the captain would let him do really.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Waters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 02:17:47</strong>
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				"Do with them as you wish," Belle said with a small smile, shrugging one shoulder.&nbsp; "If you need common garments again, we will likely have no trouble replacing them by one means or another.&nbsp; The shopkeeper's assistant did up the ready-made clothes in a neat bundle, and handed them to Fenrir, giving him a slight smile and a curtsy, while the man assured Belle that the others she had commissioned would be delivered by late afternoon, though he grumbled at the rush.<br><br>"For the price, you'll work the night through if need be," Belle said, a glint coming into her eye as she pulled herself even straighter.&nbsp; Once assurances were given, she let herself relax once more, and she turned to Fenrir, her slave turned bondsman, at least while in public view.&nbsp; "Come, Fenrir.&nbsp; It is but a short walk to the inn, where we will set the rest to rights."<br><br>She led the way through the streets, which were teeming with people as the evening sun began to inch its way beneath the western horizon, turning the sky to blazing reds and sullen purple.&nbsp; As they walked along, she addressed Fenrir in a tone low enough to force him to come nearer if he would hear what she wished to say.&nbsp; "I have little doubt that things are not as you would wish them to be, but such are the tides of fortune turned against you.&nbsp; There are many who would call me foolish, but I have no desire to see the spirit of a seaman beaten down.&nbsp; You will earn your wages, less half of each payment going to me&nbsp; until the price of your collar has been repaid.&nbsp; &nbsp;If you fight with us, you will receive a share - half until the first mate says you merit full share - of booty that we take. "<br><br>Their arrival at the inn, and making their way through the common area to the stairs leading upward to the guest rooms, put an end to the captain's softly spoken conversation,.&nbsp; As they began to ascend, she turned slightly toward Fenrir, so that the soft brush of her breath fell upon his neck. "Until you have repaid that full price, you will serve me.&nbsp; My name, Fenrir, is Belle ... and you may use that name when we are alone .... with one exception ..."<br><br>She let that trail off as she took the heavy iron key that opened the room's lock, and opened it to reveal a sturdy curtained bed, a gaudily upholstered divan, a large wardrobe, a fireplace, and a screen that provided privacy for modest bathing, dressing, and other personal needs.<br><br>In one corner, a battered trunk, bolstering a heavy lock much sturdier looking than the one upon the door, sat, amidst several parcels.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Waters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merdoroli</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 03:30:34</strong>
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				<em>"Burning them it is then."</em> Fenrir thought. He didn't have anything better to do with them and they deserved it really. "Thank you." He said with a smile and a nod as the girl gave him his new clothes. He couldn't wait to get into them. <br><br>He smiled as they left for the tavern, happy to be going there, he could change there. And eat as well. He followed close, listening to the captain's words closely. He had to push people out of the way at times to stay close, not having the ability to part the crowd as the captain did. He was twice her size and it made him wonder how she did it.<br><br>"You mean it's true? I'm really your bondsman? I thought you were just saying that out of shame. I... I don't know what to say. Thank you." She'd just given him his life back, granted it would take a few years to get, but still. One day he would be free because of her and the best he could say was thank you? He could do better, "That means a lot to me. Thank you very much." Not a whole lot better, not what the gesture deserved. He'd have to find someway to repay her.<br><br>He followed her into the inn and up the stairs. He froze as she turned so suddenly, surprised by her actions, and shivered as her breath brought goosebumps to his neck. "Belle." He whispered, trying it out. "Belle." he whispered it again, "I like it. What's the exception?"<br><br>He was equally surprised by her turning back up the stairs. Wondering what had prompted her to tell him now, and not in their room, yet she hadn't told him the exception here. He followed her up the stairs, staying close, not wanting to miss the answer in case she whispered it.<br><br>When she opened the door to the room, he walked through quickly and waited for her to shut it before asking, "Is it okay if I take a shower now Captain? So I might be rid of these clothes?"&nbsp; &nbsp;
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