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  1. Deviance

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    Captain James Sebastian Montague stepped lively on the piers of Trammelman Port, whistling as he went. The old port town where he currently made harbor was in the shadow of the castle and crown city of Astraya, but his business, thankfully, would keep him in town. In the light of day he was a porter, captain of a merchant ship that carried goods from one kingdom to the next, with a line of success so long that none of them really knew which one he originally hailed from. Below board though, he was an infamous pirate, whose name, Blackhand, a pox and a scurvy was cast upon by many an unwitting or unwary vessel such as he came across.

    That was the trick of piracy: On the wide, open seas, knowing where the richest targets would be most vulnerable was stock and trade, and Captain Blackhand was always one step ahead of the competition. James was tall, not quite towering but able to look over the heads of most of the crowd, had well-groomed, black, bristly hair he kept cut short, and a clean-shaven face that revealed a strong jaw and piercing, grey eyes. He had scars criss-crossing his arms and chest and back, but none upon his face, and a dashing smile that made his eyes glitter and put a pause in the mind of any he looked upon, should his expression darken. Upon his head he wore an ostentatious captain’s hat, with bills folded up to deflect and redirect ocean spray, and he was dressed in captain’s regalia, long, faded black overcoat with gold trim and buttons, black boots that made hardly a sound as he moved, brown leather vest underneath and matching black breaches obscured by belts and straps that bore his cutlass, gun holster, and various pouches and pockets that bore the tools of his trade. He moved like common folk should step aside, and for the most part they did, except for a few brigands and woebegones, whom he stepped around like he’d meant to anyway.

    He’d brought in a kingly haul, and not in the least legally. His men had toiled most of the morning the first day moving off all of the legitimate cargo, including a couple of passengers he was just as pleased to be rid of, and they had spent the rest of the week finding their pleasure among the brothels and taverns of the city proper. Today was the day he’d meet with his contact, and dressed as he was, he was to meet them in a captain’s watering hole. He’d been to many a fine establishment, but the one he went to now was nothing more than a hole in the wall, and truth be told he preferred it to any of the pretentious, stuck-up waysides that put on airs of import. No, when the great mistress of the sea called their names, one ship was just as likely as another to be smashed into flinders, and only a sharp mind and a keen sense of the waters would keep a vessel in one piece and on course. As far as the captain was concerned it just as well to remember that, and stay just as humble on land as he was at sea. With respect to the sea, anyway. Catch a glimpse of this man striding down the avenue with his jaunty tune and feathered hat, and humble was not the first word that would come to mind.

    It certainly wasn’t the first word in his mind as he burst through the cantina doors, and called out to the barkeep. “Black ale! And I’ll take it warm, thank you!” The place was busy and loud, but such an entrance as this caught him a few stares. Good. They would remember he was here, if tides came a-calling. Trouble was as trouble does, he always said, and if enough people knew you were in one place, then it was a mite harder to say a man was in another place, where bigger trouble was going down. It had saved him on numerous occasions, having a few half-drunks confirm his rude entrances. He came up to the bar and stood next to a stool, then leaned on one elbow as he waited for his drink. The barkeep slid him a mug of ale, skipping his line of orders out of pure, bitter spite, by the look of it, and the captain flashed him a winning grin, then downed the entire mug in one go. He slid it back to the barkeep with a gold coin in the bottom of it, and said, “How’s about another one to sip on, good sir? And a nice, quiet place to enjoy it.”

    The barkeep lifted an eyebrow at the coin, pocketed it, then refilled the mug and jerked his head to the side before going back to his work.

    James grinned at him, gave him a courteous nod, then strolled off in the direction the barkeep had indicated. He passed grounded sailors big and small in various states of drunkenness and undress, and smirked at the pleasant display of the bottom rungs of humanity. He passed through a door and into a cellar, and when the door closed behind him it was quiet and dark. He waited for a breath’s moment, then called out into the darkness. “You’re not the only fence in town, Spines.”

    “Ah,” came a greasy voice in response. “But I am the only one with a deal such as you need, your lordship. And pretty of me to stay nice about it, I’d say.” A man greasier than his voice stepped out of the darkness, and not quite into the light. It was difficult to tell any particular detail about him for the grease, except that his eyes were cunning and his teeth were white.

    “Just about as pretty and nice as the sharp of my blade, and the fence in the next town over who knows my name,” Captain Blackhand replied. “Where is the payment?”

    The sound of a heavy sack of gold sounded through the cellar, but came no closer to the captain. “It is here, in full, as promised. Are the weapons in place?”

    “If they weren’t, I wouldn’t be here, Spines. What’s the hold-up?” The captain’s hands weren’t drifting toward his weapons, but his voice warned they might soon.

    “No hold-up, good captain,” Spines said, tossing the sack into an open chest that gleamed with gold before a couple more men behind it closed the lid. “Just a friendly warning. There’s trouble in town, and we’d not want it catching up to either of us.”

    The captain squinted at the greasy man. “A man running guns might have caught on to that already, Spines. I don’t like threats.”

    Spines flashed his white teeth again. “Neither do I. I’d far sooner simply gut a man like a fish and have done before wasting such time as speaking words to him. This trouble is not mine nor yours, seeing as you get away from it as quick as I plan to. I only stayed long enough to make good on our deal, so’s as to be in the Blackhand’s good graces for the next one.”

    The captain lifted an eyebrow, but also a mollified chin. “Point taken. Have the chest moved to my ship. I’ll be sailing with the evening wind.”

    “At once. Pleasure doing business, as always.” Spines faded into the darkness, along with chest and the men carrying it.

    ***

    His business completed, the captain set about to have a bit of fun of his own before setting sail. The men at the ship would be ready to fly at a moment’s notice once the gold was aboard, and a man with as many scars as he had was bound to look for a few more. He tossed the barkeep another gold coin on the way out, then stepped out into the night and headed for the tavern where the rest of his men were holed up. He had a plan.

    The political state of Astraya had been making offending remarks about he and his kind of late, saying pirates were scum and useless rodents that should be exterminated, and putting bounties on the heads of known pirates throughout the Gaknes Corridor. It wasn’t this that offended Blackhand though. It was that on the list of pirates they called Most Wanted, he wasn’t top of the list. He wasn’t even top five. That was about to change. Once the men saw him step into the tavern they knew the stage was set, and they went about their assigned tasks, filtering out of the tavern few by few until they were spread over the town of Trammelman Port. In the meantime, the captain changed from his regalia into nondescript black, swapped the hat for a mask, and donned black gloves that were his trademark. As soon as night fell, every wanted poster throughout the city, and every official statement from the king was overlaid with a black tar handprint, and Blackhand himself along with four of his best men were creeping up on the local constabulary’s office. They watched and waited until the fat man turned all his men away for the night, and went into his private quarters, all under the watchful eye of the king, or so the word went. As soon as the candle was out, they stole across the ground by way of darkness, broke in, and mobbed the fat man with ropes and a gag. They tied him up, bound his hands behind him, dragged him outside in his struggling, enraged stupor, and hung him by the feet from the very hangman’s noose that was intended for pirates such as themselves.

    Then Blackhand sent his men back to the ship, and went back into the constabulary’s office to light the emergency fires that would chain throughout the town and sound the alarm in the city above. That done, he went back out to the man hanging upside down, blackened his ungloved hands in tar, then slapped the man across the flank, chest and face with the black, sticky substance.

    A shout rose up from the street as he finished this, and the constable renewed his struggle at the sound of the whistles, trying to scream through the gag. From the right and left men carrying pistols and chains came running for Blackhand. He stood in front of the constable, gave him a crisp, mocking salute, then ducked and ran as bullets went flying past him. The fat constable’s shouts grew panicked, but Blackhand was already making his escape. He ran to the nearest building, whipped out his cutlass and chopped a rope attached to a crane and held on as the other end plunged to the ground. With a brutal yank the rope jerked him off the ground, and Blackhand went flying up the side of building, hanging on for dear life. Bullets crashed through the windows of the building, but none came close to hitting him. By that point someone had gotten to the constable and taken the gag out of his mouth. “Catch that man this instant! That is the pirate Blackhand! Bring him down!”

    At that moment Blackhand had landed on the rooftop, and was performing a mock bow from the ledge of building with a hat he wasn’t wearing. Bullets whizzed past, so he scrambled away from the awning and up onto the roof proper and disappeared into the night.

    ***

    They sailed away into the night with little fuss, something they knew they’d never be able to do in that town again, and thought themselves very clever. The next morning there was a commotion on the ship. The captain was stepping out of his quarters and onto the deck as his first mate stepped to his side. “What’s all this about, Wiggins?”

    Wiggins was also a tall man, though not as tall as the captain, with broad shoulders and calm, steely eyes. He was a sandy-haired, cunning brute, who somehow passed as civilized when he saw fit to dress the part. Today he was in a plain, off-white tunic and brown breaches that he tucked into his boots. “Something about a ‘screaming box,’ sir. Very irregular, and a bit of a nuisance. Seems we’ve picked up a stowaway.”

    “Truly?” The captain asked. “Well, let's see it then. Where is the blasted thing?”

    “Ah, sir, the men are averse to going near the thing, such a harpy as must be inside, and are given to thinking it bad luck.”

    The captain turned a stone-cold gaze on the first mate. “If they do not bring this box to me in the next ten minutes, they will learn the true meaning of the phrase, ‘bad luck.’”

    The first mate gave the captain a placid smile. “That is what I told them you’d say. They are fetching it now.”

    Before the captain could respond, a mighty crash came from just belowdecks. The men carrying a massive crate had lost their balance and nearly dropped the thing down the steps they ascended. The curses flying from inside the box were creative for even a pirate’s standards, and the captain lifted a bemused eyebrow at the first mate, who broke into a grin and shrugged. The men set the crate down in the middle of the deck, then backed up to form a semi-circle around it with the rest of the crew.

    The captain slapped Wiggins on the shoulder, then went to stand before the crate, which had now grown quiet. He waited for a moment to see if anything else was forthcoming, then put his hands on his hips and called out in a voice loud enough to reach inside the crate. “Who goes there?”

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    Waves crashed against the tall rocks that bordered a small island that most had no idea existed. Her deep blue eyes, eyed the beach like it was a godsend. Head peeking barely above the surface of the tossing ocean she swam in. Her large dark blue fin guiding her easily to the shore. Each push forward the water became more shallow, pulling away from her brilliant and beautiful scaled appendage. As the creature beached herself her tail began to split until two human legs appeared and she stood up, completely naked and covered in sand. Walking over to a place where she kept a hand made dress, made of the items of the sea she slipped it over her head. The young woman was beautiful. Her brilliant blonde locks, deep blue eyes peered up at the darkening sky. Determined she began to take each stride out onto the dangerous rocks away from the island. As the sky darkened she smiled. It had been a while since she had sang to the sea.

    With no idea of the catastrophe her voice was about to start, she sang. A beautiful melody and her hauntingly glorious voice ran out over the harsh sea. A Siren's Song. Most of the time the beautiful creature would triple check that ships were no were near to get caught up in her magical vocal chords. Instead this night had a different idea of how her encore would be. Her strong voice cried out drawing the nearby sailors to it. Many on board warned the Captain. But he ignore their pleas, he must find this voice and make it his own.

    King Phillip Knowles, rightful King to Astraya. A mere twenty eight years of age when he had heard the beautiful creature and her song. Greedy and selfish the King found himself with a cruel smirk and a plan as he spotted her upon that rock. So many stories were told about the creatures of the sea and their powers, this one would be his. Forever.

    And the beautiful creature was his, hours of keeping his head and capturing her as she tried to flee into the sea. The creature was finally pulled aboard his ship. Her fin was beautiful, though Phillip more so looked at her face rather than her magical appendage. As her body shifted a cruel grin appeared on his face. The Young woman struggled to be free as his grasp took hold on her arm. Her cries could be heard all night, from the Captain's quarters. His men never questioned him and that was the night that Katarina Jade Knowles was conceived. Dark, stormy and full of screams.

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    Katarina was a beautiful child holding beauty from her unknown Mermaid heritage and from the human one. Her eyes a soft yet bright sea foam green that was often mistaken for a baby blue from afar. Her thick locks, mixed with browns reds and soft hints of golden brown made her hair unique. She was a beautiful child, but King Phillip made it a point to keep her away from the sea and her mother who took on the name of Isabelle. Though Kat always called her Pearl growing up. Her musically inclined side came from her mother. Her love of the sea came from her mother. Her strong mind and determination from her father's side, though his negatives seemed to come out as positives.

    Locked away in the castle, taught how to be a proper princess and banned from the port they lived nearly feet away from, she grew up. When Katarina turned eight she found herself facing the fact that she would no longer have a mother. The older woman laid on her death bed, refusing to speak to anyone but Kat. When Kat arrived her mother spoke to her, softly telling her to always follow her heart. Her mothers words always made Kat a bit unsettled thinking back on it, but growing up and finding herself under her controlling father she came to find out what her mother really meant.

    Once upon a time Katarina really loved to sing. She adored singing her mother's songs, but after being force to sing them at her fathers will her love for singing has vanished. Nearly disappeared all together. King Knowles found himself with a need for his daughter's talents rather than her. He had been obsessed with her mother, but she was his child and the only thing good coming from her was the talents she inherited from her mother. It was with that mentality that Katarina had grown up, that she still dealt with.

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    It was a normal morning, Kat woke to find her chamber maid rushing around the room. The woman seemed panicked. So Kat just watched her. Sea foam green eyes just following her every movement as she pulled out all kinds of things, but what caught young Kat's attention was the undergarments and beautifully embellished white dress. Her brows knitted together as she watched, unsure why the made seemed so flustered pulling it all out. The young woman among the feather covers just watched when it finally dawned on her what day it was. She couldn't even control the exasperated groan that fell from her lips as she pulled the covers over her head. The sudden noise causing her maid to jump and let out a small cry as she spun around and looked over to the Princess. "Why by the gods. It's about time you woke up Katarina. If you don;t pull yourself from those covers you will never be ready in time." The maid snapped at her tossing a pillow from the couch in the direction of the bed. Managing to nail Kat right in the face. "ALICE!" She growled from the covers, calling the maid's name in annoyance before curling further under the covers only to hear a very audible huff as the maid saw.

    The thud of her footsteps suddenly took on a very unpleasant sound of growing closer. "NOOOOO!" came a grumpy howl from the princess right before her sheets found themselves yanked off and her body assaulted by the cold. "Alice..." She whined at the older maid who just cocked her brow at the princess as she acted like a child. "Get your lazy arse up, at once!" She barked and began to pull the pillows away. Kat whined as her pillows were taken and frowned, giving an exaggerated pouty lip. Sitting up she watched the maid go back to what she was doing. The young woman slipping out of the bed and wandering to the smaller room connected to hers that held a rather large bath. Much like the once roman's had. Sunken down into the floor and big enough for twelve or more people. She wasn't wearing anything to begin with and happily slipped into the hot water to escape the nippy air around her. She sighed contently though it didn't take long before Alice was nagging at her to hurry up.

    With her bath done she was finally dressed. her hair was down but was tied up to show off her very regal features. Her feminine features were elongated it not too much. Her large doe eyes were such a rare and odd color, her lips were full and had a beautiful pink hue to them. Her skin was an olive tan, much like a Greek goddess, the perfect golden color to compliment it all. She was dressed in a blush pink gown. The fine fabric was airy and draped from her body like she was an angel. Kissing every curve and showing off every asset she had. Her hips were thick, made for baby making, the maids always told her, yet her father had never seemed to have the intention of giving her off to do so. Her bust was a perky c-cup, on the smaller side, just enough to fit in a hand, but not enough to fill it. Standing a mere five foot and six inches she wasn't too tall either. Yet that dress made her look otherwise.

    As Alice looked her over her face hardened at the pout that seemed to stick on her face. "I swear to the Gods, Katarina if you do not stop the pout, I will beat you child." She growled and Kat only responded with sticking her tongue out before dodging the woman's flying hands. She grabbed a pillow for her defense when her father walked in cocking his brow. "What is this?" He rumbled, completely unamused leaving both Kat and Alice looking at one another with worried looks. Her fathers harsh gaze looked over his daughter and with a smug look he gave a grunt of approval. "You are to see your choices for a husband tonight. I expect you to be on your best behavior, Katarina. I don't want to have problems tonight." His harsh gaze landed on her before turning and exiting the room.

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    Kat had been dreading this day for months. The day all available bachelors, old and young, got you gaze at her in a revealing dress. All fluffing their feathers to prove who was best. It was absolutely disgusting and she despised it. Being unmarried she was prime market value. Untouched and 'innocent'. She sat at a chair with a bunch of men speaking about women as if they were cattle. Speaking of others they had seen or boasting how they would make her life better. As the night went on she found herself on the balcony looking out to the sea. Her eyes focused on the beautiful blue water tossing about. She loved the smell and wished she could be away from here, just enjoying the smell of the water., feeling the sand in her toes and the cool soothing touch of the sea. She sighed when suddenly the bells were going off. Signal fires set a blaze. Her eyes darted to where the first fire had been lit and a grin crossed her face. As sudden chaos took place she pulled herself away. She wanted to know what was going on. When she over heard the name 'Blackhand.' She wanted to be the first to seem him. He was a pirate so they would be at the docks. However, someone else had plans for her and they weren't about to let her ruin them. As she snuck through the gardens a voice rang out. "Katarina." A sweet, deep voice she knew well, but it brought nothing but uneasy nerves. Spinning around she found something on her face. Her hands yanked up to claw at the said hand , but the sweet liquid in the cloth did its job rather quickly. She went limp, her entire body becoming putty for the man who now picked her up bridal style. "Good girl." He chuckled, making his way out of the castle and to his own ship to leave with his newly stolen prize. Fate, had other plans. Somewhere along the way the crate that he hate stuffed Kat into became lost. Hidden aboard the wrong ship, the ship of Blackhand the pirate. Plans now had to change and he had to find her, at all cost, for he knew Phillips long hidden secret and he wanted it to himself. The man wanted everything King Phillip had and now he had to go searching for it among the sea.


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    Kat had no idea what had happened. Soft mumbling had finally brought her eyes to open, yet there was no light. At first Kat blinked and rubbed her eyes. Maybe it was just her? She then found herself in a bit of a panic as she realized that she was not where she was suppose to be. She went to move only to find her head smacking into wood. Not having expected it, a loud, ornery shout left her lips. All the mumbling going silent, making her go quiet as well. There was silence when suddenly the crate was kicked sending her into the other wall. Her head was pounding with a headache, she had just slammed her head and now they were kicking her?! Kat's normally calm demeanor went up in smoke. "You fucking baboon! What in the seven seas do you think you are doing?! You piece of inbred swine shit!" She snarled out. Only to heart a clatter of feet and silence. She let out a huff and say back her hand now on her forehead. She let herself process her situation, though it took a bit longer than she had hoped. With her head pounding it was hard to even remember whey had happened. The lady thing she recalled was the fires after that, everything got a bit blurry. She groaned and kicked the crate inky to find herself flinching in pain. Her boots missing. With a huff she dragged her hands down her face, only to hear more footsteps. Resisting a brow she suddenly felt the crate hoisted up. "What are you doing now?!" Her question setting to have staked whom ever was carrying out. She was folded around, her dress seeming to tangle and her body slamming into the sides. That was when the colorful language left those pretty lips.

    Begging bruised was never something she took too well to. She was cursing and babe calling but her feet were pounding on the side of the crate, as she wanted out. As they set her down, Kat was fuming. Her chest was heading up and down, her eyes wildly large as she readjusted herself. She couldn't believe this was happening. Not kinky had she been kidnapped but she was being tossed around as if she were unbreakable. Them came the loud voice, echoing in her ears. Her head was already spinning but that made it worse. With a deep groan she tangled her fingers in her hair. "A human who wants to be OUT of this forsaken crate!" She snapped back,not sure why the person who took her would be asking such things. What kind of nonsense was going on?
     
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  3. Deviance

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    The men lowered the crate in front of Captain Blackhand, dropped it onto the deck, then backed away from it like they wanted nothing to do with whatever was inside. They were keen enough to stand around and watch, though.

    Blackhand was not impressed. Whoever it was saw fit to sing a merry tirade of expletives, and threw them around like it wouldn’t be just as easy to throw her overboard as let her out. Whoever she was, she was trouble, no doubt about that. With what they’d done in the city the night before, it was a dire time to have unexpected trouble aboard his ship. The king’s fleet would be after his vessel, along with any others that had left port that night, and any disturbance to his routine on the ship could mean the difference between getting caught or not. He couldn’t afford to be boarded with so large a trunk of gold on his ship with no way other than criminal activity to explain it, and this stowaway was an unwelcome problem.

    A frustrated groan preceded the answering words, and it struck Blackhand as odd. He’d had stowaways on his ship before, and always to the detriment to the stowaway, but never before had one of them sounded so annoyed. He began to suspect there was something quite different going on, but he saw no particular reason to change his tack. “I imagine so, human. However, I think you’re a stowaway. The last time I caught a stowaway aboard my ship I threw him overboard at sea. He struggled a bit, but I don’t imagine you’ll be able to put up much of a fight from inside there, so maybe you should answer the question.”

    The Gallant hit a swell in the tides, and the men on their sea legs rolled with the lilting of the deck, but the crate slid about a foot backward from the captain. The wind rippled in the sails, and the ocean spray was a light chill that James might have enjoyed if not for dealing with unexpected company first thing in the morning. The ship was headed for Longfang Cove, a haven for all manner of scoundrel and ne’er-do-well, and the only place he’d be able to spend his gold to get what he needed for what came next in his plan. Four days at full sail would see them there, and he’d meant to use the time to refine those plans. He had a sinking feeling that things would be more complicated than that now.

    There was a reason his crew was entirely composed of men, and it was the same reason they’d put in at harbor so long. One way or the other, women were distracting. Distractions were deadly dangerous on a ship at sea, particularly in storm, and he could already see that as soon as his crew worked out that no evil magic seemed to be afoot, they were intensely curious as to what the captain would do with a woman who came shipped to him in a box. Gods almighty, he did not have time for this.
     
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    Katarina felt her heart sink at his words. Stowaway? Why would she be in a sealed crate. She groaned and ran a hand over her eyes. She didnt need to be stuck in the sea. Unknown to her it would have been better. She sat quietly in the crate her eyes focused on the tiny sliver she could see what light was out. "My name is Katarina Knowles. Now please, for the love of almighty just open the box..." Katarina wouldnt typically admit it, but she hated confined spaces. Being in this box was beginning to make her heart race and her mind swirl. She didn't understand. That was when one of the crew members walked up beside the captain. Smith was known for his keen eyes and noticing things others would over look. "Captain." He spoke softly just so the man and the first mate could hear. "I'd say the girl inside that box isn't lyin'." He nodded towards the box. "That is the royal navy symbol on the box." He spoke with a dull voice, not really caring as he had watched things unfold. "Look like trouble seems to like us today, Captain." He then walked his own way, up in the crows nest to put those eyes to use.

    It was quiet. Nothing, but the sound if ever angrier waves hitting the side of the boat. Kat closed her eyes as a sweat formed on her forehead. "Why..." she muttered to herself as she tried to stay calm and then it came the crack of opening the crate. She looked up only to be blinded by the brightness. A hand found her arm, rough skin taking hold of her own soft flesh and yanking her out of the box. She let out a small gasp as being manhandled wasn't something she was use to. As her bare feet stumbled across the wood floor she gripped the hand that had her. "Let go!" She barked out, not because she she wanted to run, but because whomever this man was, he was hurting her. Once the rough hand released her, Kat's eyes seemed to have time to focus. That's when she took in everything. Where she was, who was around her. Eyes grew a bit wide seeing her predicament. What was this?

    Katarina gound her eyes falling on the Captain as he stood quietly in front of her. Her green eyes took him in but something about him didn't settle right. "How on earth would a stowaway be in a sealed box. Let alone..." she looked to the box before back at the man. "A royal navy one." She paused and glanced around. "When I am most certainly not on a navy ship." Thats when it hit her. Her eyes got a bit wide as she recalled the night before.

    No way. This couldn't be Blackhand.... could it? She felt her heart sink and her stomach do flips. She fell oddly quiet as her eyes landed back on the captain. Oh how she wished she had kept her mouth shut. He had just robbed her father. Knowing who she was would not be in her benefit. Pirates were pirates after all.
     
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    Katarina Knowles? Surely there was no way. He flicked a hand toward the box, and men grabbed crowbars to pry it open, and sure enough, the Princess of Astraya came tumbling out. One of the men with the crowbars grabbed her by the arm and dragged her toward the captain, and at her crying out in pain Captain Blackhand flicked his hand again, ordering the man to back off. James couldn’t help himself. No matter how much trouble he was in, or what trials lie ahead, or what he would have to pay for his supposed crimes, the moment her eyes widened as she realized where she was, he was overcome with humor. His lips spread wide and parted from his teeth, and he shook with silent laughter. Of the things he’d thought, he’d never realized this moment would be so funny. Before she looked back at him he bit his lip to contain his mirth, but his first mate lifted an eyebrow at him and shook his head with a grin of his own before stooping back into the captain’s cabin to straighten things a bit.

    He watched in silence as she worked out her situation, and let his eyes take in the details of her face. Without a doubt, this was the Queen’s daughter, and the King’s pride and joy. He’d wanted to be in the top ten of wanted pirates on the sea didn’t he? For kidnapping a princess, he would top the list! Damned for not having thought of it himself. But now that he had her, what was he going to do with her? He took in her dress, an elaborate, pink ensemble, plush and airy, and more revealing than concealing in the way it hugged her form. If he was noticing, then his men were probably drooling, but he wasn’t about to take his eyes from the princess’, for they were the deepest shade of ocean’s blue and green he’d ever seen. He couldn’t tell where one color stopped and the other began, but he was of half a mind to spend a few hours to work it out.

    Captain Blackhand let an easy smile appear on his face as he heard her final words. “No, Princess, this is no navy ship, and I am no pawn of your king. In fact, last night we left that poor bastard a gift, didn’t we men?” A round of laughter went up from the crew, proud of their involvement with their infamous captain. James held the smile as he began moving toward the princess, one easy step at a time. “But wonder of wonders, I surely did not expect him to send a gift in return,” he paused for the snickers that unavoidably interrupted him. In that moment, he glanced at her lips, full, pink, and dumbstruck, and with his pleasure lighting his eyes he moved them back to hers and lifted a hand to brush her wild, once-done-up, now-messy hair from the side of her face. “Or maybe this is a princess whose heart aches for adventure, and she just had to see the infamous Captain Blackhand for herself.” He tilted his head to graze his eyes over her jawline and neck, so pretty, fit, and well-fed, and thus utterly unlike any he had regular contact with. “Though as regal as your performance was within that box, I think your silence now is most telling of all. You truly did not know where you were, did you princess?”

    James moved his thumb to her lower lip and slid it down over the tier, pulling them apart with a subaudible pop. His gaze lowered to her parted lips, and a curve slightly different than the ones before appeared in his own. “So that means, that either a: someone sent you here, or b, and I think this one much more likely: someone royally fucked up and are now looking to bilge The Gallant on her own anchor and run me up to dance the hempen jig.” He moved his gaze back to hers. “But one thing shines from your deadlights loud and clear, Katarina Knowles: you had nothing to do with it. So,” he breathed, dropping his voice to a mere whisper. “What to do with you? You’re aware, I hope, that the easiest course for me would be to let you swim back to Astraya. You are trouble of the worst kind, Princess. They’re never going to stop chasing me for your sake, and as I was the only show in town last night, sure’s to hells they know, or think they know, that I have you.” With his right hand still on her face, he brushed his thumb over her cheekbone while he used the other hand to brush the hair from her face on the left side.

    “But here’s the rub: Some part of me thinks that you’re precisely where you want to be right now. Isn’t that right, Katarina? Maybe you heard the stories men tell about how your dear father acquired your mother, and always longed to see the sea for yourself. I wonder… for the tides we sail are never this great this time of year. Never in my years at sea have I seen these waters at this time rock my vessel hard enough to send a crate sliding across my deck. What are you, Princess? What more than trouble do you bring to my ship?”

    Then, suddenly, he released her, and stepped behind her toward the crate. “What the devil is this damned crate doing on my deck? Who’s rigging the mainsail? And where, on my pockmarked ass, is the godforsaken order on this vessel? GET TO WORK!” The men jumped at the barking, and hurried to get back to their assigned tasks.

    Just as the captain turned back around the first mate emerged from his cabin. “All’s to order, cap’n.”

    “Thank you, Mr Wiggins. I leave these barnacle bastards to your capable hands.” Captain Blackhand set his palm courtly in the small of Katarina’s back as he came back to stand next to her.

    Wiggins nodded to his captain, then gave a curt bow to the princess before quick-stepping to the right and marching up the ladder to take the coxswain’s position at the wheel.

    James turned his head to address Katarina. “Regardless of why you’re here, you must be starved. Come have breakfast with me.” He put a little pressure on her back to see if she remembered how to walk. “My name is Captain James Sebastian Montague, commonly known as the dread pirate Blackhand, but you may call me James. With whatever taste you may find me, Princess, your other options are the crew, or the fishes, so choose well.”
     
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    Katarina stayed quiet as he began to chuckle. In no way was his amusement comforting. She could feel the eyes of the man as well as the Captain taking in the eye full. She was dress to impress men, men with a finer taste. These men had no preferences and she was beyond the imagination in what she was wearing. The sinking feeling continued as she came to realize just how unlucky she had become. When the Captain finally spoke her eyes darted to him as he made his comment. Her uneasiness showed in how stiff she became as the laughter began. She even flinched a bit. Sliwly she began to calm herself mentally. Her body slowly relaxing, though she was alert, she wouldn't be so jumpy. Calm eyes now met the Captain as he approached, his strong walk making her eyes him cautiously. As his hand came up she watched him, her eyes wildly confused. He was gentle sand that was certainly not something she had come to expect from him, from any man of his standing. Quietly she let him. His fingers ran through her hair that was oddly untangled despite the disheveled appearance. She wasnt quite sure what to think about this, about the man who stood before her. As he admired her, she felt a soft pink peek from her tanned skin at his mention of her wanted to see him the night she couldn't remember. She let him come to the conclusion that was true, she had no clue where she was.

    Kat gound her mind racung as those seafoam colored iris' fpund themselvea fixated on the Captain, his closeness causing her to shift her shoulders a little as she felt her own shiftness. That was when his finger met her lip. Her eyes widened a bit at the sudden touch. She took a step back, but he just seemed to follow. His eyes so focused on her plump lips and the way her bottom one sat beneath his finger. She was a bit in shock as his eyes came back to her own. Her breath was held as she looked at him, watched the way his lips moved as they expelled words. She was a bit in awe at his boldness, but then there was confidence too. His hands were on either side of her face now and it was becoming exeeding uncomfortable. He was pushing every boundry a girl would have, not ro mention hid hands were rough. Years out at sea would do that to your skin. Though even more odd would be the fact that unlike many she was not screaming, yelling or throwing a for like she would have lead one to believe earlier on. Insteaf she waas quiet and lost the man run his rough hands on her skin, though admittedly it wasn't the most pleasant. She bit the inside of her cheek and eyed him harder. Her heart ws beginning to race, thoygh she wasnt sure if it was fear or adrenaline, maybe both. When he suddenly accused her of being the cause of the tides. Her brow cocked at him as he asked her what she was and in all honesty she wasn't quite sure in that moment. She really had been conflicted but finally being near the sea had thrown her mind into a frenzy. She only blinked at him, unable to answer even if she wanted to. She watched him walk away, turning to glance over her shoulder as his voice bellowed across the deck. Men scattered easily enough. She was taken a back and her head was still pounding, when he touched her back she turned to him curious. He was far too familiar with her.

    Starved? Was she hungry? She didn't feel a need for food but she also wasn't about to refuse the man who was being rather kind to her. Then the last words left his lips and Kat shook her head. "Don't be so threatening Captain. I have no issues with letting you feed me." She softly replies and walked forward. Letting the man lead her to the table and sat where he had a seat. She sat down quietly but once out of his grip she felt much more relaxed. "You called me a good gift earlier Captain, but I wouldn't say I am that great a prize. Though the gold in my place could be. What do you plan to do with me?" She looked him in the eyes jabbing been able to get enough of her bearings, she no longer looked so dazed and confused. Though her eyes wandered the room as she waited for his answer. Now with some distance between them and being alone she was getting a bit more clever about avoiding his touch. Having met her limit eatly on deck.
     
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    James felt the variegated tension in her, the confusion, and even the shock. The layers went deep and folded over one another, being captured, waking up in a box, finding herself on a pirate ship, being touched by a man, she was certainly out of her depth in every aspect of her situation. Of course, none of those were asked-for, but in his estimation she was handling it well. Truly, if he had found himself in such a situation, he might have been screaming bloody murder, but as soon as this woman set her mind to it, she once more found her dignity, and made up her mind about she felt about her predicament. He could tell that much from her response alone. “Indeed not,” he said, and guided her into the captain’s cabin.

    The Gallant was a modestly sized vessel, designed for privateering, but detoothed for mercantile use. Of course, that was a condition the captain saw swiftly remedied when they set about blacker enterprises, but as it was now, it presented as a semi-wealthy merchant’s ship, and so the captain’s cabin was furnished as such. On the starboard bulkhead there were maps and various tools of penmanship and course-plotting, with a locked cabinet for private records and business plans. On the port bulkhead there were personal effects, hats, belts, a wardrobe, a golden compass on a chain, quills and parchment, trinkets of varying usefulness, and an empty space for a chair in front of a desk surface. Farther back, toward the stern of the ship, there were gleaming panes of glass between crisscrossing bands of metal, in from which poured light over the captain’s full bunk. Of all the ship so far, the sheets were the cleanest, and there were multiple drawers at the foot of the bed. In the center of the room there was a table with two carved, wooden chairs, sturdy and padded, and upon the table sat a platter with a cluster of full, green grapes, a loaf of cornbread, two boiled and shelled eggs, and a flagon of ale. Two table-settings had been placed, though one of the chairs looked slightly out of place compared to the other one. This was the one that the pirate captain guided the princess to and saw to it that she was comfortable, before taking his own, familiar seat.

    As he listened to her words he plucked a grape and popped it into his mouth. He chewed it as he considered her question, then downed it before answering. “First of all, do not sell yourself short. You are quite the woman, Princess, even by such standards as royalty. I’ve had persons aboard this ship in less dire straits than you found yourself in go to pieces with a pirate crew surrounding them like that, but you kept your head, and now you’re questioning me in my own cabin. Perhaps you’re just arrogant, but I don’t think so. You’re not wrong, I am interested in money, and as I’m not one to kill needlessly, I ask myself a similar question. One thing is certain, I will not be sailing back to Astraya, for obvious reasons. In four days we will make port, at which time we will discover if my crew is as loyal as I believe them to be. News such as yours would be worth your weight in gold, and I do not pay them that much. I expect trouble, from that fact alone.”

    Captain Blackhand nudged the platter of grapes toward her. “And then there’s the trouble of both of us being surprised at your being here. There’ll be at least the navy after us, and likely whoever bungled up your capture in the first place as well, if not alongside. Can you think of any men surrounding your father who might think themselves capable beyond their station, or who’ve shown ambition that was suppressed? Such men might have perpetrated such a thing, and employed such buffoons as would bungle the job as badly as they did. Unless they didn’t in which case I have an enemy more resourceful than I previously reckoned.”

    “But there is another question I am interested in: What will you do now that you are here? You haven’t struck me thus far as one to sulk, and you didn’t deny a quiet wish for the open sea. If you can stand to have fallen in among brigands and ne’er-do-wells, you might find you enjoy life on a ship.” He made a pointed, respectful glance at her outfit, “Though, I don’t suppose you’ll be wanting to be strutting the decks in that for the next four days, and even if you did, I can’t have you looking every bit the princess in the port we’ll be arriving at. Word will be terrible quick without such dazzling finery displayed about a body so fine as yours. The better you hide it, the better you’ll keep it.”

    James reached for one of the eggs, ripped it in half, salted the yolk, then popped one half into his mouth and set the other down on his plate. He glanced away as he chewed, and tried to conjure what he might do with a surprise, stowaway princess. Ransom was out of the question with what he’d pulled in town, and such exchanges were always riskier than he found value in engaging in. Given that he was not going to take her back, he didn’t surmise that her chances of actually getting back to Astraya were terribly high, unless the navy caught up with them. As far as plans went that was a bad one for him, so he didn’t consider it an option. Then there was the issue of her and the tides. He’d heard tell from some of the men aboard the ship who’d been crew on the King’s vessel when he’d found his blushing bride, singing from a rock in the middle of nowhere, a song so beautiful it made ears bleed and men throw themselves into the sea to either get closer or drown out the sound. Pirate elaboration he’d always thought, but then he wasn’t making it up when he’d said the tides never shoved crates across his decks this time of year. Could it be she was something special? And if so, how might he win her loyalty? Surely not with grapes and eggs. He swallowed the food, then paused for a moment before turning his eyes back to hers.

    “Do you want to go back to Astraya, Katarina?”
     
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    Katarina would sit in her chair and quietly stare around the good sized room. She took note that his sheets were clean, much cleaner than she had expected from a pirate. Hearing his chewing of the grape her eyes slowly glanced back at him. Her brow cocking as she looked down at the beautifully colored fruit. As the Captain answered her she found her cheeks become a soft pink. She hadn't expected a compliment, not from this man and not on how she was handling herself. Honestly, Kat wouldn't even be able to agree with him seeing as she had nearly lost it after she was dragged from that crate. As his clarification continued she found him speaking of his crew and the amount of gold she would be fetching. She hated being a royal. Glancing away for a moment until she heard the sliding on the plate. Her eyes came back and a timid hand reached out taking some grapes. One after another she popped into her mouth as he spoke. Her stomach turning as she realized just how hungry she was. The juice spilt over her lips, causing the princess to flinch at the sudden burst. Her eyes however were not looking back at the man before her. In fact she seemed to openly be avoiding his intense gaze.


    The questions about men brought her eyes back to him. Her eyes distant as she recalled what she could. "A sweet, familiar voice. It was a man's and I know his voice well but a couldn't place it. Many men are after my father's throne. He is a cruel man, it would not surprise me if there was more than one. However, I do not know them well enough to name them." She took another grape, actually bothered by her lack of knowledge. The memory of therag finding its way over her nose, the large hand that held it there as she had struggled. This man was someone she knew well enough to know the feel of his hand and yet, she could not pull an image of his face from her memory. It was shadowed over, yet she knew it so well. She grumbled silently as James began again, leaving her thoughts and worries far behind. His question made her back straighten as she looked to him. What was she going to do? Was he really asking her such a thing? What was she to do on a pirate ship? She had never been on a ship. Wait... was she not his prisoner? She found her mind struggling to comprehend what was happening. What was she to this man? A prisoner or was she really just a "gift". That was when he mentioned her clothes. She lifted her head to find his eyes glancing. And though it was just to make a point she couldn't stop the soft pink that crawled to the surface of her cheeks. "...body so fine as yours." That pink became a blushing red as he finished his remark causing her eyes to find somewhere else. Never would she have thought a pirate would find more pleasing ways to compliments her than royals. Yet within minutes of meeting he had made her heart ache more than those royals could have within weeks. Maybe it was just the situation, maybe she wasn't thinking clearly but he was quite smooth with words. "And how might the captain suggest I hide a body like mine? It's not like I came with a change of clothes within the crate." She muttered back as he chewed on his egg. That was when his next question had her eyes wide. What had he just asked her? She blinked back the shock and quickly turned her head as to avoid looking anymore shocked than he had already seen.


    Did she want to go home? She rolled the question around in her mind, an idea she had never once considered. She brought her eyes to look out the glass at the sea. Never once had she even thought about not going home. Most wouldn't have even asked a girl that question. Her heart felt conflicted, but in reality she knew it was just fear of the unknown that had kept her tethered to that castle. She stared at the sea as his question repeated in her head. Should she really answer this? She brought her gaze back to his own. It was as if he could feel her desires, could feel her want to be on the sea. Earlier he had questioned her as well, only now there was no way to avoid it. She parted her lips, however her voice wouldn't come out. Instead she let out a nervous breath before she could answer him. "I don't want to go back. Ever." Her answer was honest as she ever had been. Those sea foam green eyes gazed at him, her heart was racing, but the reason why, was not clear to her.


    Maybe this new idea of being on the sea excited her. She also didn't know why she would tell such a dangerous man, such a dangerous wish. Her heart's desire laid upon the table. Her green eyes looking down at the table, quietly wondering her quiet thoughts.
     
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    James smiled a quiet smile as the juice of the grape dribbled down her chin. She was hungry, hungrier than she knew. The fare didn’t seem to bother her, but there was not much more of it at this quality. It was good that he was putting in harbor soon, or the cook would be threatening them with gruel. Somehow, that seemed like it would never do. He noticed her averted gaze, a show of humility or fear, but neither what he might have expected from a princess. She seemed easily touched, as though his words stroked her inner heart without barrier, and that was when he began to wonder. What did he have here? What really? Business took a backseat as he took in the beautiful woman, and felt his heartbeat where before he had not. Nervous? No, not hardly. Interested? Definitely. But protective? Never of anything but his ship, and ostensibly, his crew. Never before now. He briefly entertained the thought of the ship without her on it, and found that he disliked the thought immediately. Captain Blackhand tapped his finger on the table. Was he going to be taken down by a woman? Maybe. Maybe he’d take her down first.

    Katarina was describing the man's voice: Sweet, and familiar. Known but unplaceable. A courtier of a cruel king. Not much to go on. The sweetness of his voice was perhaps the most telling of the clues. He would have to put in word around the spy mills to see if he could dredge up the name of a sweet-voiced, ambitious man positioned close to the King of Astraya. He set the matter aside, deciding that was all that could be done for the moment. The frustration was evident on Katarina’s face as she struggled to recall her memories, but it faded away when her eyes shot up to his. Curious, this princess of one of the richest and most powerful kingdoms on the coast seemed blindsided by the concept of personal freedom. Not only that, she blushed pink when she noticed the direction of his eyes, then deeply reddened once he’d completed his sentence. He pulled the inside of his lower lip between his teeth as he considered the depth of that blush. His eyes hadn’t left hers when her question met his ears, and a smirk pulled at the corner of his lip as he took the question as an invitation for a more comprehensive appraisal. His next question though, that was the kicker.

    Shock. She was utterly shocked. She tried to hide it, but he had been watching, and saw it bloom over her features from start to finish. He saw the aching, bone-deep, heart-throbbing need to be upon the waters, to have the sea breeze in her hair, to ride upon the waves and surf the tides. He saw her turmoil, hard to miss on a face so expressive as hers, but he also saw her resolution. Nervous or not, she spoke no lie. “Then you should stay here. When we put in to harbor I will be completing a title transfer for a new ship, the likes of which have not been hitherto seen upon these waters, and in that vessel the entire royal fleet will be hard-pressed to keep up with us, much less stand a chance in a fight. Such a thing would not normally be possible, but I met a shipwright of great renown, and his design was impeccable. Dortrath was his name. Remille Dortrath. All he needed were the materials to begin construction, and a captain worth his salt to sail her, both of which I was able to provide.”

    “As for hiding your body, one of the previous passengers was a traveling bard, a thespian of sorts, and taught my first mate a thing or two about costuming. With well-placed wraps, make-up, and the proper cut of clothing, we can keep your identity hidden from cursory inspection, which may even fool a man familiar with you, but I would not bet on that. At the very least, we will not have men baying as hounds as you pass, merely heckling you as a ‘very pretty man.’ That, I think, would be preferable to having you walking the streets as a princess with a price on her head for her living and relatively undamaged return.”

    Captain Blackhand paused to take a drink of his ale, turning his words over in his mind. “There is the matter of bunking you. With due consideration to your present situation, I offer you this option: You may bunk in one of the passenger cabins, and have a semblance of privacy, but there is a reason there are no other women on this ship. I cannot guarantee the treatment of the crew toward you will be so congenial as this, but I’m sure you can manage.” James gestured to the clean sheets of his bed. “Your other option would be to accept my attention and protection, in the which case your security would be assured. That is not a threat, but were that the case, the rougher element of this ship would have to consider walking the plank after being flayed within an inch of their lives for any… excessively untoward behavior.”

    The captain’s eyes grew lidded, and his voice dropped in register as he eyed where she’d licked the juice from her lips. “I would enjoy ‘a body so fine as yours,’ unhidden and bared to the blushing air. You are quite obviously intelligent, and aside from a nasty row of bad luck, reasonably wise. I think you quite capable of making such a decision on your own, but if I were to tip the scales in my favor,” he moved his gaze back to her eyes, “I would admit to a quite devastating curiosity as to just how far down that blush of yours goes.” He watched her quietly for one heartbeat, two, three, then the corner of his lip curled, confident, relaxed and unhurried. “Of course you are free to do as you please, with no reprisal, whatever your choice may be.” He picked up the bunch of grapes left on his plate, then sat up in preparation to stand and leave the cabin. He waited until he was reasonably certain the movement wouldn’t startle her, then stood and went to the cabin door. He stopped with his hand on the handle, then spoke with without looking back. “Katarina. While you are here, do take some time to explore the feelings you have for these waters. If the rumors I’ve heard are anything close to the truth, you may be even more valuable than either of us know. If you’re tired, please feel free to use the accommodations in this room without any bearing on the decision I’ve asked you to make.”

    With that, he opened the door, and strode out onto the deck. Once the door was closed behind him, he raised his voice to shout, “Mr Wiggins, if you please!”

    A calm, stolid voice to his left answered without preamble, “You don’t have to shout, sir. I’m right here.”

    The captain smiled, and fell into the familiarity of a frequent exchange. “Ah, but I love to shout. It makes me feel so in-charge.”

    Mr Wiggins shook his head wearing an indulgent smile. “Yes, of course sir. What are your orders?”

    James took a breath through his nose and the smile faded from his face. “When we make port, please see to discrete inquiries regarding an ambitious man in the royal court of Astraya with a voice a woman would describe as sweet. We need to know who we’re dealing with. I need a name.”

    The first mate nodded agreeably. “As you wish captain. What of our unexpected guest?”

    “Indeed, Mr Wiggins, what of her? I seem to remember your having a more than passing familiarity with the origins of her family.”

    Mr Wiggins placid gaze revealed nothing, and by doing so affirmed the accusation. “Could be that I have, sir. What would you like me to do about it?”

    James appreciated candor and subtly of his first mate. He was not a man to divulge what he knew before verifying his information. “Please make her as comfortable as you can. If and when she emerges, please see to it that she is offered the opportunity to become familiar with the workings of this vessel, and that she remains as safe as possible.”

    “Understood, sir.”

    Captain Blackhand continued, “If any opportunity arises by which we may win her loyalty, I would see it done. She may be the greatest boon to our enterprise to date.”

    “She would certainly be a great boon to a man’s bed, sir.” Mr Wiggins voice was as calm as ever, and there wasn’t so much as a shimmer in his eyes.

    In a voice loud enough for the crew to hear, the captain answered, “Any crewman who acts on such a thought will be treated as a thief aboard this vessel, as per their signing agreement.”

    “So she is booty, then?” The first mate pressed in their previous speaking volume.

    “No, Mr Wiggins, she is a person. She will be treated as such.”

    “You always have had a soft spot for women, sir.”

    James paused at that. “Or perhaps they’ve always had a ‘soft spot’ for me, Mr Wiggins.”

    Mr Wiggins cracked a grin. “Of course, sir. Will she be passenger or crew aboard this vessel?”

    The captain met his first mate’s eyes. “That is up to her.”

    Mr Wiggins smiled and nodded approvingly. “Very good, sir.” A note of relief crossed the man’s features. “I set the table for her mother and father too, sir. They never used it.” Something next to shame and much closer to anger flared in his voice.

    James grit his teeth, pulsed his jaw, and for the briefest instant disgust flashed in the scrunching of the captain's nose. Then it passed, and the captain was appraising his first mate. “How did I ever find you, Mr Wiggins?”

    Pride gleamed in the man’s eyes. “You didn’t, sir. I found you.”

    Before the captain could respond, Smith's brash voice called down from the crow’s nest. “Oy, Cap’n! As touching as that lovely show of emotion and sent’mental’ty is, you’ll be wanting to look over the starboard bow with some ‘aste in your shivery timbers!”

    Captain Blackhand glanced to the crow’s nest as he opened his upturned hand to Mr Wiggins. Mr Wiggins produced a telescoping spyglass, and the captain used it to peer out off the starboard bow. Sure enough, a ship was approaching, headed toward Astraya. The captain lowered the spyglass and squinted. Blast, the captain thought, if that ship reported the presence of their vessel to the Astrayan ships in pursuit, they might have less time than the captain had planned. “Ideas, Mr Wiggins.”

    The first mate began rattling off possible cover stories. “Passenger transports gone belly up. Merchant ship returning from delivered cargo headed to receive payment. Pirate ship carrying a kidnapped princess with an entire navy hot on its sails.”

    “Thank you, Mr Wiggins.” James collapsed the spyglass, handed it back to his first mate, then turned back to open the door to his cabin. Without looking inside, he called out to Katarina, “We have possible trouble on the horizon, Princess. Unless you are in a terrible hurry to get off of this ship, please stay inside this cabin for the duration of the exchange.” Then he closed the door, straightened his vest, donned his ridiculous, indispensable hat, feather and all, and set to pacing the deck as he watched the approaching ship.
     
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    Katarina wasn't sure why she had been honest, but more surprising to the bewildered Princess was his statement for her to stay. She blinked a bit as the shock in her eyes didn't change. She looked at him as he mouth seemed to become dry and his eyes, his voice, they never once faltered. He was calm, and his focus was on her. For what reason he would suddenly want a female on board, let alone a princess who would bring troubles. With the price on her from both her father and the man who had stolen her. She shifted in her seat as she looked at the captain. Then the name Dortrath left his lips. She eyed him carefully as she pondered why she knew the name. She couldn't place it, but she'd take the man's word. Though taking a pirates words and trusting them was foolish. Still she sat there and she trusted the man, for now. As he spoke of the ship she slowly began to understand why he evaded capture. He switched his ships, he was always thinking ahead. Unfortunately some places wouldn't be easy. She leaned back as the idea of becoming a member on this ship floated around her head. She'd go from pampered, sheltered princess to a pirate allowed to learn about the world.

    When he began to speak about her body so freely her face flushed again, deeper. His praise was odd, and it caught her off guard to have this man to speak so freely. Unknown to her his blunt admiration was not even close to done. She was trying to process how she would pretend to be a mam when he brought up where she was to sleep. She watched him now, a shy look taking over her eyes. His first option was seeming quite pleasant when he suddenly gestured to his bed. She froze, her back straightened and that red ran down onto her chest and up into her ears. Kat was staring at him, not able to respond as he continued. His confidence, the way he spoke about wanting to see her. She felt her voice crack. "C-Captain..." she was flustered and hearing him speak in such a way, speaking about seeing the blush. Kat felt exposed and her eyes dropped and her hands dropped to her lap. She pressed herself into her seat. Her breaths staggered unevenly as she tried to calm herself. He changed the subject telling her she was under no pressure. There was still a pressure in her chest, despite it. He stood and left the table and she lifted her eyes and watched him. Staring at his back as he spoke she gave a nod that he couldn't even see. When he left the room she gripped her chest and took a deep breath when it hit her. What rumors? She quickly stood from the table and made her way to the door. Grabbing the handle she paused. Did she really want to trust him? Her hesitation left her cracking the door just to own through the crack to see the two men in front of it exchanging words. Her nosy nature took hold and she sunk down listening intently on the conversation the two men were now having. They were speaking about her? Katarina wanted to hear it though she only hoped that they wouldn't notice her listening. Kat found herself surprised when her family was mentioned, and curiosity kept her listening ever more keen only to find her face redeem once more at the comment of a bed. She found her reactions childish but what was one to do about it. She had no control over the aching sting in her cheeks or the pounding in her heart when she imagined the captain approaching her like that. She let out a soft hiss of air as she cleared her thoughts. Catching bits and parts until the part about her parents. A sinking feeling took hold of her heart and she stopped listening. The ache she now felt worse as she clench her chest. She knew her father was a cruel and selfish man but your hear about that made her sick. Kat hated her father, it only grew with the more she learned about him. Her mother was an angel, her father a demon.

    She felt a tear slide down her cheek, her fer fingers coming up and wiping it away as she closed the door and moved to James closet. Opening the door she looked over his clothing and glanced to his bed. Become his and she'd be protected, she could be on the sea as she had always dreamed. Her fingers ran over the fabric and she pulled out one of the coats, a shirt and pants. She laid them out on the bed, her fingers caressing the fabric. Looking back she wandered over and grabbed hold of another shirt bringing the sleeve up to her nose. The salty sea breeze mixed with a manly musk. She took a deep breath and ran her thumb over the seem. This man certainly smelt good. Looking through his things she found bandages and walked back to the bed. Eyeing his clothes before she heard the click of the door. She quickly shed the dress, wrapping her breasts she shuffled into the captain's cloths. A few tweaks, twists and knots made it for her enough she didn't look ridiculous. A few belts and leather straps brought the look together. She tied her brilliant hair back and grabbed a cloth wrapping it around her head. She certainly didn't look similar.

    As Kat made her outfit the ship was finally close enough the two captains could see one another. The man on the other ship was rugged and his crew seemed the same. His grey locks flowed in the wind gently from under his hat. He smiled at the other captain. "Where ye comin' from? I hear Astraya is the closest port, any good trade there?" He called out and awaited a response.
     
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  11. Deviance

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    Mr Wiggins watched the captain stride across the deck, raising his voice again to continue shouting orders, then glanced down at the crack in the door that the captain hadn’t noticed. So, he thought, this little one has a talent. He smiled. He was glad he got a do-over to do right by the woman the king had kidnapped and repeatedly raped, but he was even more glad that her daughter wasn’t one to roll over in any situation. He could think of little else that she could have done to understand her situation than listen in to the conversation he’d just had with the captain. It didn’t appear that the captain had noticed, but then the captain wasn’t one to give away such things. James Montague, son of the man that had dragged Mr Wiggins’ own sorry ass out of the drink when he’d been thrown overboard in a storm, was a crafty man. Blackhand didn’t know Mr Wiggins owed his family a debt of gratitude, but he’d never asked. He’d simply noted the true loyalty in the man’s eyes, and took it for granted that Mr Wiggins would always have his back.

    “Hail, and well-met, good sailor,” the captain shouted back at the other ship. “Alas, I’ve heard tell of unrest in Astraya, something about the ‘damned king getting what he deserves.’ How come you to have only ‘heard’ of Astraya? Have you no map aboard?”

    Mr Wiggins turned to the captains quarters, turning his back on the conversation the captain was having, and knocked on the door, then cracked it open. “Miss Katarina, begging your pardon, I am entering the cabin.” He pushed the door open, then went inside, paying more attention to closing the door behind him, then turned to look at the princess. At first, he was confused; he could have sword the captain was on deck. Then he threw his head back and laughed. Recovering, he nodded his head in approval. “Yes, princess, I do believe that will do.” Then a thought struck him. “Miss Katarina, if you go on deck dressed like that, you’ll have the captain’s heart in his throat and his jaw between his toes.” Then the list of possible cover stories grew by one in his mind. “Actually… that would be perfect. Forgive me my assumptions miss, but it appears as though you’ll be taking the captain up on his offer.” He waved his hand in dismissal. “Not that I heard it, but I know the man. If that is the case, I suggest you go out on deck, wrap your arms around his neck, kiss him, and tell him you’re looking forward to the honeymoon, in whichever words you prefer. That will get him out of the bind we’re in.”

    He looked her up and down, then stepped forward to help her fix part of the outfit that was… creative rather than strictly correct. He dropped his voice as he was closer to her, and explained his idea. “You see, Katarina, I am certain this ship crossing our path will be taken in soon after meeting us by the royal navy, and they will be interrogated as their ship is searched, looking for you. We need to give them a story to tell so when they are beaten within an inch of their lives, the information the navy gets points anywhere but at us. A couple of starry-eyed lovers is exactly the opposite of what would be expected of a kidnapping, and,” Mr Wiggins moved his eyes to hers, “Seeing you in his clothes, approaching him, and kissing him will have James blushing from head to toe. He won’t have to act. He does better when he’s not pretending.”

    Then Mr Wiggins moved behind her to tighten the shirt she was wearing and strap it down. He noticed the bandages in the process and murmured his understanding, but still tightened the shirt until it was fitting more like a corset, then went to James’ closet, and moved the extra coats out of the way until he found the one he was looking for. He pulled it out, then helped Katarina into it. “This one is his favorite, and it looks marvelous on you.” Then he paused to search for words. “Katarina, we don’t have much more time, the captain needs his diversion very soon, but I was there when your father captured your mother.” He heard knuckled popping, and vaguely realized they were his. He loosened his fists, then continued. “I owe her a debt, and I am hoping to pay it back to you. Now, go! Go knock his socks off, and if it comes up, we’re going to Iron Tooth Port for your ‘honeymoon.’”

    Mr Wiggins opened the door, and ushered Katarina through it.

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  12. MintyMinx

    MintyMinx The Most Tasteful Mint. Member

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    Katarina was fixing the blouse when the click of the door caught her attention. Her head lifted slowly, nervously, her eyes locked onto the back of Mr.Wiggins back. She hadn't expected him to enter the Captain's cabin. He was polite and kind and for a pirate. She glanced over him as she gained her composure trying to keep her emotions from overwhelming her. She took a deep breath and straightened her back as the older man turned around and his eyes fell on her. She was dressed in the Captain's clothes, not something most women would dare do, touch a captain's clothes. Not many woman would dare that. However in Kat's mind she needed to look like something other than a princess. She readjusted as Wiggins suddenly laughed and a deep blush took hold of her cheeks. "It'll do?" she let out a soft laugh with a hint of her nerves when he suddenly spoke of her walking out on the deck. She blinked as he made his way toward her. "Y-you want me to go out there?" She glanced at him with a slight panic. She didn't want to go home, she wanted to stay. The fact that Mr.Wiggins could see it plain as day made her uncomfortable. Why could people see through her so easily? As he spoke of what he wanted her to do she was seconds away from questioning him. That was when he spoke of them being in a bind. "I don't want to go back." She whispered her confession to the older man, her heart was now pounding as she thought of the nightmare she'd have to go back to.

    When Wiggins spoke of making the Captain blush she couldn't help but giggle a bit. She was almost excited to make this man blush, revenge for the emotional roller coaster he had put her through so far within less than 24 hours. Then again this also was her freedom, this was what she needed to be free from it all. As Wiggin's helped her with her outfit she gasped at the tightening but tolerated it. She then looked over the jacket he slipped on. She looked down to the colorful Jacket. Her hair was tied back, maybe that wasn't best now. Pulling upon the tie she let it drop and the beautiful wavy locks fell back down beneath the large hat she now wore. She looked over Mr.Wiggins and smiled. "Wiggins. I refuse to go home." She breathed out softly. As she was pushed through that door she paused and looked to where the Captain was and she locked her eyes on him what she wasn't aware of was the way the other captain looked at her as she caught his eye.

    The older man who stood on his ship listening to James. However as he stood there, there was something calculating and dangerous in his eyes as he watched how the other Captain. He grinned wide showing rather clean teeth compared to his appearance. "Well, I usually sail in different waters. Can you not hear the accent?" He called back and that is when James would notice a woman behind him. Her skin was dark, her eyes clouded and yet she walked as if she could see. Her dreads were decorated with beads and it was as if she was looking through James' soul. She stood a few feet behind the Captain when suddenly the old man's smile faded and His eyes locked upon the beauty who now strode across the floor.

    Kat was nervous but once she had left the safety of the cabin. Walking across the wood of the ship floor as she finally made it to James. Her heart was pounding against her chest as she wrapped her arms around James. Her lips pressed to the corner of his mouth, and there was a soft hum in her voice as she began to speak. "Why did you run off so soon? Are we close to Iron Tooth Port yet?" She spoke the last part louder, to make a point as Wiggins had wished. Her arms were wrapped tightly around him. Nuzzling her face into his neck and whispered into his ear. "I will take you up on your offer, James." She kissed the lobe of his ear.

    The captain on the other side suddenly smiled again. "Looks as if I am interrupting, I apologize. We shall be on our way." He called back to his crew but not before he watched Kat pull away from James and caught a glimpse of her face. He looked to the woman behind him. All Kat saw was her nod and then her lips parted, just enough that Kat caught it. However the sound that Kat heard was unlike anything that had ever laid on her ears. She couldn't help but suddenly hold her breath. Her hand gripped onto James pants beneath his coat as she tried to hold her composure. A dizzy spell taking hold of her as she again buried her face Into James' neck. What was this sound? The Old Captain on the other deck noticed her slight falter as he moved on. THis was not the last they'd see of him, but first on to Astraya.
     
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