Thread: Pirate's Life For Me (Closed for Raziel99)

Damn, he's really going to cut me throat! She thought as he pulled the sword's edge even deeper into her skin. Holding her breath, she wanted more than anything to retaliate, this not having been the first time she had been under the control of the sword. Still, she knew how to bide her time and how to do it well. However, the crew members were giving her a little bit of hope. Even if the captain wasn't going to buy her hogwash, some of them were. This, more than anything, prompted her to stay on her best behavior in their presence. She had a devious mind that knew how to twist weak men to do her bidding. Perhaps she could find one among the men who had lowered their weapons, if only by a fraction. Still, she didn't dare hope for such as result as she watched his men kicking her weapons overboard. This gave her heart a great pain as she realized that they truly had been outwitted and were doomed for the time being. Though she didn't like making some of a her crew member's last moments more unpleasant, she still had a helpless damsel in distress image to upkeep, No!!! She had cried out desperately, pushing her neck lightly against the sword as she began a fake, weak, struggle. She noticed with satisfaction the weapons lowering just a little bit more. The truth was, she didn't care what happened to her crew and quite frankly neither did they. Every one of them knew the consequences that combined so nicely with the benefits of being a pirate. However, before she was dragged away, she gave her first mate a smile that told him he was free to do as he saw fit. She knew they would fight the British men with their bare hands until the very end. After all, when one has no money, no food, and no more freedom, then one has nothing else to lose. As for the ship? Easy come, easy go. She had taken it from a lackluster crew a few days ago and it hadn't even cost any lives, on her side at least. She grinned with satisfaction as she heard an angry roar followed by gunshots, Bye mates She whispered. Rayleigh had to admit, she didn't find being drawn up quite so comfortable. Already, she was trying to get a feel for this mechanism that had her hoisted in the air so that she could figure a way out. Hey! I liked that knife! She yelled at him as he threw it out of the window. She had carved the hilt of the knife in the shape of a mermaid when she was a child. It was rather pathetic attempt at carpentry, but still, it had been with her since she began pirating all those years ago. No longer needing to care what she said or how she said it, she simply grinned at him gaily and replied, Ain't got one. Wasn't give one. Not one your whore of a Queen would recognize anyway. Admiral Henry Blake commander of the Excalibur. A fine ship, though I must say that the captain's quarter's are a bit smaller than I had imagined. She made it clear that she knew who he was almost immediately for two reasons. First, she wanted it made clear that she was not some illiterate heathen who hadn't been smart enough to read the ship records and maps she had found on previous war and merchant ships. And second, it gave her a sense of pride and giddiness that she knew his name and yet he had no idea who she was.