Thread: Girls Can't Be Pirates {TortoiseShell & Fate}

It was the end. A single mistake cost lives of those proudly bearing the title 'pirates'. The worst part of it was her fault - she had gotten too cocky, too sure of herself. Desiree D'Aether, the seven seas' most feared pirate and unknowingly to all but her crew a woman, was about to hear the sound of her snapping neck. She was one of those who hung at the port for days, until crows pecked away all of the soft flesh and the body was released. Frustration washed over her in a hot wave. She was better than any of these men, no matter what size. Through her entire life she pursued a single goal - to be free of men, of the oppression and of course to rule. She was a great ruler, at that. Men respected her despite her sex, entrusting their lives into the delicate, soft fingers. The girl had a back-up plan, yet wasn't certain how well it would work. Of course the time spent in the stuffy cell would give her quite some time to plan and think. She pondered about it, completely dismissing the rest of the world. If she were to be locked in a shut cell, without bars, things risked getting quite complicated. Otherwise, it would be fairly easy, it wasn't the first time she would escape from prison. She looked around at the large men surrounding her and couldn't help but sigh. Not a single one of the guards suspected that she was a woman - something she had quite a hard time believing. She was both blessed and cursed with good looks. Her mother was a Spanish lady, her father a British merchant giving her quite a set of genes. Her eyes were a mix of green and blue, large and of almond shape with thick dark eyelashes surrounding them. Those eyes could make a man cover in fear, yet they were also a source of infinite passion - love for freedom, for piracy and for her crew. Her face was small and delicate, with lightly tanned skin, plump pink lips and high cheekbones. Her hair was long and wavy, falling down to her waist if it hadn't been hidden underneath the Captain head she wore. It was, however, her body that was the hardest to pass off for a man's one. While certain boys had feminine faces, she has never met a single one to possess her slim legs, shapely hips, round firm rear, a bee's waist that did not require a corset's assistance and, most of all, a pair of large, soft breasts. Every day she tortured her chest by wrapping bandages around it, holding the breasts back to create an illusion of pecks. Her clothes were fairly androgynous - black loose pants, high leather boots, a loose man's dress shirt and a trench coat over them to disguise her backside. For a moment, she wondered if it was not the best time to discover her gender. It would create quite a mess on the ship. With her appearance uncovered most lonely males would likely try to have a pass at her - something that annoying Navy puppy would have a hard time controlling. Not to mention the glory...She shook it off. No, she would uncover the truth when it would enter her into history - right before the knot was wrapped around her neck. She could picture those faces, frozen in shock. It was almost worth dying for. Suddenly, there was stirring on the ship's deck, the male emerging for it. She chuckled openly as she saw his feeble attempts at seeming manly. Handsome little boy managed to place her crew under arrest, what a shame on her fearsome name. Hearing them talk about her as though she was a male, she snickered softly once again. Finally, she found herself facing the male, a defiant, toothy grin spreading along her lips to uncover her oddly good looking smile. Her men looked at her as though she could kill with words, expecting the woman to hold her head high unlike most pirates taken into custody. Mhm...yes, she nodded, her voice thick with a british accent and seemingly that of a young male. Leaning over so only he could hear, she paused when her lips were next to his ear. Come by my cell later, puppy, she whispered in her sultry, husky voice that was unmistakingly female. At that, she pulled back with a satisfied expression, falling silent.