Thread: A Change in Guard (AE x LittleBear)

The ship groaned beneath her feet as the gentle waves rocked it like a sleeping babe, her eyes on the distant shore that was steadily approaching. A conversation had kept her awake half the night, her eyes sapphire eyes narrowed at the shores of their next port. Her back was stiff from the position she sat in, but it was the only position where she couldn't hear the moaning of their captives. They're people, Narinye! She heard a voice insist in the back of her mind again and she narrowed her eyes again, shaking the thought from her head. The things below deck weren't people. They were livestock, bred like dogs to be sold like cattle. The slave trade had kept her ship on the seas and her coin purse stuffed with gold, her pride swelling greater than that of the others. Previously, she'd been a starving child and she had vowed then she would never grow hungry again. Narinye had spent her childhood on the streets, surviving from scraps that she could steal and resorting to things that even dogs wouldn't. Her belly had been forever empty and but her will was stronger than any man's. Before her tits could sprout she'd hopped aboard a ship and left for the sea, hair cropped short as if she were a young man in search of his fate on the sea. Puberty hit her like a stone and she was lucky enough to escape before the depravity of man had set in. On her new adventure, she'd quickly become known for her cold demeanor and blunt attitude. There was no grey area if it meant she could go hungry again. it was a promise to herself that she would never suffer an empty belly or ragged cloth on her skin again. She was better than that. Her wit was enough to get her into the trade of a pirate, her hands swift and her spine as rigid as steel. Her name was to be feared among the captains, a woman as hard as stone but as tempting as the sea itself. She was everything a woman should be -- full of the fires of battle and the intelligence of a fox. Narinye was a deft foe. And so, she found herself unable to resist the temptation of slave trade. It was quick cash at the expense of others. And really, who cared about these damned souls anyway? They looked much like her, their skin as dark as the night sky but their eyes were haunted. They reminded her too much of her own mother, a Jamaican whore that had tried to swindle her English father into a marriage. The bitch had been a fool to think that a babe would sway a heart as cold as his. She'd been doubly a fool for abandoning someone such as herself. She'd paid with her life. But still, the anger remained until it turned her heart cold towards these people. She sneered at their cries in the night and turned her head from their suffering. They thought this was bad? They didn't know what hunger was yet. They didn't know pain until they'd felt a red-hot poker against their skin as punishment for stealing bread to survive to the next day. This same arrogance carried over to her dealings with other captains, one in particular a thorn in her side over her haughty nature. Fate had an odd way of working things out and it made her smile to see a pretty and familiar face chained at the slave stalls by the docks, her eager feet taking her from deck to land without so much as a missed step. There were times when she knew that fate was pushing her in a direction - such as the first time she'd boarded a ship and the first time she'd felt the kiss of another woman.. This was another push. She stood triumphant before the once proud captain with her hands on her hips, sneering down at her. Congrats, captain . Welcome to the Black Ann. Her voice was dark with amusement, her bronzed hand grasping the chains that held Sara to tug them in, the voice rinigng in her head again. They're people . Anger swelled and she grasped a handful of Sara's hair, dragging her in almost as if she were to kiss her. Narinye's lips did brush Sara's gently, though the touch was anything but romantic, Kiss my boots, cunt.