Thread: The Virgin Prize [Prince & LingeringDesire]

The captain screamed profanities outside his room at his men, the whole crew it seemed rushed about while Emme woke to turmoil. She rubbed her blue eyes slowly and wondered what was going on. She pulled open the door to the captains quarters after pulling on her robe. Good morning... The door was jerked out of her grip and slammed in her face by one of the two guards watching her. Huffing indignantly she jerked it open and pushed in front of it, Just because your morning... She trailed off watching the men scurry about and preparing. For what, she didn't know. Glancing at the men, they ignored her. what's going on? She watched with alert curiosity as the seamen loaded a canon and fired. The sound causing her hands to lift and cover her ears. The captain rounded the bend and screamed, What is she doing out here... lock her in there... tell her to hide. Glaring at the marines he pushed forward and shoved her back in the room while clicking his tongue. Hide my lady, and may god save you! With that he pushed her in and then slammed the door. She fell back onto her rump, flailing. No... Captain! CLICK. The door locked into place and she heard him giving more orders. What were they hiding from? Curious, Emmeline swung open the small shutter on the side. The large boat that greeted her vision caused her breath to catch. Flying overhead... The jolly roger... She whispered to herself at the crimson flag that fluttered in the early morning sea breeze. She slammed the shutter closed and promptly mused the bed and stuffed it so it looked like someone was beneath the covers. She locked all the shutters and pulled the curtains to darken the interior, it was still early but getting lighter. Emme tucked herself away in the tall wardrobe full of frilly clothing and waited. -- Emmeline Louise Fortner, Emme to her friends, stood at a modest 5 feet 7 inches in height. Her long dark hair was normally curled and typically pinned back, today it hung loose. She was the daughter of the appointed governor of, what he called hell. All she knew was that her father was wealthy and he did as he was told, their home was now in the Caribbean. She was coming home after a summer with her cousins in Charleston. A girl had to be seen if she was to be married off, the proposals and propositions had come pouring in. This had been her routine of the past two summers, before her father had chosen a man that complimented his daughter and made him even richer. Charles WInthrop the third. She'd met him once and wasn't impressed, but they had been children, now he was supposedly a man. This would be her last time in the Caribbean and she meant to make the most of it before her spring wedding. Her chaperone and mother became ill on the day they were to leave so she was sent alone on the ship with the two guards, her mother and chaperone, a close family friend, would be arriving later on before fall had fully hit. So here she was, on a boat full of men and they were under attack. -- Her heart raced as the fighting silenced, random shouts and curses could be heard as the men were interrogated. She knew they had been captured or the pirates ran off, she wasn't sure but she stayed put. Thick heavy steps could be heard before the door to the room, she pulled the doors closed a bit more on the wardrobe and covered herself with the clothing. clamping a hand over her mouth as the door burst open, her body began to quake and her nerves caused her to fidget. A deep voice spoke softly about a delicious prize, her heart thundered and she remained quiet in her little cage. From her spot she could watch him walk around the dark bed, she clamped her eyes shut while he searched. His footfalls were heavy While he searched along the back wall she crept out of the wardrobe and slid under the bed. He'd already checked there, so it was safe. She lay flat on her stomach under the bolted down bed. The only problem was in her haste she didn't close the doors of the wardrobe. A precarious rock caused the doors she held to creak open loudly. Holding her breath she lay there, his steps vibrating her stomach against the floorboards. A loud thump of his boot right next to her head caused her to panic. However, in the next instant she heard loud cries coming from below, they'd found her father's money, the strong drinks and the trunks of dresses. Closing her eyes tightly shut she sent up silent prayers that the cries of the crew would pull him from his own monumental discoveries. One could hope, right?