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A Nautical Captivity (Me and TheDarkerMe)

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Gabriel sighed as dusk approached on the high seas. It was a wonderful evening on the Blak Bark, the cool breeze helping out with the warm summer air, blowing his brown hair that fell below his tricorn hat. It had been over a year since he'd cut his hair, yet it was not straggly. Such was life at sea. He had been at sea for fourteen months now, with only a few momentary stops on land for supplies or trading. At twenty-six years old, he was young to be a ship's captain, but he had started young, at only sixteen years of age, and quickly worked his way up. He'd fought in many battles, lost many a friend at sea, and amassed and wasted away great riches.

He had many loyal companions on board, yet was lonely after so much travel. He'd had a girl at port a couple of years back, but she just wouldn't wait for him while he was gone so long. He handled his sword for a moment, his green eyes deep in thought. After a few moments he placed the sword back into it sheath on his long, loose pants. William was taller than most of his companions, at 6'3", and well built. It was a look which made it easy for him to be obeyed as the captain, even though younger than some members of his loyal crew.

As he leaned onto the deck rail, he gazed out at the calm sea, looking for nothing in particular, but started at the sight of a speck on the horizon. It was, of course, the job of the boy in the crow's nest to watch for this type of thing, but a gaze in that direction told Gabriel that the boy was sleeping up there. "After that!" he shouted, pointing into the horizon. Several minutes of sprinting at full speed through the calm tide told him it was a merchant ship, the most prized target of a sailor of Gabriel's breed. "Full speed ahead," he barked. "Set an intercept course towards it!" He knew that the Blak Bark would quickly outrun any merchant ship, and his crew of skilled fighters would likely make quick work of its crew, no matter how much muscle they had hired to protect their precious cargo. The thundering echo of cannon fire broke the peace of the late afternoon, as his men let the heavy artillery fly at the steadily nearing merchant vessel. "Prepare to lay the gang planks and board!" came the booming order.
 
Lailah growled at those around her. They where so crowded and lacked the intelligence to realize that the approaching ship was coming to kill them. Her had been a Captain of Her Royal Majesties Navy. Meaning Lailah knew a lot about living on the sees. Bloody Hell she had lived there for most of her life. Born one of a pair of twins to her parents, her twin brother Uriel had passed away a few years back.

Her father believed in equality and had raised his two children to live life equally. As they where like two sides of one coin. He was not a believer of the one god like his own father had been, but instead a believer of the Pagan religion like his mother. He believed there was a balance to all things, including raising children. Lailah had taken on the role of her brother after his death.

She was twenty now, and looked like the young male she pretended to be. Standing at Five feet and six inches, she was taller then most women. With a slim athletic flame and a shock of bright red hair. Messily scraped back in a ponytail. Her eyes where soft and almost dark brown in color. Accenting her obviously feminine features. But she had enough masculinity to her to hide the fact she was indeed a girl. Unbound her chest was a nice handful. But bound it was as flat as a mans.

She ran towards where she kept her blade. A simple crewmember, she still knew where her duties lied. Protecting the greatest of all their cargo, which was a chest of valuables in route to the Mainland.
 
Musket fire erupted through the air as the Blak Bark drew closer to its target. As pellets of gunfire rattled the decks of both ships, Gabriel took cover beneath the fortification of the ship's outer wall, like many of his men. Once it was close enough, the first pirates repelled down on ropes from the mast to the target ship's deck, defending a clearing which allowed more of Gabriel's crew to lay down the boarding planks between the two ships and invade en masse. Gabriel's style was not one of tactical command only; he led the charge across the planks, sword drawn.

He ducked to avoid the wild swing of a large man's sword, before rising up and pulling a dagger from his boot simultaneously, stabbing the man in the stomach, and nudging him overboard with a push of the foot. He turned his attention next to what appeared to be a ruddy haired boy, who appeared to have quite a fierceness in his eyes, considering the size difference between he and Gabriel. "Surrender, boy," he called out, taking a halfhearted swing in his direction. "Give up the cargo," he shouted, "and perhaps your mother won't lose her baby boy," he added, a bit sarcastically.
 
Lailah stood her ground and put her blade into a defensive gesture. Her body turned to utilize her small size to it's best advantage. "You will not get this cargo, lest you go through me!" She exclaimed as she threw back her head, eyes glaring at the man that had come. He was huge, more so then most men she knew. But he wasn't bulky like a lot of men where when they worked on boats.

"This 'ere is for the queen. You shan't be getting any of it!" She exclaimed as she parried his blow, and twirled her blade around his making for a slash on his shoulder. She had learned her sword work beneath her father well. She stepped back, putting one hand in the small of her back and held her arm up ready to parry and attack again.
 
As she demonstrated her ability with the sword by her skilled footwork and thrust and parry technique, Gabriel quickly realized that 'he' was not someone to be taken lightly. 'His' ability matched his brash confidence. Gabriel held his sword upright and quickly wiped some sweat off his brow with his free hand. There was something unusual, soft, about this boy's features, he thought to himself. But this was no time to analyze such peculiarities. "We'll see if you can back up your claim, boy," he said with a smile, glancing around quickly at the progress being made by his shipmates in battle.

He winced in pain once she struck his shoulder, but quickly regained composure, and after a moment of deadlock, their eyes focused on each others, he launched into another attack. He struck high, low, left and right. "That cargo will all be mine soon," he grunted, "and you'll be sorry you made such a futile attempt to defend it!" With that, he detected a momentary lapse on his oppoenent's part, and whipped his weapon horizontally across her midsection, almost landing the fatal blow, but the tip of his sword only reaching as far as her garment, tearing it across her, but appearing to leave little or no wound behind.
 
"Do not call me boy! I am twenty summers of age." She said as she shifted to the side a little and readied herself for his next attack. She stayed still and as calm as she could, through her heart was trying to rip itself from her chest and run away. She shifted just a little on her feet as he attacked again. She parried the blow, twisted and caught his other, and then the next. She slipped a little on the water that was on the floor, bowing back a little as she saw his blade coming again.

It slashed over her clothing, and went right through her shirt to her chest bindings. Snatching them and destroying them with a rip that filled her ears. "Bloody Hell" She cursed beneath her breath as she shifted back, the wind brushing against her now slightly bare chest. "Cat is outta the bag, mate." She said as she twisted and started a flurry of rapid and quick slashes. Keeping herself to an almost figure '8' pattern with her blade.
 
Once his slash rent her clothing in two, he gawked in shock for a moment. It was a woman fighting with him, not a man, this made evident beyond a doubt by the ample cleavage pouring out of now torn fabric, which was originally bound tightly around her chest. A number of confused thoughts ran through his mind. Firstly, that a woman had held her own against him in a battle of steel. Secondly, that he hadn't laid eyes on a woman in over a month. And even dressed as a boy, this one was quite charming, with her deep brown eyes, and red ponytail, not to mention the smooth, milky cleavage. "I certainly won't call you a boy from now on, milady!" he exclaimed, transitioning into a defensive maneuver, warding off her rapid swings.

He glanced quickly to the side, seeing that most of the crew of the ship had already been subdued by his men. Three of them, not wanting to see their captain at any needless risk, approached and encircled the two of them. It clearly was hopeless for Lailah. He backed up a couple of steps, holding his sword straight out towards her. "Looks like the game is up, wench," he tried to say confidently, although quite ashamed that he had been unable to subdue this girl in front of his shipmates.
 
Lailah smirked faintly as she shifted back. He had learned her secret, so had the rest of her crew. But she could still do something that would piss him off, and his men. She wouldn't let the cargo get into his hands. If the Queen couldn't get it, no one would. She shifted and spun, his men where around her and so was he, but that still gave her time to do as she would.

She spun rapidly dropping to her hands and knees, drawing both knees to her her chest. Her feet solidly connected with the small chest, skittering it across the floor and through anything that may inhibit it from it's path. Due to the momentum and the wet ship deck, it slid right off as she had intended. A feral grin playing across her features as she smirked back at the pirate. "Told you, that ye wouldn't get it."
 
Just as it looked like this girl was finally going to have to swallow her pride and give in, her feet struck the box before anyone could do something about it. Everyone knew the value of what it contained, and one of Gabriel's crew immediately dove into the cold water to try to save it, but Gabriel knew the chest, with its heavy contents, would sink like a rock the hundreds of fathoms to the bottom of the sea. A few moments later, the man came up with a gasp, empty handed.

"Do you know what you've done?" he roared at the smirking girl on her hands and knees before him. "You'll live to regret this" he said, stooping down, tossing her sword away from her, and grasping both of her shoulders tightly. Were it a man, he would have struck her in the face immediately. Even though by her own act of disguising herself, she asked for no more compassion than a man would receive, he held back from hitting or slapping her, as it didn't feel right. He pushed her over onto her back, holding her down with a foot on her stomach, although he wasn't sure what else she might be able to do. "Get all these scoundrels into the hold on our ship," he ordered, "and then scuttle this one. Bind up this girl hand and foot, and blindfold her. I have half a mind to leave her tied up right here on the deck while it sinks for what she's done!"


((Nice move!!))
 
Lailah just smirked, like the cat that ate the canary. Her lips curling up as she remained where and as she was. She knew the rest of her crewmates where shocked at the discovery. 'Uriel's a girl'. The whispers started to circulate, but the girl just continued to grin. She waited to be hit, but the man didn't have it in him. "Coward..." She stated in a taunting voice. She was pushed back and she resisted the urge to make a fool of him infront of his men. "Can't even get a chest from a woman." She taunted as she lay there.

"Yes tie me up, hand and foot. Show your men how much of a threat you think I am." She teased as she looked towards her crewmates. Her captain, though shocked she was a female, had the proudest look she had ever seen. His mouth worked forming a good job. Though the treasure wouldn't reach the Queen, it would not reach the hands of the Pirates. What she had done was save and lose it. But it was better then pirates getting it.
 
Gabriel laughed out loud at her brazenness. "Watch what you wish for, you tart," he warned. "You're just giving me more ideas as far as what I might do with you. Perhaps I could recover some of my money you just lost by selling you into slavery at the next port." As the men tied her up, he looked on with approval. He grabbed the tight sailor's knot around her wrists and pulled it up roughly, forcing her to her knees. "Or, I have a whole ship full of men who haven't been near a woman's twat in months. I could lock you below deck with a few of them for a while. I won't even want to know what happened."

He let go of the rope, so that the bound girl dropped to the deck. "Clear this ship of everything except her," he ordered. His men walked the crew of the captured merchant ship across the planks, leading them into two large holds below beck on the Blak Bark, about half in each hold. The other ship was now empty except for Lailah. "Light it on fire," he ordered two men.
 
Lailah growled at him as he spoke, rolling her eyes faintly. As soon as she was tied up her mind already began to work. There where things she could do. He spoke of all the things he could do, and she just rolled her eyes. She wouldn't sell for very much, what with her lack of figure and inability to do anything a woman could, properly. They'd have to tie her up and hold her down to get anywhere near her twat. she was dropped to the deck and looked up at him, her lips quirked in a smirk.

As he spoke to his men about lighting the ship on fire she took a deep breath. "Yes light the ship on fire. If I die I'll haunt you for the rest of your life! I'll make so you never have a decent haul ever again!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. Everyone knew a death curse on the open seas was a major thing. "May Morrigan never come to retrieve you, and may you never reach the summerlands. If my death stains your hands, may these come to pass! So shall I wish it, shall mote it be!" She called out. Magic, something most pirates where wary of. Superstitious lot, Pirates where.
 
Gabriel looked on as his charges soaked two large balls of rags with whiskey, before lighting then on fire and hurling them at the merchant vessel with catapults. The fire spread to its deck as the crew ushered the captives into the cramped quarters beneath deck. The captain looked on as one inferno blazed to the right of the bound girl, and one to the left. He wasn't afraid of the curses she shrieked at him. If he'd spared every enemy who cursed him when faced with death, he wouldn't have the fearsome reputation he enjoyed at sea.

Watching the fire spread, he suddenly decided to take action. He picked up a large plank himself and lowered it down to bridge the gap between the two ships. As his men looked on with surprise, he walked across to the doomed ship, stooped over, and picked up the girl, one hand under her knees, and one behind her back. She lifted easily, being so slim and compact. He leaned in close to her ear when he spoke so his crew couldn't hear. "Don't think I'm sparing you because you deserve to live. I've done away with others for costing me far less thab you just did. And don't think I'm afraid of your curse, either.". His face burning with heat from the blaze, he carried her over to the plank. "Stay still while I carry you, or you'll kill both of us. I'll probably regret this, but I've rarely seen a man, much less a woman, with your fire and determination. I would hate to waste that without finding out more first. But don't get any ideas. You try anything, and you'll see a fate worse than if I left you over there." With that, he set foot safely again on his own deck, setting her down onto the wooden planks.
 
Lailah watched the fire as it blazed, her eyes closing as she released a soft sigh. So she would die a fiery death, that was just the way of life. But she was glad she had issued her death curse. He might not be afraid of it, but she knew very well that many things held more power then people let it off too. She calmed herself, and watched as the fire spread, she didn't act surprised when the man ran back and picked her up.

She wasn't stupid, because she knew if she flailed they would both hit the water. "I'm not going to try anything, I just have a preservation and honor to my duty. I did what I had to for my mission." She stated smoothly as she looked to the side. As flaming as she had been earlier, she was now cold and chilly like ice.
 
This girl really changed on a dime, Gabriel thought to himself. Once he'd regained his breath, he had to address his shipmates, who were all standing around, wondering why he didn't let the girl burn. He looked around at them, all standing in a circle. "Look, she may be a troublemaking wench, but she thinks like one of us, in a way. I wonder if eventually, she may be of some use here." He smiled at them. "If not, maybe I'll let ye all have some fun with her," he added to placate them, although he had no intent presently of allowing such a thing. "But hear me," he said sternly. "If I find any of you touchin' her without my permission, you'll be keelhauled before you know what hit you."

With that, he picked her up, and carried her to a small room which was right under the deck, usually used for carrying extra supplies. The only entrance was a door right through the deck floor, which served as both door and window. The room was just big enough to stand up in, and just long enough to lay down in. He didn't want her with her shipmates right now. He left the room, locking the trap door, her limbs still tied, but returned a moment later with a bucket to serve as a toilet. It wasn't really any different than what any of them had in their cabins. He set it down, and pulled out his dagger, kneeling next to her boyish frame. "Don't pay heed to what I said. As much as you cost us, I don't allow rape on my ship. Murder, maybe," he said with a laugh. "But not rape." He flicked the dagger across her ropes, loosing her hands and feet. He wasn't sure what it was about her which was making him act so out of character. But he just couldn't bring himself to harm her for what she'd done. He was tensed up, ready to defend himself if she tried anything now that she was free. "Where did you learn to fight like that?"
 
Lailah rolled her eyes a little as he hauled her around. She took a deep breath and prepared herself for the time to come. Life would no longer be as easy as it had been. She tensed up as he made his little statement and rolled her eyes. Her breasts where still in the cold air, but unlike some women, she didn't care. They where breasts, and they where part of the body, there where many more things to worry about. She was dropped down into the hole, and then just waited.

Her eyes stayed open as she adjusted to her situation. Her eyes narrowing a little as she growled faintly. He returned and spoke to her, as he uncut her she sat up and rubbed her wrists. Her eyes closed as she rubbed her wrists more and more. Her legs tucking up beneath her. "My father taught me." She stated in a clear voice, losing most of teh hackney accent. "He was in the Navy, and a wonderful man. Taught me and my twin all he knew. Uriel died, I decided to do my best to provide for the family in his stead."
 
As he looked down at her in the slightly dark room, he suddenly realized that her breasts were completely out in the open from his strike. They were petite, but not tiny, and perfectly symmetrical and unblemished. It hadn't registered with him, with all the adrenaline from the fight and the fire. He suddenly, out of instinct, took in the sight in silence for a moment. Her nipples, he noticed, were a little bit erect from the cold. He quickly snapped out of it, though. Lailah wasn't the most classically beautiful woman, after all she had passed for a man for some time. However, there was a decided sexual charge about her, he realized.

Gabriel took off his shirt, and draped it over her. "I'll get another one, once I go above. I hope you don't mind the little bit of blood on the shoulder. You were the one who put it there, however. You do need something to wear for now." He didn't mind going without a shirt, he used to sail without one all the time before he was captain, enjoying having the dark skin that came from working out in the bright sun. He sighed, adding "Your father taught you well. You're one of the most skilled swordsmen I've encountered." He stood up, and climbed out of the room, grabbing the swinging door to close it over her.
 
Lailah slowly pulled the shirt over her body. Her eyes closing as she relaxed. It would be a long while before she fully was nice to this man, he had taken over her ship. But he has spared her life, which was something he didn't have to do. He was also against rape, or so he said. She smiled faintly when he said her father had taught her well. "Imagine, I'm still young, and have many more years of experience to gain..." She whispered as she pulled her knees up to her chest.

He sealed her in the darkness, and she let her eyes adjust. She wasn't afraid and she wasn't going to run. Obviously the threads of her fate had lead her here. She would see where it led, and do her duty. She found that a lull overcame her, as she hummed a soft lullaby. She found herself dozing off in no time, entering the realm of dreams.
 
Gabriel smiled back at her, when she spoke of aspiring to learn even more. He wasn't sure why he was drawn to this girl, but something made him feel that it was right that she was alive, not dead, and that she was aboard the Blak Bark. He sensed that perhaps she had a future here with his crew. But then again, maybe it was nothing. As he locked her in the hold and left her alone, he walked across to the stern as dusk fell. He spoke with his first mate about their course briefly, and then headed down to the ship's kitchen to have a bite of canned meat and buttered bread. A crewman was dispatched to give some bread and water to each of the captives, in the two large holds, but finding Lailah already asleep looking through the door grates, he didn't disturb her.

Gabriel slept soundly that night to the soft rocking motion of the boat that he'd become so accustomed to. In fact, he usually found it hard to sleep on solid ground without the sway of the ocean. He stirred only occasionally, with a groan in his sleep, as he rolled onto his shoulder which Lailah had injured. In the predawn hours, he woke up, and, placing on his hat, left his cabin and headed to the room which held Lailah. Quietly loosing the lock on the silent boat, he opened the door. Squinting from the glare of the sun just starting to peek over the horizon. "Psst. Wake up, girl." After waiting for her to respond, he added "Would you like to come up to my cabin and talk? Maybe have a bite to eat, and get a proper shirt to wear?"
 
Lailah was awakened by the faint light, and the whispering of the man. Her eyes creaked open, a growl coming from her lips as she sat up. She wasn't a morning person, for the first thirty minutes of being awake. In fact she tended to be very grumpy. She softened a little as he mentioned food. Clothes she could give a fuck less about, food was another matter. She sat up more and rubbed her eyes clean. Then stretched out her muscles. She stood up, stumbled a little and winced. She probably cracked a toe with her stunt with the chest. But she didn't care.

She sighed as she nodded and walked towards the door. Stepping out into the light. "Clothes I don't care for, food I could very much use." She stated firmly as she looked around herself. Taking in the early morning air, and the soft rocking of the boat. She felt at home, she felt soothed, and she felt like she belonged. Odd though, considering she was a captive.
 
He smiled at her, as he led her down the empty deck and towards his cabin, the largest in the boat, with a large bed, a round table, a large window, and three comfortable chairs. "If you don't care for clothes, you can give them all to me if you like," he said with a grin as he opened his cabin door. "Even pirates have certain needs. And it's been a while since I've seen what you have." Strangely, throbbing as his shoulder was from yesterday's wound, he didn't feel afraid now that she would try any type of sneak attack. Of course, she could just be lulling him into a false comfort, but he doubted it.

He motioned for her to sit down, extending a loaf of bread, a handkerchief with some cheese inside, and an orange. "It's not the queen's table, but I don't consider this fare too bad for being at sea." He looked over her soft features, and messed up ponytail. Her pretty, dark brown eyes were her nicest feature, he decided. "I don't think I've asked your name. I think I heard your friends call you Uriel, but that's not your real name."
 
Lailah whistled softly as she walked across the deck. Her eyes half-closed as she watched the fish leaping from the water. All the sea-life was amazing. She found herself getting a craving for some rich and succulent octopus again. It was hard to get, and harder to cook properly. But she knew how, and gods was it delicious. She followed him into the cabin, and rolled her shoulder back, giving him a bored look. "I don't need a better one, just a thread and need to fix the cut in my current one." She said in a plain tone as she took a seat.

She accepted the food, it was more then she usually got on her old ship. Cheese was a rare prize that she got on rare occasions now, thanks to her position as a normal deck-hand. She used to get it often in her old life, but that was her old life. She accepted all the food and then made herself a make-shift cheese sandwich. Going for substance before her treat, the orange. Her eyes closed as she ate, a sigh of relief overcoming her. "Lailah, the Angel of Night and Conception." She said as she licked her finger, and made herself another sandwhich. She probably WOULD finish off the loaf of bread, and whatever there was of the cheese.
 
He smiled as she devoured the food, introducing herself only when she'd satisfied her hunger a little bit. "Well, I hope you don't mind if I shorten that to just 'Lailah'. I can't be bothered with that mouthful." He picked up a separate piece of plain bread, and chewed on it a little. "I have some bad news for you, Lailah." He looked at her, waiting until he had her attention.

"My men will be expecting me to mete out a punishment to you for what you did. The more I think about it, I might have done the same thing in your situation. But nevertheless, you cost us." He finished off his bread, taking an orange of his own, and starting to peel it. "I won't hurt you. But, once the ship gets buzzing, around mid-morning, I'm going to have to humiliate you in front of them all." He laughed out of nowhere all of a sudden. "But, looking at you now, I think the worse punishment would have been keeping you away from food the rest of the day. Too bad it's too late for that."
 
"Bah, just giving you the explanation behind the name. I'm Lailah McCarrick." She said as she finished off the bread and cheese. She slowly unpeeled the orange as she stared at him. Popping a succulent slice into her mouth and sighing in relief at the taste of it. She leaned back and sucked on the fleshy fruit piece in her mouth. So that she could get all the juice from it, and then chewed and swallowed it.

She ate two more pieces, and held the rest calmly in her hand. She silently thought about what he said, and then shrugged her shoulder. "Nothing you could do would humiliate me. I have a thick skin..." She said as she popped another piece in her mouth. She hummed around the slice and then swallowed before looking around a little. "Sides me not eating is a bad idea, I have a problem where if I don't eat at least a little during a day... I get light headed and passed out till I get a nip of food or a sip of rum."
 
"Well then I suppose everyone will be happy. You, my men, everyone." He picked up the remaining half of his orange, removing two segments, and eating them whole together, before wiping his sticky hands on a handkerchief. He always kept citrus fruits on his ship, dear though they were, to avoid any scurvy on the part of his crew. "I doubt that anyone with even a shred of pride is immune from being humiliated. And you seem to have quite a bit of pride."

He thought a bit more about what she said. "If I really was committed to punishing you, what you told me would only make me try harder to break you. But it's more for the sake of my men," he confided. They were each entitled to a cut of what was in that chest, after all." He stood up, waiting for her to finish devouring her breakfast. "I need to take you back before everyone is up and about. You can take what's left of the food with, if you like."
 
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