[LunarDysis]
Supernova
- Joined
- Jan 25, 2009
Though yet asleep she moved a bit, breathing in softly as she felt the feel of warm skin against her. Though not pulling away she seemed to press against it, almost welcoming the feeling. Though the bruises on her neck, if someone stood far away would easily be able to tell it was a print of a hand, the tips of the fingers darker than the other around her neck. Though she was breathing easily which was a good sign. Turning a bit, she rolled in her sleep and gave a light grunt of pain as she rolled onto her side.
The night passed on by slowly the rocking of the ship keeping her in a nice deep sleep until the sun shone through the windows and directly onto the bed over her face. Her eyes fluttered open and she groaned, her fingers running up to rub her eyes as she slowly sat up in the bed, the sheets falling down to rest at her legs and she leaned against the wall above the bed as the ship continued to lightly rock. Turning on the bed she stood up and pulled on the pair of pants she had borrowed from him, tucking in her shirt. Though after having gotten some rest her body began to ache and grow sore from what seemed like a night that lasted an eternity.
Her back sore, her breasts bruised and the cut under her left breast slightly scabbed though slightly bleeding. Looking down she saw that some blood had seeped out during the night and stained his shirt. Sighing she pulled her boots on before she looked over to see the sleeping Captain and managed to give a light smile before she turned on her heel and stepped out of the room, the door shutting lightly behind her. Her feet meeting each step before she was greeted by the salty sea air and her eyes closed as she breathed in. Walking over to the side of the 'Lovers Laugh' she leaned against the railing and looked down.
Ethel Bonney, a strong, determined pirate who ravaged, looted and salvaged many never thought that she would ever be... broken. But with flinching at the slightest movement that a man made ruined it, it almost seemed the only man she felt slightly safe by was Windslow, could she trust him or her own crew? She sighed and shook her head, they would never do a thing like that to her. Her head turned, her eyes peering down at the chest upon the deck, the rope and bandanna that was wrapped around her head lay beside it and she looked down.
The night passed on by slowly the rocking of the ship keeping her in a nice deep sleep until the sun shone through the windows and directly onto the bed over her face. Her eyes fluttered open and she groaned, her fingers running up to rub her eyes as she slowly sat up in the bed, the sheets falling down to rest at her legs and she leaned against the wall above the bed as the ship continued to lightly rock. Turning on the bed she stood up and pulled on the pair of pants she had borrowed from him, tucking in her shirt. Though after having gotten some rest her body began to ache and grow sore from what seemed like a night that lasted an eternity.
Her back sore, her breasts bruised and the cut under her left breast slightly scabbed though slightly bleeding. Looking down she saw that some blood had seeped out during the night and stained his shirt. Sighing she pulled her boots on before she looked over to see the sleeping Captain and managed to give a light smile before she turned on her heel and stepped out of the room, the door shutting lightly behind her. Her feet meeting each step before she was greeted by the salty sea air and her eyes closed as she breathed in. Walking over to the side of the 'Lovers Laugh' she leaned against the railing and looked down.
Ethel Bonney, a strong, determined pirate who ravaged, looted and salvaged many never thought that she would ever be... broken. But with flinching at the slightest movement that a man made ruined it, it almost seemed the only man she felt slightly safe by was Windslow, could she trust him or her own crew? She sighed and shook her head, they would never do a thing like that to her. Her head turned, her eyes peering down at the chest upon the deck, the rope and bandanna that was wrapped around her head lay beside it and she looked down.