The Captain(ess)'s Girl {skeith & Fate}

[darkest_fate]

The ship was sinking to the depths of the sea, still aflame from the several cannon charges that had blown through its hull. Generally speaking, the crew of the Black Swan weren't keen on actually sinking boats, since you couldn't sell a sunk boat for profit. But these had been particularly tenacious in their resistance, offering the pirate vessel little choice in the matter.

Still, they'd managed to get a hefty bounty from the ship. Their hull was stuffed with the treasures they'd found on board. The crew, however, was far, far more excited about the young lady they'd found aboard. It wasn't often that you found a lady aboard a ship, especially in these dangerous waters, and it was even less likely that you would find a pretty one. To have one now was definitely cause for celebration.

"I says we all get a turn!" crowed one of the scrawnier crewmates. A handful agreed with him, but one rather large man, an African that had joined some time ago, cuffed the man soundly.

"I don't want your leftovers, you sea scab!" barked the burly man. He crossed his hands over his chest, flexing his massive chest muscles impressively. No one had any doubt that he could easily use the massive sword that he carried, especially as they'd just seen him kill several men in battle. The native man looked fierce enough with his tattoos.

"NO, there's a better way," agreed an older man. Middle aged had just started to take a hold of this one, making his muscles slightly weaker, his body slightly less appealing, and his swagger less bold. His mind, however, was among the sharpest of the crew. You didn't get to be first mate for nothing. "One o' us gets the lass as his share o' th' booty."

There were more murmurs of agreement, but everyone was looking at everyone else, as though wondering who would be insane enough to take up that offer. No girl was worth that much money, regardless of how pretty. Plus, she would be trouble; girls always were on ships. People would fight, and she'd probably end up sleeping with Rodriguez, the handsome Spaniard. No one was taking up that offer. Except maybe Rodriguez, who always thought with the sword between his legs first.

at last, the cabin boy, who happened to know far more than he should, spoke up. "We should give 'er to th' cap'n."

"Now they shout in agreement," muttered said sailor. He, err, technically he, was standing on a deck over his men, glowering at them. His hair had been done in thick, dark blonde braids surrounding a thin, feminine face. His body seemed more slim than bulky, though it had a leanness to it that all sailors had. His eyes were the color of the sea though: stormy bluish gray, and he walked with an unmatchable swagger.

"Give th' lass a chance tae make 'er case!' shouted feared pirate captain Jackson Lacroix. Right now, he was sincerely hoping she chose well.

 

[Skeith Takahata II]

Sybil Hatchet stood aboard the deck of the Black Swan. She wore a plain, simple white gown suggesting that she had been ambushed by the pirates while preparing to sleep. She was less frightened at this point than she was enraged. She was being discussed as if she was just another gold coin in their collection. "Honestly... These beasts..." She mumbled.

Her emerald green eyes shifted to the captain when she heard his voice. A small sigh of relief escaped her lips when she was given an opportunity to speak. She shook one of the pirate's hands from her arm as she brushed her crimson hair from her face. "I'm not a trinket to be traded or sold!" She shouted in anger. She looked around at the crew with malice in her eyes. She turned her eyes back to the captain. His oddly feminine features betrayed his reputation.

In truth, she didn't want to be anyone's plaything, least of all a pirate, but she knew they weren't going to let her leave. "As is proper, I will remain in the charge of the ship's captain." She said as she flattened her gown out. She wore an expression that made abundantly clear how displeased she was with her situation. Once alone with the pirate she intended to give him a piece of her mind.

 

[darkest_fate]

Wonderful. The little lass had a mind of her own and some will to go with it. The moment they'd given her the chance, she'd told the crew off, as though she were in her daddy's merchant house instead of on a pirate ship surrounded by bloodthirsty (sort of ) crew. The pirates were slightly taken aback at first, but most began chuckling.

"'ave fun wit' tha' one cap'n!"
"Oh aye, she's worth a share o' th' booty!"
"'ope she's got tha' much fight in ye bed, cap'n!"

That last made the crew roar with laughter and made Jackson roll his eyes at first. It didn't surprise him that his men had that on their minds, since it had been several weeks since they'd last seen port. But you'd think that they would have figured something else instead. the roguish captain stepped forward, brushing his braids to the side and favoring his captive with a roguish smile.

"Welcome aboard th' Black Swan, lassie. Ye'll be my guest," the captain gave an elegant bow, sweeping off his hat to reveal his fine head of tightly braided hair. Still smiling, the man swept back up. In one smooth motion, he picked up his prize and carried her toward his quarters, humming a sea shanty the entire time. Soon enough, she'd be dumped in the fine quarters, and they could speak then.

 

[Skeith Takahata II]

Sybil stepped back when the captain began to approach her. She tried to keep her concern and her fear hidden behind her mask of anger, but it was difficult to do. "What are you doing?" Once scooped up into the arms of the infamous pirate, she struggled briefly until she realized it was no use. "I can walk you know..." She mumbled under her breath.

Once they entered the captains quarters, where she would be dumped, she fell backwards into a seated position on the floor. "Hey!" She shouted as the door ws closed behind her. "Now listen here!" She pushed herself up off of the floor and stormed her way over to the pirate captain, doing her best to put aside her fear of him.

"I'm not some piece of property to bartered for. I am a woman and I expect to be treated as such." She spoke in a raised voice. "Are you even listening to me?" She hissed as she approached giving a harsh shove to the pirate captain's shoulder. Though for a battle hardened pirate would have likely felt like a tap. "I will not be your pet." She growled. Standing firmly in front of the captain with her arms feld. Pirates were no different than dogs in her book. If a dog got out of hand you simply expressed dominance until it got the point.

 

[darkest_fate]

"Ye definitely a natural redhead, eh?" joked Jackson. He chuckled, tossing his had to the side and running a hand through the messy braids. He'd have to make sure to let his hair out sometime soon, either that or he was going to have to start hacking at it with a cutless. The captain sighed, rolling his eye at her talk.

"I never said ye was tae be m'pet, lass," he said. The captain strolled over to a table, waving for Sybil to go ahead and take a seat. For the most part, he seemed perfectly content to ignore her protests, instead bustling about his cabin, tossing some things aside, hiding others, and generally looking like he was either hiding something or purposefully trying to make a mess of things.

Just as Jackson was shoving a soiled shirt into a chest, he turned to look at the girl. She certainly was pretty; he had to give her that. But that attitude was nearly abysmal. What on earth was she?

"Ye have a name, lass? Or am I just suppose tae jus' keep talkin' aboot ye like ye' some washed up bit o' chattle?" asked the pirate. He stuffed the last bit of shirt into the chest, closed it, and turned to sit on it. One leg was thrown over the other in what he sincerely hoped was a roguish fashion. It wasn't often that Jackson got to practice this particular pose before others, and he sincerely hoped he was getting the details right.

Don't know how I'm going to hide it from 'er anyways. Tain't like she ain't goin' tae figure it out sooner or later.

"'sides, I need to know ye worth ,so I knows what to demand when ransomin' ye," finished Jackson, attempting a roguish grin to punctuate the remark.

 

[Skeith Takahata II]

She exhaled when she realized she was getting blown off. She took her seat at the table, her arms returning to their folded position. "My name is Sybil. Sybil Hatchet." She said as she brushed her bangs away from her face. "My father is a blacksmith. We don't have any money. So I don't think you'll find I'm worth much money."

She turned her gaze away from the pirate captain, she couldn't bare to look at him with that smile on his face. She quickly stood back up and began pacing the room. She was too angry and too scared to sit still for long. "Nobody's going to come looking for me. Anyone who would care wouldn't be able to afford it anyway." She said before turning to face him. "I'm useless to you. I'm not worth any money and I'll sooner hang myself from the bow or tie myself to the anchor before I'll become the plaything of you or your crew."

 

[darkest_fate]

Now things had certainly gotten interesting. Instead of capturing some lady of the court or some merchant's daughter, they'd landed a blacksmith's spawn. She seemed oddly well bred for someone of such low class, quite sharp, for that matter. Jackson had to admire her intelligence and spine, if nothing else.

"Well, Miss Hatchet," he drawled, rising from the chest. He slowly walked toward the table, pulling out a decanter of red liquid, most likely alcohol of some kind. while he spoke, he slowly poured two glasses, again not bothering to hurry, but merely taking his time. "Ye ain't a playthin' o' anyone jus' yet, so stop yer worryin' about tha'. An' we tain't never harmed someone what didn't ask for it."

The pirate finished pouring one glass, swirled, the liquid and downed it. This girl was definitely going to be more trouble than she was worth. they couldn't very well toss her overboard, not and sleep at night. Jackson was one of the few who sailed these seas and had a conscience. Besides, something told him the men wouldn't be too pleased at his tossing something so valuable. Jackson poured two glasses, nudging one toward the lass.

"So take a drink ta calm ye nerves, an' we'll talk about yer position on this ship," suggested the captain, following his own orders.

 

[Skeith Takahata II]

She eyed the drink with worry before returning to the table. She wasn't certain she could trust the captain's word, though seeing the captain drink from the same bottle eased her worry that it could be poison. She took her seat at the table again before nervously lifting the glass to her lips. She sipped off of the drink before coughing slightly. She wasn't accustomed to acohol.

She looked across the table to where the captain was sitting. "What do you plan to do with me then?" She couldn't imagine the use she could have. She wasn't worth any money and she had just been assured that she wouldn't be used for sex. She looked down at the drink before lifting it to her lips again. She had a feeling that alcohol was going to be the only way of quenching her thirst for a while. She'd better get used to it.

 

[darkest_fate]

"The men expect ye tae share m'bed, I expect," drawled Jackson. He swirled his alcohol, frowning at it, before looking toward the woman. she was a comely lass, he had to admit that, but, well, he shouldn't, for a very large number of reasons, not the least being that she obviously wasn't going to do that.

"Most lasses swoon at th' thought o' bein' a pirate captain's concubine," explained Jackson. He set his glass down, waving toward Sybil. "Tain't as though you're unseemly. I jus' don't fancy takin' a lass again her will."

He definitely needed more alcohol, and she immediately started pouring another one, wincing slightly as he did so. Sybil wasn't going to make this easy; that much was quite evident. What to do then?

"What would ye like tae do on m'ship then? Ye need protection agin' all those laddies out there," explained Jackson, flipping his fingers, "an' I can't think o' a way o' givin' it to ye short o' ye sharin' my bed."

Jackson was trying too, but there simply weren't precautions on this ship for such things. Women, if they were to stay, were to be the permanent partner of the captain or first mate. No exceptions. Jackson supposed there could be a ship's whore, but he wasn't about to suggest it, not to Sybil's face, especially not when she had so much to throw at him.

 

[Skeith Takahata II]

Sybil sighed. The thought of just setting her free didn't seem to even cross the captain's mind. Was this to become her life then? To become a pirate? She'd read plenty of story books of adventure and the romantic life that pirate's supposedly led. But how much of that was real and how much was fantasy?

"Well... My father taught me a thing or two about maintaining and forging weapons... I'm also plenty capable of wielding them if I have to." She shook her head after a moment. Wait? Was she actually considering this as a possible future? "Why should I cooperate with you in the first place?" She asked. "You kidnapped me and try to tell me that the only way you can keep me safe is if I agree to sleep with you."

She crossed her arms as the same displeased expression rose on her face. "I don't see a reason to cooperate. The idea of bedding a pirate is about as unseemly as working in a brothel. The only difference being that the girls who work in a brothel are exposed to men with more manners." It was intended as an insult. "Suicide still sounds like a kinder fate." Regardless of the captain's attempts at polite conversation, it didn't chance the anger she was feeling regarding having been kidnapped and offered the ultimatum of sex or death.

 

[darkest_fate]

Forging and maintaining weapons, so the lass could fight with more than her tongue. Jackson grinned, already finding Sybil more and more to his liking. There were too few women who were willing to stand up for what they wanted and believed in. Meeting one more was always a treat.

All smiles faded at Sybil's expression of displeasure, and Jackson actually found himself getting angry at the comparison. "A brothel!?" he demanded. "I've been nothin' but kind ta ye since ye stopped onta me ship! Ye do know that I could throw ye overboard!? Or kill ye!"

Jackson stepped forward, his stormy eyes flashing dangerously. He was well within arm's reach now, but clearly didn't care about anything Sybil could do to him. Either that, or he was simply too worked up from her comments to notice.

"I'll have ye know that I run a respectable ship, ye damn lass!" he snapped. "Yer, errr," the groan was a near feminine one of frustration as Jackson stomped his foot and turned away. He'd thrown his arms up at one point, but now sighed and lowered them, rubbing at the bridge of his nose.

"An' ye need tae listen. I said 'share me bed,' not 'bang me stupid,' ye twit," growled Jackson, glowering over his shoulder at the girl.

 

[Skeith Takahata II]

Sybil's eyes grew wide when the pirate captain became angered. She was infact very afraid of the man but was trying desperately not to show it. "A respectable ship? Even if you are a respectable man, not a single member of your crew seem to be. Regardless, I have every right to seem upset. I was kidnapped!" She rose from her seat. She wouldn't play no subservient role to anyone, much less a pirate.

"You could kill me, you could throw me over board. Both would be closer to freedom than the options I'm being given." She scoffed as she lowered her head. "Your tantrum hasn't answered my question. You haven't given me a reason to cooperate." She tried to keep her trembling at a minimum. She was terrified. This man could very easily shoot her or cut her open at any second.

"The only reason I let you drag me up here was so that I wasn't out there with them." She balled her hands into fists as she glared at the pirate. "Besides, this still results in me playing the role of your pet. What am I to do? Simply sit up here while you go around raiding trade ships and doing as you please while I keep the bed warm while your out? I'm no dog!"

 

[darkest_fate]

Really, Jackson should just shoot her and get it over with. Probably be less trouble in the long run, definitely save the captain some headache. As it was, he walked over to the table, again lifting a small glass of brandy. He drummed his fingers along the edge of the glass, trying to calm himself, and to resist the urge to simply beat the girl until she started seeing sense. What would Jackson want done if he were in this situation?

"Ye don't understand, lass," he said, his voice low. "Women tain't allowed aboard ship. They either be th' captain's girl, 'is wife, or," he paused to take a strong swig, "th' ship's whore."

He set the glass down, running his fingers along the edges. By now, he'd had enough alcohol that he was starting to feel a little hazy, the edges warn off, and certainly more relaxed. It made him look at the fiery redhead in a slightly different light. Notice the passion in those eyes, see the shape beneath that dress. Yes, definitely a comely lass, as he'd thought before.

"So here be your choices: be my lass, be th' whore o' th' ship, or be tossed o'er to feed the fishes. Either way, I've had enough o' yer yappin'," the captain turned, taking a seat, almost sulking. "I swear, bitches bark less than ye..."

 

[Skeith Takahata II]

She was going to speak but fell silent. She moved back to her seat, her hand moving to hold her head. How had it come to this? She rubbed her eyes as she tried to collect herself. She reached for the glass that she had only been sipping from before and took another sip from it. She looked across the table at the captain. She was still quite upset, but the reality of the situation was beginning to set in. "Sounds like I'm condemned to be a whore or a corpse no matter which I choose."

She growled lightly as she turned her chair around so that she wouldn't have to face him. "Fine." She said, she still sounded defiant however choked by emotion her voice may have become. "You win." She crossed her arms once more, crossing her legs as well, she kept her gaze glued to the floor. She closed her eyes as she took a deep breath.

 

[darkest_fate]

Jackson watched the emotions and thoughts play across Sybil's face. he'd seen that kind of look before, generally on his other, less appealing captives whenever they found themselves offered a devil's bargain. choices were simple when one of the options was death, which was what Jackson had been trying to get across all along. The man sighed, running his hands through his braids, frowning as he found his fingers getting stuck in one.

"Yer th' captain's lass, so ye can make up whatever title ye want th' crew tae be callin' ye. Ye can command some o' th' men if ye see fit, but remember, they're goin' tae be rough," Jackson paused, licking his lips. "I only have th' one bed, so we'll be sharin' that. Won't make ye do anythin' ye don't want tae asides that." The captain frowned, "An' don't think I'm givin' up me soft bed jus' on account o' ye bein' all prudish."

Jackson propped one arm up on the table, leaning against it while he studied Sybil. She looked the perfect picture of misery, eyes downcast, her voice nearly shaking. Poor thing was probably traumatized and terrorized, thinking she was now some kind of sex slave for a fierce pirate captain. Jackson had been especially good about setting up rumors about the Black Swan, knowing how good a reputation can be.

"If'n ye tha' bothered about it, we can see about puttin' ye to port next time we dock," muttered Jackson, evidently sulking. "Though I cannot see what kind o' lass wouldn't want tae wind up with a pirate crew."

there had certainly been some in the past, obviously.

 

[Skeith Takahata II]

She heard his offer to set her free the next time they made port. But she couldn't put much stock in the word of a pirate, even if he were telling the truth. The kind of towns pirate's visited were no safer than than the ships they sailed on. She'd be in even more danger if she were to set foot off of the ship.

Her arms loosened from the defensive position she was sitting in. There was no sense in arguing, no sense in fighting any further. She could bark and yell until she was hoarse and it wouldn't help get the point across any faster. She pushed herself up from the table and walked wordlessly to where the bed sat. She could tell, by the way the matress was worn which side the captain favored. She laid herself down on the less used half of the matress, curling up silently.

 

[darkest_fate]

Jackson sighed, staring at the door to his cabin. Sybil was traumatized, quite clearly. She'd been on a ship that had been sunk by pirates, captured by those same men, dragged aboard, and then told that it was be the personal girl of the captain or die. The circumstances would destroy anyone, even someone as strong as Sybil.

Again Jackson looked to the liquor, seriously considering it. He might need the bracing power of what lay in that bottle for what lay ahead. Instead, he turned his glass upside down, drumming his fingers on it for a few moments before sighing. He rose, moving to latch the door of his cabin closed, then turned to see the girl, curled up.

"No use puttin' it off; she's goin' tae find out an' I tain't nappin' in this," muttered Jackson. He reached for his shirt, loosely pulling it out of his trousers. A stretch reminded him of the battle he'd just fought, and how close several of his men had come to losing their lives. One even had. A sobering thought, to be sure, and hardly what Jackson wanted to focus on. The man reached down, sliding off his breeches... revealing a pair of quite feminine legs. They were toned, the muscular legs of someone used to the sea, but you could easily tell that they belonged to a woman. They even had a smoothness to them that was nearly unnatural.

The female sighed, running her hand through her hair, glad to start shedding bits of male-hood. Reaching under the shirt, she took off some bindings, letting her smallish breasts free. You could easily cover them with hands, but they were still evidently female bumps. Another yawn, and Jackson made her way to her bed. She pulled some covers about, tucking in Sybil, before sliding into bed neck to her.

No, this wouldn't lead to trouble at all.

 

[Skeith Takahata II]

Sybil fell asleep far to fast to see Jackson reveal her true gender. If she had, she'd likely have been awake all night trying to make sense of it. When morning finally did come, it rudely awoke the young girl when the rays of the sun penatrated the shades of the window. At first, she was content to believe that the night before had been a bad dream. That is until she looked around at the room she was in. A small sigh escaped from her lips. It was definitely Jackson's cabin.

She rubbed her eyes before rolling over in the bed to find herself face to face with the captain's sleeping form. She quickly raised her hand to her mouth to stiffle the iminent cry of surprise. She closed her eyes and shook her head. She pushed herself up into a seated position, which caused the blanket to be pulled away from the captain. She quickly turned to make sure she hadn't woken him which was when she came to terms with the facts.

She immediately saw the petite breasts of the captain, and the long slender legs. The realization caused her to leap from the bed in surprise, though her leg, still caught in the blanket caused her to fall to the floor with a loud crash. She let out a small cry of pain as her head hit the floor. She forced herself into a sitting position, pushing herself away from the bed with a hand on her head. "A... A woman!?" She said aloud.

 

[darkest_fate]

Oddly enough, Jackson was a fairly hefty sleeper for a pirate. She at first didn't awake when her bedmate had, mostly because she hadn't grown used to having one yet. It wasn't until Sybil let out a cry that Jackson woke.

In fact, she sprang awake, grabbing a sword that was hanging near her bed in case of attack. The wild-eyed pirate looked around, trying to assess any and all possible threats even as she blinked off the last vestiges of sleep. At last her eyes settled on the sleep-tousled redhead. For a few moments, Jackson had to blink, wondering if this was some kind of crazed assassination attempt. Then she looked down, and realized what was going on.

"Oh, aye, there's that," she murmured. sighing, she tossed the sword aside and sat down on the bed, running her hands over her face. A braid fell down near her head, and the pirate eyed it, remembering that she really would have to let her hair down soon. Another sigh, and she looked at Sybile, who was still tangled in sheets and looking quite fetching.

"remember what I told ye about women aboard ship? Me da was th' cap'n o' this vessel, an' I was supposed tae be th' one tae get it after 'e died. So we just played a little game, let everyone think that Jackson was a boy, simple as that," the pirate blew out her lips and rolled her eyes. "Tweren't like ye wouldn't figure it out anyway. But ye see why I wasn't so keen on stealin' ye virtue now?"

The girl was all smiles, her hands outspread, fingers wide.

 

[Skeith Takahata II]

She allowed her hand to fall from her head as the captain spoke. She released a huff of breath in an attempt to blow her messy hair from her face. She flipped her hair back before setting to untangling herself from the sheets. Once she was finally free, she rose to her feet, one strap of her night gown hanging on her fore arm while other remained in place. Her breasts remained concealed, the more skin than before was revealed.

"So, let me get this straight. The crew doesn't know you're a woman, and you saw fit to just let me figure it out on my own?" She rubbed her eyes before releasing a small laugh that seemed to be brought about more by confusion than actually finding humor. "I'd have found your invitation a lot more appealing if I'd have known that last night." She said. That wasn't to say that she wasn't still angry or that she wouldn't have been the night before. It just would have been a lot easier to take from another woman.

 

[darkest_fate]

Jackson rolled her eyes, settling back slightly in the bed. "Well, most o' them don't know. The first mate does, had to tell 'im. But it's a secret to the rest. An' i kind o' had tae let ye figure it out sooner or later. Tweren't like you're dumb, ye'd figure somethin' was up."

Jackson yawned, stretching upright, her shirt lifting up to reveal her legs once more. she hadn't bothered to put on anything underneath, never really seeing a reason to before now, and not really seeing one yet. While the captain had been looking admiringly at Sybil, her brain still hadn't quite drawn connections. She yawned once more.

"Ye weren't about tae listen tae me last night," Jackson pointed out. She reached over and tapped Sybil on the shoulder. "Not that I blame ye. If I were a comely lass in the hands o' a pirate captain who'd just seen me mates go down, I'd be a bit worried m'self. Twas part o' the reason I figured I'd better let ye know."

Jackson yawned again, one more stretch before walking over to a few chests. There were only two, and both were latched tightly shut. The captain rapped one, not bothering to look over her shoulder. "This one's got women's clothing; mostly stuff I captured that i fancied. Ye can wear whate'er you want," Jackson looked at the other girl, eying her, "Though I think I'm a bit smaller than ye in the bust area, so tain't goin' tae fit righ'."

The girl moved to the next chest, drawing out a pair of trousers and beginning to slide into them.

 

[Skeith Takahata II]

She listened to the captain speak before nodding quietly. Lest the captain want to be in the same situation that Sybil was almost in the night before than keeping it a secret would be necessary, and seeing as the captain was Sybil's only means of protection, it would be necessary for her as well. "Somehow I think my wearing tight clothing would only serve to keep you happy." She said with a small sigh.

She approached the chest and knelt down to examine the clothing it contained. She pulled some nice clothing from the chest before closing it. She looked down at the clothing in her arms before looking back at the captain, than back down to the clothing. She released a deep sigh. She'd dressed around other women before, but never around a pirate. The thought made her feel uneasy. She gripped the ends of her night gown and hoisted it over her head.

She wore awfully plain lingirie beneath the gown though her breasts were exposed. She reached for the clothing and began dressing as calmly and as possible, though a blush was clearly present on her face. She kept her back turned to the captain as she pulled a simple dress on to her form. She'd have to likely start wearing trousers and the like soon enough. Life on the sea, as well as her potential future maintaining their gear, wasn't the life for dresses.

 

[darkest_fate]

Jackson laughed at Sybil's joke, though she didn't deny it. Indeed, she had been admiring Sybil from time to time and saw no reason not to. If something was beautiful, you admired it, simple as that. Sybil appealed to Jackson, not simply for her body, but for that wit and steel that she'd already shown. Though she would hardly admit it, Jackson saw more appeal in Sybil than she had in anyone before.

The captain waited a few moments, adjusting her own clothes, remembering to bind her breasts, before turning to look at her captive. The dress Sybil had selected was a more simple one, almost to Jackson's disappointment. Most of the dresses in that chest were elaborate affairs made of lace and frill, things that Jackson kept to remind herself that she was a woman from time to time.

Now, said woman blushed slightly, adjusting her outfit and coughing into a fist. "Ye look lovely. Now," she cleared her throat, "would ye like me tae call up our breakfast, or would ye like tae eat wit' th' crew."

Jackson didn't bother to enumerate the pluses and minuses of each. Sybil had a brain, she could figure out that the crew would be oogling her should she step out with that dress, but the tension between her and Jackson would be much more palpable inside. Of course, Jackson was trying to be the perfect host, forcing herself to think about what she'd want were she in Sybil's position.

 

[Skeith Takahata II]

Sybil averted her gaze, blushing briefly when she was told she was lovely. "Thankyou..." She said quietly. "I would much rather spend as little time with the crew as possible... But... I know you need me to put on a front to help reinforce your identity." She gave a quiet nod. "If we were to dine with the crew, I think it would reinforce both your identity and the fact that I'm off limits."

She spoke as if she'd finally resigned her fate to the life she had been offered. She wanted desperately to go home, but at the same time she longed for adventure. She raised her gaze to meet the captain's. She positioned her arm as if welcoming her's to reinforce the idea that the two were an item. She turned her gaze once more to the floor. Not wanting to make eye contact, with how awkward she was feeling.

 

[darkest_fate]

"It's jus' th' truth,' muttered Jackson, averting her eyes and blushing for a moment. If she'd that Sybil was going to be this... no, they were going to do this. Thinking otherwise was pointless. Thought it looked like someone was already thinking on her feet, which put a smile on Jackson's face and a wink in her roguish eye.

"Ye don't 'ave tae worry about me, lass, they know who's in charge o' this ship," insisted Jackson. In fact, she was one of the best shots and finest swordsmen aboard her vessel, which was saying something, given her crew. But she led mostly through charisma and an oddly fair way of dealing with things. It might seem fantastical, but her ship was one of those few "good ones" sailing out there.

Jackson looked to her girl, seeing the arm crooked. Blushing darkly, she took it, before shaking herself. "Aye, ye tae be my lass an' no one elses. If'n one o' them so much as looks at ye wrong, we can toss 'im overboard."

Chuckling, Jackson began leading her new partner toward the door, she paused there, looking to her. "Ye do know they're goin' tae figure that ye an' I have already had some fun. So, uh," Jackson was a brilliant red now, "if ye could jus' sort o' avert ye eyes an' stare dreamily at me or somethin'. It's for me reputation, ye see..."

The girl coughed, feeling thoroughly embarrassed now. Shaking herself, she slid easily back into the role of pirate captain. A nod, and she led her lady out onto the deck, to raucous calls from the men on duty. Jackson saluted and waved, before escorting Sybil into the galley for a real trial by fire.

The calls were incredible, and it was all Jackson could do not to blush at some of the things they said. Thankfully, she was a pirate, so it wasn't the first time she'd some of those words used.