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

Sybil stuck her tongue out at the captain's taunting before going back to work. "It's not like I'm doing it for you or anything." She said, brushing some hair from her face. "But if I'm going to be around for a while I'd rather eat something that narrowly resembled proper food." She looked back to the kid who'd been following her around. She hadn't noticed him when she was brought aboard and certainly didn't expect to find a child aboard anyway.

She gave a small shrug at her own thoughts before setting back to what she was doing. It was difficult working with what was on hand, but it wasn't impossible. There was more potential in the ingredients than any common sailor would recognize.
 
Jackson snorted, nearly laughing. the cook looked slightly offended, but clearly didn't seem to mind someone else doing most of his work. He simply quietly moved about, chopping up things and readying them, seeming to anticipate Sybil's need to some degree. Jackson looked to the cabin boy, trying to remember his name. Paul, or something simple like that. The pirate felt a small spike of jealousy in seeing the devotion in the boy's eyes, but she quickly squashed it. that was just stupid.

"Aye, well, do what ye want then," said Jackson. She waved. "Maybe ye be half as good at this as other things, an' we'll be eatin' like kings."

A nod, and the pirate captain left, nearly grumbling under her breath. Paul watched her leaving, snickering.

"Cor, 'e must like you," he said, looking to Sybil. "He don't like people actin' out o' turn an' sorts. Ye need any help there, Miss Hatchet?"

The boy hopped from his perch and would follow Sybil about as she cooked, clearly eager to help move things along. indeed, most of the crew so far had been perfectly willing to let the woman into their midst, and there was an almost eerie feeling of familiar about the whole crew. quite strange, but we've already established that this was a quite strange ship.
 
Sybil was happy to help the child feel involved. Handing him anything that needed stirring while she worked. It didn't take her all too much longer before the meal was reaching it's completion. She removed the apron from her torso before wiping some sweat from her brow. She kneeled down to where the kid was standing before giving him a small pat on the shoulder.

"Thankyou very much for your help good sir." She sad before shooing him off towards the door. "Run along and let the captain know that the food is ready." She turned her attention to setting the table and fixing the plates. Hopefully it would be good enough. Truth be told, she was a blacksmith, not a chef. But with her mother dead she was stuck fixing meals for her alcoholic of a father. Her experience was genuine, however modest.
 
By now, most of the crew had gathered around, waiting to see what Sybil had cooked up and see how much of it they could eat. they even had one fast runner whose job was to run back and forth and report everything to the men who steered and handled watch atop the decks. Jackson waited on the top, arms folded over her chest and muttering darkly, as if she was secretly planning on tossing Sybil into the sea. some had joked that the pirate was worried that his bed buddy was only good for one thing. Said pirates had gotten cuffed.

Paul ran off and got Jackson, bringing the surly captain down to the galley. she tossed her hat into a corner and looked at Sybil, wondering. "Smells good," admitted Jackson. She shifted, running her hand through her hair. At least she didn't have to worry about her fingers snagging on braids or anything like that. Still, she was beginning to wonder what game that Sybil was playing at.

she was also beginning to think that it might have just been easier to give the girl a sword.
 
She rubbed the back of her head. "I made as much as I could... So the crew's welcome to eat if they want to." She said as she leaned back against the counter releasing a tired sigh. She eyed the captain, studying her face. "Look, it's not poisoned or anything! I was just bored and needed something to do other than follow that creep you call a first mate around."

It was hard work cooking for such a large group of people. However, she appreciated the activity. She lived a rather boring life on the mainland. She built the swords her father was too drunk to construct himself and prepared his meals beyond that, she'd sneak away to practice with a blade while he was a sleep. Here, there was always something she could do, and hopefully get the credit and thanks she deserved for her effort.
 
"Ye mean I get tae eat some too!" chirped Paul. He wasted no time in lunging forward, grubby hands immediately going or a healthy portion of the food. A scabbard lashed out, whacking said hands, and the boy quickly brought them back, rubbing them. He looked up to see a fierce look on captain Jackson's face.

"err, after th' captain, o' course," said the boy. He forced a smile and waved for Jackson to take her seat. The pirate captain did so, but she also lightly scuffed Paul's head before doing so, adding a "Ye'd better say thanks tae Miss Hatchet fir th' food," turning, she shouted, "an' tha' goes fir th' lot o' ye!" to her crew.

Said crew surged forward, all standing around, hovering over the food with large eyes, as if they simply couldn't wait to start in. They waited while the captain took the first spoonful, closing her eyes as she savored a bite. The moment Jackson pronounced it delicious, the entire crew fell upon it as though they were starving. thanks were shouted up at Sybil as they went, but for the most part, they were far too focused on stuffing their faces.

"I tain't a creep," said a familiar voice near Sybil. The first mate stood there, munching on a biscuit. He grinned at Sybil, nodded, said his thanks, and moved to his food as well.

You don't wade into a pirate meal like this unless you wanted to lose a hand. Or had a sword.
 
It felt good to finally be praised for her work, though to be honest, she found it rather embarassing. She slowly fixed a small bowl for herself after the crew was finished. She took her seat beside the captain and set to eating her food silently. It was odd. She was getting to feel awfully at home among these pirates.

She kept her gaze on her bowl as she ate. The meal itself seemed sub-par compared to what she used to fix back home, then again, she had more to work with there as well. She tunnelled her focus so as to not have to hear or sea the rowdy crew eating their food, deciding only to politely and casually consume her own.
 
The amiable crew tried to get Sybil's attention anyway, especially Paul. They all knew each other incredibly well, having been adrift at sea for ages. Sybil though, she was someone new, someone exciting, and obviously someone that they were all determined to like. One or two of the men seemed disinterested, and there was one on the edge who glared, but most of them were prying questions.

Jackson merely at her meal in near silence, smiling. It felt like her family was accepting Sybil, and she had a feeling it wasn't just because they liked her cooking or her attitude. they knew that this was the captain's girl, so they were determined to make her feel welcomed.

the fact that they might get to hear her scream again that night might have something to do with it as well, but for once, the pirates were being relatively tactful about that.
 
Though quiet, a small smile was undeniably present on Sybil's face. She enjoyed the atmosphere that was set by an energetic fun-loving group. She quietly rose from her seat and disappeared behind the counter again, only to return with a bottle. It's contents were unknown to her, though certainly alcoholic. She filled a cup with it, sipping from it slowly. A small cough escaped her lips as she did so. It wasn't something she'd tried in the past few days that was for sure. Who could have imagined so many forms of alcohol existed.

She laughed a bit at her own inability to handle the strength of the beverage, a faint blush of embarassment on her face. After short while she began to answer a few of the questions she was being asked, within reason. She wasn't about to poor out all sorts of personal information, but she had no problem answering friendly inquiries.
 
Soon enough, the pirates would hear about Sybil's family, her loved ones back home, if she left any paramours, or if the pirate captain was her first love. Of course, they all assumed that she loved the captain, or at least lusted after him. their ears worked. But they also asked some technical questions, like how a woman had learned to smith and how that had gone over back home. They all seemed interesting, and why wouldn't they be? This was as close to entertainment as it got.

Sybil would also be regaled with various tales from men of the sea, featuring battles, faraway lands, and loose women. Less on the women, since the pirates were trying to be tactful. But they simply couldn't help soliciting unwanted advice to their new companion. it seemed to be a regular hobby of theirs.

Jackson finished her food and watched Sybil for a few moments, noting the smile on her face. Then, she began to notice that the woman was getting quite a lot of attention, and a particularly heavy look from a certain immoral Spaniard. The man had taken to touching Sybil lightly, seeming to take advantage of their close quarters.

Jackson rose, coughing. She hurried over and grabbed Sybil, trying to hoist her upright. "We're done eatin' fir now," she nearly growled. Clearly Jackson wanted Sybil out of there, and seemed about ready to drag her, if that was what it took.
 
Sybil rose from her seat quickly, though not of her own accord. Between being surprised, and physically weaker than the captain it took very little effort to lift her up right. Her eyes widened as she nearly squeaked. She was going to protest, but hearing the edge in Jackson's voice and seeing the look in her eye told her not to.

She gave a quiet nod before offering a small wave to the crew. "Glad you liked it." She said quietly before walking with Jackson from the galley. "What's the matter?" She asked turning to face her. "Isn't this what you wanted? I'm feeling more comfortable around here."
 
Actually, as Jackson left, she was starting to flush. There wasn't a good reason for this, only bad ones. She'd been jealous of the attentions Sybil was getting. She'd been slightly upset that she'd lost control of the situation. she had been staring at Sybil most of the day and wanting to kiss her but felt like she quite shouldn't.

So the woman nearly moaned in frustration when they left, turning, "Tain't fir ye tae be-" she tried, then sighed, shifting, "I- tain't--" she looked about. There were still men there. Grumbling, Jackson grabbed Sybil, pulling her into a tight embrace. Her lips took Sybil's in a hungry kiss, her frustrations poured into the connection, though it was obviously meant to look like the captain's lusts were what overtook her.

Without saying a word, jackson released Sybil. but her eyes were clearly confused. Still, she stalked off toward her captain, muttering. She barked an order to the men, telling them to switch out with some messmates below and get some delicious grub while the getting was good. Then Jackson was in her cabin, nearly slamming the door behind her.
 
Sybil's eyes were wide with a mixture of concern and fear when she was pulled into the kiss. She watched the captain storm off towards the cabin. Her face contorted with worry. She looked about, confused, as if one of the surrounding crew members would be able to explain what just happened.

She looked down at her feet releasing a quiet sigh. She wasn't resisting anymore. She wasn't talking back. She was trying to cooperate and trying to help out. Where had she gone wrong? She walked over to where a barrel was located, taking a seat on it, staring up at the clouds in the sky.

After she finally worked up the courage, she proceeded up to the Captain's cabin. She let herself in without knocking, closing the door behind her. "What did I do this time?" She asked as she crossed her arms, leaning back against the door.
 
Jackson was half-tempted to hit the liquor and drink herself into a stupor. That's generally what idiots did, and she was beginning to suspect she happened to have more than the average share of idiocy. she certainly was cursing herself now.

Then Sybil walked in. Naturally she didn't knock, didn't do anything besides lean against the door. The question was perfectly acceptable too. Though Jackson lowered her gaze, wanting to bluster or something. This was Sybil though, and they were supposed to be building something resembling a relationship.

"Tweren't nothin' ye did," admitted the captain. She sighed, leaning back. "Th' damned Spaniard keeps rubbin' ag'in ye like 'e's a dog in heat. I swear, I'm gonna kick his arse off this ship. an' ye was all smiles an' chuckles in there," which was exactly what Jackson had been hoping for, and been excited about. she groaned and rubbed her face now, desperately not trying to say the obvious truth:

She was jealous, nearly insanely so, and acting stupid because of it.
 
Sybil listened to Jackson's words. She recognized what she was saying but didn't have the heart to press it further. She gave a quiet nod before approaching the woman. She reached out, gently caressing her cheek. "I understand." She said, placing a kiss on the opposite cheek. "You needn't feel this way." Her gaze was soft, almost motherly. She stepped a bit closer to where they were almost touching.

She reached down, taking the pirate's hand in her's. There weren't many other words she could find to sooth her. She couldn't say it was okay, because it wasn't, and she couldn't exactly scold her. She'd already admitted to being in the wrong, which was a first from Jackson. She
 
Jackson nearly flinched at the kiss, but smiled as her fingers threaded through Sybil's. she took the blacksmith girl's hands close to her lips, lightly kissing those fingertips. something told Jackson that Sybil was going to be finding something new to do nearly every day she was aboard this vessel, and that the crew was going to be cheering her on for a few days, till they'd all decide that she was annoying. that would be interesting to watch.

Jackson gave the squeeze another hand, smiling apologetically up at Sybil for a few moments. here, in her cabin, Jackson didn't have to be the pirate captain, but could instead be a woman. She kissed Sybil's hand again, "I think I'm bein' stupid," the pirate admitted, her voice low. "I tain't ne'er had someone I--ne'er mind that. I barely know ye anyway," she shifted, but wasn't letting go. "I-- dammit, ye makin' it really damn hard tae pretend tae be a man, ye know that?"

Now Jackson glared at Sybil, but it was obviously more frustration than anger. she finally let go of Sybil's hand and rose, wiping her hands on her trousers. She paused, looking at the chest that contained the dresses, wondering for a moment. The captain shook her head; couldn't chance wearing one aboard ship. Have to wait till port. Instead, she looked to Sybil.

"Ye'd better find one task ye like doin' an' stick to it, so I can make it official like. Otherwise ye goin' tae get on my--th' crew, th' crew's nerves," the pirate captain shuffled and tried to look commanding, which she actually managed. Just a little harder to actually command Sybil.
 
Sybil shook her head when told to find a specific task. "Nope. Nuh-uh. You told me earlier that I wasn't an official member of this crew, which is the reason I don't have a sword." She crossed her arms, in her usually defiant stance. "As such, I'm not doing anything I don't want to and I'm not going to be convinced to not do something I've set my mind to."

She moved out of the captain's path just in case she had decided to return to the crew. "You may have had my body but you'll never have my mind." She said with a self-righteous smirk. She got the feeling that if she played the role of obedience that Jackson would find she didn't like her as much anyway. Besides, she could only act for so long, she had a mind of her own and she'd make damn sure that everyone remembered it.
 
Jackson's mouth opened and closed a few times, before finally closing. she narrowed her eyes at Sybil, but found that she really couldn't fault the other girl for the argument. It did make perfect sense, what with Jackson's earlier comment. Find, the crew could deal with her. Actually, knowing the crew, they were just as likely to go along with whatever the pretty girl wanted and drive their captain crazy.

The next bit made Jackson grin. Reaching over, she grabbed Sybil's shirt and pulled her close. "So, ye admit that I have y body, aye?" she asked. Leaning over, she kissed Sybil lightly on the mouth. Once, twice, then slowly moved down her neck, leaving a small trail of kisses. once she'd settled, Jackson nipped delicately at the side of Sybil's neck, giving it a lick once or twice before backing up, admiring it. a small, reddish mark showed on Sybil's neck now, or at least the beginnings of one.

"There be me mark," teased Jackson. she lightly touched it, her eyes dancing with merriment as she grinned roguishly at Sybil. The captain looked to the door, wondering if they had ... who was she kidding? she was the captain. There was always time. Though, they had just ate. They really should have a civilized conversation, or simply hold one another.

Or, Jackson could...

"Well, we've some time, Miss Hatchet," joked Jackson. "what would ye like tae do? I'm at ye disposal."
 
Sybil shivered under the surprisingly affectionate attention she was recieving. Her face burned bright red when the captain spoke of the mark left on her neck. "I said had. Had. Had. As in past tense?" She covered her neck with her hand. "Gah... Now you've got me all flustered... It's no mystery what you're fixing to do..." She mumbled, rubbing at the tender spot on her neck.

In truth, her arrousal was abundant, and in her inexperienced nature, easy to provoke. She looked back at the door for a moment before mumbling something incoherent. A moment later she spoke louder but still in a low mumble. "I guess we can have it your way..."
 
Smiling and obviously pleased with herself, like a cat who'd gotten the cream, Jackson strolled over to the door of her cabin, deftly locking it. She slowly moved over to Sybil, letting her eyes devour the other girl. Clearly Jackson wasn't the only one who was feeling urges, which made her quite pleased. Maybe eventually she'd be able to read Sybil and know when the other girl was wanting, instead of guessing or bringing it about.

the pirate slid her arms gently around her lover, pulling her close and again kissing her neck gently. Chuckling, she nuzzled Sybil, whispering in her ear. "Told ye I was a charmin' rogue," Jackson lightly kissed just behind Sybil's ear, working her way down to where she'd left her mark, kissing again. Had. Having. Will have. Now that Jackson had experienced making love with someone like this, she obviously wasn't going to let it go. Her hands were running along Sybil's sides, feeling her.

"Still like ye better in a dress," murmured Jackson. She kissed Sybil again, working over till their lips were meeting. The kisses were soft, plying, wanting to slowly stoke a fire instead of merely devouring one another with passion.
 
Sybil accepted Jackson's advances without question. She was pleased to feel the heat of the other's body against her as she moved her arms around her neck in a loose embrace. She smiled softly, her face flushing with desire. "You only say that because it's easier to get me out of." She teased.

She pressed her lips against the captain's again in a gentle, loving kiss. Her mind was in a far more settled state, now that fear wasn't part of the equation involving sex. She was far more relaxed in her approach this time.
 
Chuckling, Jackson slid her hand underneath the shirt, feeling Sybil's warm skin. She let her fingers move about, dancing light along the skin, reveling in its softness. Hands laced around Jackson's neck, and she willingly kissed the lips that were offered to her.

"Half-true," admitted Jackson. She tugged at the shirt, as if to prove her point, "but I been gettin' out o' these m' entire life. Tain't worn some o' those dresses yet," she kissed Sybil again, running her hands along the girl's sides. She rested them at Sybil's hips, gently swaying them, as though they were slow dancing to a melodic tune.

"I like ye better when ye look like th' woman ye are," explained Jackson. She let her hand slide along the waistband of Sybil's pants, playing with the edge, just touching lightly. another kiss at the neck, and another wanting, nuzzle. For a brief moment, Jackson hoped that she herself could dress pretty for her lover some day, show her what she looked like when she wasn't attempting to be a man. Hopefully their affections wouldn't slake.
 
Sybil offered an irritated glance. "As I'm sure you've come to notice I'm not as lady like as I look." She lowered her arms from Jackson's neck to where her shirt began. Her hands slipping beneath the fabric, running along the toned muscles that were hidden beneath it. A small smile returned to her lips as as she gave a playful nip at the other woman's earlobe, tugging on it gently.

She pulled away, still smiling as she moved her hands around behind the pirate's back, tracing gentle circles on her spine. She wanted eagerly to feast her eyes on the entirety of the captain's body. The night prior had been so heated and everything had moved so quickly that she'd caught only glimpses of the woman's flesh.
 
"I like that bit too," agreed Jackson. she laughed and hummed a little, feeling the hands along her muscles. Sybil was getting into the play as well, both touching and exploring. Last night had been in the heat of passion, now they could move slower, learn one another and what would work. Jackson lightly kissed Sybil neck while she could, and smiled as the woman pulled away.

her own hands again rested upon Sybil's hips, holding them, admiring the womanly shape of them. she could feel the hands upon her spine, and it made her tremble. A look into Sybil's eyes made the piratess aware of what was wanting. She bit her lip, looked to the door, then nodded. Yes, they could look upon one another, and Jackson was willing to go first, if Sybil wanted it.

"I've a few scars," admitted the pirate. "Tain't all roses an' good eats."

that and the girl knew she was more lean than anything, almost boyish. Her breasts had never blossomed like some of the tavern wenches, like even Sybil's own. Her hips were narrow. Instead of fat, she had a lean look to her, something like a predatory animal. There were times when Jackson didn't even feel feminine at all, though she tried not to let it bother her as much as it did. Still, she was nearly tense as she waited to see who should be undressing her.
 
Sybil offerred a small smile as her hands fell to the trim of the pirate's shirt. "I thought women were supposed to be attracted to scars..." She said, her hands moving to lift the shirt away from the beautiful pirate. "At least in this case, I know I am..." She moved slowly, wanting to savor every last inch of Jackson's body. As the shirt was lifted away she slowly lowered herself to her knees, reaching for the waist of her pants, her fingers making short work of the lacing and moving to pull them away. A hungry look in her eyes as she did so.

She pushed herself up from the ground as she looked upon the beautiful woman in her entirety. She felt her breath escape her as she stared, unable to breath much less move. It wasn't as though she had no idea what a naked woman looked like, but it was the first time she looked upon one that wasn't her reflection, and the beauty was awe-inspiring.
 
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