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Out of the frying pan... (Deerpoob X Lyra)

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A yell echoed through the streets of the small port town as a young man dashed out of a bar, behind him stumbled a pair of clearly drunk, or at least drunker then the man, pirates. The yelled after him, calling him a cheater and making idle threats about what they would do to his guts or hang him from this or that. The man looked back, worried but not overly so he found himself running towards the docks. His reddish brown hair was messy and disheveled from a night of drinking, his black long sleeved shirt was slightly ripped at the neck, he would have to have that fixed later, a pair of boots and dark grey pants completed his outfit. From the look of him he was definitely not a pirate, he didn't have that sailors look to him, more then likely just a common thief. He was handsome in a boyish sort of way.

Finally stopping and sitting on some boxes on a dock he took deep breaths and rested, after a minute or so he was sure he lost them and grinned to himself, as it to wipe the smirk off his face a bullet embedded itself in one of the crates nearby and he ducked behind them, how had they followed him so far? he had lost them halfway across town....
 
The men continued to draw closer, all holding pistols at the ready. Even the one who had fired had a knife drawn for when they reached the little bastard. "Ya'll not be cheatin' us and just walkin' away, lad. Ya can lay to that," he calls, drunkenly slurring his words. They had drawn so close now, that if the little bugger bolted they'd have no trouble at all shooting him dead.

Then suddenly, a much different voice was heard. It was softer and smoother, undoubtedly feminine yet unmistakably possessed of a dangerous edge. "Heyo boyos," It greeted with a pleasant enough lilt, yet it still managed to somehow come off as menacing. "That be my cargo ye are shootin' holes in there. I hope ye are plannin' ta compensate me fer 'em."

The men, distracted from their quarry for a moment turn to look at the woman. She was a tall one, dressed in a loose canvas shirt and a pair of breeches that were tucked into stereotypical, but undeniably fashionable, swashbuckler boots. Her long chestnut hair was tied in a loose pony tail and draped across one shoulder. "Bugger off, missy. We got a score ta settle with this one."

A malicious smile crossed the woman's face. "Well now, ain't that a might rude o' ye? Though I s'pose I canna fault ye fer it. I mean I haven't e'en proper introduced meself, 'ave I? I'm Katey. You know, Cap'n Katey?" she explained, and it immediately had the desired affect. They'd heard of her alright, and what they had heard had put the fear of God in them.

"Beggin' pardon, Madame. We jus' hadn't realized. We'll glady gladly pay ya fer yer damages," the nonminal leader stuttered, his face ashen.

"That'll do boys," she replied, allowing them to relax now that they had been properly cowed. "Ye just be on yer way and leave this 'un ter me." Without another word, they complied double time. And so, turning to the boy with an amused smile, she asks, "And what were that all about boyo?"
 
He looked at her, should he be afraid? She was very obviously a pirate and of some renown too, he took a deep breath "thanks....." he said slowly, looking at the boxes "sorry about them boxes." he spoke differently then her, obviously not one who had spent alot of time around sailors or pirates. As she asked for an explanation he thought carefully "them drunks thought it was wise to bet there money when they couldn't tell there fingers from there toes....can't blame a man for taking advantage of stupidity like that can ya?" He grinned, hoping she would see things his way.

Yes he had tried to cheat them out of there money, but only because they were pirates and only because he knew they would fall for it, it wasn't there money to begin with was it? who were they to complain when they were robbed. Sighing he nodded to her "thank you again m'am, but I should be going lest they come back braver" he turned to walk past her off the dock, she could easily block him in on the thin wooden planks if she so chose.

To her she would see a young man of about 20 or so, strong but fairly thin, not poor but not exactly wealthy either, the kind of man that probably dreamed of pirates and privateers as a child, only now realizing the dangers they caused and faced everyday, and was now simply trying to make his way in the world, perhaps he had been wronged by some pirates and stealing from them was a way of paying them back.
 
Katey raised an eyebrow at the young man's explanation. "Oh, ye can sure they'll be back, boyo. If no' tonight, then another. Were I you, I'd no' be here by the mornin'," she explained in what some might recognize as a brogue. "Yer a marked man now, boyo. There'll be a price on yer head ere the month is out, so ye better find somewhere right safe to hole up or ye'll not live ter see another year."

With that she turns and lifts, actually lifts, one of the crates as if it were light as air and hauls it onto the ship. A few moments later she came out to repeat the process.
 
His eyes went wide, those crates were big! he wasn't sure he could lift one of them by himself at all, he sighed "yeright...." he said quieter then he intended "they'd hardly give upso easily..." he looked to her "wheres yer ship headed?" he asked curiously, perhaps he could ride with them, work to pay for his passage, and get off at there next stop, he had no family here, nothing particular tying him to this town.....

Now that he looked at the woman, working easily with the boxes he found her to be beautiful, there was no way those men had acted like that on looks alone, they were afraid of her reputation, which worried him. She had proven at least better then them, and by the time he had booked passage on another ship he might be dead, he needed out as soon as possible.
 
"Away from here come tha mornin'," she replied, "And tha's all that can be fer sure." Picking up the final crate, she give the boy a look of consideration. "But this ain't no passenger ship if tha's wut yer thinkin', and ye don' look much of a seaman..." she adds before trailing off. Then with a shrug she turns to haul her load onto the ship.

Truth was, she could think of another use for him though. Still, she found the thought of him squirming a bit to be amusing. All he had to do was take the bait.
 
"only been on a boat once...as a kid" he admitted to her and looked down "I'll be alrigh, I swear, Ill'clean the floors or whatever can to pay for the trip....please" He was growing increasingly desperate, remembering the men, how close those bullets had been, the flash of the mans steel knife....he looked up to the ship, he had no idea where it would take him, but at this point anywhere was better then here. "I-I don't even have much stuff, I can get it and be back in minutes...." he looked at her pleadingly, unaware of what her plans for him were.
 
The woman paused and turned to look down at the boy from where she stood on the gangplank. "Anythin' ye say? Now tha is a might temptin... Hmm, well I don' need no more hands but I s'pose I could find somewhat fer ye to do," she says, somewhat mischievously. "But do ya really think it's a good idea to be walkin' back ter get a few trinkets? Bit of a risk if ye ask me." And besides, she could see the potential for a bit more sport with him, if all he had left to him in the world were the clothes on his back. "Besides, we 'ave to watch our weight. We made a big haul this last underway."
 
He sighed and nodded, he could see she was trying to get him to come aboard right away, but she still had a point. Quietly following her up the gangplank. His eyes looked around the ship nervously, would the men be as open as she was? he was a bit worried her crew wouldn't be much different then the men he had escaped, they would look for an excuse to be rid of him, with either a bullet a knife, or perhaps simply dumped into the ocean when the captain wasn't looking. Now that he thought of it why did the captain want him on board? Her wording had been...confusing to say the least and he felt nervous, some special job that this ship had maybe? who knew, but he couldn't help but worry about it a bit.
 
The deck was empty for the most part, save one man. "Oi, Hans tell der boys ter handle this last one fer me in de mornin'," she said as she approached the tall, well muscled Dutchman. "Oh, and uh..." she began, glancing at her 'passenger' meaningfully before standing on her tip toes to whisper something in the man's ear. Whatever she told him made him chuckle softly and step below decks, and as he disappeared she flashed the boy a smile and a wink.

When Hans returned, he was carrying a bundle of cloth which he casually tossed at the new kid. It turned out to be a canvas hammock. "Foller me," she told the boy before leading him to the Cabin. "Ye'll be stayin in here wit' me. I think I could do with a personal servant," she says smiling evilly.
 
He blushed as she winked at him, what was she planning? maybe it was better if he stayed on land.... He caught the canvas as it was thrown at him and looked at it "thanks..." he said to the Dutchman, nodding. "Wait what?" he was being taken below "your personal servant...." it didn't sound so bad, he would serve her food, maybe carry her charts and tools, maybe even help her dress in the morning, but that smile....that smile worried him.

He took the oppounturnity to look around under the deck of the ship, rooms filled with cargo, foods and supplies mostly, he assumed they hid there treasures before coming into port, only bringing in what they needed to sell for more supplies "a-and what will I be doing as your servant?" he asked, it was too late to leave now, there was no way she would let him, but he hoped she might at least give him a glimpse into what his future would hold.
 
"What I tell ye to to do. Jus' like ev'ryone else," she told him with a playful laugh. Just then, they reached the cabin door. "Well now, you jus' gonna stand dere like a lump or are yer gonna open the door fer me?" It was obvious she was still teasing, her smile was easy going and non-threatening. "I promise it won' be nothin that'll kill ye."

There was something odd about the room. The windows that had once provided a view of the sea were all boarded up tight. she pointed over to a corner. "Ye can set up yer hammoc over thar and I suggest ye get some rest. It'll be daybreak afore long and the ship will be settin' sail. Ye'll be part o' the night watch along with me as that's when we like to 'ave our little scuffles," she explains. "Oh, and I wouldn't stray outta this room without me. Tha boys will be back from their drinkin soon and it'll take Hans a bit of time ter let 'em know not to gut ye on sight."
 
He went to open the door for her as she asked it, but stopped when she opened it first "sorry..." he said sheepishly and tried to smile back, still feeling uneasy. He looked around "why...are the windows boarded up? did they break in a fight or something?" he asked, but quietly went to the corner and began to hang his hammock up "Night watch...alright I think I can handle that." he turned to her, and took a deep breath "you don't want anything right now then?" he asked as he sat on the hammock, testing his weight on it and removing his boots, it would feel good to lay down for a while "stay in here....simple enough" he would have know that himself, he definitly didn't want to get stabbed, not while he had escaped just barely once this night, he wasn't keen to try his luck again.
 
"No, no fight. I just dun like the sun in me eyes when I'm tryin ter sleep is all," she explained absently. "And no, I don' need nothin at the moment. I need ter get ter sleep meself," she added as she began to strip off her boots and then her pants and tossing them haphazardly on the floor, leaving her in only her canvas shirt that hung to about mid thigh. Having accomplished that she flopped into the bed in the opposite corner of the room from the newly hung hammock. "Sweet dreams, boyo."
 
He looked at her, blushing madly as she removed her pants, at least the shirt was long....He rolled over into his hammock and closed his eyes, tugging at the canvas so it wrapped almost entirely around him "good night..." he said tiredly, and quickly drifted off to sleep, he dreamed of a sea, he was on a raft, the sky red, the moon black, the sea.....blood? that was unusual, but like more dreams he didnt question it, he held tight to the raft as waves crashed against it, throwing the little boat up and down up and down. Daniel rolled slightly in his sleep, the hammock shook lightly as he moved.
 
As the sun set, the door was thrown open by a man carrying a sea chest which he tossed to the floor with a loud crash. He was followed closely by another carrying a plate of food and a cup of grog, which he sets on a small table set near the boarded up windows. Neither of them said a word the whole time and they leave just as abruptly as they came. Despite all the noise, Katey miraculously remains asleep.
 
He was shaken from his dream and flopped around in the canvas for a few moments before managing to stand finally, what had happened? The captain was still asleep... He saw the food and the chest and looked puzzled, moving to the chest his eyes went wide, it had been taken from under the sea! excitement sent his heart racing and he glanced to the captain, maybe they were leaving it here so she would be the firstto see what was inside....a peek couldnt hurt could it? He carefully went down to undo the latch.
 
"Oi, don' ye know it's not polite ter go through someat don' belong to ya?" Katey called as she finally awoke to see the young man trying to get into the chest. Quicker than the eye could see, she was standing next to him. Her slender arm reached down to wrap her fingers around his throat before lifting him into the air with ease. "I'll break ye of thievin right quick, boyo," she says before tossing him to the floor. "As a matter o' fact. I think I'll just let ye have what's in that chest," she says a vicious and predatory smile on. "But first, I'll be havin yer clothes."
 
"n-no i wasnt stealing!" he said honestly, he wasnt about the steal from a pirate right on her boat "think about it...as soon as i went out there they woul-" he was cut off by her choking him, ladning a few feet away he coughed and looked at her, he suppose he did look suspicious didnt he? But surely shed understand. His eyes went wide, he could havethe treasure...for his clothes "all of them?" he could see now why she was so feared, he would he hard pressed to name a man that could lift somone so effortlessly...it made sense now with the crates, she could probebly break his arm like a storm breaks a rigging rope, he looked down and his cheeks grew crimson as he remived his shirt, then slid down his pants, he kept his legs in such a way she couldnt see his member, trying to preserve some dignity...it was still better then being gutted in an alley he decided thought, whatever it took to live, these were the words he lived by. He nervously looked up at her, and felt the colour drain from his face, what was this woman? He couldnt move, that smile, this was her ship, he would be gutted if he went out, especially nude and running, surely she didnt intend on killing him, and yet through it all his curiousity about the chest was still there, what was inside? It might be worth this fear and humiliation.
 
The captain's grin widened as the last of the man's clothing came off. "Aww, Whatsa matter there boyo? Coverin yerself up like a shy little girl. Well, that's fittin I s'pose," she taunted as she gathered up the garments along with his boots. "Ye jus' sit tight now," she said, still grinning evilly. "And don' you go openin tha' chest till I get back, ya hear?"

With that, she left the boy alone in the cabin. She hadn't even bothered to throw on her own clothes before storming out the door, so intent had she been on her justice. When she came back, she was empty handed. "Let that be a lesson to ye. An eye for an eye on this ship. Ye take from me or any 'un else, ye get taken from," she ranted. "I have half a mind ter let ye go out on deck like tha'. Lucky fer ye, even I ain't tha' cruel."
 
He shivered and attempted a scowl, looking rather pathetic on the ground, naked and covering
Himself he eyed the chest, what was inside? He needed to know but managed to resist the urge to open it.

He looked at her fearfully when she came back "w-where are my clothes?!" he was thin and fairly pale, men who worked on ships often worked shirtless, he clearly was not one of those men. He looked down, hoping she wouldnt be mad, what could he do? He tuned and quietly shuffled to his hammock, staring at the floor before turning back to her "so whats in the chest?" he asked, feeling a shiver when he looked at her, he never imagined a woman could terrify him like she seemed to so easily, he shook his head "so whats in this chest?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady, glad she hadnt sent him out onto the deck, and desperatly just wanting to sit in his little house and get drunk, he had never wanted a drink more then he did now.
 
The woman just laughed. "Well ya see about four months ago, we come across this ship in the dead of night. We was along side 'em and boarded her afore they could e'en beat to quarters. Turns out they was French and they was haulin' a new gubnor and his wife o'er to one of their colonies in the Americas. So they turn o'er all the loot they was carryin, nice as you please. Me boys was going through some o' it a few days afore we pulled into town back there and they finds this here sea chest. They took a look at what was inside and they decides I should 'ave it as a sort o' joke on top o' me share," she explains. Then, suddenly she lashed out with her foot, kicking the lid open.

"It were the gubnor's wife's ya see," she says, gesturing to the contents. Inside were all manner of expensive dresses and other accessories. "So, at least ye won't have to go naked."
 
"his....wife?" his heart sank, looking at the collection of womens clothing, was she really going to do this to him? He wasnt sure which he prefered...naked or dressed as a woman, in truth he could make a fairly passable girl, thin body and no noticable facial hair, he stepped up to look at it, and slowly dug throught it...surely the woman had to have some pants? No...everything either tight form fitting corset dresses or low cleavage flashing, hardly a good selection, he looked up to the captain, unsure what to feel, quietly he pulled out something, a deep red dress with low shoulders, he figured it was as good as any. A pair of long black gloves seemed meant to go with it, and a silver locket of some sort, but he ignored those and took the dress to his hammock, staring at it...maybe he could cut it...some how sew it into skmething a bit more suitable? But he had nothing to work with. After a few moments he quietly pulled it on, as if just to mock him it was almost a perfect fit, thought the breasts were clearly meant to be larger, he looked at her, face almodt matching the dress in shame "so this is why you too me on board? For your amusement and to humilate me..." he tried to be careful with his words, reminding himself it was still better then a split gut....right? As long as he wasnt seen by the crew he felt he could deal with it, at least she was a woman and only one, that made it a little better. Something about the dress felt comfortable, his legs were free.
 
"Ye'll watch yer tone wit' me, boyo," she tells him, face deadly serious. "I'm no' the one who spit in the face o' the woman who saved me life no' e'en a day afore now. Ye should be thankful it weren't just yer clothes that went o'er the side. In fact, I believe that's twice ye owe me yer life as the usual punishment fer a thief is maroonin."

"So, if your done wit' yer whinin' I suggest ye have yer dinner seein as how you got all dressed up fer it, Princess," she spat out, gesturing to the food still sitting on the table. "I've got some business ter attend to up top." Without another word, she got dressed and left the boy to his own devices.
 
She had a point, but what did she expect from
Him? She had rescued him on a whim and now tortured him just the same, he said notbing, sitting down and taking the food, eatingly hungrily, and looking rather unladylike, he tried to forget her sudden seriousness, it scared him to no end, he quietly finished and put the cup on the plate, standing, his legs felt cold, it was strange
And annoying, he hadnt been trying to steal from her, but she clearly didnt belive that, curiousity had always gotten him into trouble, infact thats what started this whole mess, he had seen how drunk the men were and he was curious, would they fall for his trick? Betting against themselves and practially handing him there money, he had to control it before it got him killed. Walking back over to the trunk he looked at the locket, it would be worth a bit of money, was the captaintrue to her word, was ALL of it his? As embaressing as it would be he could sell that for quite a bit of eight when they landed, easily getting some proper clothes.
 
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