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A Pirates Life [Rekoj & Lunar]

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[LunarDysis]

Supernova
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Jan 25, 2009
"Miss.."

A soft voice asked and a light groan was heard just as the form upon the bed rolled over and she gave a soft sigh. The young woman in the bed opened her eyes to see her maid leaning over the bed a bit with a silly smile upon her face. "Time to get up, Miss." She said, pulling the blanket back and the woman groaned softly. The warm air greeting her body just before she sat up and turned. Letting her feet meet the wooden floor beneath her and she stood up slowly as she pulled her night gown off and let her maids help her get cleaned and dressed. She wasn't fully dependent, she could take care of herself and she had proved that before. But now she had no choice, she had the chance to show that she was in-dependent when her and the love of her life decided that they would get a ship and sail off together.

Though, when he had left to get the ship. He.. never came back. Leaving here to be a prettied up doll to hang on some proper mans arm. Though her eyes traveled up as she looked at herself in the mirror, her hair pulled up into a bun and her head cocked to the side. Her name was Christine, Christine Johnson. She was now young at twenty-one. Her father still trying to get her married to certain men who she turns down. Almost expecting them to do what had happened to before, not letting go of the past. She thanked her maids as they finished tying up her corset and then tying up her dress along her back. She wore a long black and maroon colored dress, quiet heavy but it hugged her figure nicely. Her hair a dark chocolate brown which hung down to her shoulder blades and her eyes a deep ocean blue. Almost the color of the Blue Diamond necklace. Her skin was tanned, smooth to the touch and her breasts a good size of close to a 38 C.

She wasn't as proper as her father would have liked, she took after her mother and having the love of her life before.. well he wasn't the best influence on her. Running away, being loud and almost obnoxious. Sure, she wasn't as obnoxious but she still ran and was loud sometimes, still being scorned. But some of it paid off as he had sent her to finishing school to become proper, most of the teachers hating her. Some etiquette had gotten through her but not all of it. Her black heels clicked upon the deck of her fathers ship which was sailing back home. Having just left to England, to trade money for food and food for valuable objects they were now almost halfway home. It was morning now, the sun slowly peaking just over the horizon of the sea and she smiled as she greeted her father, leaning against the railing.

"It's going to be a beautiful day.." He father spoke with a smile.
 
"Watch the cross wind! Oi! Jack! What in the hell are you doing over there? I said arm the port cannons! Not starboard!" A voice called over the noise of the ragged wooden ship crashing against the waves. Captain Johnathon Flint was in charge of this ship, and it was obvious from all of the crew members watching him. He gave the orders, and his crew listened, and that was the way it was upon his ship. The ship had a name, but only he knew it, all of his crew members only knew it as their home. Captain Flint stared into the sunrise, and grinned, there it was, like a ripe fruit fresh for picking. The ship was sailing eastwards, and currently trying to sail into the wind. This gave John the unfair advantage. He pointed forwards and shouted to his crew, "WE HAVE A TARGET!"

A joyous cheer sounded from the crew, the captain might frequently push them to their very limits. But he gave them what they wanted when they wanted something. They were pillagers, thieves, and warriors. And they were the best of the best, that was the only thing Captain Flint accepted. If you weren't good enough, you were let go. But he was a classy captain, if you weren't just going to cut it, he was going to get you liquored up one night and drop you off at the nearest port. Or, if you annoyed the Captain, then you'd be dropped off on an island of your own. It depended on his mood that day, apparently. Jade green eyes stared out into the ocean as pearly whites grinned seeing the ship approach closer and closer in the warm sunrise. He shouted out to his best troops, "MAN THE ROPES! Let's board them and hit them quickly!" Jumping up on top of the steering wheel of the gigantic ship, he grabbed a rope from the mast. He prepared himself to hop across, his dark leather slacks and jacket covering a dark green collared shirt underneath.

Only he knew this was no ordinary pillaging, and it was best that way. He had been tracking this ship for many days now, this could be it, this could be one with the woman with deep ocean blue eyes. It may not be her, but he'd been searching for 6 years and never had he felt like this. The sight of the ship brought hope to him, it reminded him much of the one her father previously owned. It had been previously pillaged and burned, but Christine had not been aboard that one. He couldn't know for sure if it was him, but he was willing to risk everything to find out. The ship grew ever closer and closer as Captain Flint shouted one last command, before leaving his ship to his first mate. "Men, BOARD THE SHIP!" At once, around 10 pirates and thugs and villains swung over the open sea and onto the unsuspecting ship.
 
Christine's eyes peered up slowly, watching as the sun rose and squinting them as they grew brighter. She felt her fathers hand touch her back and smile though it dropped and she looked up to him, to see his once happy face gone and fear struck hard upon it. "What's wrong, father?" she asked and turned her body slowly, leaning over the railing. Once she did she about lost her breath to see the ship that was gaining on them. It was no ordinary ship.. It was a pirate ship and her heart pounded, not in excitement but that fact that they were pulling up beside them and their ropes ready. They were being attacked! She stepped back and grunted as her father grabbed her arms and pushed her, "I can help!" She yelled, glaring at him as her father glared right back. "But sweetie.. that was pretend. This is the real thing." He said, worry in his voice and he pushed her. "Go, now. I don't want to see you slain upon the deck of my ship." He ordered, his voice stern and she looked up.

Just as she did she could see the bodies of the pirates swinging freely over the open sea and soon to their ship. Her father was right, sure she wasn't a full lady and she had used swords. But it was pretend and she moved to her room, moving in as she rushed her maids inside, slamming the door shut as her fingers fumbled with the lock but managed to get it twisted and she stepped back slowly. Her heels lightly clicking with each slow step as her back pressed against the wall in her room by her window and her eyes closed. She looked over to her maids, 'Under the bed." she ordered and the women gladly ran to the bed before ducking and crawling underneath.

If the pirates were to get into her room, there wouldn't be enough room for her but she pulled open her closet. Her father had kept an extra sword in her closet incase something like this happened. Though he didn't want her to use it incase they had come into the room. Grabbing the sword she unsheathed it slowly and breathed as she turned and moved beside the door behind it where it would open and she quieted and calmed her breathing as best as she could. She could take them.. and she'd show it.
 
Captain Flint commanded respect from his men, but he earned it. He earned his reputation as one of the most feared sword fighters in all of the seven seas (and on the land.) He landed on the bridge of the other ship, quickly sneering at the man in charge of the wheel. It only took the sneer for the man to turn tail, letting Captain Flint turn around into two crew members who boldly challenged him with their swords. At the same time. One of them stabbed low, the other sliced high. Johnathon ducked the high slice while taking his sword and turning aside the low stab. He quickly countered the low stab, by taking his sword and driving it into the gut of the poor crew member. He pulled it out so quickly that the other guard hadn't recovered from the missed slice, and he didn't even see the blade cut through his neck.

Captain Flint didn't look as if he'd been in any sort of battle, as he nimbly stepped his way down the stairs to the main deck, and stealthily stepped up behind the ship captain. The aging man had pulled out his sword, and was looking around in fear, waiting for battle. John didn't even hesitate as he swung his sword hard over the head of the captain, cleanly slicing off the top of the man's hat and knocking the sword flying out of his hands. He held his sword to the captain's neck and ordered, "Surrender your ship, or else you, followed by every last living person on this ship will suffer the same fate as that member of your crew."

Taking his sword, Captain Flint pointed to the headless corpse of the unfortunate guard. It only took the old man one look at the corpse before he shouted, "I SURRENDER!" The aging man with white hair, was not thinking of his own life when he saw the decapitated crew member. He was thinking of his daughter's, and the innocent men and women on board. He panted as he repeated himself, "I surrender."

All it took was one shout from Flint, "HO!" as he threw his arms up into the air. His men celebrated, their respective sword fights ending at the call of surrender and Flint's one-word order to cease and desist. Flint pointed to three members of his crew and ordered, "Round up any goodies from downstairs. Tonight, this ship will burn, as a reminder of what I can do." Taking his sword, he pointed to yet another crew member, "Round up all of the people on deck, and get them all cornered by the wheel."

Flint looked over to his ship, and held his palm up in the air, as soon as he did a cheer could be heard from his pirate crew. Walking confidently, but still keeping his sword in hand, Flint began to inspect the ship, as his crew now knew what to do. They'd done it before, many times, and Flint knew he could trust them. Making his way towards the nearest door, he opened it, and found what he thought, was an empty bedroom.
 
She heard her father yell out that they surrendered and her heart sunk down. He didn't even put up a fight? She sighed, ready to set her sword down but heard the knob turning on the door and soon seeing aman step in. And it definitely wasn't her father, a young man. A young pirate, but her eyes narrowed and she yelled out, giving him enough time to turn around as she lifted her sword and brought it down. Gasping, their swords clashing as she watched him turn. Though not even recognizing who this man was. "Get off my fathers ship, you filthy pig." She snarled, hold her sword against his as she peered down. She stepped to the side before swinging once more, grunting as she stepped back as their swords clanked and clashed, metal scraping one another but she finally caught his, holding it between them.

"Get out of here! And if you can, get off the ship. There is a port near here." She said to her maids., her maids climbing out from under the bed quickly and out of the room before crying out lightly. Though seeing that they were caught and taken to the mast, tied around it. Her heart pounded and she pulled her sword back, pointing the tip right towards him. "Fine.. take what you want. But leave my father and his crew alone. And leave us be." She growled. Her finger running along the hilt of the sword, her heart pounding after the several thrusts and swings she took at him but each one he had met.
 
Flint was lucky to get his blade up in time to stop the initial swing from whoever was hiding inside of the bedroom, and that scared him. He normally didn't like to have to be lucky, he preferred to use his skill. After the first block, he nimbly blocked each and every other one. Calling out to the maids as they ran past, "I wouldn't take her advice-" he was interrupted by the clang of metal as he had to move his sword quickly to the left to block her swing, "These happen to be shark infested waters." Turning back towards the woman in the room, he wondered if it was her.

She sure as hell sword fought like his lost Christine, she was talented with a blade, but Captain Flint simply couldn't know until he got her on board. He knocked the tip of her sword away and said, "Put that away, you're going to get one of us hurt. I'm done with your father and his crew, I shall hurt no more, and you're lucky, my dear. I'm being kind enough to send them off to shore on a rowboat, unlike many ships where I've just slain all on board. You can ask my crew, I've done it before," he quickly turned his head to face his crew, "Haven't I?"

He was cocky in the sword-fight, turning his head away from hers as his crew all mumbled and nodded in agreement. He quickly turned his head back and said, with a little attitude, "See?"
 
She narrowed her eyes and rolled her eyes, "What.. is that supposed to impress me?" She asked and scoffed, he acted just like her lost love.. and she sighed. Cocky.. "Oh, get one of us hurt? you're worried about that, but yet you'll slain anyone who gets in your way?" She laughed and stepped to the side. "Fine.. get the rowboats ready. Let me ride with my father and you can take everything you want." Christine muttered, dropping the tip of her sword before sheathing it back and her hand still held a tight grasp on it. Her eyes could burn a hole in any man when angered and she was quite.. angered towards him. Her eyes seemed that they got darker and she shoved past the Pirate Captain.

She felt a few hands of his crew grasp her arm and she grunted, "Get off me!" she snarled and kicked her feet just as her flung her arms and she managed to get out of their grasp and she caught sight of her father by the railing and she neared him. "Just let us go.. please." She said as her father held onto her protectively and she breathed in.
 
Captain Flint only smiled and scratched his beard as she walked by. She acted a lot like his long lost Christine, he caught a glimpse of her eyes and he was almost sure it was her. But even if it was her, he couldn't call her out on it now. It was too dangerous, in front of the crew. As his crew grabbed at her, he shouted, "OI! Hands off!"

Walking through his confused crew, he pointed them back to carrying items across the wooden planks that had now been set up between the two idle ships. His crew worked fast, they knew the drill well enough by now. He stepped through and looked at the crowd on the rowboat. He took the woman in the dress by the arm her father didn't have, and wrenched her away from the crowd on the rowboat. Explaining to his crew, he said to them, "Hands off, because this one's mine!"

However, he whispered into her ear as he turned back to the quickly filling rowboat. "Tell your father it will be alright, I will not harm you, I was just putting a show on for my crew. Trust me."

He knew it was an odd request, for her to trust somebody she had just fought with, but that's what made him think it was her. And that's what made him think she would trust him, that fight. He knew her father always wanted to hinder it, keep that fight hidden deep down within her. But that wasn't who she was, and she was never happy having to be his good girl. Even if she didn't know it was him, (which was the only think keeping him from thinking it was Christine), he hoped that that fight within her would make her realize she'd be happier on board with him. He had taken a gamble, and hoped it would pay off.
 
Christine turned with her father towards the boat, her leg lifting but she was caught off guard when her arm was grasped and she yelped as she was practically wrenched away from her father. Grunting as she ran face first into the captain, her hands flinging out to shove him. Though she stopped as she heard the mans words, her eyes down to the wooden deck and she sneered up to him. "Why should I trust you?" She asked, shaking her arm to break it free from his grasp. She stepped back slowly and and watched the Captain. Looking over, she saw her father looking towards her with a worried and concerned look and she sighed softly. She didn't even know this man, but she knew she'd be happier on the seas.

But what if she stayed and he took advantage, there was a good and bad side to this choice and she swallowed. Her hair blew in the wind and she stepped forward to her father and she sighed softly. "Daddy.. It's going to be all right." She said and he shook his head, "Don't you even dare do this." He growled and she moved her hands. "He won't hurt me.. I.. I can trust him." She said, as she watched him. She felt something, she knew she could.. oddly. He seemed true to his word, but she'd soon find out. "I'll be okay." She nodded, "I'll be home soon." She said as the crew and her father were in the rowboat, being lowered.
 
Flint turned back towards his crew as the rowboat was being lowered into the ocean, noting they had done all of the pillaging that could be done. They were now setting up barrels of gun powder on the ship, getting ready to blow it sky high as a warning to any nearby ships, that Flint and the crew of the Lady Christine were out on the sea. Flint offered out his hand to the lady of the ship, and offered her his hand as he led her towards the planks between the two ships. He gave her a bow as he let her step onto the planks, the rest of the crew back on the pirate ship whistling and cat-calling as the lady came aboard.

Flint followed her, standing between the two ships on the plank, letting whoever this lady was get across the planks first. He called out to the crew, "Ah, easy! Down boys, like I said, this lady is mine! You've all stolen enough gold, fancy clothes and charm from those good there folks sailing away to be able to woo over any lady at the next port we stop at! Tomorrow, we head for land!" he called out to his crew, which was followed by a raucous cheer. Flint pulled out a matchbox from his pocket, and struck the match against the wood beneath him. It sparked up quickly, and he threw it upon the gun powder on the previously elegant ship. Stepping across the planks quickly, he ordered his first made, "Anchor's aweigh! Let's go, go, go! We've got about 2 minutes until that flame reaches the stash in the mess hall! Come on!" he shouted, stepping down onto the deck and taking the lady's hand. He guided her towards his personal room on the ship, whispering in her ear again as the crew got the ship moving, "If you're going to be on this ship, there's two things we need to take care of. Firstly, we need to get you properly equipped, that sword you had on the other boat was rubbish, too improperly balanced. And the second, I'll need to know your name.." as he finished speaking, he held open the door to his quarters.
 
"You treat me as if I'm some piece of meat." She looked to him, her eyes narrowed and she heard his men chuckle. She turned back, her eyes a-burning with fire and listened to them become quiet before cheering out to his words. She turned, seeing her father and his crew in the small row boat, getting away as fast as they could from the ship that was so close to being blown into bits. Though she was pulled away from the railing and forced to follow the Captain to his quarters and she sighed softly. "What, you want me part of your crew? so you can have your way with me at any time?" She asked, cocking her brow and she rolled her eyes. "That sword was just fine! You're just antsy because you're surprised at how well I fought." She smirked and peered around.

"My name is Christine. And why the hell do you need to know my name?" She turned back around, "If you were putting on a show, just drop me off. Get a row boat ready and put me on it, damn it!" She demanded and pointed out to the railing just above deck, her eyes narrowed up and towards the Captain. "And who the hell are you? You demand my name but won't tell me yours. That's very courtesy like.." She scoffed.
 
He ignored her protests, her vicious words, he barely heard them, there was only one word that mattered to him. Christine.

His heart seemed to skip a beat, but he didn't want to get his hopes up yet. If it was truly Christine, why hadn't she noticed him yet? Was it the beard? He had been clean shaven when he had been with her and being out on the sea for months on end didn't give him a chance to maintain that. His deep sea green eyes stared into hers, as he responded, "No, the sword was too heavy on the blade, the Christine I knew was much better with a blade than that."

He looked into her eyes, and he no longer cared if it was her or not, nobody else had such fight, nobody else had such deep eyes he could get lost in, and nobody had the same attitude she had. He leaned in, and his lips met hers in a kiss, he kissed her hungrily, passionately, but not for long. He quickly pulled away and said, praying to God she would know what he was talking about, and who he was, "Christine, it's me. It's Johnathon. I'm sorry for the show I had to put on in front of the boys, but they couldn't know. I've been looking for you, for so long..." He leaned in and stole another kiss from her shocked lips.
 
Her eyes narrowed, "Well then, I must be the wrong Christine." She said and crossed her arms but suddenly she gasped as she felt his lips on hers, deeply, passionately and she pulled back. Her hand moving, wanting to slap the man but she froze when she heard him speak. 'It's\ me Johnathon.' She swallowed, her hand shaking lightly just as it grew into a fist. Though her eyes were wide, her lips parted in shock. Her johnathon? More so her old Johnathon? She was brought back to reality as she felt another kiss upon her lips. The shocked reaction disappeared and a quite angered one grew.

Her hand flew up, flattening out from the fist as her palm met his face and quite roughly. Knowing quite well she could have hit him harder, her chest heaving up and down. "Johnathon?!" She asked and stepped back, "You're searching for me..? You left me back home!" She growled and pointed in front of her, out to the sea. "And you think, that kidnapping me.. destroying my fathers ship and then forcing them into a small row boat is going to help this matter? You're wrong. If this is what you are planning." She gasped out, not breathing during it as she slowly caught her breath. Her eyes alight with fire and rage, she loved him so much back then, and promised to get a ship for them to sail off together. He had left to get their dreams started and.. he never came back. Years had passed since that day, and so had her love for him.
 
"I made you a promise Christine, I promised you, you and I, on a ship, into the sun. I saw my opportunity one night, to make that dream possible, and I took it. The ship left in the sunrise, I didn't even have time to come home and get anything organized. It was my only opportunity to make our dream a reality Christine..." there was pain in his deep blue eyes. It was evident, not from the slap, but from her rejection of him. All of these years, when he had sailed the seas, his love for her never faded. Every time he wondered if he was doing the right thing, he'd sort himself out by reminding who he was fighting for. He did not like the violence, the brutality, the death that happened out on the seas- but he loved the sea. And he loved Christine, he was ready to die, and kill, to make their dream a reality.

He took her hand into his, and kissed it. He looked up into her eyes and reminded her, "I never kidnapped you, you had a choice. You could've left with them on the rowboat, but there was something that made you stay with me. Stay upon this ship, my ship, our ship." He lowered her hand, and looked into her eyes, his eyes filled with a hope that she would understand. He had done it for her, all for her.
 
"You promised.. but you never told me a thing. You left me high and dry, with no idea where you were. So what, you couldn't tell me.. you could have written me." She said, her voice cracking. Still not able to believe that this was him.. she looked up to him and she sighed softly. "I don't know..It's been six years.. Johnathon." She moved her hand from his grasp. "You love me still because you knew what was going on.. I had no idea. You were gone, you suddenly disappeared. I cried for days.. months. I felt as if I shouldn't be alive with out you. But I finally realized..that I had to move on." She looked down and she felt her eyes water before she forced the tears back.

She would not break.. She felt her heart skip with just the sight of him. But that wasn't enough to make her fall back in love with him. She didn't know how to feel for him, there he was a handsome man, loving and caring. She knew he was all of that.. But when your loved one suddenly disappears.. how do you handle that? She moved her hand and turned, her arms crossed over her stomach, moving to the window in the room.
 
Johnathon stepped after her and his hands soon found their way to her shoulders, pulling her back to his chest. He leaned in and whispered, "I'm sorry, I couldn't have written, I saw a legitimate chance to work towards our dream. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity to have everything we ever needed, and I had to take it. I couldn't have written you, I was out at sea. Christine... I'm a pirate ship captain. I couldn't have just left you a message, for your own safety. There are many people out there who want me dead, and who would kill you just to get to me."

He stepped a little closer to her, and kissed her cheek, his lips moving to her ear in a soft whisper, "I'm sorry... I never stopped thinking about you. Every day, you were on my mind. Every day, I woke up and thought of you. For the past few years, I've been searching. Two years after I disappeared, I returned home, to where you were, and you were gone. I've been going from port to port, all over the open seas, praying for the day where I could find you." His hands held her shoulders as he held her close, and suddenly the moment was interrupted by a large boom and a raucous cheer from the crew outside. Her father's ship was now history, simply charred pieces of wood floating upon the open sea. His crew would steer the ship for now, they thought he was in here having his way with a new lady, and that meant 'do not disturb.'
 
Her eyes peered down to the wooden floor beneath them, listening to his words. Her mouth opened to speak but she gasped and moved to look out the window more. Seeing the pieces of the wood landing in the water and the small rowboat slowly disappearing, tears streaming down her face. Feeling her back to his chest and she breathed in softly, wiping her face and she cleared her throat. She turned around and stepped to the side, moving his hands away from her. "We'll have to work on this." She nodded and looked to the side, could she fall back in love with him?

It was unsure. It seemed that he wanted her in his life still, he did this for them. But she just couldn't understand why she never knew. And it also seemed that her fathers goal worked, wanting to have changed her into a young lady. And she was that.. she was still a bit crazy. But she was a bit more proper than she was before, he was changing her. Her eyes traveling up and she looked up to the man. "Where.. do I stay, Captain Flint..?" She asked softly.
 
Johnathon didn't accept his hands being pulled away, he put them back on her shoulders. He accepted that they'd have to work on it, but he wasn't going to have those years of effort come to a climax like this. He took her by the shoulders again when she turned, and he looked at his lover. As she'd always be, in his eyes. He answered softly, "You can stay in my quarters, I don't trust my crew enough with a lady to let you sleep anywhere else. I will sleep on the chair, or somewhere else, it doesn't matter, but my bed is the best on the ship and it's the best for you."

He sighed as he didn't let her go, and looked at the wonderful lady she had become, from head to toe. He looked into her eyes once more, and asked, his palms still upon her shoulders, holding her there. "One kiss, please Christine, and I don't mean me kissing you... I mean one kiss, like the ones you and I used to have all of the time. That's what I want, right now, I am not asking for you to forgive me and accept me again. It's been six long years for me too, and all I ask.. is just, one kiss." He leaned in a little closer, not kissing her, just leaning in so he could get lost in her eyes as he practically begged, "Please?"
 
She grunted, his hands on her shoulders holding her right there and she looked up to him. Though her eyes closed for a moment as he asked her and they re-opened to look into his eyes which were only inches away from her own, their lips so close and she sighed a bit. Wanting to feel his lips again but wanting to just pull away, though she breathed in softly and she broke. "Okay.." She whispered and looked up and into Johnathon Flints eyes and she swallowed. Though she leaned up, her hand resting on his neck as her lips met his softly. Like they use to, before he left. Her lips soft against his, but yet deep in a sense.

Her lips moving against his softly, though after a moment she pulled her hand back and her lips away. Her tongue sliding out to lick her lips and she looked to the side. It felt right.. but she didn't let herself believe it. She wanted to but she slipped from him and peered back up and into his eyes. "If I'm staying here. Do.. do you have any clothes I could wear instead of this?" She asked, she truly hated wearing dresses they were so.. not right.. for her.
 
John lost himself in the kiss for a long time, it might have only been for a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity for him. He stood there, broken, he had imagined when he found his lovely Christine she would be pining for him. That she would still love him, still want him. In all of the years he had spent searching the seas, it never occurred to him that her love for him could've faded. And it hurt, it hurt him deeper than any blade had managed to harm him. He didn't want to move from where he was standing after the kiss, his feet remained rooted to the wood beneath him.

He pointed to the closet in the corner of the room and said, "I've kept a collection of clothing in there for a while, there's some of mine, and some that I've pillaged and kept for you. Take your pick, anything you want is yours."

He finally accepted that by standing where he was, he wasn't going to hold onto the moment with the kiss any longer. He stepped towards the door, to give her her privacy while she changed, as he went to search the ship for what he had been saving for her. Closing the door behind him, he went to search the hold, if she was to be on his ship, she would need a proper sword.
 
She nodded her head and watched him as he left and she gave a soft sigh as the door was shut behind her and her eyes peered around the cabin slowly. He was still his sweet, loving self and she as well never imagined she would lose her love for him. But she still had that fiery passion of anger towards him for leaving her there, stranded and not returning. Even though he said he couldn't return and couldn't send mail.. she was still hurt. She turned and moved towards the closet as she pulled it open slowly, her eyes peering through the clothing.

Managing slowly, she got her dress open and off and with a few precise minutes of prodding, pulling and yanking with her arms behind her. Her corset loosened and dropped to the floor beneath her, her undergarments still on. But decided they could be off, standing nude as she grabbed a white blouse and pulled it onto her, buttoning it up. A pair of tight but yet kind of loose fitting black pants, a belt around her waist. Though she grabbed a pair of black boots and pulled them on, feeling them end just under her knees. Though she peered up to see a dark red corset and she grasped it with her fingers. Bringing it around her waist as she tied it around the front. Turning she shut the door and she breathed in as she looked at herself in the mirror. She looked like she did when she was younger, how she dressed before was very un-lady like and she didn't care. She closed her eyes as she turned slowly, moving to open the door as she stepped out.
 
The crew was busy at work, enjoying their stolen new goods, many of them already drinking early in the day. Normally, Johnathon would be yelling at them to do their jobs, and save the drinking for later- but not today. His mind was elsewhere, as he dropped down a ladder into the hold. Sorting aside stolen gold, stolen silver, stolen jewelry and many other precious items, he searched for it. He had buried it in the mound of loot, somewhere near the bottom, and soon enough, he found it. His hand searching through the items, he found out the blade was still as sharp as the day he had found it. Pulling it out of the pile, making sure none of his crew was in the dark room with him, he exposed the sword. It was a rare 'pirate jack' type sword, light, but long. The sharp steel blade was not a bright, shiny steel, but a darkened one. The wooden handle of the sword was wrapped tightly in an exquisite leather, making holding it feel like a dream.

When he first saw it, he thought he would use it himself, it was such a beautifully balanced and yet elegant weapon. However, with the countless foes he had defeated with his current cutlass, he did not want to risk changing weapons. Instead, it was for her. Sheathing it in the handle, he crept up the ladder and past the distracted crew. He made it back to the door, to see Christine exiting his bedquarters. However, she was taken by the shoulder and guided straight back into them. He didn't want her around the crew, as part of the crew, not yet. Most new recruits had to go through an extensive, and painful training and trial process before they were allowed to be a part of the crew. Johnathon didn't want to have to do that to Christine, so for now, he'd have to keep her hidden. Closing the door behind them again, he said, "I have a present for you..." and with that, he pulled the sword off of his belt, still in it's sheath, and handed it over to her.
 
Christine grunted a bit as she was pulled back in and she looked up to him, "What?" She asked and sighed as he told her he had a present though she lost her breath for a moment at the sight of the sword. She swallowed, her nimble fingers gliding up to take hold of the hilt. Her fingers brushing against his, lost in the moment as she held the metal close to her. Sliding the sheath off and setting it down, her eyes glued upon the sword, "Really..?" She asked, looking up to him. "For.. for me?" She smiled and her fingertips ran down the blade and she sighed softly. She had a sword when she was younger but of course, it was taken away by her father.

But that one.. that one was no match to the one that Johnathon had just handed to her. "It's.. It's beautiful." She nodded and slowly slid it back into it's sheath before placing it upon the belt along her waist. Her eyes peering up to look to him and she gave a soft smile, "Thank you so much." She said, her fingers against his chest before her arms found their way around his neck and pulled him in close to her for a hug. Though she breathed in and swallowed, dropping her arms as she pulled back.
 
A shine of hope shone in his recently dulled blue eyes, seeing Christine's eyes open wide at the site of the sword. She accepted it quickly, and he felt her arms around his neck, pulling him close for a hug. His arms wrapped around her as he held her close, and he didn't want to let go. She pulled away quickly from the hug, too quickly. He didn't accept that, he wrapped his arms around her again, even after she pulled away.

He kissed into her neck, something he used to do frequently, he kissed into her soft neck and clenched her tight against him. He muttered, "Just... give me a chance Christine, I'm so sorry for what I did to you." He kissed her neck again, and kept his grip tight, it would've taken a crowbar to get him off of her.
 
Christine closed her eyes, sighing as she felt that kiss upon her neck. The one that could make her go weak at the knees, one that would make her say yes and do anything for him. She soon felt her face pressing forward and into the crick of his neck. "Okay..." She whispered softly, she knew she had to give him another chance. If she didn't she'd lose the love of her life..he was even still the same. She would see.

But her arms moved, her right hand still holding onto the hilt of the sword and her arms wrapped around his waist and she breathed in his salty, sea scent and she smiled. He smelt wonderful, the same as he had smelt before except with a bit more salty sea smell upon his body.
 
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