Carry My Heart to Sea ((Sforzando & stealth))
 

Name:Rhianwen
Age: 20

((two outfits))

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Name: Anthony
Age: 27
Anthony

All seemed quiet and peaceful in the small but well-off town nestled between the mountains and the cliffs leading to the open sea. Children were laughing gaily and running around as most youngster's do. Mothers and other married women did chores and various jobs while discussing the lastest news from the borders on the other side of the mountains. Men were out fishing or mining. It seemed like an ordinary day.

Skirt hiked up, a young woman cursed the impractical garment as she hopped along the rocks, looking for the nets that were intended for capturing shellfish. Lobsters, clams, oysters, it didn't matter, they were a delacasy that could be sold to neighboring countries and cities for a decent price.

Little did she, or anyone else for that matter, know that there was something approaching. Coming from the sea that they regarded their home.

The ship rose and fell with the swells of the ocean as it made it's way into the seaport. A faint breeze blew through the canvas sails. The ship looked like any other merchant's ship. The sun was high and bright, heating the land. A few wisps of cirrus clouds wafted through the sky, casting little to no shadow.

A crew mate lowered the anchor into the waters, still if not for the waves made by the ship. Anthony, captain of the sloop, Anna Marie, shielded his eyes from the sun and looked out across the small town. This will have to do. "Alright men," he called, his voice loud enough to be heard throughout the ship. "Take what you will. Kill any who try to stop you. You know the drill. Be back by sunset." He crossed the plank onto dry land.

[[Sorry for such a short post. I'll do more later.]]

One or two of the local fisherman looked on in wonder and curiousity as a faint shape in the nearby distance made itself visible. The day was calm, clear, and sunny, and all was at peace. Not yet noticing anything amiss, and the day giving off no ill omens of what was to come, the sailors and fishers continued their trade in content. Laughing and joking with fellow locals as they often did.

Cursing once more at her luck, Rhianwen looked longingly at the small cottage she resided in. There on the clothesline hung the just newly washed clothes, which included all of her britches, waiting to dry. Now, she was stuck in..a skirt! Ugh.
Skirts weren't horrible or bad per se, just in convenient and often times made with much lace, something she disliked.



The sudden appearance of a pirate flag and men brandishing weapons sent the townsfolk into a panic. Women and children ran for the cellars and secret tunnels as men and teenage boys scurried to hold off the attack until they themselves could retreat into the secret caves. The first of the targets, one of the ships, tried to pull away so no pirates could get on board. A warning bell chimed, signaling to all that they were under attack and that action was to be taken.

With a startled gasp, Rhianwen turned to face the sourse of the commotion, her blood running cold at the sight. Pirates...nothing more than viscious criminals! With a growl, the woman hiked up her skirt a bit, tying it higher with a sash before she reached behind her back. Drawing a small sword of her late father's, the female made her way towards the ship looming over the docks.

Rhianwen was no soldier or warrior. Nor did the woman consider herself particulalry brave. However, it would be a cold day in hell before she sat back and did nothing if the town she had recently made her home in was attacked! Heading straight for the source of the madness, the source of the problem, Rhianwen intended to make the captain withdraw himself and his men.

Many men and boys of the town were killed, and only a few of Anthony's men fell. Being pirates, they were much more ruthless, and most of them more trained than the townspeople. Anthony himself went straight for the town's grain stocks. He loved shiny things, but food was a much bigger priority right now. Normally, he'd go for the loot, and he definitely wanted to right then, but he was the only one on his crew willing to go for the food, and they desperately needed to restock their ship.

The sun had begun to set before Anthony made it back ot the ship, several bags of grain over his shoulder. Fire licked the sky as it devoured several homes, the market place and one or two small stock pens. A few of his mates were already back, carrying armfuls of loot down to the storage cabin. Once everyone was back and they ahd set sail again, they would divy up the loot accordingly. Captain got a double share and then each mate got an equal share after that. If a mate had lost a limb during the raid, he would get a little extra.

Anthony stood in the forecastle of the Anna Marie, staring out over the wreckage of the little town. There were very few women in sight, which was normal. A woman could never stand her ground in a fight with a pirate. The few women that did stay behind were quickly captured, and most were raped.

But...There! There was a woman holding her own against his men. She was making many, many errors in her swordmanship, but she wasn't giving up. Anthony stroked his chin in thought.

The smell of fresh spilled blood, the sight of men being murdered, the screams and cries of terrified townspeople, all of it spurred Rhianwen on to a further enraged, determined mindset. Reaching the docks, the female's footsteps thudded along the wodden planks of the docks as she headed for the offending ship.

As she was passing by to reach the pirates, one young woman about her age screamed, captured by one of the brutal sea wolves as they were sometimes called by towsfolk, her dress being torn as the man was ready to defile her. Fire in her eyes, Rhianwen came up from behind, her blade plunging through the man's heart in one blow. "Filthy scum!" hissed the woman, looking at the terrified maiden on the ground. "Run." "B-but." "I said run! I am no warrior, but I have been taught how to use a blade before, now go!" Turning to face an approaching pirate, the admittedly frightened, but enraged female readyied herself for an attack as the trembling girl ran off.

She knew full well she was not a master of a sword, but she had some eperience. The main reason she was not yet dead, was that most would not suspect a woman of learning how to fight at all. It was unusual, and most of the pirates would ignore her, een carrying a blade, until she posed any sort of a problem at all, thus giving her a slight upperhand of surprise.

Suddenly, two were approaching from behind as she fended off one, the nearby crewmembers noticing she was being a bit of a nuisance to them and their progress. As she was grabbed at, the female cried out, kicking hard and struggling, refusing to go down without a fight. One solid kick landed in the crotch of the first, making him crumple to his knees in pain.
The bitter, acrid taste of blood entered her mouth as she bit down on an arm trying to wrap around her neck, ignoring the pain she was starting to notice from the bruises and cuts and various wounds she got from her scuffles with the pirates.

With a cry of sharp, burning pain, Rhianwen grabbed her face with one hand, a dagger having just sliced across her skin, leaing a diagonal marking on her face. With this startling her, she was forcefully grabbed by two, held down as she tried to struggle despite blood dripping down her temple and her face. It stung her eyes, but she still squirmed, locking her ankles together by crossing them oer and pressing her legs close as tight as possible.

Anthony watched with wonder as the girl made made her way towards his ship. Let her come, he thought. He had plans to keep her captive anyway. A girl like her would be very useful. He had come to the same reasoning as her, she'd come this far because she, being a woman, was not seen as a threat. But...with some proper training, she could be great. Now, if only he could break that bold spirit of hers.

The girl was attacking his men with almost as much brutality as them. If she were allowed to continue, either she'd kill all his crew and he'd have no one left ot help sale his ship, or she'd be killed. His crew was expendable. He could always hire more. But you never came across a girl like her. Not at all. At the very least, she could be sold at the slave trades. Women were always better priced than men.

Anthony took a few steps back and then ran at the edge of his ship, placing a foot on the ledge and vaulting over it and landing on the dock below. Barely pausing to recover, he ran. Not many people were left standing on the bloody beach. "Stop! Don't harm her!" he shouted at his men, who immediately stepped back from her, but held up their swords to defend themselves if needed. His men knew the tone of his voice when he meant to take a captive.

Sword at the ready, Anthony approached the girl. He made eye contact with her, trying to keep her gaze locked with his.

At the sound of a male voice commanding them to stop, the redhead vaguely wondered if one of the village males had held on to his life this long, and come to help her. Feeling herself being released, she reasoned this was not the case. Most likely a first mate or the captain was giving orders. Strange to stop them, but she wasn't complaining.

Wiping the blood from her face with her arm, Rhianwen looked up at the man. No, this seemed to be a captain, he had the air of athourity and the finest weapons. Standing despite her protesting muscles and the sting of stray blood that hand dripped into her eyes, Rhianwen picked up her father's sword that she had dropped, glaring at the male before her in hatred. This was the one responsible for the pain and bloodshed, the one who caused the massacre to happen.

Taking her stance, she suddenly charged at him, eyes locked on the captain before her as adrenaline rushed through her.
Feighning to the right, she planned to aim an downward cut from the upper left instead of a side swing from the right like she was mimicking. She knew the basics and strategies as taught to her, but lacking a sparring partner left her with little room to improve more than just strength and force of a movement.

She decided to kill this man, even if it meant her life.

Anthony hadn't expected the girl to attack. He hadn't really expected anything. Really, he didn't have much of a plan. He just had to stop his men from killing her. Before she could slice him to ribbons, as she most certainly intended, Anthony took a step back out of her reach, never losing eye contact. The girl made many mistakes. Her footwork definitely needed work. She was off-balance and she had expected her attack to hit. She wasn't prepared to make another attack. This is exactly what Anthony was hoping on, one of the normal ways he took a prisoner. Granted, he rarely took prisoners. Girls just took up space and whined, and boys were of no use to him. They would just try to attack and ended up meeting the cat or walking the plank.

Anthony wiped a finger of his free hand across his nose as he jumped out of her reach, a quick signal for his men to jump in. Before another moment passed, they had restrained the girl, a man on each arm, their fingers digging into her arms, keeping her sword away from them.

With the girl successfully restrained, Anthony walked calmly to her side and gently placed his hand over hers. He sheathed his sword and with that hand, reached under her hand and in one jerking motion wrenched the sword from her hand. "Sorry, that's not a toy, you know." One of his men kicked her in the back of the knees, forcing her to the ground, both men pulling her arms behind her to better restrain her. Anthony nodded his approval.

Rhianwen liked the look of mild surprise in his eyes, but it wasn't enough to satisfy her. Aiming to make another move, she cried out, being jerked to the ground and restrained by powerful hands gripping her arms tightly, nails digging into her arm as well and making her squirm to free herself. As the captain took away her father's sword, she struggled harder, trying to bite at him the instant he made contact.

"Let go of me you filthy yellow dogs! I demand you hand back my father's sword at once!" shouted the woman, her soft alto voice laced with anger. Trembling a bit, she couldn't deny the racing of her heart, the fear of being finally caught and restrained so well. Damn. Struggling against her captors, she growled low in her throat, attempting to bite and headbutt anyone who came too close.

"Animals! Scum! Murdurous filth!" she shouted at them, panting a bit from all the built up adrenaline she let out and the forceful retaliations.

[Alto, FTW!]

Anthony and his men shrugged off the insults. They were used to it. Instead, he examined her sword. Correction: her father's sword. As he turned the sword over, admiring the workmanship, he reached up and pulled his bandana off his head, handing it to one of his men. While one man continued restraining her, pulling her arms farther behind her back, the other untied the bandana. There was no doubt that this bold girl would try and take a bite out of them if they covered her mouth with their hands. She already had bit one of them. The mate with the bandana dropped it over her head, pulling it into her mouth and tying it tightly behind her head.

"You say this is your father's sword?" Anthony asked, leaning in close to the girl's face. He straightened up and examined it again. "Hmmm...Yes," he mumbled, stroking his chin again. After a few moments, he looked back up, closing his fingers around the hilt and dropping it to his side. "Alright then, men. Let's load up." He nodded to the girl. "She comes with." He watched as they jerked her to her feet, then turned and walked back to the ship.

((I was an alto in choir...never could sing soprano for crap))

Fuming, the girl tried to shake her head, but it was no use, she had been overpowered, and the cloth was securly tied in place, muffling her cries of anger. It made her stomach churn to see him touching the sword her father had forged, but could not help but be inwardly pleased at his admiration of the fine craftmanship of the blacksmith.

Dearly wishing to knock his head and headbutt the captain, Rhianwen was held fast with the cloth being tied in her mouth and the two holding her steady. Being manhandled and pulled to her feet, the hot headed, flame haired Rhianwen dragged her feet, shaking her head and letting out muffled cries and shouts of outrage. Well, if they wanted to take her, she'd make life a living hell for them, and they would really hae to try to pull her along. She dug her feet into the sand, making their job as difficult as possible.

[[My first year in choir, I was a soprano, but then last year, I sang soprano in the A Cappella group, Mezzo in the treble choir, and Alto in mixed choir. I'm actually a belter and have a hard time singing soprano. My allegiance lies with the altos. Oh, and I don't mean to be Godmoding here, so if my character does something to your character that you don't like, feel free to break free of them or something.]]


Gilbert, the man who had gagged her couldn't stand her struggling anymore. He slapped her in the face, but it didn't work. The girl was too bull-headed. Gilbert smacked his mate in the chest, a big brute of a man that didn't speak much, the one who had been bit, to get him to stop moving. Then, Gilbert pushed him out of the way and pointed to her legs. Gil was going to stay with holding on to her arms that were now tied behind her back. It was easier up there, harder for her to struggle. And Jasper, the big man, took her legs, locking one beneath each of his arms. He could take kicks better than Gil anyway.

Anthony headed straight for his cabin and laid the sword on his cot, without any thought to the rest of his crew. When they divied up the goods, the girl was his. By the pirate code, the captain always got first chance at any women they brought aboard, or men, be that the case. But Anthony never cared much for the men. Since the sword was the girl's, it now belonged to him, too.

The sun had set and what was left of the crew was back. They raised anchor and pushed off. All the mates were tired, but before they could rest, they had one last thing to do.

"Booty time!" Anthony shouted as he came back up deck. Gil and Jasper were still holding on to the girl over by the pile of loot. It had been a good day's work.

((No worries! not godd modding at all actually. She can break out of rope, not two or three big burly guys. XD I'd be godmodding if she could get out of everything and fought without losing))

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Wincing slightly at the slap, Rhianwen nevertheless glared and tried to growl, refusing to back down, stubborn and thickheaded at it's finest. Upon being picked up and carried between the two like a stretcher or plank, or a chest, she began to scream, or try to anyway, infuriated and being sure to let them know her thoughts on the matter. She was not going to be manhandled and let them get away with it without a struggle. She tried to fight, kick, headbutt, anything, but it was doing her little good, they had too good a hold on her.

Watching the town and the land dissappear into the horizon, Rhianwen felt her heart grow heavy, her stomach sink in despair. She was a bit odd for most, and she was hard pressed to get along really well with people, but she still liked the town. And now she was being taken away, and she could do nothing more to help the innocent living victims of the pirates. Head down, she looked at the wood of the deck, wondering what was to happen to her. If the captain or the others were going to try and use her for thier own amusement or entertainment, she wanted to have the strength to fight, and thus, gave it a rest, ceasing her violet struggling.

At the announcement of "booty call", Rhianwen looked slowly up, glaring at the captain as he emerged to help be in charge of divying up the spoils.

[[Oh. Ok. I never really knew what God-moding was.]]

The crew gathered around the loot-pile. A few of the men looked at the girl with hungry eyes, licking their lips, but most had taken their fill back in the village. The pile was a fair size for such a small village, not the amount they expected. There were several necklaces, a few of them gold, numerous rings stolen right off the fingers of the villagers, and countless swords taken from the lifeless fingers of the men they'd killed. There was a small bag of coins, and when emptied, it was found that there was only one gold coin, a few silvers, and the rest were bronze or copper. A vase or two could be seen peeking through all the leather scabbards that went with the swords. A battle-axe was there. It wasn't the best pile they'd had, but for such a small village, it was pretty good.

Anthony clapped his hands and walked to the center of the circle, thus beginning the division of goods. "I, as captain, will be taking the girl. As she is very strong-headed and will probably make my life hell, I am going to value her price well below what I deserve. But, she is all I'm taking. Now, the girly needs a name--"

"Sally!"
"Liza!"
"Emily!"
"Dolly!"

His men shouted their suggestions, but Anthony held up a hand. "No, no. We'll let her decide. Gil, remove her gag." On another thought, he added, "But keep it close. We don't want to have to listen to her all night." As Gil loosened the gag, resting it around her neck, another crew mate shouted out in protest.

The man stepped forward, challenging Anthony. "Captain! You also took a sword and put it in your cabin beforehand. You was trying to hide it from us! I think, either we get the sword, or we get the girl. I seen the sword. It's good quality. Better than summa our swords, but not as good as yours, so you don't need it."

Anthony took the man's challenge, stepping right up close to him, their noses almost touching. "That sword belonged to the girl, mate. The girl is mine, therefore the sword is mine. You want to fight for it?" Anthony slowly drew his sword, making sure it could be heard sliding through the sheath.

((Hahahaha! awesome post! She be getting more pissed now..ah, ain't she a bitch when she meets people?))

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Rhianwen cringed at the hungry eyes and leering glances of some of the men, trembling a bit in fear. She did NOT want to go to any of them! At least the captain hadn't been eying her like a piece of meat...so far anyway. Why they gave her letcherous glances was a bit beyond her, seeing as she was average looking in her opinion, and a stubborn mule when her mind was set.

As they suggested names, her stomach churned, and her eyes flashed in anger. Fools! She was not going to let them name her like a little pet to sit by it's master's side. Hell no. As soon as the gag was removed, she began fighting again, a low growl in the back of her throat. "My name is Rhianwen! And that is all I'll be called." she snapped, biting at anyone who came too close for her comfort.

While she watched the exchange, she felt her anger, her fury bubble up even more. Spitting at the captain, she hissed venemously. "I belong to no man, least of all swine like you and your men! Nor does my father's sword belong to you, now release me and my sword you arrogant pig!" retorted the redhead, hatred written into her features.

[[I'm glad you like it. ^^]]


Anthony put his hand out, about to motion to put her gag back on, but hesitated. He rubbed his chin again and looked out at the ocean, thinking. "Gag her," he said, finally.

Gil reached tentatively for the gag, but pulled back quickly, afraid she was going to bite him. Jasper still restrained her, silently. He untied the knot at the back of her head and pulled it completely off. Then, Gil nudged Jasper off to the side a little so he could bring the gag back around her from behind. When she tried to bite him, he pulled the gag into her mouth, tying it. "Shit," Gil muttered. She'd managed to bite him. Gil shook his hand to stop the pain.

Anthony finished distributing the loot until everyone was satisfied with what they got. The crew began to mill around, some making their way off to their quarters to sleep, some staying behind, trying to seem inconspicuos while they watched to see how Anthony would deal with the wench. Anthony stood in front of Rhianwen, his arms crossed, looking down on her. Gil had ran off, only Jasper was still left. Anthony's hand jerked twice, a casual gesticulation. "Go ahead and let her g--" Anthony began to instruct.

There was no where for her to go, ocean all around. But there was plenty for her to destroy on the ship. She could even manage to get her hands on a weapon and decide to lay seige on his ship. Anthony waved his hand in the air, as if to erase his mistake. "No. No. Leave her tied up. Take her down to my quarters. I've got to see to some stuff up here, but I'll be down later. You can just leave her bound and gagged in my room."

Jasper grunted and picked Rhianwen up, throwing her over his shoulder.

Rhianwen smirked, pleased to hae unnerved one of her captors enough into flinching and upset him with a strong bite to the hand. Good, no less than they deserved! The other seemed calmer and managed to hold her down well, despite her muffles shouts and squirming. Feeling herself begin to tire, she mentally scolded herself. She needed to save her strength and keep enough fight for anything unexpected, and struggling non stop was not going to help. Calming her thrashing, she kept her retaliations to growling, hissing, muffled shouting, and an ocassional headbutt or attempt to bite, most things hindered by the gag in her mouth. Eyes boring into the captain, she screamed a few choice expletives as she was carried off unceremoniously, hauled like a sack of potatoes.

As soon as she was put down, Rhianwen glared at the man who carried her, shifting uncomfortably, but otherwise keeping still and alert. Only when he was assuredly gone from the room did she slink back, curling into a ball, feeling rather depressed. Great, how was she to escape? She didn't want to be here at all.

As she shifted a bit, she noticed the knots. Fingers grazing the knot, she fought to keep from grinning. Bingo! She had a few skills, and one of them was something simple, yet she was glad to know the childhood game would help her now. She was an expert at knots, and she could untie herself with ease. As a child, she and some of the village kids would use anything as a toy, rope included. After they had gotten bored with cat's cradle, Rhianwen had suggested a new game. Tag the tree. The object was to untie oneself and tag a tree about 20 yards away, before anyone else. There were always two people untied, just incase someone was stuck, and to referee. Rhianwen had won more than three fourths of the time.

Now, she slowly but expertly moved her fingers along the thick rope, twisting and pulling at them. Whoever tied these was ery good at making secure knots, and it would take a while to get these. She was out of practice, but she was determined to free herself from at tleast the bindings within the hour.


((Sad thing is, i actually did play that game with some of my friends...aren't I weird))

[[Cheap entertainment. Nothing to be ashamed of. It actually sounds rather fun.]]


The sea was quiet and calm as the Anna Marie cut through the waters. According to the stars, they were heading southwest, towards warmer regions where there were sea-caves aplenty. Some of them were rumored to have treasure hidden. They were also said to be home to terrible beasts. Images of Scylla or Charybdis of legends flashed through the minds of the men. The crew of the Anna Marie was reluctant to face such monsters, but at the insistence of their captain and thoughts of brights sunny beaches and rubies the size of your fist, they gave in, charting the course for the island caves.

Anthony went to each of his mates individually, procuring a promise from them that they would leave the girl alone. No harm whatsoever was to fall upon her. With much bribery and blackmail, they all finally agreed. The girl was wholely and completely the captain's. And her sword. In return, they would be sharing more of the loot, as the captain would be getting none.

Grunts and thumps coming from Anthony's cabin did not surprise him when he eventually made his way their. Captives always struggled. There was no way they could possibly loosen their knots, though. Jasper was the best knot-tier Anthony'd ever had. However, it was best to use caution. Anthony slowly opened the door to his quarters.

[[And here, you can either be found untied or still struggling. Your choice. Just wanted to make sure you didn't think me saying Jasper was a good knot-tier was saying you couldn't let her get free. You can.]]

((hehe, cool, good to know, and yes, it was fun...i got pretty good at it. ^^ ))

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Rhianwen was suprisingly steady in her stomach, though a few bumpy areas and heavy lurches made her feel nauseous. Ignoring her discomfort and the pain from the ropes chafing her skin, the female worked on, struggling with the ropes. She had unwound almmost all of it, twisting and arching her wrists and fingers to pull tug, and weave the knots undone.

By the time the captain had arrived, she froze, looking up and hissing in a warning. Damn! She was at the last knot. She had hoped to be free long before he entered, but this would hae to do. With a final painful tug, she pulled her arms from behind her back, Untying her gag and flashing the captain a triumphant smirk. Free. Ropes would not hold her. She was just lucky he hadn't used chains, she sucked at lock picking.

Her wrists were bright red and rubbed raw, chafted by the rubbing and twisting required to free herself and the tightness. But she was free, and that was what mattered. Seeing her father's last blade on his bed, she lunged for it.

"Castor and Pollux!" Anthony cursed, drawing his sword. "Fuck! Fuck!" He lunged, hoping to knock the sword out of the way before she could get to it and keeping the door behind him. He hadn't expected to find her free in his chamber with a sword. He grabbed the back of her shirt and jerked her backwards. He'd wanted to grab her by the hair, but his mother had taught him better than that. Still holding on to her shirt, he grabbed for the sword. When his hand closed around the hilt, he leaned forward and kicked backwards, donkey-style, slamming the door shut. He jumped backwards after the door and leaned against it, holding both swords at the ready. "Sit down!" he growled at Rhianwen.

Rhianwen barely touched the hilt of the sword when he had moved, him grabbing it before her and when she lunged, she cut her palm on the blade as the hilt was moved. Dammit! Flinching and yelping softly in pain, she jerked back, only to find her shirt grabbed by the man. "Dammit! Let me go let me go!" she shouted, cursing her natural slowness. She wasn't fast, and he obviously was.

Glaring at him, she ignored the blood dripping from her wrists and palm, swallowing hard as he held both blades. "What the hell do you want with me you arrogant swine?" she spat, backing away as much as she could.

Anthony stared at her, but said nothing. He clenched his jaw and took deep, even breaths. He wanted to slap her face. He'd had enough of her verbal abuse. Silently, he sheathed his sword, never taking his eyes off her, no bit of humor on his face, like earlier. He held her father's sword at the ready, in case she wanted to try attacking again. He glared at her in silence for several minutes.

Finally, he pointed to the bed with the sword and growled, "Sit." He lowered the tip of the sword to the ground, no longer threatening her. He shook his head. Why had he captured her? She was talented, yes, but why should he give a damn? He saw the glimmer of sweat drip down her face, and reached up to wipe his own forehead. He sniffed. Maybe it was something to do with hormones, or pheromones. Or some other 'mones.' She wasn't an ugly creature. Well built. Curvy. Good child-bearing hips. Not that he wanted a child. Yeah. That's what a pirate needs. A baby.

Anthony didn't answer her. He figured that was best. Captives didn't need to know why they'd been captured. After all, he hadn't been told why he was captured when he was a small boy. Without warning, he burst out laughing. "Do pirates ever need a reason to kidnap someone?" he asked. "Especially a woman? What do you think you were captured for?"

[[I haven't said anything about Anthony's history, have I? I mean, I kinda wanted to make the reason for him being a pirate is he was kidnapped when he was really young, so it was all he knew. But I don't remember if I've said anything about his life yet.]]

[[nope, no mention of his life yet. i think this is cool, much more devious than real pirates. I actually did my final history project on pirates, and they had a lot of rules, and they worked like a democracy, most of them anyways. Some did abuse the rules. Did you know, taking a child was frowned upon for many pirates, and that the rules forbade an open flame unattended on deck, no smoking or gambling for money on board the ship, and women were not to be violated..their punishment for that was to kill the man actually..i was like "holy crap thats cool!" but still yes, some were more....rebelious than others and gae not a shit for the rules]]

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Rhianwen shook her head, refusing to sit on his bed. Hell, no way would she go anywhere near it. Instead, she sat on a chair near a desk, taking the chair and pulling it to a corner. At his glare she felt her heart race in her chest. For all her fire and her stubborness, she was truly frightened. Rhianwen was just good at hiding it, for to show fear meant to show weakness, and it could be used against her. Animals knew this fact well, though humans often forgot. She wanted to keep as much distance between her and her captor as possible.

Brows furrowing, she felt her eyes suddenly grow wide at his laugh, and even wider at his words. This..was not good. Feeling her face turn so red it nearly hurt, her face burned cherry red in mortification. Despite trying to keep her voice steady, she squeeked a bit, scooting further away.

"I-If your intentions are for what you seem to be suggesting, you can forget it....I'll feed myself to sharks and stab myself to death before I let any of you touch me! If you lay a hand on me, expect to find it on the ground beside your head...and if you try anything else, I'll remove your ability to procreate and shove it down your throat.." she threatened, fully intending on following through if need be.