A/N: Hey so I started this last year and finished it this year! Yay to continuation errors that are probably in here! Honestly though, minor naughtiness, if that, nothing really explicit but probably a little crude. Eh Enjoy!
2019 note: I've rewritten and amended this, hopefully updating the laziness of my writing before and making it smoother to bear.
Lord Pomfrey watched in fury as Captain Fritton knotted the ropes around his wrists, before the pirate picked up his pistol once more and tucked it into the band of his trousers.
"You won't get away with this Fritton." Pomfrey hissed, his wig bouncing in his anger.
"On the contrary Lord Pomfrey I think I will." The brute before him began to walk away but a thought struck him and he turned slowly on the spot. "You know, for the fun for it, I think there is just one thing we should discuss." Fritton's eyes sparkled in a way that unnerved Pomfrey, his nerve was shattered as the mass of dark curls was pulled free to release blonde tresses that bounced as Fritton laughed.
"A woman?!" He hissed. Fury boiled away that he had been duped by a mere woman. "Just a damn woman has almost brought the Company to its knees!" He wanted to roar, but his anger reduced his voice to a sharp whisper.
"There's nothing just about me darling." She smiled lazily at the man bound before her. She took two steps and towered above him once more. Her hand brushed against the wig and tugged it off his head revealing cropped dark hair. "This might be worth a small amount, maybe I'll keep it."
"Don't you even dare." Robert Pomfrey held her glare and tugged fruitlessly at the ropes that cut into his delicate noble flesh.
"Dare what Pomfrey? I did say I enjoy a woman on top, and maybe you would to." She grinned again, but instead turned her attention back to the haul of treasure that littered the Captain's Quarters.
"You wouldn't Fritton." He spat and was furious as her laugh pierced the tension in the cabin.
"Who knows Robert?" He drew a sharp breath at her casual use of his Christian name. "Oh come now, we were supposed to be married, I'd have used that name anyway." Fritton now lounged against the doorway and was staring at him through critical eyes.
A lot had happened to Pomfrey in the last ten minutes and in truth his mind was spinning, his thoughts were scattered and all he could do was stare at the monstrous woman before him, the masculine clothes at odds with the knowledge he now had. The scourge of the high seas was actually his bride, the bride that had jilted him a few months before the wedding, Alice Frewell had gone missing, had run from her comfortable family home in York and had shattered an alliance between two powerful families. Both of the fathers had been furious at her behaviour, both leading members of Anno Domini Unus, Alice's behaviour had almost ruined and undermined everything.
Yet, as she stood before him in britches and an open throated shirt, Robert Pomfrey couldn't deny the undertones of lust that whirled through his body. He stared at her surprised by his own feelings, and bit his lip hard in an attempt to dispel the bubbling in his stomach.
She cocked her head and gave a small smile, as if she could read his thoughts. She padded across the cabin, surprisingly quiet in her hardy boots.
"Oh Robert." She sighed. "That list of demands, drawn up by your father and yourself. My mother showed me before that betrothal was publically announced and I had never felt so disgusted." She shook and the ringlets bounced. "But the portrait of you always was beautiful, I did much prefer your natural hair to the artifice." She hummed and Pomfrey jolted. "I think I'm going to blame your beauty for my next move." She frowned, staring past Pomfrey out of the window before crossing back to the door and cracking it open a little. Closing it decisively after a moment or so, she stepped back towards the bound man and boldly knelt astride him.
"What are you doing?" He grunts. They stare at one another briefly and there's one single moment of harmony between them as she bends her head to kiss him and he reaches up to meet her midway. Her hands trace along the length of his white nightshirt, mapping out the narrow line of his chest along to his shoulders, her fingers move upwards, round the back of his neck into the short crop of hair that she plays with.
"Fritton." There was no threatening tone only a soft groan as they draw back for. "Please." His hips buck against hers and there's a moment when she draws back and the pair lock eyes.
Alice peppered more kisses, interspersed with bites up the man's throat, until she reached behind his ear, nibbling on the sensitive until she pulled back. He was taking deep shuddering breaths, she could feel him hard beneath her and couldn't hide the grin.
"Now Pomfrey, my men will be clearing out the ransom we have here in about ten minutes so what do I do with you?" She hummed, shifting her seat slightly, listening to the groan that rose from his throat. He seemed inexperienced, no doubt he was demure and dull; sex was for making babies no doubt with candles blown out, nightgowns hoisted up, under the covers.
Oh the things she could shock this man with… but time was against her and she had a quick choice to make. She moved back to strip off her own hose before moving astride him once more, he groaned and she grinned. She felt him twitch against her body and she held back her own moans until he was fully seated inside her. Taking one slow breath, she moved against him and his world started to spin. Not once in his life had he felt the power currently running through him, he stared up in awe as the woman before him took her pleasure from him, he felt a seed of something grow in his stomach as the blonde rocked herself to completion on his lap. The feeling of being powerless was… exhilarating.
There were footsteps outside the door and Alice had stopped moving, she moved as the footsteps got louder and tugged on her hose once more, yanking them over her boots.
"Oh dear…" She panted, sweeping her locks back beneath her wig. "Look at the time." She picked her pistol up once more. "I have to be off, I mean I've just got off but I'm sure you accept the vulgar language." She grinned back at him as he stared at her flabbergasted, before his senses swiftly returned.
"Fritton, don't you dare! I'll out you to your men. I'll get you back Fritton you whore!" He screamed again, fighting against his bonds. He froze though when she drew closer once more, swiping his wig from the floor and setting it on his head.
Her own wig was adjusted as the men from her ship knocked and crowded into the room.
"Lads clear it out. I'm sure Lord Pomfrey wishes to be back in London, let's not delay him now shall we." The gruff manly voice was back and 'Archibald' Fritton oversaw the removal of the horde, not Alice.
"Your Captain is a woman! A woman, a she-devil, a jezebel!" Pomfrey began to rage and the men in the room turned, then turned to look back at their swashbuckling rogue of a captain before they pealed into laughter.
"Aye and I'm a swan!" One of them crowed.
"Sod the swan, haven't you seen me, I'm one of her Majesty's horses!" Another cackled but quick hands soon removed the ransom and only Alice remained.
"Told you you'd enjoy a woman on top." She winked and headed for the door. "Maybe next time PomPom." She grinned and left with a bang. "GENTLEMAN WE'RE LEAVING!" Archibald roared and the men were soon back aboard their own ship, The Black Rose.
Her First Mate, a chap by the name of Jonathan Thwaites had found a young Alice Frewell as a runaway and in a stroke of luck had taken her in as his common wife. He had taught her the finer points of life, shielded her when necessary and even got the newly created Archibald Fritton aboard a ship. He also had taught her the delights of lovemaking. He was a generous lover, unlike most of the sailors she had since encountered after running away aged 15. Thwaites was her closest confidante, and despite the common marriage between the two of them, they had never considered themselves truly married; he chased too many women wherever they docked and well she wasn't the jealous type anyway. What Thwaites and Fritton had discovered together was that Alice had been a damn good sailor, with a quick tongue, a mean left hook and a sense of fairness that made the men beneath her charge never doubt her. It's why Thwaites leant against the door jamb in the Black Rose and laugh.
"Got revenge on old Pomfrey then." He grinned.
"Enough for us to be set up for life don't you think?"
"Enough to shake a spear at that's for damn sure." Thwaites grinned. "Was he any good?"
"Excuse me?" She kept her back to him, knowing that Thwaites could read her like a book.
"You heard me, I know what that glow means." He stepped forward and stood beside her now.
"He'd learn to enjoy a woman on top, with more practice." Alice shrugs and Thwaites laughs once more.
The Black Rose left under the cover of darkness, as silently as they had arrived and the men left aboard The King's Revenge would work out how to free themselves soon enough, but it would be too late. The ransom would be lost to Pirate Fritton.
Despite his fury at being duped, Fritton's identity was omitted from Pomfrey's account of the event to the members Anno Domini Unus. The attempt to de-throne the Queen had been foiled because he had been bested by a woman, it was a shame that he would take to his grave and none would know.
He employed a few spies to track down Archibald Fritton but there were various rumours of the man's death. Some say he was bested by the Armada, others say he fell at Raleigh's hands, there was even a rumour that he was now in the Queen's employ but no truth was ever told. Pirate Fritton faded away like sea mist.
Robert played his part, he married a meek and willing daughter of another member, and presented himself at court when he was needed, seething at the sight of the ageing Queen on the throne. Enough years had passed since the failure of the King's Revenge had now faded to a mild ache in his heart, so when Lord Pomfrey went to court to watch one of the more popular playwrights perform for her Majesty, he felt sure that he had seen the twinkling eyes before. It would not be until he was offering his insincere congratulations to the Player that he was introduced to by the Earl of Southampton, when he finally placed the face before him.
"Ah Lord Pomfrey this is Mr William Shakespeare. Mr Shakespeare had asked me about pirates for one of his new comedy plays." Southampton said gaily.
"I understand you had a mishap with that scoundrel Pirate Fritton?" Shakespeare bowed his head to the man but there was a twinkle in his eyes.
"Dreadful creature." Robert said through unmoving lips "Pirates are hardly the making of comedy." He sneered, disgruntled by the small smile playing on Mr Shakespeare's lips.
"Well his silence means that the high seas are safe, and he seems to be dead and buried now my Lord." William smiled slightly, his grin widening when Southampton was called away. He leant closer to Lord Pomfrey, accent dropping, lips practically pressed to the man's ear, sending goose-bumps down Pomfrey's side. "Did you discover that you liked a woman on top?" He smiled, bowed once more and left to oversee the removal of the set from court. At his departure Southampton joined Pomfrey once more.
"Isn't he something? The most marvellous mind and imagination I have ever come across." Southampton looked at the retreating figure. "I wonder if he can be called to our cause." He whispered slightly.
"I doubt it highly." Pomfrey fumed and swore revenge on the vanished creature, ignoring the burning in his loins. "He seems too under the thumb of his own wife."