'Allo, 'Allo~ I 'ope you enjoy zis, it was an RP between myself and a friend~
First Submission so please do be nice~ ^w^
Maggie Williams kissed her boyfriend goodbye for that day and got in the plane. She would see him soon- it wasn't like it was a forever goodbye, so she easily sat in the chair and began to read her book.
Gilbert would be out at sea for a while- he'd explained to her about accompanying some fisherman friends for a good old fashion fishing session and she was happy to hear it because to her, the AWESOME ex-nation deserved lots of friends. So up and out they went as they set sail. He barked orders (he liked doing that a lot actually) but the en didn't seem to mind. At least he was better than the German.
The pirates sailed the high sees just as they had long ago. Many people thought it odd- they seemed to be reverting back to the old days, but the pirates themselves didn't care. They would plunder and rob ships and traffic humans illegally to be sold at the slave markets, but what did they care? They were rapidly getting rich that way!
And on this particular journey- they were headed straight for that small fishing boat off the shores of the coast where the Prussian had set sail...
Gilbert groaned. "Looks like the fish just aren't biting today. How unawesome-" He sighed, drumming his fingers a bit irritatedly against the rail of the ship. He did not like to have unawesome things happen- after all... he was Gilbert AWESOME Beilchmidt with his awesome smirk and awesome, totally fucking hot Canadian girlfriend. For the fish to not be jumping into the net was sheer blasphemy! "We'll turn back and try again tomorrow, what do you say?" The men nodded, discouraged. Gilbert sighed again and looked up. He noticed a boat off in the distance. It looked pretty big and he narrwed his red eyes to the horizon.
"Oi men! We've got ourselves a fresh catch!" The captain of the pirate ship said eagerly. "Get out your guns- this haul's going to be a good one." He peered through his spyglass. "I can see plenty of strong men this time- make sure to bring out the big blasters."
Approaching the ship fast, they were on them before they even had a chance to get away, their ship much bigger than the fishing boat, and with a laugh, the captain sent his men aboard ared at the occupants. "Listen up boys- your day just got a hell of a lot worse." He grinned.
Gilbery immedietly drew the gun at his side, knowing it would probably be useless, but he sure as HELL was not going to give up that easily. "Who the hell are you?" He demanded.
The guns were locked onto him immediately as several of the other crewmen were bound. Gritting his teeth, Gilbert hissed viciously.
"Pirates~" Their captain laughed, answering his demands. "You're a feisty one, aren't you?" The barrels of the guns were pressed to Gil's chest and two men grabbed his arms. "With that build and such a pale complexion- I'm sure you'd make a great price on the market." He smirked, grabbing the struggling nation's face. "And an albino too? That ought to fetch a real good price."
"Price? The awesome me is worth more than you could pay!" He spat.
The captain smirked. "Anyways-" The others clapped thick handcuffs (no doubt stolen) over his wrists behind his back. "Of everyone here, I think you're really the only one we need. Leave the rest- they're too old or too scrawny." He barked and they began shoving the struggling Prussian aboard.
Gilbert snarled, a deep gutteral sound, and tried to break the cuffs. No avail, they were far too thick. He despised pirates back in the day, only he was cool enough to be one... and Francis of course... and then there was spain... BUT NO ONE ELSE! Wait... "Market?"
Shoving him onto the ship and basically forcing him down to the lower deck, the captain followed behind as his men set sail again. "Slave market." He mused, watching him struggle. "You'll fetch a good price."
"You bastards, that's illegal!" but they paid him no heed.
The lower deck held the sleeping quarters of the men, but going down another level, they reached the cargo hold, where the men hooked another set of cuffs around the middle of him and onto a very strong, wooden pole.
Down there- it was cold and wet and the air smelled heavily of meat and salt. Gilbert would be forced to sit against the floor behind several crates, so that if anyone came down, they wouldn't see him and angled in such a damned uncomfortable position.
Shoving a rag in his mouth to keep him silent, the captain sneered and left him alone.
Gilbert glared daggers at him until he left him in the utter darkness, every curse he knew in his mind, but also knew he had to bide his time. The moment they let their guards down, he'd break free... but... a slave market...? Deep down inside, though the Prussian hated to admit it... he was a little frightened. Slave markets were cruel and harsh and he... rather knew that well. Especially since he'd seen a few in action. Besides, he wanted to see Maggie- the sweet, gentle Canadian was probably back in Canada right now, reading that same silly book about gardens and carrots...
i"What are you doing eh?" She asked with a bright smile.
"Writing in my awesome journal, duh." He replied with a grin. "An awesome person like me has to keep cool~"
"Well when you're done mr. cool guy-" She crossed her arms over that hugely gorgeous chest of hers- gods he loved that chest- so soft and so... so... HUGE. like soft pillows to snuggle in and kiss and... wait, she was talking, ight?
"W-what?" He blinked, looking back up at her violet gaze behind those adorable pink glasses. She was far too sweet to even notice he'd spaced.
"Just remeber to put it down long enough to have dinner with me tonight okay?" She kissed his nose. "I mean.. I baked this cake and stuff and... I hope you like it~"
"Maggie, anything you make I love, cuz you're just so awesome!" He replied with his trademark smirk.
"Well its carrot cake- this book I read on gardens and stuff sid that if you use them frsh, it tastes better. I know you like maple asmuch as I do, but i rhought I'd try something different." She smiled. He reached up and kissed her.
"Sounds awesome~"/I
They traveled for days- though Gilbert would not have been able to tell that in the damp dark he was forced to sit all cramped in. They didn't feed him- why keep up his strength? They'd give him some bread to tide him over once the third day approached it's end.
The whole time he was down there, he kept trying to think of ways to escape, but he was hungry now and his mind kept wandering to Maggie, destracting him.
Suddenly sauntering into the room with the stale bread in his hands, the captain made his little house call and stared down at the descheveled Prussian with a smug grin. He was cramped in that position and had hardly any room to move at all. Looking up at him with fire in his tired eyes, the captain chuckled as he growled behind the gag.
Tearing it out of Gilbert's mouth, he held up the bread and smirked. "Hungry?" He asked, enjoying this far too much.
He glared at him "Ja..." He had a strong feeling the bastard wouldn't just give him the bread.
Waving it in front of his face, the captain grinned darkly. "You seem uncomfortable sitting there-" He cooed. "Let's make you more comfortable." He slipped a knee in between Gil's legs and grinned ever darker. "You'll have to beg for the bread by the way~" He said. "Or I'll push you here harder~" He gave him a nudge in his vital regions suggestively.
Gilbert winced. Oh no he didn't... "Y-you... sick bastard..." He snarled. "Give it to me- I will not beg!" the Prussian begged for no one... except Maggie of course, but that was different!
He pressed his knee harder into Gilbert's crotch, and bringing the bread to his nose. "Yes you will." He said, enjoying this. Stubbornness was just a way of displaying how hungry he really was. If he would resist the captain- he'd have a little fun and that suited him just fine.
Gilbert just managed to bite back a groan. He tried to bite the bread from the man's hand, missing horribly. He was so hungry...
The captain smirked and kept the bread just out of reach, pulling his knee back to slide a hand into his pants. "Beg for it." He said again, stroking his glorious five meters. "Beg for it or I'll continue."
Gilbert squirmed in what little space he had and let out a choked moan. "D-dammit... j-just... I-If you don't... I'll bite through my tounge and drown in my own blood!" Which was a lie though and he knew it because he couldn't die as a nation... or... ex nation in his case and Maggie still needed his awesome self!
The captain let out a hearty laugh. "Oh you wouldn't-" He grabbed ahold of his hardening member and stroked it, playing with the head with his thumb. "Because you'd want to stay alive for this~" He grinned, knowing full well how all of this went down. He pressed the bread to his lips and swiftly pulled back before Gilbert could grab it. "Now beg." Damn him and his insistant orders!
The captain knew he would not be thinking clearely for long with the way he was taking his time in teasing his vital regions like that.
"N-no..." He blushed, actually BLUSHED, the touches already talking their effect. But he had his awesome stubornness. He let out a weak laugh. "Do the rest of the c-crew know you d-do this to your prisoners?" He tried to sound tough, but he was just failing miserably...
"You bet-" He refused to take that smirk off his face and began pumping him, still waving the bread in front of his face. "In fact- I think I'll bring some down to join us, shall I?"
He set the bread down, still slowly pumping him and whistled loudly. "Oi! You lazy brats! Get down here! Our guest wants attention!"
Two gruff looking men came down and smirked with him, knowing full well what he meant. Being out at sea so long- they didn't get much fun with women, so they had to improvise...
As the captain worked, one of them bent down and the other kneeled. "He says he'll bite his tongue before he begs." The captain mused. "You- occupy that mouth for him and you-" he turned to the kneeling one. "Make him squirm."
The one bending down grabbed his face and forced his fingers to pry back his teeth jamming his tongue inside. "You bite me and I'll bite you back harder." He warned. The other made busy sending caloused fingers up his shirt to his nipples.
Still the captain was tantilizingly slow...
Gilbert's eyes went wide with something close to panic. This... this wasn't right! The Prussian was NOT the one to be dominated unless he wanted to and he REALLY didn't want to- He jerked his head away and clamped his mouth shut. He felt dirty... but little sparks of pleasure kept shooting through his body. He tryed to get a grasp on reality, but his mind was slowly becoming mush at their hands.
The Captain growled and bent down, undoing Gilbert's pants and sending his tongue over the tip of his leaking, now exposed erection. The following gasp would give the other the opertunity to reclaim the Prussian's mouth.
The fact that he'd moved like that at all meant that he was feeling helpless- a sensation the captain found most amusing and one the Prussian found distasteful and unfair.
The one playing with his nipples drew his shirt up and leaned in, biting his skin roughly and licking them, leaving so many marks of pure dominance. Gilbert was not a common bottom- nor did he like being it and at the hands of these lunatic, it was more than annoying since he was chafing and bent so far his shoulders threatened to pop out of their sockets from the angle he was in.
Gilbert moaned, his mouth reclaimed, his nipples hard and tingling and his member leaking. He'd give in, for now... but... He closed his eyes. Immedietly, the men were gone, replaced with the woman with golden hair, cherry-red lips and violet eyes. That beauty with that curvy body a goddess would envy... bespecticaled, perfect women. He had to picture this... he had to... Otherwise...
Gilbert was a strong erson physically, but since his dissolve, he;d been emotionally unstable and needy towards Maggie, a thing he tried not to be as she was so nice to him all the time. Now though...
Pumping him fast and hard, the captain was so amused, licking up his leaking juices. The one at his lips clanked against him hard and hungrily, bruising his lips and knocking their teeth together.
Having chosen to continue sucking, the one at his nipples trailed a hand down his spine roughly and grabbed his ass, making him jump a little. He forced hisfingers past his opening (two at once) and jammed them inside, scissoring and still claiming his chest.
He yelped, his fantasy wavering, Maggie would never be this rough... Even that single time she;d gotten drunk and topped him- He tried to squirm. He didn't like this at all and it was all too muchto handle right now-
He was getting very close and the man jabbing his fingers incessantly into the nerve center in his ass really didn't help.
He was going to come for them- the captain knew there was nothing he could do. He gave the man attacking his ass a sly look and pumped really fast- almost there- almost there-
Suddenly, he puled back without warning, releasing him. The one kneeling pulled his fingers out and the man kissing him stopped, all backing up to watch him squirm for release.
"Beg for it." He demanded yet again, holding his legs down so he could only squirm.
It took him a moment to realize what just happened. He couldn't beg for release! "N-no..." He struggled. He had his awesome stubbornness... and he was way too awesome to beg for anything!
They watched him. "So stubborn." The captain said and hovered a hand near his twitching, leaking member. The heat radiated from his hand so close and yet to very far out of reach.
The one who had been kissing him took out some rope and used it to tie his legs to one of the heavy crated that would be unmovable as the captain got off. "Damn you look so stupid." He sneered. The captain's hand moved around to wrap around his member, but still never touching it once, tantilizingly close and so goddamned far!
"Beg."
"MAGGIE PLEASE LET ME CUM!" He wrenched himself back into his fantasy. It was sanctuary- it was safe it was-
Taking this to his advantage, the captain grinned darkly. "I will sweetie- just for you~" The other men snickered at this. "And then I'll let you eat~" He grabbed him and pumped one last time, knowing that would be enough.
And he did, nearly mentally kicking himself as he was snapped out of his fantasy by the man's voice. He cracked an eye open, panting heavily "D-dammit..."
Satisfied, the captain left him tied there, humiliated and soaked with his own seeds, and set the bread against his heaving chest, just out of reach. "Good boy, but you forgot to beg for the bread." He mused and the three of them left him once again in the damp, dark cargo room.
Prussia wanted to throw up. He couldn't believe he had just done that... He just barely managed to get the bread in his mouth and eat it. He'd wait... He had to wait... He closed his eyes and began to pray to god- the universe, whoever would listen... he even prayed to Maggie.
Maggie was sitting in her bedroom reading a book when she shot her head up, frowning. She could have sworn she just heard her name being called- but she shrugged it off. No one was around to call her like that- it must be her imagination.
They continued to sail deep into the night an on till probably a week later, every three days repeating the actions of that day, much to Gilbert's dismay.
Pulling the door open, the captain mused at his limp, still starving form and on his orders, he was untied (the handcuffs still around his wrists) and hauled him shakily to his feet, forcing him out into the blinding sunset.
Without a change of clothes (slaves did not get that priviledge) and angry as hell, they pulled him off the boat and stood there with him in the moonlight as a man came over on the dock to inspect him.
"He's strong-" He jabbed his hand across Gilbert's muscles. Yeah- he was decked with a 6-pack and well defined shoulders... "I'll set him up for the rings and find a good buyer."
He payed the pirate captain who gave Gil's ass a slap and walked off, different men coming to haul him over to an area along the dock with more burly guys, none of which looked even close to being able to fight him.
Over the weeks, he let his anger build up. The ring? Sounded like he'd be fighting. He grinned evily. Of course, the moment he was freed, he'd find that capitain and slaughter him- NO ONE vilated him like that unless it was by his say so... or Francis, but Francis had those rights under the Bad Touch Trio pact a long time ago!
But he probably wouldn't be seeing him again- if ever, because they set sail to go, fully paid and uncaring as to what would happen to him.
The auctioneer let a croud of underground, dirty dealers gather on the dock and brought forth the first man to sell, then the next, then the next-
Gilbert was forcibly shoved onto the platform, two guards holding him in place and knowing that if he struggled, the buyers would appreciate him more.
"We'll start the bidding at 50 pounds-" He began and just at seeing how tall and pale he was made the bids go up very high, very fast.
Gilbert remained quiet, praying to god to strike down their ship so he wouldn't have to go through the trouble. He had to remain calm... though he was satisfied at how high the bids were getting, it still irked him terribly and he grit his teeth.
"Going once- twice- SOLD at 470, 000 pounds!" The auctioneer barked. He was dragged off again, this time harshly shoved into a car where he was blindfolded.
"Yer gonna make one hell of a fighter." the man inside said. Deep pitch, gruff sounding. This guy was made of money and got his kicks causing of course, at his statement, Gilbert chuckled. No one had to tell him that, after all... he fought with Germany all the time and still didn't die.
The car drive was long and had many, MANY twists and turns. It stopped in a dark alleyway where he was taken out hurriedly, the blindfold still on and moved quickly inside.
The building smelled like sweat and filth and rusting metal. Heavy smoke from thick cigars clouded the roof of the building and once his blindfold was torn off, Gnilbert could see that the crowded place was dimly lit and held a very depressing aura. He was taken down a long hallways with boxes stacked and things smeared across the walls, then stripped down to nothing while held firm by about 6 muscular guys as his handcuffs were removed.
They tagged him with a collar (how demeaning) that displayed the tag "18-R" that couldn't be pried off but without his new master's key and he was locked inside a hot cell. He would soon be sweating like crazy, but at least they left hm alone for a while.
He tried to take the collar off in vain, struggling and writhing against the filthy floor in a desperate attempt at freedom, but after a while he simply sat quietly on the metalic slab that was supposed to be his bed. He rubbed his raw wrists, grateful his hands were free, but sweating like a stuck pig. The steam trailed across his vision and blurred it, making thinking straight more difficult. Buck naked and exposed for everyone to see, he didn't care much... he just felt very dirty and not from the scum of the floor.
Once he got home, he was taking the longest, hottest bath in the history of all took a deep breath, but it was not long before he was standing and rattling the bars, not good at being cooped up.
Hours surely passed and he could hear the sounds off in the distance of people cheering or booing, grunting and sounds of pain.
The air was so thick it was almost choking, what with the heat and the smoke combined.
A shadow blocked the light and the man jolted him out of his staring at the ceiling. "Oi, you. Your master's coming, show some dignity, idiot. He's coming to take you to the ring, you white freak." The gruff looking and very hairy man also had a collar on and many scars much like Ancient Rome. "If I was you- I'd do as he says, or ya won't be fed t'night and beaten somethin harsh." He quickly moved away, heavy footsteps echoing through the place to reveal a man who had to be some kind of gangster with all the gold he wore. Mob boss or something-
"Get up Dog- it's time to prove your worth." He spat and unlocked the door. "Try and escape and you get shocked so bad your ears ring, you got that, filth?" He spat.
Gilbert smirked tiredly and stood. Anger and hunger combined were very powerful tools of hatred. He strode past this man, content that he was much taller, and into the ring.
The man they brought forth and locked inside the cage to fight him was covered in bulging muscles, clearely overdosing on the sterroids- growling like an animal for he'd lost his sanity long ago.
All he cared about was getting fed afterwords and the spectators above had paid good money to watch and bet on the victor. If Gilbert lost- he'd be beaten. If he refused to fight- he's be shocked until he did AND beaten.
His opponent snarled fiercely and bared his teeth, lunging forward.
Though muscular and strong, Gilbert was very nimble. He swiftly stepped to the side and watched as the brute missed. He whistled and he charged at him again. Gil grinned and bent over backwards - a nifty trick Spain taught hm for aboiding particular bulls. As his hands hit the rinc, his feet came up and knocked the guy in the chin.
The big lug growled and grabbed Gilbert by the ankle, pulling him down hard and punching him hard across the face left- right- left- until his knuckles were covered in his blood.
Snap.
Oh that was the last straw. Gilbert grabbed his fist and stood, causing the man to be pushed back a little. He pushed his fist back until he was brought to his knees. "Didn't your mutti ever tell you it's not nice to hit?" He chirped. He kneed the man in the chin, causing a tooth to come out, then kicked him in the stomach, groin and throat. He grinned as the behemoth passed out. "''Course, MY mutti said kicking was alright~"
Cheers of aproval were heard above as bets were won and growls of defeat from those who had to pay up.
"Myashka's slaves always win!" One groaned.
As the huge lug was dragged off, another, even LARGER man was shoved inside to take his place. This one had seen way too much blood and he smelled of it, his teeth stained in it.
"Finiotelli's boy's gonna kick his ass hard! Don't fail us you you lumbering idiot!" Some hissed. "He's going to eat him if he gets the chance!" Another laughed.
The monster stared hard at him and hungrily licked his lips.
Gilbert was still in his snapped daze and too hungry to care. He laughed. "This the best you can come up with, ja?" He jeered "I've seen salamanders who could put up a better fight!"
The monster roared, literally slammiing his whole body into the nation and chomping down hard on his neck. "Must eeeeat!" he growled loudly.
"GAH!" Dear GODS IN HEAVEN that hurt! He kneed the guy in the crotch. A juvinile move, but effective. He turned and elbowed him in the teeth, turned again, punched him in the nose to his eyes woud water and swiped his legs and tripped him.
He was clumsy on his feet because of the pain in his groin and he staggered back with everything Gilbert did, falling with a thud to the ground. He kicked out at the Prusian, effectively hitting his stomach and sending him staggering backwards, but not long enough for him to get up.
Gil got the wind knocked out of him, but still managed to spin around him and slam the guy in the back of the head, knocking him out.
Again they dragged the looser out and this time, Gilbert's "Master" brought him out of the ring and back to the cage, tossing him a huge chunk of meat- probably a steak. "Keep this up and you'll make me rich, dog." He chuckled and left him alone in the dark.
Gilbert sighed but greedily ate the meat, calming down from his high. He was too awesome to do anything but eat- and throw curses at everyone who passed- and his wounds were already starting to heal due to him being... a... nation... Huh... he wondered how his "Master" would react to that? He'd have to bide his time. He lay on the floor for now and slept., as the bed seemed less comforting than the floor.
It had been two weeks already and Maggie had yet to hear from her boyfriend, worry striking her hard and fast. "Where could he be?" she wondered aloud on the plane, looking out the window. She knew he was busy, but he always made a note to send over to give her a cute love letter on how much he missed her, and then Maggie would send one back stamped with a kiss. It was childish and romantic, but Gil always did that because he knew she liked it.
But lately- no letters for her. Had something happened? Stepping out of the plane and heading to the shore he was to have docked at, a sudden gust of wind sent a chill through her veins and she gasped to see the usually green grass now covered in ice- clouds rolling in from the far, far north.
Her fear gained strength and she dashed up the hill towards the house he was supposed to be staying at, yanking open the door and finding every room stone-cold empty. Maggie came back out and cast her worried gaze along the coast, running towards the more densely populated part of the area, asking about Gilbert. "Have you seen him? When? Two weeks?" It was all the same- no one knew where Gilbert had gone! It was as if he simply popped out of existance!
"I know-" A man's voice said and Maggie turned to look at an old fisherman, his leg bound in a tight bandage. "I was on the ship with him and the others two weeks ago when we were attacked by pirates."
"Pirates?" She asked, thinking the old man daft.
"They held us up with guns and even though he was armed with his own- they were too powerful. They raided the ship, killed two men and took Gilbert with them-" He looked at her sorrowfully. "We were lost and I was the only one who made it back-" He said and grabbed her by the collar. "They mentioned the Slave Market-" He warned. "Knowing them- Gil might very well have been illegally sold as a slave-"
Maggie nodded and thanked him. "Thank you- than you for the information- god thank you-" She breathed determinedly. He was alive- sold probably, but alive. First things first, Maggie had to find the pirates. Very few sailed nowadays and if she had to call in some old favours, she would sure as hell track it down...
Two weeks- 5 days of sailing along the seas, then it was 13 days after that of practically non-stop fighting. Big opponents, small opponents, some baring weapons while he remained unarmed and all the while winning every single fight.
He was badly bruised on his left shin and the back of his right shoulder and he assumed his ankle was broken (quickly healing though), but Gilbert refused to give up jut yet. He ate the food they provided him with regardless that it was dry and a little stale- hey, it was food and ANYTHING was better than the idea of bread- somehow he didn't think he could look at a piece of bread quite the same way after that night on the ship...
He kept thinking of Maggie- she drove him, urged him on and with her image in his head, he could draw the courage and anger needed to fight back.
But it was too hot and his cell was small enough that he could not stand straight, nor could he pace unless in little circles. They kept him inside it at all times when he was not in the ring and when the 'morning rush' came in to watch the fights- he had at least 16 opponents a day, very few breaks in between.
And he missed her so bad he could taste it. It was like being labeled a "criminal" after being wrongly accused of something- sitting against the hard metallic bed with his back bent and his head in his hands, he stared at the floor, conjouring up her image.
The smoke never did clear- and he barely got any sleep with the noises of pipes rattling, bars clanging and steam hissing all over the ever present begs to be released or fed or helped or saved-
All of it was maddening. They never provided him with comfortable things- whatever wealth his master obtained by his winning in the ring was rewarded only with meat to keep him alive as he pompously spent the money not on accomodations for Gilbert, but on fancier coats and gold rings.
They didn't even provide any kind of makeshift toilet and he now understood why there was so much smoke- it clogged the senses enough to get you to ignore it.
But he was slipping- slowly losing his resolve. Gritting his teeth and pulling on his snow-white hair, he tried to hold back the tears. He was a man, dammit- an awesome, fucking man! He could almost hear her comforting voice- and he wanted nothing more than to burry his face in her hair and breathe in her scent- to wash away the smell of waste and heat and his own filth and odor- he felt so damn dirty-
And before he realized it- he was crying again- he had been, on and off for three days and the welts on his back from the beatings administered told him never to do it in front of the master. "You are a fighter! Fighters do not cry so suck it up Dog!" But he couldn't help it- the pain in his chest ached to even get a glipse of her and he wondered every day if she was looking for him- if he could escape and see her- but... what if he couldn't? With each day that passed, he worried that she might stop looking- regardless that he knew she would not.
"Oi- Dog! Get up- you're fighting the Chi'yung's slave today!" his master ordered, opening the cage. He wiped away the tears quickly, learning easily how to hide them. "You either defeat her in 5 minutes, or I'll beat you again and if she manages even a single nick with her knife, so help me I'll make you wish you'd never been born." He threatened darkly and steped asside.
In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to slam the asshole against the wall and put him through all the pain he'd been through tenfold. No... a hundredfold! His resolve had nearly cracked and it was all he could do to stay sane. He hadn't spoken a word to this pig of a man, at least in english. If he ever did, it was in German and he usually insulted him. It was amusing to watch him tor to decifer what he said. He made his way to the ring. He said "she" so she'd probably rely on speed and agility. He was ready to fight. Here, he'd unleash some of his anger. Then, after the fight...
Dark and hard to see as always, the spectators above both booed and hissed and cheered all at once- revolting be their voices.
The barred door was locked behind him again and the one in front of him opened to send in his opponent.
She was enormous- standing about 10 feet tall and definitely of Amazonness heritage, in her hands, firmly grasped, were a rope stained in red, and an impressive dagger.
She was, in no way, what he had expected- sure most of his opponents were rather large, but until now, the females had just relied on their speed and accuracy. Thi woman, however, had not the look of a monster, uch more of a calculating huntress. "Come on little dog-" She taunted, brandishing her weapon. "Dance for me." It was not a question.
5 minutes- he had 5 minutes to disarm, disable and render her useless in coninuing to fight...
This was not going to be easy...
Maggie stood against the wood of the mast, leaning out and gazing to the open waters rendered brightly in the moonlight. She had to find them- the pirates who had stolen away her love.
But she wasn't going to kill them- not even hurt them. ust scare them shitless. Dressed entirely in a white, flowing nightgown with her hair let down to billow in the breeze, even her own hired crewmen were nervous at seeing her- she looked like a spirit.
But she would catch those fools who dared to mess with her and the one she cared most about and was in no mood to have anyone question her actions.
The ship was in sight- it had taken but two days to locate a decent crew, and a third to get the information on the pirates fro a friend of hers with a job of questionable legality.
Now all that was left- was to catch up...