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- No word count, we'd like 10,000 at least but no pressure, that's why there is no word count. (It can be a short story or one-shot).

- Edward MUST be the Pirate Captain of his ship.

- Edward MUST say "I win because I cheat!" in some way, at some point.

- The story MUST be rated M

- Bella & Edward MUST end up together.

- The characters can be either AH or Vampires, it's up to you.

- It can be written in either Bella's or Edward's POV and can also be written as a third person.

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Midnight Revenge

My fingers absently fiddled with the lace on my corset, this is what boredom feels like. Endless days without adventure, without excitement, surrounded by people talking about nothing and everything all at once. I'm a face in the background, watching but never partaking in the mindless dribble.

My dress is thick and hot on this summer day. The breeze coming on deck from the ocean tickling my neck, utterly useless at cooling me. I open my hand fan, more for style then having a purpose. Still, it pushes the air around me, giving me the illusion of cool. I can't say these pretty dresses don't gleam attention, like they are intended.

Men and women have stopped to comment on my attire. Some impressed, my long hair pulled out of the way, spiralling down in what I'm assured is a new fashion statement. Others, the older generation stopped just to introduce themselves, look me over and deem me an undesirable. The rich are always fickle.

The trip down the ocean should take four days, as long as we don't run into any trouble. I've heard that over and over from many different people. It's like a game of rotation, where everyone had the same joke to tell, the same comment to make, the same lines in a play, to all the different ears that would listen.

I grip the handle to my case harder, imagining what it would be like to really be one of them. To have been born wealthy, only understanding the complexities of social conventions, never going hungry or worrying. It sounded like torture. My own mother fled from this lifestyle, the lifestyle my father had been born and raised in. He picked her for her beauty, she didn't have a say in who she picked to begin with. Men in this culture use their daughters as bargaining chips, I am too much like my mother to blindly accept my role.

My poor father, growing up wealthy and hard headed. But what choice do I have now?

"I hear you are returning home." A new voice says, asking a question without asking one. It's an upper class thing they all seemed to do. I turn, taking in the man who brought attention to himself. He's obviously the captain. He wants everyone to know that at first glance. A captain's hat, the jacket with the navy seal and metal. This man is attractive but obviously trying to prove something to himself and everyone he meets. He likes being in charge. I adjust constantly, acting a giggling trope to his manly demeanour. I know how to play this game.

"Yes, my father has overreacted some in my absence, it seems. I hope I haven't worried him." I smile coyly before dropping my fan uselessly to my side. I must appear impressionable, clueless and just a hint rebellious. Captain Witherdale had a type, and I plan to fit that mold. He grins, his clear blue eyes glinting in the sunlight with mischief. We would be departing soon, I'd be the last face he see's before he prepares his take off. His blonde hair is long and pulled back, an obvious sign he is used to being at sea.

"You're Isabella Swan, then. The rumors are true." I nod, biting my lip and stepping a half step closer, bringing my hand up to my forehead as if I was only adjusting for the sun. There had been a reason I'd come up from my cabin below to socialize. Rumors and gossip spread quicker than the plague.

"Yess'um. I've been away visiting my mother. My father expected me back much sooner, he assumed the worse." I roll my eyes as if my father is being silly, I even grin like my comment is meant as a joke at my father's expense. Chief Swan, my father, is head of the entire naval armada. When I fled his house for my freedom he's never stopped using his expendable resources to track and hunt me down. I'm taking a risk here, spreading my name around.

"I will send word to your father before we depart, that you are in my care and on your way home." He says, being so bold as to put his hand on my shoulder, his thumb grazing the bare skin at the side of my neck. I try not to react, even look grateful but I fear I am unsuccessful. This man traded women, sold them, and he only sought personal profit from all of his endeavours. Even now, he is after the reward that is guaranteed with my safe return, posted by my father.

"Oh sir, that is mighty kind of you." I grin as salaciously as possible. My eyes cloud over and I wish this to be over already. Acting is not my strong suit and I feel too much spite for this man to even pretend to be interested. But I must. This isn't for me, this is for Alice, for all the people this man had wronged over the years but especially for tormenting and ruining-

"Captain!" A young man yells from behind me. "We need to prepare, the tide is pulling." And so our journey begins. Captain James Witherdale excuses himself, requesting I join him in his personal quarters for dinner and strolls away without waiting for my answer. Must be one of those rich folk questions that aren't questions again.

When we depart an hour later, all of the folks that were buzzing to one another go to the railing closest to the shores, waving at those they are leaving behind or maybe pretending like they have someone to wave too. I find a bench, a piece of painted wood bolted to the wall of the ship and make myself comfortable. I had quite a wait ahead of me. My sea legs were sturdy by now and as the sun fell more and more in the sky, people gathered below deck. Some to sleep away the sickness but the bulk gathered in the dining hall, too excited not to hear all about their fellow passengers.

Night fell and I was the last on deck, as I had intended. The thickness of my fancy clothing helped to keep me warm. The sea and night combined to make the air chilly, despite being in the middle of summer. Captain Witherdale had been able to sail these seas undetected and safely for many months. He did the opposite of what other naval captains do. He travels alone instead of in a fleet and he travels without lights on his deck to make this ship unspottable at night. The sea is full of surprises but none have caught up with Captain Witherdale... yet.

It's why the rich flock to his ship, it's why pirates tell stories of the riches unreachable on this vessel, and it's why Captain Witherdale had such a large ego. His ship is untouchable, he says and all the while he's legally racking in the gold for illegal trade of people. It funds the whole naval armada and I'm morally opposed to that.

I'm supposed to wait two days before using my case, but Captain Witherdale had sent word to my father before we departed and if the messenger hasn't been interrupted or delayed, he will know of my whereabouts. So, I used it. Preparing and executing my plan with ease. Now, I needed to get off this ship. I needed to take a lifeboat and flee before it's too late, I can row for awhile and then let the tide take me. As long as my lantern glowed there shouldn't be an issue with being found.

Of course, Captain Witherdale became impatient. I heard the door close, alerting me to the fact that someone had come onto the deck while I'd been fiddling with the ropes tying the lifeboats to the side of the ship. It was a silly escape plan anyways, we were traveling too quickly, the sails catching too much wind. There isn't any possible way for me to leave this ship until we are still in the water. The brief encounters with the upper class have gone to my head, awakening my old fears and affecting my logical mind.

"Ms. Swan, the Captain has requested your presence for supper, it will be served soon." The man in white examined what I was doing, obviously curious. I thought quickly, stepping away from the side and holding the small bag I had, having already ditched my case.

"Will all these lifeboats be enough?" I ask, he shakes his head and looks me over. I am probably horribly wind blown. Did I look like the lady I had been this morning or am I too disheveled? How did he know I was Ms. Swan without asking?

"Yes, ma'am. This ship is stable so don't fret about such things. Freshen up and then go to the Captains quarters." The crew man turns and leaves, shaking his head in disbelief as he exits through the same door he came through. I was losing it, I think. Being this close to capture... to being forced into the life of 'barefoot and pregnant' to a rich fool who bought me. I have to shake the fear from my bones in order to move forward.

I have to take my chances, I wouldn't survive on a lifeboat alone in the ocean at night. It wasn't plausible or attainable. I have to take my chances. I couldn't undo what I did, but I didn't feel too bad about it.

My cheeks were red from the wind, my hair a mess from its constant teasing and pulling. I did the best I could with what I had to make myself presentable. I just let my hair fall, feeling bad for ruining Rose's hard work. The end result wasn't much better than how I looked moments ago but I wasn't out to impress this captain, although, I still had to.

If Captain Witherdale thought he'd be getting a free rendezvous with me, he's dead wrong. He can't afford a night with me.

Drinking seems to be the only item on the agenda in the dining hall. Even the crewmen are cozying up to the women with mugs in their hands. This isn't a party ship, I've seen how crazy those can get but seeing a man with a monocle waste gold on ship ale is a sight to see. The laughs got louder but thats as far as the upper class went when it came to lowering their inhibitions.

If only they knew where I'd spend most of my nights over the last year. With just the thought my spirits raise and I forget to worry about the message my father received or the plan I enacted early. Tonight, I had work to do.

Captain Witherdale had started on the ale early. When I timidly knocked on what I assumed was the captains quarters, he answered with a sway and a grin. His breath smelled of gin. He ushered me in but I pulled him along, stopping him from shutting the door behind me. I didn't want the fine folks with too much gold to get the wrong impression of me.

I wanted to keep an eye on the party, I wanted to have an easy escape route but mostly I wanted Captain Witherdale to know that I was here because he basically demanded my presence. Not for any other reason. If he believed that, I didn't have to act much. He only eyed the open door for a moment before pulling a chair out at the already set table to the right of his seat. I, being a woman, had to sit on his left while he sat at the head of the table.

The room was larger than I expected. I ignored the seat he pulled out for me, walking around the parameter. He had a bathing tub, empty and on its side, gathering dust. His desk was full, papers strewn about and scribbled on. A campus was wedged under one side. He had plenty of trophies. A gold hilted sword, goblets and ornate boxes that promised riches inside. This room alone, with all its treasures is worth quite a bit.

"You're impressed." The quick witted and large egoed captain quips. "I haven't even shown you the greatest of my goods yet." I know he's referencing something that is entirely too forward and sexual, my blush saves the day though. I don't have to force that. To avoid what he said, I approach the table full of meats and breads. It does look amazing.

"This all looks delicious, Captain Witherdale." I try to sound salacious and succeed.

"Please call me James." His forced grin lets me know that he prefers his captain title but I enjoy irking him, forcing him into polite talk.

"James it is, then." He pulls out my chair and I sit. The boring conversation continues, James speaks of his travels, of his riches and then of his duties. I laugh when he makes fun of his superiors and grin when he subtly brings up his plans for me this evening. If my own plans didn't come to fruition today, I'll have to find a secret place to sleep so James doesn't barge into my quarters and find me tonight. He's far too confident that he will get to have me, for me to feel safe denying him or postponing.

The meal is over, I elaborately compliment it before standing and fiddling around his room. James watches from the table. As the night wears on, my nerves begin to build. I notice a key hidden behind a statue of some kind of god, I spin around giggling at something James said that I find so ridiculously funny. I palm the key and then tuck it into my tight sleeve. It's cold against my wrist.

"It's getting late, Isabella." James mentions and I mock being confused.

"I'm sorry, am I keeping you up?" There, now it seems as if I'm offended. A man like Captain Witherdale wouldn't let something like that slide.

"Of course not, I was actually hoping to keep you to myself and in my company for a few hours longer." He's up and striding toward me. I can't find a way out of that one but still step toward the door. Perhaps I can join the rich folk in the dining hall? If others are around James wouldn't try anything, right?

My fears were unfounded though, when a bell goes off, not once but repeatedly and loudly, I know something needs Captain Witherdale's attention. A cannon fires and howls are heard. Both James and I are frozen before he turns to go but I'm acting quickly in order to distract him. I basically threw myself into his arms to stop him from gathering up his weapons he had removed for our supper.

"What's happening?" I whisper, clinging to his frock. "Are we being attacked?" I wiggle against him, pressing him back and moving the both of us against the far wall to look out the open door and into the dining hall, which shows pirates rushing down the stairs and into the dining hall with swords and pistols waving.

It doesn't take long for me to spot him out in the dining hall scanning the faces in the crowd. Tall and striding with purpose.

Now there, that's a captain. A captain of the pirate ship that found and infiltrated the illusive Captain Witherdale's ship. He didn't have to show off his status, he didn't flaunt his position, it was the way the other pirates acted around him that gave this ship captains status away. He's beautiful of course. Messy copper hair, dark eyes and the scruff of a few days going unshaved. The whole crew, dirty and raiding, still looked like a standard bunch of people to me, real people, ones with stories and families.

I felt more from them then the rich getting their jewels stolen.

James, the captain of this naval vessel secretly wished he hadn't worn his full on captains garb for our 'date'. When I turned in his arms to gage James's reaction I could tell by his face that he wished he could hide as the pirate Captain stopped to eye his clothing from across the room. The pirate captain gave a half grin, taking in my position next to James, wrapped around him as if terrified. That crooked smile made me weak in the knees.

It didn't take long for the pirate captain to reach us with his long strides and glinting, glaring eyes directed right at James. As soon as the pirate captain reached us, that's when James began to free himself of my grip. He wanted his weapons but I fought him, falling to my knees before the pirate captain dragged him forward by his collar and forcing him to stand before him and away from me. James didn't get his weapons for this conversation. I stayed back, gripping my hands together. Is it wrong that my heart is racing? My breasts heaving and my insides were growing tight, warm and wet? As soon as I heard the pirate's voice, the effect of him doubled. He sounded smooth with a hearty edge, obviously educated. He chose the pirate life above another one.

"Em! Jazz! Hold this Bilge-sucking captain in place, in case he has any ideas of running from me... again." The captain winks at me, one of his green, glorious eyes disappearing for a moment. James knew he was caught, he sneered but this pirate captain wasn't paying him any attention after his men gathered him and held him down. He had moved on to more interesting matters.

Me.

His green eyes shadowed darkly, his mouth smirking in that way. I was a fly caught in his web and he knew he had me. I wasn't an actress and my need to feel what this man had under his trousers is clearly on display for him. His lips part, slow but whatever he's about to say is interrupted.

"Cap'n, the crates below are filled with gold. The barrels, mead!" A pirate shouted from outside the Captains Quarters, rolling a barrel in front of the doorway. With the door open I could see the other crew members with sacks, asking the rich folk to put their valuables inside. The 'cap'n' laughs, his head thrown back in joy as his green orbs settled on my face again, his grin never losing its magnitude. He'd succeeded, all of his dreams were being realized, that's the face he wore before me.

His hand reaches out, an offering for him to escort me, like a gentlemen. It was as if he was mocking me. I swat it away, annoyed but he chuckles softly as I struggled up in this bulky contraption these people call clothing. When I'm finally standing before the beautiful pirate captain, James pipes up.

"Take the girl!" He says, bartering for his life. "She's the lord Swan's daughter, the reward for her return is worth four of my ships." Oh, a fabrication, even. I knew the reward on my head is worth about one of his ships, but James said the wrong thing anyways... He is doomed for sure because the pirates face goes cold, vicious. The pirate captain's narrowed eyes swirl downward before landing on James with a look that could and should have killed him.

"You are willing to sell this girl, whom you were obviously trying to court, to a pirate?" The captain snarls, his too straight and too white to be pirate teeth, baring and grinding in anger. "Don't you know, pirates be dishonourable fiends." He steps toward James and in a blink of an eye the pirate captain socked captain Witherdale in the jaw.

I step forward, half rushing in case I needed to stop the pirate captain from going any further. Not to stop him from harming James, of course. I reach into my sleeve and pull the key free, holding it as if a present to the pirate captain. His green eyes shift to it and Captain Witherdale eyes it with anger and resentment.

"Traitor!" He howls at me and my mouth pops open.

"You were going to trade me!" I shout, stomping my foot and wanting to punch this guy in the face myself. The pirate 'cap'n' covers my hand with his before he takes the key, touching my skin longer than necessary.

"Jake!" A moment after the cap'n screamed it, a boy, younger than myself appears inside James's private quarters. "Find out where this key goes, the Corsair," eyeing my face appreciatively "has given us a head start on finding Captain James Witherdale's secret hiding place." The boy nods in my direction, taking the key from the Cap'n after the Cap'n took the key from me.

"Corsair?" James howls but Edward already motioned to his boys to move Captain Witherdale and he struggles. The pirate Cap'n takes my hand, tucking it under his elbow as he escorts me behind the two right hand pirates, Jazz and Em, and the uselessly struggling bastard Captain, James.

"I do appreciate that bodice." The pirate captain whispered, dipping his messy head toward mine.

"Aye, as has Captain Witherdale." The Cap'n's eyes grow dark and narrowed, his elbow tucking my hand closer to his side.

"A dead man tells no tales." He grinds out and I laugh, my head thrown back. I knew what he was going to kill James Witherdale over and it was not because he ogled my bosom, but oh how the rumors will fly! When we reached the upper deck the chill bit into me, making me tuck closer to my pirate captain before he had to pull away.

He did have a purpose here, after all.

"James Witherdale," The pirate Cap'n said, pushing James free of his boys grasp and watching him sprawl across the deck. "I hereby hold you accountable for your actions. Killing my mother, selling my sister and countless women into debauchery and then, trying to give up my girl to save your own ass."

Captain Witherdale looked surprised, spinning around and really looking at the man before him. "E-Eddie Mason?" He stutters out. "Shit, I didn-"

"Edward Cullen, now, thanks to you." James realizes slowly what else my Pirate Cap'n let be known in his speech.

"Wait... Your girl? Isabella is with you?" The shock on his face made me laugh. Yeah, me, daughter of the naval tycoon, is slumming it with the most notorious pirate there is. James gathers his wits, realizing that I had played a role in his ship being taken.

"Stand and face me. I will not kill an unarmed man while he's down." James grins, pushing himself up.

"You'll give me a chance to fight then? You'll regret that." My pirate cap'n chuckles at James's silly threat, throwing him his own steel to fight with. As James catches the sword's hilt and stands at the ready for an attack. "You won't win." but Edward laughs, pulling out his pistol. The shot is fired and the dirty captain looks stunned down at his stomach. He won't recover from that wound.

"I win because I cheat. You know all about that, don't you... old friend." James falls to his knees, still surprised when Edward pushes him over with the heel of his boot. "You betrayed me and blackened my name but worst of all, you dared to approach my lady. As if you had a chance with her." Edward pulls the blade free of his grip and pulls James's dead weight to balance on the railing. He's barely alive as he tumbles overboard. "That is for Alice, Elizabeth and every woman who's come across your path."

But he's gone, never to hear my pirate's last words to the man who ruined him.

"Em, Jazz, attend to this ships hidden bounties, I have a lady to attend too." Edward sheaths his steel and tucks his pistol into the back of his trousers. He looks over to me, again appreciating the bodice. I might keep it, if this is the reaction I get.

"A lady?" I ask, surprised at how playful and at peace Edward seems now. James had been a very dark cloud over his life, and now he's gone. I grinned, liking this new, lighter side to my pirate.

"Yes, and a lady should be rewarded for her devious and successful plot to plunder the great Cap'n James Witherdale's floating palace of deceit." Edward stalks forward like I'm his prey and goes so far as to grace his fingers over the top of my breast. "This bodice... it must be dreadfully uncomfortable." My pirate mumbles, untying me right there on the dock, forcing Em and Jazz to retreat and look away, or face their cap'n's rage. Mike can attest to how harsh my pirate can be when it comes to me.

"Revenge always gets you hard." I sigh, mocking being bothered by it. If anything, my pirate had a hard time keeping up with my constant need of his hard member. Edward calls out to his retreating men as he gathered me up against him.

"Make sure the civilians are not harmed. I'll be in my quarters if you need me, you will not need me." He was warning them not to interrupt us. I grinned against his chest as he tucks me against him and grips one of the ropes lazily tied against this ships. Our pirate ship is dark but I know it so well just by memory. He holds me up as we swing between ships and land on the deck of... home.

"I've missed her." I tell Edward, reaching out to touch the salt blasted railing beside us.

"I've missed you." But he's nibbling on my ear and the other pirates setting up the bridge to make transport of the goods easier from their ship to ours have to avert their gaze.

"Edward." I mutter as he pushes me against the wall, mere feet from the door of our quarters. He mumbles a 'uh ha' not stopping his delicious torture on my neck. "This is the biggest loot of our lives and we're-" He grinds forward, his hard member making contact with my naughty bits and my thoughts are scattered.

I'm reaching for the doorknob and his cock with different hands. We had to make it inside, the crew couldn't take me seriously for two days after Edward took me against the helm last time. "Let's get inside, at least before-"

"Belay, Corsair!" Edward hisses, biting me before taking my mouth. He only kisses me this harshly when he wants me to stop talking. I twist the knob and push him away just enough to slip through the doorway and into our quarters. I don't care that Edward likes to take me in front of everyone to prove that I'm his and his alone, enough is enough. And trust me, once is enough.

I barely make it a few feet before my back is against the floor. I can hear the crew working underneath us, moving the loot and mead below. Edward's hands are quick, he knows his way around these dresses.

"Well, you've done this before." I tell him, grinning as he glares. Bringing up his past conquests always sets him in a mood, but it did surprise me that he knew how to work this contraction they call a dress when I did not.

"I'll still take you if you start an argument now. Rough is more than fine with me." He grins, his knee holding the dress in place as he pulls me free from the top, having already unlaced the back.

"I know it's more than... fine." I whisper it, helping him get my feet free and tugging at the front of his trousers. I'm not as graceful as him. I'm all biting, tugging and pushing while he's more guiding and grabbing. Just as we're both free and aligned just right, a cannon explodes and ricochets off the water.

Edward is up and pulling back the cloth covering our window. A naval ship is in the distance. That had been a warning shot.

"My father!" I sputter. I'd forgotten to tell Edward about James sending that message!

"He always interrupts at the worst of times." He's pulling up his trousers as he throws my usual garbs, which I left here over my trunk at the end of our sleeping area. This, I know how to work. I'm dressed in my clothing, grabbing my own steel and pistol from its resting place against the wall. I'd missed this elaborate and engraved hilt. I squeezed her, just to feel better about leaving her behind.

Edward slaps my behind, squeezing my cheek at the end.

"Now that's what my lady is supposed to look like." He nibbled at my ear again, while we're being attacked by my father, at the same time that we're doing the attacking on James. He's insane!

"Dog." I mutter, rushing out of our quarters, feeling the spray of the ocean on deck. This is what I'm used to, the excitement, the plotting. Edward is close beside me, grinning. He understands this feeling, the rush after a daring escape.

"We can outrun them." I say, knowing the crew would be packing up what they could and coming back aboard as quickly as possible. I watch my little friend Jake ride the rope back over, throwing it back for the next pirate to make the trip. As my father approaches I'm fearful we'll have to leave someone behind, but the bridge is taken down and Emmett slaps Edward on the shoulder. A sure signal that he and the crew is ready, whatever Edward decides.

We can take them with speed easily, we had the beautiful, fast and most sought after pirate ship in the sea's, 'The Midnight Revenge'.