When she woke up Nyla stood and found herself in a room by herself. The last thing she knew was that she had been pinned against a wall then she was knocked out cold. No, they couldn't have gotten her. She stood and stumbled, holding her throbbing head. She had to look for something, anything, to use as a weapon. With her first step she took her bells jingled. The first thing she needed to do was get into something more quiet.
Nyla looked around and spotted a dress off in the corner of a desk. She picked it up and looked at it in wonder of what it was doing there. She didn't have time to think of that, she needed to move.
Stripping off her clothes she stepped into the dress but found no weapon. Fine, she would use her hands and feet. After lacing up her corset she opened the door and flinched at the sound of a canon.
" Damn it! It's the Rika!"
She had never heard of the Rika, but she knew how pirates worked. Instantly she dashed up to the deck and nearly cried out as a canon flew past her head. She turned and saw more and more men climb aboard, including one larger woman. She was going to use this time to escape but that would have to wait.
Nyla turned to the first man and kicked off the ship and into the water before he even had a chance to board. She turned and saw all the men from that helped her fighting with ease. That's right, they were the Sirius. She remembered her dance mates saying they would give anything for even just one of them to watch them perform. She turned at the sound of a scream and raised her foot again. She kicked the sword out of the bigger woman's hands then continued with a kick to the stomach. Once she doubled over Nyla hit the back of her head with her elbow. Enough to knock her out, not to kill. The next time she looked up all the men were retreating and going back to their ship. This was not exactly the welcoming she was looking for.
" Ah, she's awake. Glade to see she is uh . . . well and kicking." A darker skinned man joked with a light smile. " I'm Christopher, the ship's doc." He continued as he took her hand and brought it to her lips. Instantly Nyla's cheeks went up in flames.
" This is the Sirius crew. There's Thomas, Nathan, Russell, Eduardo and our captain, Morgan. You are?"
" Nyla." She mumbled. " I'm Nyla."
" Sorry you had to wake up to all that commotion." Thomas spoke with a nervous laugh. Gosh she was pretty.
" What am I doing here?" She asked as she gently pulled her hand out of Christopher's.
" I do believed we saved you." Morgan spoke as he stepped forward. Her eyes hardened and she took a step back.
" I didn't need help." She snapped.
" There was how many men? And just one of you?" He continued as he stepped forward.
" I'm stronger than I look." She growled. Morgan snatched her chin in and instant, hearing her gasp.
" Is that so?" He continued calmly, looking directly into her eyes. Eduardo leaned against the mass pole with his arms crossed. What a mad woman she was for talking to a captain like that.
" Take it into mind that you are on a ship in the middle of the sea."
" I can handle myself on a ship full of men."
They all nearly cringed. That was the last thing she should have said.
" I guess we will have to put that to the test. You will now work on this ship until I say so. Lets see if you have a bite behind that bark."
Nyla felt her blood boil from anger. She couldn't even stop herself before she smacked his hand away and turn to kick. Morgan quickly recovered and dodged before grabbing her foot just as it skimmed by. She gave a yank and broke her foot free before aiming to kick again with the same foot. He dodged once again and threw a punch. She slithered past and made her next move.
The men found themselves intrigued as they watched her. She was fast and kept up with their captain despite his advantage in his weight and strength. For a moment they all thought she would win. That was until her dress snagged on the deck and made her falter. It was long, but just long enough for Morgan to make his move. With one swift stride he reached and threw her to the floor, careful not to let her land too harshly. Nyla snapped her head up and glared at him. She almost had him, she almost had him.
" Eduardo, she will be staying with you."
" Why do I have to deal with a kid?" He spat.
" Cause you were the one she was dancing with. That's that."
Eduardo took a deep breath to calm himself. He peered over and spotted Nathan helping her to her feet. She gave him a somewhat forced smile seeing how she was still irritated about her whole situation yet grateful for his kindness. She dusted herself off and he managed to get a good look at her while Nathan said something. She was fragile and dainty, as if she was made of glass. He imagined the muscles he saw sculpted delicately on her back and found hard to place on the woman that was in front of him. Not to mention her kicks seemed strong. She must have gotten it all from dancing. Then that was another thing that pestered him. How could she be so mature yet so innocent all at the same time? It just drove him insane!
" Ah! *Merde!" She cried out as a hand grabbed at her ankle. She nearly jumped into Nathan's arms. Actually she just grabbed onto him instead.
Down below her the bigger woman moaned and sat up with a rub of her head.
" You're from the Rika!" Russell snapped.
" You mean I'm on the Sirius?" She gasped.
" Ah damn it, we'll have to keep her too until we to a port or something." Christian sighed gently with a rub of his neck.
" The name's Fuzzy." She spoke with pride as she stood.
" Alright Fuzzy, I'll take you to Cap. so we know what to do." He smiled as he led her away. Once they were gone Nathan looked down at her and gave an award cough. Eduardo saw the blush rise to her cheeks and she quickly stepped away in embarrassment.
" Say uh, Nyla." Thomas started once he remembered her name." Just what is that language are you speaking?"
She turned and spoke easily," *C'est Francias."
" Huh?"
" It's french ya moron." Russell explained.
" *Oui, je parle Francais." She nodded in support. Suddenly her accent became thicker when she spoke in her native tongue.
" Stop pestering her, I need her help in the kitchen for tonight's party."
Eduardo rose his brow. Nathan never let anyone in the kitchen. He watched him snatch her wrist and disappear into his kitchen with her trailing along behind him, confused and shy. He shook his head and pushed it aside. Now wasn't the time to focus on her, he just needed to worry about the party.
Dictionary:
*shit!
*It's french
* yes, I speak french
