The pirate walked down the pier, trusty cutlass at his side, his oversized hat dangling in front of his eyes and his boots touching the wood barely making a sound, everything was quiet, earlier it had been bustling with merchants and townspeople but now, empty, he had heard it while on his boat "PIRATES!" someone had shouted out of fear.
The pirate smirked "As it should be" he walked down the streets, looking for any stray wench or small pouch lying about, nothing, gone, empty, Deserted. The pirate called to his crew on the ship, they flew off and swarmed around him "Captain?" the men asked, one after the other, he smirked wider "It's time, men" They cheered and ran into the town, gun shots heard, screams and cracking wood heard from where the pirate captain was standing on the pier. He smiled slyly to himself and sauntered back into the town, seeing some of his men pestering a girl that was in the wrong place at the wrong time, he walked over to them.
"What do ye scallwags think ye be doin to that wench?" He rose a thick eyebrow as the men stopped and looked at the pirate captain, adorned in a red coat that reached nearly the heels of his polished black boots, a black sash tied tightly around his waist, as elaborate silver twists and knots formed at the top of the sash then forming behind him to a sharp point, his cutlass, he had killed so many men with it. A top of the pirate's head was an oversized black cap, white feathers pluming from one generic spot on the side, and last on the back of his neck, near his shoulder blade was a tattoo, a blue rose along with black thorns snaking from it, his symbol. The man's green eyes flickered to the girl they were holding "Oi, I be tallkin tah ye bloody fools"
The two men dropped her "C-Captain K-Kirkland" They looked at the pirate, scared for their lives, this was the man who single handedly defeated the Spanish armada without a second glance, he was the king of the seas, Captain Arthur Kirkland.
The pirate raised a thick eyebrow and smirked, his smile full of poison, "aye?"
The men looked at the girl on the ground "She be our haul sir, we caught 'er, fair and square" one of the men said weakly.
The girl looked terribly frightened, she had heard all too well who the captain was and she was told stories about what pirates do to people on their ships, either make them slaves and work the deck, put them in the brig or worst of all, make them their whores.
The pirate captain stalked over to the girl, picked her up by the arm and looked her over, not removing any article of clothing, he was a gentleman, in public. He looked in her eyes, and was curious as he whispered in her ear "Ye don't 'ave tah be scared of me, lass"
She was shaking, scared for her life, keeping her eyes shut, she said nothing, not uttering a word. If she could keep her eyes shut for long enough maybe the men would get bored with her and go away.
The pirate captain frowned and kept examining her, his eyes widened when he saw a blue rose tattoo, much like his own, on the back of the nape of her neck. His eyes turned hungry as he looked at the two men "Captain gets first haul, mates" he then picked the girl up, threw her over his shoulder and walked in the direction of the boat.
The girl felt herself be moved and opened her eyes, seeing that they were moving away from the town, she screamed and hit his back "Unhand me!"
He smacked her butt "Be quiet lass, lest ye be of any annoyance, ye'll pay"
She squealed and kicked him in the face, he jerked her off his shoulder and held her by the shoulders, looking into her eyes "Ye will mind me, lass, or ye will get bruises in places ye never knew ye had" he pulled her face closer and she was forced to look in his eyes "savvy?" he spat on her cheek, soft emerald green eyes turned poisonous venom.
She shuddered and nodded "Yes, sir"
His smirk grew as his eyes flittered across her figure, hungrily he grabbed her wrist and pulled her onboard, against the girl's will, blue eyes glued shut and her loose blonde bun, the pirate's speed making air tangle with it.
If I close my eyes, he'll go away, if I close my eyes, he'll go away, if I close my eyes he'll go away she kept saying in her head as she felt herself be pushed against something soft and plush, she still refused to open her eyes, afraid of what she'll see.
The pirate leaned down and whispered hotly in her ear "Lass, open yer eyes, I wanna see da color of da gems ye possess"
She shuddered and tightened her eyes.
He frowned and his hand snaked to her upper thigh, his hand gripped it and gave it a slight squeeze "Lass, ye'll obey me, 'member our little talk?"
She squeaked and gasped slightly, eyes still shut.
The pirate frowned a bit more "Lass. Now" his hand went more inward to her thigh "Open yer eyes, follow me orders."
The girl gasped and shook her head "No, Captain Kirkland"
He growled and leaned down, looking into her shut eyes "'No'? Did ye just tell me 'No'?"
She cringed and nodded slightly, keeping her eyes glued shut, not wanting to look at the captain, in fear of what she might see.
The captain growled again at her disobedience before he realized something about the tattoo, it was her most weak spot.
Every whore that the captain ever had, had this same tattoo that the girl laying under him had now, although there were two different types of the tattoo he issued done, one with a pink rose is for his random whores, earning his mark, knowing they were his. But the blue rose, like the one the girl bared, means she was someone special to him, a lover. But he couldn't quite understand, if she had that mark, why was she so persistent about keeping as far away from him as possible.
The girl didn't move an inch as he paused in his thoughts, she, lost in her own, didn't know what to do, she didn't want to get hurt but then again didn't want to give him what he wanted, she was so torn and lost. Everything flew out of her mind within one second as he kissed the tattoo she had hid from everyone she knew, she moaned loudly and she could feel the smirk on the captain's face and she saw it as she finally opened her eyes.
He smiled, knowing exactly who the girl was, "Welcome back, my girl"
The girl tilted her head, confused, before he kissed her endlessly, making her, once again, his.