And here's the first full chapter, it's mostly filler, and introduces Hinata, yay! Enjoy, mates!
Chapter 1
Jamaica was boring, hot, humid, and just generally unpleasant. Hinata Hyuuga grunted as her maid tightened her corset. She really didn't want to go out today to make her rounds with her father whilst he inspected the sugarcane crop, she didn't even want to come on this trip, but her daughterly duties obligated her.
Hiashi Hyuuga was the owner of several plantations in Jamaica, which provided the majority of the sugar trade to the Northern Colonies and India.
Hinata's maid finished her dressing and Hinata checked herself in the mirror and left her room. They had been invited to stay with the Governor of the colony in Port Royal for the duration of their stay. As she descended the marble staircase she noticed her father speaking to the governor, Minato Namikaze, a lean, statuesque man with a bush of golden hair on his head. Minato's bastard son was sitting off to one side looking bored. Naruto Uzumaki was a relatively handsome young man, lean, like his father, with the same hair. He wore plain sailor's clothes, and a saber on his hip. Naruto worked as a guard on one of the trading ships her father owned, and was pretty effective at his job, having survived several pirate attacks.
Minato had had Naruto out of wedlock, but acknowledged him as his son anyway, out of respect for his mother, whom had died of yellow fever some time ago.
The men broke from their conversation as Hinata reached the bottom of the staircase, Naruo perked up immediately.
"Hinata," Her father greeted as she gave her curtsey to Minato, "I hope you're ready to go, I'd like to make it through the fields before midday."
"Yes, father, I am." Hinata blushed as she caught Naruto's eyes, which were transfixed on her. "G-Good morning, Naruto." She said.
A small smile crept on his face as she acknowledged him.
"Then let's be on," Hiashi said, departing for the door, "Minato, we should be back in time for supper."
"Of course." Minato nodded to them, "Naruto, be a lad and go with them, I'd hate for something to befall our guests."
Naruto perked up at the request, and all but flew out of the house after the Hyuuga pair. Hinata extended her parasol as she climbed into the small carriadge, with Naruto coming in after her, trying to contain his excitement.
The trio journeyed through the town, Hinata avoiding Naruto's gaze by watching the townsfolk going about their days.
They passed the harbor, several ships were off in the distance. Hinata had to look away as they passed, she hated the ocean, the erratic motions of ships made her sick, and she had no clue how to swim. Every time she had to go out to sea, she stayed in her cabin the entire time due to her fear of falling overboard and drowning. It was one of the principal reasons she hated going on these business trips with her father.
"Did you sleep well, Hinata?" Naruto asked, trying to make conversation. Hinata met his gaze with a polite smile, "Very well, thank you." She replied, "How was your recent voyage?"
"Fantastic!" Naruto replied, and began to regail her with the story of his recent job escorting a ship to the East Indies. Hinata regretted asking, as Naruto included the details of the ship itself, including its rocking, as well as the storm they had hit.
It was painfully obvious that he loved his job, he had even said once that he hoped to captain his own ship one day. While parts of his story made her nauseous, the heat not helping, others she didn't find so bad, such as towards the end, when he spoke of finding a few men adrift in the middle of the sea, the victims of a pirate attack.
That was another thing that made Hinata hate these trips, the growing fear and activity of pirates. While she had yet to be a victim, it was still one of the many lumps in her stomach every time she stepped on the deck of a ship. She looked back out at the ships at sea, "Pirates…" she muttered to herself.
xXx
Captain Temari Sabaku stood at the helm of the Albatross, resting her wrists on the spokes of the wheel. It was midday, and the sun was blistering hot with only a slight breeze. She left her shirt loose and tied up to just above her abdomen, letting her body cool.
Tenten was below in her cabin, still looking over the papers she had gotten from the British ship they had raided the previous week. There was plenty of time, as not a lot of ships were out in the particular area they were hunting in.
"Captain!" the silence was broken when her lookout shouted.
"What is it, Kankuro?"
"Galleon to port, Spanish flag!"
"Is it merchant or military?"
Kankuro looked back through his spyglass, "They're readying cannons! Military, headed right for us!"
"Shit." Temari cursed to herself, "Ready port and starboard cannons," the crew started to rush to their stations, "Load the swivel guns, drop to half sail!"
Another crewman came up to her, "Captain, shall I take to wheel?"
"No, I'll handle this one. Get below deck and make sure the cannons stay working." The crewman departed to his task. Temari untied and tucked her shirt, she heard the faint pop of a cannon, "BRACE!" she shouted as she dropped to the deck.
xXx
It was sunset when Hinata, Naruto, and Hiashi returned to the Governor's mansion. Hinata was hot, sticky and tired. Naruto was asleep in front of her, but jerked awake as the carriage came to a stop.
One of the house slaves came out and helped them out. Minato greeted them just inside the door in good cheer, "Well," he started, "So much for being back before supper."
Hiashi shot him a look.
"I had some saved for you, and it will be prepared at your leisure. But, I'm sure that you are weary, so I also took the liberty of a having baths drawn in the meantime."
"Thank you," Hiashi said, "we'll be ready in an hour." With that, he ascended the stairs to his room.
Hinata followed soon after extending her courtesies to Minato.
Upstairs her maid had already made sure the bath was the perfect temperature, and immediately helped Hinata to undress. The Hyuuga breathed a sigh of relief as the pressure of her corset was released. She pulled her chemise up over her head after she discarded the corset.
The warm water felt amazing on her bare skin. It was just the right temperature to keep her warm, but not overheat her after the heat of the day. She dunked her head under the water, getting the dried sweat off of her face.
Hinata took the time while she relaxed to admire the architecture of the room. It was spacious, with rugs from the middle-east on the floor, hardwood walls, a vanity desk, two cabinets for clothes, and a large four-post bed with fine silk sheets, fresh from the orient. Minato had excellent taste.
Hinata wished she could stay here forever. Or in England; or anywhere where she would never have to get on a ship again. The mere thought of her leaving in a week brought her nausea back.
Her maid came in a moment later with a bar of soap and a hair brush. She gave the soap to Hinata to wash herself, and began to brush out the Hyuuga's beautiful indigo hair. Hinata lathered the soap and preceded to wash herself, starting with her feet, working up her long, womanly legs, gently getting her most private area, and ending with her full, luscious breasts. How she hated them. Her chest was the source of many of the lewd looks she received from the most lecherous looking men.
She finished her bathing and had her maid help her redress for supper, wanting to get it over with and get to bed.
Hinata groaned as her maid grabbed the corset.
xXx
The Albatross was still afloat, but barely. They had sunk the Spanish galleon, but not without taking quite a bit of damage.
"Tenten!" Temari called to her first mate, "Where's the nearest port?"
The brunette consulted her maps, "Port Royal. Four leagues west."
"Great." Port Royal wasn't exactly the most pirate-friendly area, but unfortunately the Albatross needed repairs badly.
"Raise British colors!" Temari called to her crew, "We sail for Port Royal. Let's keep our girl afloat."
She received several questioning stares from the crew, "Full sail, or are you too yellow to waltz into a British port?" she smirked at them. One way to get men to do something for you was to insult their courage. She turned the ship west, thankfully the wind was with them. She called a crewman to take the helm.
"Captain," Tenten spoke up as she followed Temari to her quarters, "are you sure this is wise? Sailing straight into the hub of British trade?"
"Wise? No. But we need repairs, and Tortuga is at least a day away. I'd rather dock on the shores of England herself than risk the ship sinking." Temari stated matter-of-factly as she shed her clothes, changing into her sleeping gown. "Wake me when we are nearing Port Royal"
"I hope you know what you're doing." Tenten shook her head as she turned to leave.
"Good night, Mr. Tenten(1)."
(1) In naval tradition, all crewmen (including women) were referred to as Mister, under the belief that the only true lady was the ship.
Ok, there you have it, feel free to drop a review, and i'll see all of you soon! also, the name of the ship i took from one of my favorite swashbucklers The Sea Hawk (1940)