Edward had written to His Majesty, describing the events of what happened over two weeks ago. King George agreed to put a bounty on the wench Azula, but denied his request to join the British Royal Navy due to the failure of his last mission. Edward did not argue, though he would have personally loved to capture the woman who ruined his career. Nevertheless, he would see to it himself that the Devil's Wench would be given no trial and no mercy.
Meanwhile, back on the Rojo Nieves, Fredrick was down in the mess hall with Azula's crew. The men had been in low spirits due to the absence of their captain, so Fredrick decided to entertain them with one of his many pirate fantasies. He told them a tale about a pirate captain named Gilbert J. R. Wolfe and how he set sail with his crew to look for gold in a hidden cavern, only to discover that his lover, a wench named Naughty Nellie, had been taken prisoner by a tentacled creature with blood-red eyes who guarded the treasure. Captain Gilbert J. R. Wolfe had to make a choice: the treasure or the girl. The captain chose his lady fair, of course. Together, they defeated the monster, sending him back to the depths from whence he came, along with the treasure. Fredrick ended the story with the typical cliched words: "And they all lived happily ever after."
The crew was silent. Cuarto stood up from his seat and sniffled, before he clapped his hands in approval. The rest of the crew clapped and cheered the English gentleman, who allowed himself to bask in their praise for a brief period, before he held up a hand and said, "Thank you, gentlemen. Thank you."
"How do you come up with these wild stories?" Dos asked him.
"Oh, I don't come up with them", said Fredrick. "They usually come to me."
"Naughty Nellie, huh?" Said Tres. "I knew a girl named Nellie once."
"Did you now?" Fredrick asked him, sounding interested.
"Yes", said Tres. "Only she wasn't a wench. She was a...hat maker."
"Dull", said Fredrick, taking a drink of rum from his mug. The crew laughed. Fredrick set his mug down and took a piece of bread from the table. "Well, gentlemen", said Fredrick. "I would love to stay here all night and tell more stories, but alas, I have important business to attend to. Good night."
Azula lied in bed, staring at the ceiling and waiting patiently for Fredrick to return. She suggested to him that he tell one of his stories to the crew, in hopes that it would lift their spirits. Although she would have liked to join in their company, her injury prevented her from attending the event. Azula had become tired of doing nothing for the past three days and wanted to get back to controlling her ship, but Fredrick ordered her to stay bedridden. I want you off your feet as much as possible, he told her. Azula had no choice but to do what he said. Every now and then, her injury would act up, but by using the breathing technique Fredrick taught her, Azula had gotten used to it by this point. To keep her mind off of it, she thought about the story he told her, one about a princess who gave up her crown to marry a sailor.
Half an hour later, Azula heard the door open and sat up to see who it was. It was Fredrick. He locked the door behind him and looked at her with a smile.
"Good evening, my lady", said Fredrick.
Azula smiled back at him and said, "How do you do?"
Fredrick walked over to Azula and asked her, "How is your injury?"
"Fine, thank you for asking", said Azula.
Fredrick sat down on the bed and handed the bread to her. "Here. You should eat."
"How do my men fare?" Azula asked him, before taking a small bite of her supper.
"They worry about you", said Fredrick. "Fortunately I have been able to distract them with many of my tall tales."
Azula chuckled and said, "I never knew you had such talents." Fredrick laughed with her.
All of a sudden, Azula felt a slight pain in her chest. She dropped the half-eaten bread and placed a hand on her breast.
"What is it?" Fredrick asked her.
"It's nothing", said Azula.
Fredrick placed a hand on her breast and squeezed it gently, causing Azula to moan. "Does it hurt?"
"My breasts just feel sensitive all of a sudden", said Azula. She paused for a minute, before she shook her head and said, "I don't know what it is."
Fredrick examined Azula with his eyes and felt a certain longing in his heart to experience the pleasures of sex she had awakened in him. Perhaps she was thinking the same thing about him. Fredrick took his right hand into Azula's left hand and found himself speaking words he hoped he would never have to say to her.
"Tell me, Azula", said Fredrick. "Does your body ache to be felt and touched?"
Azula looked at Fredrick, and for a split second, the English gentleman became riddled with regret, but once he saw the innocence in her eyes, Fredrick knew there was nothing to fear. Azula gazed into his silver eyes with the curiosity of a child, as she touched her right hand to the left side of his handsome face and tucked a strand of ebony black hair behind his ear. There was just something about his eyes that captivated her that night and seemed to open up a new sexual awakening for her. Perhaps it was the lack of physical intimacy that caused her to feel the pain in her breasts and Fredrick was the only cure. Or maybe there was something else taking control over her body. Whatever it was, Azula found herself drawing nearer to him, as she closed her eyes and slightly parted her lips. Fredrick repeated her actions, as he brought his lips to meet hers and kissed her ever so gently. Azula kissed him twice, as Fredrick moved her hair out of the way and kissed her several times in return. Azula returned the favor by kissing him back, moaning as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. Fredrick trailed his finger down her neck and massaged her breast, while Azula placed her right hand on the back of his head, intertwining her fingers into his hair. She placed her left hand on his crotch and rubbed against his clothed member, making his cock semi-hard. Fredrick wanted Azula so much and so badly, but since she was still recovering, he just couldn't let himself go too far with her. Not yet, at least.
"No", said Fredrick.
"Yes", Azula whispered desperately, kissing him again.
All of a sudden, Fredrick grabbed her left wrist rather tightly and gave her a look of serious ferocity. Azula opened her eyes at once and looked at him. Seeing the fierce look in his eyes caused her to become paralyzed with fright. Azula dared herself not to speak or even breathe. Seeing the fear in her eyes, Fredrick relaxed his face and released his grip on her wrist. He took hold of her hand with both of his and massaged it gently, showing her his most sincere apology.
"I really do want to make love to you again, Azula", said Fredrick. "But I can't right now."
Azula blinked and looked at him sadly. "Why?"
"You're still healing", said Fredrick. "But I promise, as soon as you're strong enough-"
"You swear it?"
Fredrick kept his eye contact with Azula, as he slipped his right hand underneath the skirt of her dress and touched his fingers against her vulva, damp from the previous excitement. Azula closed her eyes and moaned softly, as Fredrick explored every inch of her clitoris. He inserted a finger into her, making her gasp. Fredrick locked his lips onto hers, muffling her soft cries as he savored the feel of her smooth walls around his finger, her vaginal wetness coating his hand as her love juices leaked from her sex. Before Azula could come, Fredrick removed his hand from her moist snatch, denying her orgasm, but allowing her just a taste of sexual desire, leaving her a quivering mess.
"Let that serve as a reminder of my promise to you", Fredrick whispered.
Azula breathed heavily, as Fredrick helped her to lay down. He then lied next to her and rested himself on his left arm, as he watched Azula bathe in the afterglow of the little playful act he had just given her.
Azula turned her head to the right and slowly opened her eyes. She looked at Fredrick and asked him in a breathless voice, "Why are you teasing me?"
"I'm not", said Fredrick. "I only want to see you get better."
Azula scooted next to him and turned over on her right side. Fredrick lied himself flat on his back, as he let Azula rest her head on his chest and placed her left arm around him. He then wrapped his left arm around Azula and kissed the top of her head, as she drifted off to sleep.
Weeks past and Fredrick slowly nursed Azula back to health. He allowed her to move about the cabin, but still forbid her from doing anything strenuous. During that time, Fredrick continued to captain her ship and made sure the crew did their daily jobs, making sure the deck was swabbed and the tack lines were tied properly, above all things. Occasionally, Azula would peek out her door and watch as her men scattered across the deck like rats, while Fredrick shouted orders to the crew. She smiled at him, highly impressed by his act of leadership.
One night, Fredrick ran a hot bath for Azula. The female pirate sat in the wooden tub with her knees up to her chest as he washed every inch of her with a rag. Afterwards, Fredrick helped her out of the tub and wrapped a towel around her dripping form, before escorting her back to her bed. Azula turned to face him and let the towel slip off her shoulders, exposing her naked body to Fredrick. It had been a little over a month, but the pirate gypsy wench was finally healed of her injury. The English gentleman had not forgotten his promise, though he had taken it into consideration and decided to up the game this time.
Fredrick placed his left hand behind her head and leaned in towards Azula to kiss her lips. She closed her eyes and did the same thing, as he ran his fingers through her hair. Fredrick placed his right arm behind her back and slowly lied her down, pressing her firmly onto the bed. Azula kept her eyes closed, even as he mounted himself on top of her and kissed her right breast, his lips just inches from her areola. The pirate gypsy wench moaned in response. Fredrick leaned in towards Azula and kissed her again. The sweet taste of her lips made him feel like a man dying of thirst. Azula tried running her fingers through his long wavy hair, but Fredrick gently grabbed of her wrists and placed her arms to her sides. He was more than ready to give himself into Azula, but first he had to make sure she passed a little test.
Azula waited for Fredrick to make his next move, but instead of warmth, she felt nothing but empty coldness all around her, as Fredrick moved himself off of her and lied right next to her. She heard the clink of a belt buckle, followed by the rustling of clothes. Azula turned her head to the right and opened her eyes, only to see Fredrick was lying on his left side. She raised her head up a bit and looked down. Her eyes grew wide and she gave an inaudible gasp, as she saw Fredrick had pulled down his trousers to his thighs, exposing his crotch area!
Azula looked up at him and said, "I don't understand."
"It's alright for you to touch me, Azula", said Fredrick. "I know this is what you wanted from the start. I'm not afraid anymore."
Azula shot her eyes back at his cock and felt her mouth become dry instantly upon the sight of it. She turned over on her right side and looked back at Fredrick, who waited patiently to see what she would do. Azula looked back at his crotch again and slowly reached out a trembling left hand. She hesitated for a minute before making physical contact with the skin and lightly stroked her fingers against his shaft. Fredrick closed his eyes and felt his body tensed up. Azula looked at him for a brief second, before focusing her attention on her literal handwork. It took her a few seconds to get used to the feel of his cock, not that she hadn't felt one before, but with each stroke of her hand, Azula felt herself become more familiar with it, as his limp wood stiffened and lengthened out. Fredrick found it unusually soothing as she continued to stroke him gently. Azula placed her hand around his warm cock, now engorged with blood, and moved it up and down in a slow motion, making him moan in pleasure. She rubbed her thumb against the slit, causing a clear substance to drip out of the tip of his penis.
Unable to hold back his excitement, Fredrick turned over and lied down on his back. Azula mounted herself on top of him and leaned in to kiss him sweetly, while still keeping her hand on his manhood. Fredrick put his hands on her head and ran his fingers through her long, beautiful brown hair, as Azula kissed him again, forcing her tongue into his mouth and causing him to moan. Azula moved herself down to kiss his neck and slid further down towards his torso. It wasn't until she had her lips around the head of his penis that the Jewish man knew what she was up to. His eyes snapped open and he started moaning. "Azula", Fredrick breathed out. He closed his eyes and placed a hand on the back of Azula's head, his body tensing up as she took more of his cock into her mouth and sucked hard. Fredrick breathed through his nose and groaned feverishly, as Azula continued to suck him dry and swallowed every drop of his pre-cum. After about a minute, Azula moved herself back up and kissed Fredrick on his lips, while he placed his right hand on the back of her head and combed his fingers through her hair.
"You like that, baby?" Fredrick whispered.
"Yes", Azula moaned.
Fredrick kissed her again, before Azula moved herself off of him and lied on her left side, facing her back to him. Fredrick turned over on his right side and placed his arm around her. The female pirate rested her eyes while he massaged her breasts.
"How does that feel?" Fredrick asked her.
"It's nice", Azula answered him, speaking softly.
Neither Fredrick nor Azula spoke for awhile, as they lied together in bed and shared in each others company. Azula felt herself on the brink of sleep, when Fredrick moved his hand down to her right knee and slowly began to run it up her inner thigh. Azula moaned in response once his fingers brushed against her clitoris and bent her right knee. Fredrick wrapped his arm around her middle and pressed his pelvis up against her rear end, his cock was still semi-hard. Azula moaned again and curled herself into a fetal position. Already her sex was starting to lubricate from the feel of his hot cock rubbing between her thighs.
Fredrick bit her neck, causing Azula to gasp. Her body tensed up as he continued to have his way with her.
"Fredrick", Azula breathed out.
"That's it, Azula", Fredrick whispered into her ear. "Let me hear you lust for me."
Azula continued moaning and started gasping as the head of his penis penetrated through her twat. She knew now that Fredrick was trying to tempt her, and unfortunately for Azula, it was working. She now wanted to feel him deep inside her. "Fredrick-"
"It's alright, Azula", Fredrick shushed her. "Once I'm through with you, you won't be able to resist me. I'm going to make you come so hard, you won't be able to move for another week."
"Just shut up and fuck me", Azula whispered desperately.
Fredrick pulled himself out of Azula and turned her over as he pulled her on top of him. "I am fucking you", he whispered in a thick voice.
The pirate gypsy wench slammed her lips against Fredrick's and wrapped her legs around his waist, as he grabbed onto her shoulder blades and began thrusting his hips against hers, forcing Azula to ride his rock-hard cock as the head of it broke through her cervix. Azula's breath caught in her throat, as she held onto his shoulders and used all the strength in her body to keep herself from succumbing to the intoxicated feeling that was developing in the pit of her stomach.
"Fredrick, I'm gonna-"
"So am I."
Azula stared breathing fast and very heavily, trying to keep in tune with Fredrick's movements. A couple more quick thrusts later, Fredrick groaned and Azula yelled. Both of them tensed up as a warm liquid gushed from Azula's sex, coating Fredrick's manhood with her love juice while he shot his load into her. As Fredrick started to relax, Azula felt her strength began to wan and allowed herself to collapse onto his chest. Fredrick noticed Azula was having a hard time trying to catch her breath and lifted his head up to look down at her. "Are you alright?"
"Yes", Azula mewled. She lifted her head and looked at Fredrick with tired brown eyes. She felt sick to her stomach and looked awfully pale.
Fredrick looked at her worryingly and put his right hand to the left side of her face. "Azula, you're shaking", he said.
"I'm okay", Azula whispered. "I think I just overdid it a little." A single tear escaped from her eye as she said, "You don't know how long I've been waiting to do this."
Fredrick brought his lips to Azula's, kissing her tenderly. "Try and sleep it off, Azula", he said. "You'll feel better in the morning."
Azula rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes, while Fredrick wrapped his arms around her trembling body and kissed the top of her head. The pirate gypsy wench moaned and allowed herself to melt into his embrace. Both lovers fell into an undisturbed sleep.
The next morning, Fredrick and Azula stood out on the main deck. The skies were dark grey, and though they showed no signs of a storm, they promised there would be no hint of sunshine that day, as the tides were about to change for both the pirate gypsy wench and the British-Jewish doctor.
"Are you feeling better?" Fredrick asked Azula.
The female captain looked to her left and said with a smile, "I'm always better when you're around."
Fredrick looked to the right and asked her, "Then you're not mad at me?"
Azula blinked and knitted her eyebrows together in confusion. "What do you mean?"
Fredrick looked down and placed his hand over Azula's. He shot his eyes back at her and said, "I think I was too rough with you last night. When I saw the tears in your eyes, I was afraid that I hurt you-"
"Fredrick, I'm fine", Azula assured him, placing her other hand over his. "We both just got a little over excited, that's all."
Fredrick said nothing and looked away from her, relieved but still guilt-ridden.
Azula turned her body to face him and asked Fredrick, "How long has it been since I first met you? Two months?"
"Of course", Fredrick answered. The English gentleman turned himself to face her and smiled as he said, "Though it seems like only yesterday I just met you. The real you."
Azula smiled at his compliment. Fredrick looked down at his right hand and played with his ring, before he looked back at the female pirate and said, "I don't know how to thank you for making me a pirate, Azula. I mean I've hardly done anything worthy of being one."
"No, but you're the best surgeon this ship has ever had", said Azula.
"That's why I didn't want to jump into anything too quickly and make any rash decisions", said Fredrick.
The pirate gypsy wench blinked and looked at him with curious eyes.
"Azula, I may not be a wealthy man, and I may not be as young as you are, but now I can't imagine spending the rest of my years not being with you. I wasn't sure at first-"
"What are you saying?" Azula asked him.
Fredrick looked down and pulled the ring off his middle finger. He took his right hand into her own and looked at her. "Captain Azula Elgato", he whispered. The pirate gypsy wench's eyes widened in shock, as Fredrick bent down on one knee and held up his black stone ring to her. "Will you marry me?"
Azula backed away from Fredrick at once, frightened.
Fredrick stood up right away and said, "I know this is all very sudden, but I've been thinking these last few weeks, and I can't help but feel like God has brought us together for a reason. We both started out miserable, but then you came to me and I finally saw the light. You opened my eyes to adventure and a dream that seemed farfetched from reality."
The female captain looked at him angrily and shook her head, as Fredrick said to her, "Don't you see, Azula? It's fate."
"No, it's not!" Azula shouted in frustration, before she turned around and started to walk away. "Why do you always have to spoil everything, Fredrick?" The female captain turned around and looked back at him. "Do you know why I became a pirate in the first place? To be free. Free from everything and everyone. Being a pirate means everything to me, and I will not be tied down and forced to live like some prissy Englishwoman. I'd rather kiss a sow!"
"Azula I would never ask you to do that", said Fredrick. "I'm only-"
"What? Trying to commit a mutiny against me?"
Fredrick blinked and asked her, "I beg your pardon?"
Azula marched over to him and said, "I warn you, Fredrick Greene. Anyone who tries to commit a mutiny on my ship shall be marooned on a godforsaken island!"
"I'm not trying to commit anything", said Fredrick. "Azula, why are you acting this way?"
"Because of the things you do to me! One minute, we're having fun. The next, you go and pull a fucking string on me like this!"
"But if you'd just listen-"
"I made you a pirate, Fredrick! What more do you want from me?!"
"I want you, damn it!"
Azula blinked and looked at Fredrick with wide eyes. Her mood quickly switched from anger and aggression to calm and serene.
The black-haired gentleman placed his hands on her arms and said, "Don't you understand? I cannot go on living my life without you, Azula. I love you with all my heart and soul. I would rather be beheaded and have my body tossed out to sea then spend my whole life not knowing you. Please marry me."
As Fredrick released her from his grip, Azula wasn't sure what to think or even say. Her heart was touched by his affections, but the rest of her body was being affected and taken over by a series of sudden emotional mood swings. A minute ago she was happy and then she started lashing out at Fredrick for no particular reason. Azula felt ashamed and confused about herself and the way her body was reacting, but also about how she felt about Fredrick. He was the first and only man to ever propose to her, and though she loved him very much, Azula just couldn't find it in her heart to confess her true feelings for him, especially after the way she reacted towards him.
Azula felt her eyes starting to fill with tears and lowered her head so Fredrick wouldn't see. "May I have some time to consider your offer?" She asked him in a quiet voice.
Fredrick paused for a minute. He wished Azula would just give him an answer now instead of having time to think about it, but seeing that she was upset, Fredrick took a deep breath and said to her, "As you wish."
Azula looked up at Fredrick and said to him, "Do not expect my answer anytime soon, Mr. Greene", before she turned around and walked back up to her cabin, leaving Fredrick standing alone on the main deck.
An hour later, the crew woke up and started going about with their lives, while Fredrick stood by the mast and leaned himself against it, waiting for Azula's answer. Though the men were cheerful, to Fredrick, the mood was still eerie.
Before noon, Azula stepped out of her cabin. She wore a ruffled white shirt that showed her cleavage, along with a black corset and black boots. A violet sash with silver coins was fitted around her waist, accompanied by a belt. She wore a short black skirt with a long trail of black lace in the back. Her lips were the color of blood. She wore a dark brown tricorn hat with feathers of black, blue and purple. Gold bangles accompanied either of her wrists.
Fredrick looked to the right and walked over to her, as Azula stepped down onto the main deck. Fredrick approached her and waited for her to speak. He thought she looked as beautiful as ever and hoped that she would say yes, but Azula said nothing and just stared at him.
"Siete?" Azula called out at last, keeping her eyes on Fredrick. The black man walked up behind her. "Set our course for Liverpool. I want you to take this prisoner back to shore and make sure he's returned there safely."
"Yes, captain", said Siete. He walked away and started shouting orders to the crew. "All men to your posts! Cut the canvas! Make ready for England, you scum!"
Fredrick stared at Azula, a look of confusion, shock, horror, and disbelief on his face. Why was she sending him back? Did Azula not love him? Why? Fredrick just couldn't understand it. "Azula-"
"Don't", said Azula, blankly. She turned around and started to head back up the stairs.
"Azula, please", said Fredrick, desperately.
Azula turned around quickly and pulled her flintlock out at him. "NO!"
Fredrick backed away at once, a pained expression on his face. Azula turned away from him and ran back up the steps to her cabin. She opened the door and stepped inside, before she turned around and looked back at Fredrick with tears in her eyes, before slamming the door.